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Please recommend fics like this!! I need this to fill my heart during this finals season 😭

Time-warped or travel scenario where Bruce gets launched back into a younger version of himself with all the memories and the first thing he does is goes and gets Dick Grayson right after his parents' death, then pick up Jason, arrange about a million playmates to get Tim out of his house, and once he has those kids happy and taken care of, he goes off to find Cass, helps Steph with her dad, and leaves a very pointed voice-mail for Talia.

Alfred thinks he's more mentally ill than usual for knowing exactly which orphans and as he pointedly reminds Bruce, "children whose parents are still very much alive" he's trying to steal and adopt.

Bruce heatedly replies that they're his kids and that he's going to do everything right this time, rendering Alfred absolutely speechless until Bruce asks if Alfred would be able to make dinner for his new brood of kids.

"Try and remember who you're speaking to Master Bruce, I've thrown dinner parties with less notice"

"Great because I have a list of allergies and some notes on favourite foods."

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So i’m a theater nerd (i’m a dancer and did theater for a few years) and idk why ALL OF THE SUDDEN i found Christian Borle and fell head over heals for him (blame legally blonde the musical) and because of that I started watching Something Rotten. As a Shakespeare nerd as well, I FKN LOVED IT!!! But i was one controversial take that might be because im in love with Christian Borles…

When Nick Bottom asks to see the future and see Shakespeare’s next play..he was stealing it FIRST, so when Shakespeare goes to “steal” it, TECHNICALLY he is just taking what it his BACK. Cause it’s been fucking my mind (i’ve seen the musical and heard the sound track more that 17 times last week), when people say “no he stole the play” but wasn’t it gonna be his in the first place? Had Nick not intervened, Shakespeare would have probably written it. Or am i wrong? So TECHNICALLY, even if part of it was Nigel’s work, IT WAS STILL GOING TO BE SHAKESPEARE’S. Think about it, the soothsayer told Nick the play (well half of it because he had a few things wrong) and Nigel wrote of that, so in turn, thanks to Nick, they kinda cheated off Shakespeare. Will is still an asshole, but rightfully so he is still a TALENTED one. He wrote Romeo and Juliet, so the talent was there, he was just getting lazy and going through a rough writer’s block. Nick in a sense just made HIS ideas get to him easier due to the fact that he stole them from the future. Shakespeare didn’t have to start from cero bc Nick unintentionally brought his idea to him so that he could break through writer’s block.

Anyways, maybe i’m reading too much into a silly musical, but i am LOVING “Something Rotten” and Christian Borle and this got me thinking.

[luvly-writer]

me about christian borle's emmett forrest asf

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Not my theater major ass watching Hazbin Hotel like:

Cady Heron?

BEETLEJUICE??

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE???

DR. FACILIER??????????

[luvly-writer]

Hey I was looking for the layout you were using for the Wayne manor and I cant for the life of me find it, would you mind telling me the link again cause I know you put it somewhere but I just cannot find it

It took me a while but here you go.

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'dick was the angry robin' 'jason was the angry robin' 'tim wa-' NONE OF THEM WERE 'THE ANGRY ROBIN' THEY ALL DEAL WITH THEIR TRAUMA IN THEIR OWN WAYS AND ALL OF THEM HAVE A BROAD SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS. ALL OF THEM HAVE LOST THEIR COOL OR HAD AN OUTBURST AT SOME POINT. ITS JUST WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE A DEEPLY TRAUMATIZED CHILD!!!! THEY CANNOT BE REDUCED TO JUST ONE WORD THEYRE ALL COMPLEX AND THREE DIMENSIONAL CHARACTERS!!!!!

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i should write a scene like this in XOXO🤔

tim is just enjoying the view

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Ch. 20 The smiles are made of ice

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Warnings: I don't know much of Bernard's character so I just had some fun with it. He is a petty ex trying to get back with our man.

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There was an saying on the upper east side that went like this, with the queen of gold, you expect mercy, with the queen of silver, you beg for it; but with the queen of ice you should forget it cause it won't help you at all.

This was the case at tonight's gala. The Vanderbilt's had made their appearance at the Wayne's Charity Ball and the crowd was loving it. Not only was the press hungry to get full coverage of the two ex-lovers seeing each other again in public, but people were excited both in social media and in the crowds. How would they behave? Would they be amicable? Was the spark still there? That las one was the easiest question to answer seeing as everyone knew the spark was still there. The dazzling Vanderbilt with the dashing Wayne.

The one thing that no one was expecting but made the entire night more enticing, was one Bernard Dowd in the crowd who had come per someone unknown's request.

Y/n was chatting up people left and right. Although she was not part of the family business, she still did her part in maintaining the Vanderbilt name clean and golden. They all did their parts without a hitch, charm, and dazzle without a hassle.

Y/n hadn't had the chance to see Tim yet, seeing as they both were busy mingling with their respective families, it was a charity gala after all. Everything was going smoothly...until one blond got too close to a certain ravenette.

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Y/n locked her phone and glared towards where Bernard was talking with Tim. Seeing her glaring, Mark and Antoine smirked at each other and walked towards her, each standing her each side of her.

"What's wrong, Baby V, your boy toy's flirty with his ex?" remarked Antoine, always one to want to get a rise out of her. Hearing this, Charlisse neared them and took her husband's arm, "Please, a Vanderbilt is never jealous" Then she turned to Y/n, "But this one just so happens to be" she teased. Mark, Antoine, and Charlisse laugh loudly.

"Stop tormenting the poor girl!" Chasticed Aurora, walking towards them with their parents. "Y/n, Timothy is utterly in love with you, all is well" she said looping Y/n's arm with hers.

"All will be well once they get over being oblivious to one another" teased William, making Franchesca slap him lightly in the arm in a scolding matter. "My sweat pearl of the ocean, go talk with him. He invited you to this event, which means he wants you around. Dont waste a good opportunity to spend time with him." Her mother encouraged and everyone agreed. Just as she was about to answer, she saw Bernard reach for Tim's hair and move it away from his eyes with wink. and. that. was. it.

"Rora, hold my things," she said as she handed her purse and phone to Aurora and began walking towards Tim and Bernard.

"The Ice Queen makes her return it seems" purrs Charlisse smirking and they all agree. As noble as the Vanderbilts were, everyone knew there were sharp teeth hidden behind smiles. They never took kindly to being messed with, and as kind as she was, that queen was still made of ice.

She strutted across the hall, gliding with class and poise. She charmed everyone with her shining smile and lovely gaze as she got close to the pair. Tim noticed her first. Of course, he did. She had caught his eye the moment she walked through those doors and they had never left her figure. What a woman. He smirked as he saw her getting closer and offered his hand for her to take once she got closer. She took it willingly, and latched onto his arm.

"Timmy, my sweet, how have you been?" she asked sweetly but he recognized the hunger in her eyes, he knew the cold growing in her gaze and wondered what possibly could have happened for the ice queen to resurface.

"Angel, I am better now that you've blessed us with your presence. You enjoying the gala? Your favorite band is playing tonight." he said inhaling her perfume. God, she was addicting.

"Absolutely! You know good music never fails to put someone in a good mood. My family has absolutely enjoyed it. I think Aurora has already tired Mark out with too much dancing." she responded

"I have not seen you on the dance floor tonight. Why is that? I know it is not because of a lack of suitors." He continues, hoping she will say she was waiting for him.

"Well, I-"

"Ehem"

They both looked the side and finally, Bernard made himself present.

"Timmy? I thought you hated that nickname, Tim" he said looking at Yn up and down. Seeing this, she offered him her best smile.

"And you are?" she said, wolfish smile present

"Oh, you don't know who I am?" Bernard mocked her tone, "That's surprising"

"It's why I asked my dear" she responded.

"Angel, this is Bernard, my ex," said Tim, already sensing the tension.

"Oh really, pleasure to meet you, I'm-

"Y/n Vanderbilt, his other ex, yes I'm aware." Said Bernard tightly. He looked at her up and down again, "How...gorgeous is your dress, Miss Vanderbilt. I have to say, it looks much too humble for a Vanderbilt"

This hit a nerve with Y/n and Tim knew it. Rule #1 with old money, NEVER LOOK DOWN ON THEIR CLOTHES. He felt her squeeze his bicep and laugh airily. "You think so?" she said moving a little to showcase her dress, "My lovely friends at Dior made sure to get me a one-and-only. I told them tonight was special," she said looking at him dead in the eye.

"How modest for the occasion, you know, it being a charity ball" retorted Bernard. He was coming for her wealth.

"It is perfect for the occasion. You see, too much bling calls for too much attention, bright colors look for dramatics," she said, eyeing his light green suit, "Black is sleek, elegant, professional, and perfect. Anyone with knowledge of this type of event knows this. What do you think, Timmy?" she said gazing up at him. This time he knew she wasn't just being passive-aggressive with him, she was being sincere. Asking for his opinion on how she looked in the night.

"I think, you look absolutely gorgeous like always, and would you look at that, once again, my tie matches your dress," he says winking at her and she giggles softly.

"Tim is a black tie, you have a million of those" deadpanned Bernard but was ignored by Tim, who was too engrossed with Y/n.

"You think so?" she asked softly

"You know, I always think you are absolutely ethereal" he responds just as softly.

Just as she is about to speak again, they are interrupted by a man looking for the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. "Save a dance for me, gorgeous, I'll be right back," he said as he walked away.

She giggled and waved goodbye. She turned to look at Bernard, alone and right where she wanted him. She extends her hand at him and says, "A dance?" She gives her most beautiful smile and he knows he is fucked if he declines. There are too many people watching.

"Of course"

As they near the dance floor, she walks by her family and the Waynes. Dick and Jason are looking at them with their mouths open, Stephanie, Barbara, Cass, and Duke were intrigued and drinking everything up. William and Bruce were caught up in a discussion, and Damian was nowhere to be seen. Charlisse, always one to adore utter chaos, winked at her sister once she caught her eye. The finally reached the dancefloor and so the music began.

"So Bernard, what brings you here? I didn't know Tim and you stayed friends after all of it"

"We didn't." He said shortly, she noted he did not want to engage in conversation with her.

"Oh...pity. Tim is a most loving friend" she says

"I'm sure he is, Miss Vanderbilt. Which is why I came. To see if that friendship could be rekindled" he said. The way he said friendship rubbed Y/n the wrong way. He was not here for a friendship.

"That so" she said and smiled at him, "How curious"

"Listen, you may think that just because you were his latest kink, that it won't happen. You are just a little girl with money, and once that runs out of style, you both are left with nothing in common. No middle ground, nothing to base a romance on. What Tim and I had was real and I'm here to prove it. You are just another obstacle in our way. "

From an outsiders view, it must have looked like Bernard has said the funniest joke to the young woman with how hard she laughed.

"Bernard, let me correct you. I am not a little girl with money, I am a woman with power. Don't get them twisted. And if you are so sure, why hasn't he made a move yet? Where's your invitation to a dance? Let him make it public that Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne is back with Bernard Dowd. Oh wait..he won't. Want to know how I know that?'' She got closer to his ear and whispered, "Because Bernard my sweet, did you notice how easy it was to ignore you in my presence? Keep that in mind for the rest of your night" Y/n giggled and twirled herself just as the dance was over. She clapped at him as she looked at him dead in the eye. "And one last thing...if you love your career, I suggest you don't touch him again. Connections do wonders in this world, you know. Enjoy the rest of your night." She winked and walked back to her family.

Not too long later she feels someone's presence behind her and turns to find Tim, looking at her knowingly. "You owe me a dance"

Gladly, they both walk towards the dance floor hand in hand, hearing camera shudders as they did. Once there, the began to slow dance, swaying side to side.

"Now, angel, what could have poor Bernard possibly done to get the ice treatment this lovely night. And don't think lying is an option because you know I know your tells." He said lowly in your ear and you knew you were a goner.

"He was too close" you muttered and Tim laughed hard.

"What do you mean too close?" He asked filled with amusement

"Did you invite him?"

"No, angel, his invite was accidental. They forgot to erase him from my list of invites. It was a mistake." he reassures and you relax a little.

"Do you miss him?" Y/n asks looking up at Tim, fixating on his lips for a moment and then staying on his eyes. He smirks, having caught you looking at his lips, and answers. "No, I do not. Things are...different now. I have someone else in mind" he says looking directly into your eyes and for a moment you swore he could be talking about you.

"Which is whomst?" She asks and he huffs

"Don't tell me you don't know?"

"I am scared to find out" she whispers. Just as he was about to answer, they heard clapping. The music stops and it is time for Tim to make his speech thanking everyone in assistance. He gives her a kiss on her hand and walks away, promising that they will talk later.

As she walks back to her family, she makes eye contact with an angry Bernard. She gives him a knowing smile and walks towards her family's table. There Mark, Antoine, William and Charlise raise their glass at her whilst Aurora and Franchesca roll their eyes at them.

Y/n laughs at their antics and sits down.

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That night as she was preparing to go to sleep, she heard a notification from her phone go off.

Extra:

Bernard and Tim was a rocky breakup at best that really left them both super hurting. It was messy and the public had a blast with it. The fact that Y/n helped avoid a scandal really helped Tim’s image. They are still the public’s #1

Tim is tired of holding his feelings to himself

He had once said he’d never go detective on Y/n but after that talk where they “ended” things, Tim’s brain went on override and decided “fuck it”. So he did it and was able to understand that Y/n feels something for him. Looking back at the videos and the pictures helped him get there. Not only that, when they started to hang out more often, he noticed it. Now he just needs to fess up so that he hears it from her. He does not want to pressure her into it. If he has her, it will be because she wants to be with him.

He literally forgets the world when he looks at her.

Bernard had been flirting with him but he couldn’t keep his eyes away from Y/n. He is mesmerized by her and it will always be like so.

He knows she’s jealous. Why do you think he was so smirky and amused? He knows his baby. He also knows Bernard was pissing her off. So he didn’t mind her being bitchy.

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XOXO

Ch. 19 Every corner of this house is hunted

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Author's note: There is just something so satisfying about writing angst while listening to sad music. I'll try to not break your hearts too much. Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST Taglist: @w31rdg1rl @mxtokko @loonymoonystuff @grandstrangerphanthom @1lellykins @cangosleepnow @dreamspectrum @its-maemain @tamimemo @nightw-izhu @trasshy-artist @gabriiiiiiii @cassini-among-the-stars Masterlist:

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"What?" Tim was taken a back by what I said, "What do you mean over, Y/n?"

I take a deep breath and exhale, it is a little shuddery. "This entire thing, Tim. Our ruse of being a couple, it is over. We can end it. We aren't tied to each other anymore. We won, right?" you say

Why does it feel like I'm losing then?

"I don't understand," Tim said, "We-"

"We were never a couple, I know, I know, it was just acting jaja! I know that, silly! I..Ok let me clear thing's up. We are done acting of course, you don't owe me anything anymore, you know. You are free too! I mean um, I um, ok give me a break" I panicked. Of course. Y/n don't be dumb. He knows you weren't a couple. He was just acting. He didn't see it the same way I did..

"Do you want to come inside so that we can talk about this better?" He asks concerned.

"No! It's okay, I...uh... have to go, so I..let's.. make this quick. I um, Tim...Thank you, for helping me. You didn't have to, now knowing you better, you could have gotten out of it and found a loophole easily but you still chose to go through with this..with me. Thank you, I have never had so much fun with someone in my entire life the way I did with you and that will always always mean something to me, you will always mean something to me...always, Timmy, and we won, Tim. We won. I am free and OH! So are you! I made sure to delete all the files on you know what and it is all clear, I can bring you my laptop and you can check I have nothing on it. You can finally say it, I am no longer holding something over your head, and we won, Timy, we did a great job, frankly we made a great team and-"

"Wait, wait wait wait, Wait! Y/n Vanderbilt is this you saying goodbye" he said incredulously, "Cause if it is, you are being a real shitty person right now and I know that's not who you are. I know you."

"I don't know," you say dejectedly, "I don't want it to be, Timmy. I appreciate your friendship way too much for me to say goodbye. I lo...I...I care so much about you and want you to be in my life, any way I can have you"

"Anyway?" Tim said, hope in his heart. The last few weeks have been fucking hell if he were to be honest. He missed her. He missed her scent on his clothes, on his sheets, on his apartment. He missed her touch, her caresses. her lips, her hands on his. He missed her so much that he thought he was dying. Dick and Jason like to call him lovesick because of how much he was moping. It's funny how two months can make someone become such a strong part of your routine. He missed talking with her before going to sleep. Whether it was by phone when she was in her apartment, or in person when she stayed at his, the point is he missed her voice. He had come to terms with how much he loved her after Christmas and was so happy to tell her because he thought it was reciprocated. The way she looked at him, their connection, their conversations, their inside jokes, their trips, the movie nights, it was real. He was a little grateful they hadn't had sex yet...he wasn't sure he would be able to recover if he ever felt her body on his and got to explore and adore every single part of her and then have it taken away. He felt it was real. It was real it had to be. All of that for her to be finally here, frankly he thought she was part of his imagination at first. He had been having so many dreams of her that he couldn't believe it was her at first until she started talking and shattering his heart...but she said she'd have him any way she could right. Ask away, Y/n, I am yours, utterly, completely, from head to toe, from heart to soul, mind and body...please ask.

"OH!" Fuck..He is thinking of a relationship and the way he opened his eyes is telling me he does NOT want it... "You know what I meant, Timmy, as friends! I mean if we can't fake date, why not stay friends. I haven't been able to connect with anyone else like this ever and I...well...you are my first friend who has been such you know a friend! Of course" She said nervously. Dig a hole and bury me in it. I don't want to deal with this..

"Of course, yeah, no no, I definitely got you. Cause you know, you are right, of course" He said sending her a tight smile. "It's alright, we are alright. You know we will always be alright." He says as he feels his chest tightened. Of course. Of fucking Course. She wants to be friends. "This won't ruin us, Angel, I'm still here for you"

Y/n smiled, "And I'm still here for you, you know"

Do you hear that? It is the sound of two hearts shattering. Y/n nods, holding her tears back and whatever is left of her dignity. Tim looks up, holding himself together enough to not show her. They both know the other person is not okay. But would they cross the line? She takes a step back and whispers one soft see you later and gets on the elevator. Tim watches the doors close and closes the door. He places his back on it and slides down, breaking down because fuck his heart hurts and he feels like he is suffocating. For once, he is not drowning himself in work, for once he won't turn to cases to numb the pain. For once, he just wants to let the pain out and feel it because God damn it, she is not his, and every fiber of himself is hers.

Y/n walks back to her car and once the door is closed, she just lets it out. All of the pain, all of the yearning. Her heart is entirely his and she will have to settle for just friends. What a time to be alive. The great Y/n Vanderbilt was brought down all because she liked a boy. Her driver had the decency to give her the privacy to mourn the feelings that do nothing but grow. She gets to her apartment, tears still rolling down the apple of her cheeks. Once inside, she drops all of her stuff and preps a hot bath. She soaked in it, crying until she felt numb. Tomorrow she was going to call the girls, she needed their company.

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Week one:

It had been a week since Tim and her broke their agreement. Everyone close to them knew the truth of it already. They had both made a public statement that they had "broken up" but remained best friends. The public had shared their sentiments, after all, the most beloved couple in Gotham was done. There was no bad blood they assured from both parties. Clara and Satine stayed for a few days and let her mope for a little. Classes were starting soon and she needed to get it out of her system. Dick had assigned everyone to do a routine check-up on Tim. They were taking care of the cases, Wayne Enterprises, and patrol. They too were letting him get it out of his system.

Week two:

Classes had begun. Y/n, having something to distract herself began her routing as usual. Wake up early, eat breakfast, go to class, exercise, do homework, meet with contractors for her new gallery, call Mom, call Aurora, call Charlisse, call Grandma, call Dad, play tennis with Clara, have lunch with Satine, dinner with whoever invited that day. Everyone seemed to be on high alert on trying to take care of her, but she insisted she was fine.

Tim had gotten back to Wayne Business, still not cleared for patrol yet. His secretary, and elderly woman who used to work for Bruce, looked at him with sympathy, it was as if almost everyone did these days. He had been back on taking pills to get his sleep schedule checked again. He had moved to the manor for some time per Alfred's and Bruce's request so that they could make sure he was eating and getting better. He insisted he wasn't a child.

Week Three:

The first time, Tim and Y/n saw each other. She was exiting the same coffee place where they had met. They smiled at each other and made small talk. They never did small talk. They knew the most vulnerable points of each other, they never did small talk. Tim swore she gets more radiant every day. Y/n claims she never noticed how intoxicating his perfume was.

Week four:

They crashed into each other whilst Tim was going on a run through Gotham Central City Park. Satine had taken Y/n to do a yoga session in the park. This time the conversation was less small talk, a few jokes were exchanged even. Has her laughter always been such a melody? Have his eyes always been this blue?

Later in the week, he called her by mistake. They went 3 hours talking on the phone about everything and anything.

Week five:

They spent 4 days in a row talking on the phone at least once a day. He knew her schedule by heart and she knew his patrol route as if it was the back of her hand. Why does talking to you feel like a breathing air after being underwater for too long?

Is it because my lungs are filled by my love for you?

Week six:

They finally made plans to have lunch. The paparazzi caught them and everyone is speculating and hoping for them to get back together. Someone pointed out that the two of them haven't erased their pictures together. Neither have the guts to delete them, neither want to.

They have been seen together more often. Y/n's mother is convinced it is because they are meant to be. They call each other on the phone more often. Tim called her when she was having dinner with Satine and Clara. They both wiggled their eyebrows at her and teased her. She insists they are just friends and is just happy to have him back as her friend. "Friends, my ass" "SATINE!" "She's not wrong."

Why is is that when something happens, you are the first person I want to tell?

Week seven:

He crashed at her place after one rough patrol. They spent half of the night laughing. He was helping her with some of her homework. The way the light hit her eyes and illuminated her face stole his breath away. Have your lips always looked so soft?

She was so close to kissing him quite a few times. His smirk when was able to help her with something successfully made her dizzy.

I'm yours and I'm fine with that.

She finally visited the manor, everyone was elated to have her back. The entire day, everyone was witnessing how obvious and oblivious they were. When are you both coming to your senses and seeing that the love of your life is right in front of you?

That night, as he was walking her to her car, he mentioned that the Wayne's were having another charity ball. He invited her family. It would be their first official appearance as "exes who are now friends". That night, she said yes and kissed his cheek goodbye.

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extras:

One thing Y/n always wanted for Tim was to take care of himself emotionally and that meant feeling his actual emotions instead of analyzing them and shutting them out. He honors her by doing exactly that

He literally worships the ground she walks on, don’t know if you guys have noticed.

Everyone is trying to get them to realize that they are meant to be but they don’t see it. Bruce and William even started to do business together so that Tim and Y/n would realize that they belong together. They are dumbasses cause they didn’t think it through (Tim is not focused on that and Y/n doesn’t want anything to do with the family business). They are dumb your honor, but they mean well.

Aurora, Charlisse, Grandma Margaret and her mom have been throwing hint after hint on how Tim is the perfect fit for her and there is no one else. Charlie and Aurora even got their husbands on board.

The batfam is trying to make a plan for them to get back together. Damian actually came up with the idea because as much as he denies it, he is a child who cares for his older brother and Tim has not been as witty as he normally is so it bothers Damian because they don’t have their normal banter:

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XOXO

Ch. 18 Nothing happened in the way i wanted

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Author’s Note: I find it so funny that whenever I come back I release like five chapters then disappear, I love that 😭

Warnings: Mentions of SA and predatory behavior. Beginning of angst.

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Thud Thud... Thud Thud... Thud Thud...

I could feel my heart in my throat. I took the napkins and kept on twisting them in my hands. I feel Grandma's gaze on me and her hand on mine, stopping me from fidgeting.

"Mona, you are going to be okay. You have constantly gone against your father and you will win once again. Plus, I am right here. Your father won't intimidate me," she reassured you with a smile and a wink. You were both sitting in one of the family rooms in the Vanderbilt manor. You had arrived early and had been served coffee. Your father had been taking his sweet time in arriving, always one for theatrics. You remember a time when this sort of dramatics was used in playing around with your sisters. Charlisse always wanted to be a dragon or a pirate; Aurora presented herself as the princess, the unicorn, I always wanted the mermaid and the adventurer. Our father was always the narrator of our little ploys and we would present them to our mother. He used to be so warm and caring and loving sometimes..but when I got to middle school, after my grandfather's death and the beginning of my sisters' competition for CEO, he grew colder and harsher. I would love for my father to go back to the way he was before...

Snapping me out of my daydream, my father enters the room and sits across from us.

"Margaret." he said curtly and my grandmother looked at him dead in the eye, "William...You look terrible," she responded, causing me to snort a little. Grandma was never one to hold back on my father. She was right though, my father looked horrible. He had eye bags and his clothes looked crumpled, something highly unusual for William Vanderbilt. "It's been a rough few days, Marge" he responded and turned to me.

"Y/n.." he acknowledged me softly and I squeezed my grandmother's had tightly before answering, "Father."

"Shall we?" he gestured to both of us and I nodded. He cleared his throat and began speaking, "Before anything...I am sorry, my sweet dewdrop, for everything I've put you through these last few years...I know this in no shape or form begins to excuse anything I've put this family through but I do want you to understand the big why of everything and maybe we could begin a journey where you could forgive me. I love you, sweetie, I do. Your sisters and you are my pride and joy, my greatest creation, and my proudest achievement. I am deeply sorry I have neglected you all these years in the name of the family business and image. A few years ago, when you were in middle school and my father died, in his will he left very clear and strict instructions on what had to be made. Were they not to be followed, everything that we owned would have been put at risk. You see when I was younger, I was much like you...I had a passion for music and it flowed through every breath I took, I wanted to pursue it freely yet my father disregarded it because someone had to take the mantle of the family business. I rebelled for some time and did whatever I pleased, I had the freedom to do so seeing as the family lineage was important to the old man, and me being an only child, I wouldn't be at risk of getting disowned. The old man...he was....furious and pulled some strings so that no matter what, I would fail so that I would end up back home and submitting to taking the mantle. His plan worked and to avoid risking history from repeating itself, he left clear instructions for you girls so that no one stepped out of line. One of the clauses was that everyone was to be part of the family business, the second was that you all had to be married, and if by the time you were 20, you weren't married, it was the board's obligation to find you a suitable husband. The third was that you all had to keep the best image possible so that you wouldn't drag the family name to the ground...the same way I did years ago...My lawyers have been working on ways to invalidate the clauses for years, Clarisse and Aurora knew how to play within the clauses but you...I'm afraid that with your mother's free spirit and my temperament and rebellion, you proved to be a force too difficult to control. No one knows that more than me. I got so lost trying to not lose everything and please my father who is already in his grave, that I forgot the most important thing, my family. I am so sorry for all the years I have mistreated you, Charli, Rora, and Mom. You deserve so much and it took you showing me how much I am acting like my father to reevaluate my behavior these last years. I promise, I will do my best to mend and better all my wrongs."

You were stuck to your chair...honestly...fuck your grandfather. Everything made more sense now, why you always visited your grandparents when your grandfather was gone, how you'd see your other grandmother more often when he died, why he was never mentioned, the drastic change in your father's behavior after his death...

"I knew there was a reason I never liked the man," said your grandmother with a huff as she took a sip of her glass of wine. This made you and your father laugh.

"What about the clauses...do I still fall under them?" you ask. It was the one thing that still worried you...was Morris still in the picture, did you still have to take a place in the family business, was marrige still an obligation-

"No. A few days ago, my lawyers called me. After retting a meeting with the board after New Year's and discussing the clauses, they were finally able to find a breakthrough. Everyone took to voting and decided that the best outcome was to proclaim them invalid. What are a dead man's wishes but silent demands? You are free, I spoke to Mr. Morris. Which speaking of, I want to clear the air that he was the board's decision. They were pressuring us to choose him seeing as he used to have a clean record." He answered.

"I still don't get why you would allow that roach of a man near your daughter, William! This is worst that a disgrace, he was disgusting!" Margaret grumbled and my father agreed with her.

"You said he had a clean record?" I asked focusing on that weird part.

My father nodded, "Ah yes, a few weeks ago, some information was leaked to our members of the board about sexual assault allegations and predatory behavior in Mr. Morris. After we hired some private investigators, we found most of the information to be true. Tomorrow the board is releasing an official statement of apology directed to you. I am deeply sorry, my dear. I do promise to be better." he said taking my hands in his a giving the a squeeze.

"I am free.." you say softly, and both your grandmother and father smile.

"You are. No competition, no family business, no arranged marriage, you are free to be your own person, kid" he assures. "I am very proud of you, dewdrop. I talked with your grandmother over the phone. Once you finish college this may, both of your trust funds will be officially released to you."

"I can open my art gallery!" you say tearing up and both of them nod proudly. "Time to share the good news with Tim, Mona. I bet he is going to be delighted," Said your grandmother.

Shit...Tim...It has been weeks since you'd answered a message of his. You knew it was unfair to him, to just ghost him out of the blue. You had a good reason too...well as far as good reasoning goes. You hadn't talked with him ever since spending Christmas with him and ignored all of his invitations for New Year's...Your conflict must have been visible in your face because your grandmother rand father looked at you concerned.

"About that..." you say and take a deep breathe.

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You were finally going home to your apartment after the very long day you had. You had confessed...Not to Tim, no... your family. After explaining the whole thing to your grandmother and father, they were conflicted, to say the least. As they were battling with being proud for outsmarting the entire family and media, disappointed for your lying, and concerned for your well-being, your sisters and mother had arrived and were filled in the entire thing. At first, no one wanted to believe you. They reassured me that they couldn't believe it was fake because they swore the love between the two of you looked real. No one could act that well, yet you were in denial. As everyone sat for dinner, they all agreed on one thing, Tim and you were meant to be and clearly in love, but neither of you was seeing it. Your sisters and mother were insistent in your talking with him, but you were in denial. Your father and grandmother tried a different approach by saying how much they approved of him and how he would make a great addition to the family. Still, you saw no sense. You loved Tim, that is true, but you appreciated him as a friend too much. He was your friend, the one who you learned to trust and tell everything, he was the one who had your side any time, he was the one that showed you every movie you had missed, every game you had never played, every story you didn't know. Sure it had only been two months since you met, but he became such a strong part of your life that you weren't sure you wanted to ruin by confessing how much you loved him. Tim was your friend, he was just helping you out, he knew how to play a part well because he had practiced with his double life, he was just playing a part for you. He wasn't...he....didn't...love...no, you didn't even want to think it. Tim was a good guy, Tim loved to help others and he always gave his best for others, that's why he was so convincing, because he is Tim. He is pure and devoted to a good cause. He was Tim, your Timmy, your friend, mine. He was everything, the closest thing you had to twin flame and you didn't deserve and you shouldn't tarnish the purity of that relationship.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you noticed you were about to pass his apartment complex and noticed his lights were on. You told the driver to stop. You were putting an end to this. The driver parks in front and you tell him you will be quick. You step out of the car and run to the lobby. Having been recognized there, they let you up without a problem. Finally, in front of his door, you knock roughly and call him out.

Lo and behold there is Tim Drake in all his glory when he opens the door. He looks more tired than usual, is the first thing you notice. Ever since the two of you started talking, you have been helping him get a better sleeping schedule and his eyebags have lessened by a lot. But now, weeks later, you can tell your absence took a toll on him. His eyes showed he was conflicted. Anger, relief, sadness, tiredness, and something else you couldn't quite put a finger in. (Admiration and love, sweetie, that's what it is)

"Just when I was enjoying my inner peace..was wondering when you'd deem me worthy of your presence again," he said and you flinch at the slight snark and glare he gave you.

"You are angry, rightfully so" you start and he cuts you off, "Really, what gave you that impression?"

"I have a good explanation"

"That so?"

"My father set me free.." you say and his eyes soften a little

"Which means.."

"I don't have to get married, I won't be forced to be part of the family business, I won't have to deal with Morris anymore" you say softly and he nods, pleased.

"That's good angel, still don't get why I had to be ghosted for it. We started this together we should end it together" he stresses and I look down

"I know, its just that...that means that"

"That?" he preassures

"We are over." I finally look up, trying to keep my tears at bay, "And I've been trying to find a way to tell you."

-•-

extras:

Grandma calls Y/n “Mona” because of Mona Lisa

William calls Y/n dewdrop because of her obsession with mermaids when she was a kid

I changed the time line a little bit. Tim and Yn know each other from high school (Gotham Academy), having both been each other’s crushes, but the formally met on November. Spent the last of November and all of december together. She stopped talking to him after christmas and ignored him until the second week of January which is this chapter.

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things that atsumu miya does that is so “in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman” coded:

stands behind you when you’re wearing short dresses/a short bodycon dress so that way if it ever rides up, no way gets a single glimpse of you adjusting it. he’s great at fixing it casually, too; if you just got up from your seat, he won’t even blink or lose focus of his current conversation. all you have to do is subtly lean against his chest, and his hands instinctively run across the material to adjust your dress for you.

every time you two go makeup shopping, he’s always there to lend a helping hand - literally. he leaves with his wrists smelling like a concoction of all the perfumes you tested on him & different glosses, foundations, and lip liners are swatched on every free space of his arms and hands.

dressed up in pink with you to go to the barbie movie.

doesn’t react at insane prices. one time, a waiter joked that the wine you wanted to order was twice the listed price on the menu. when atsumu still placed down his card, the waiter was a bit surprised and said ‘sir, it was just a joke. were you really going to pay that?’ atsumu told him, ‘whatever she wants, she gets.’

there’s several paparazzi photos of atsumu running to a convenience store, candy and a box of pads/tampons in his arms. when asked about it, he shrugged it off. ‘why would i ever make her leave bed at that time when i can just take care of her?”

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atsumu miya x fem!reader completed!!

synopsis: you, not big on relationships? who would’ve thought, besides everyone who’s ever met you. for years, your friends have always seen how commitment-phobic you are, and it’s bled into every relationship you’ve had. and once you meet college volleyball player, atsumu miya, it becomes very hard to stick to these morals. especially when all the two of you do is sarcastically flirt. however, just maybe, he’ll get through to you and become your shooting star

inspired by: claire rosinkranz’s don’t miss me

tags: don’t miss me smau, social media au, college au

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profiles ★ teaser

chapters;

1 - crying, meeting, throwing up 2 - sight for sore eyes 3 - your phone number? 4 - right place, right time 5 - work vs onigiri 6 - odd phone calls 7 - sounds like you’re my grandpa or something 8 - invites over ramen 9 - HE HELD MY HAND? 10 - can i ask you something? 11 - doomed to repeat history 12 - anxious thoughts 13 - forgiveness 14 - a meteor date

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Hiiii!!!

I’ve been debating doing this for a while but finally after some time, I’m finally feeling comfortable doing it! Here are a few fun facts about me <3

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My real name is Alanna, yet i prefer to play with the letters and have my online writer name be Anahla.

Pronouns: She/ her

I am Puerto Rican, born and raised in my beautiful island in the Caribbean! 🇵🇷

I am a major book worm, absolutely have loved reading ever since I was a child. My favorite childhood book being The Little Prince.

English is not my first language, Spanish is. I have been learning english ever since i was four or so, so I am completely bilingual and perfectly fluent in both languages.

I am currently a university student and am studying International Business.

I belong to the following fandoms: Dc (obviously), Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Haikyuu, Marvel, Disney, Percy Jackson,Broadway, Merlin, Sherlock, the Grishaverse, TMNT, Booktok (if that’s a fandom), Gossip Girl, GoT and HoD. I am ALWAYS open to talking about them so feel free to msg me anytime!

I would like to expand my writing further in the future to other fandoms.

I am a dancer and have been ever since I was 3.

I do slow updates because I suffer from procrastination and university.

I don’t write smut, tried it once, and i felt like it sucked.

I will be opening requests soon ;)

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Lots of love! Hope you enjoy getting to know me a little!

Your lovely writer! 🫶🏽

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Hello again!!

All links in my stories are updated and fixed! Happy reading! 🫶🏽

Hello I just wanted to let you know that the links in your master list are mixed up!

Hello everyone!!! thank you for bringing this up!

I have gotten a few messages about the links being a little bit messed up and i am so so so sorry for it. I have tried to fix them a few times and they seem fine only to receive another message that they got messed up🥲

If any of you could help me with suggestions or tips on how to keep them from getting all over the place i will appreciate it so so much. One thing that usually helps me is searching “batfam” or “bat family x reader” which are the tags i usually add and it helps me navigate the stories.

My stories are constantly under review (meaning i reread them and correct any spelling issues and such) so this kind of feedback is greatly appreciated.

Love you lots! I’ll try to fix them as fast as I can <3

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I was just made aware of the post you reblogged, is it tim 🤨?????

I know you wrote this long long time ago, but yes! it was for Tim! And i was like “damn you caught me!!!” jajajajaja, you can see it that i placed it as one of the chapter titles “part time lovers, full time problem” (changed soulmates for lovers in order to make it more fitting for the story ;))

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Good morning/night, I was wondering what website you use for your social media au?

It is an old app called Social Maker. The problem is that the app closed down and is only available to users that had it downloaded before it closed down.