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Random reporter who is doing live interviews with random people: Mr. Drake! Would you give us a moment of your time?
Tim, who only went out so he could get a treat from his favorite coffee shop: Sure.
He agreed easily enough. There's just one problem: Tim is currently very sleep deprived and just wants to leave, so he does not have a filter
Reporter: So now—
Tim: Time's up. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date.
The reporter is left speechless and this live recording is going viral on the internet.
In Tim's perspective, he had politely smiled, charmingly said "I have a date with coffee" and sauntered off like the cool guy he is.
In reality, the camera caught Tim's bloodshot eyes twitching and with a smile that just screams "I will kill you in your sleep if you get between me and the caffeine." Then Timothy Drake-Wayne turns and hobbles away, looking worryingly close to passing out.
The video is added to everyone's Blackmail file on Tim, and Alfred has made it mandatory to log how long you sleep. Not just for Tim, but for everyone. Or else, no post-patrol snacks. And especially no cookies.
#batfamily#Tim Drake#Sleep deprived Tim Drake#alfred pennyworth#Alfred is the real boss of this house#Tim is sleep deprived because he is working on an especially complicated case and got so into it that he forgot sleep is necessary to live#He is just too fixated on figuring out how sunflower seeds and a tooth brush connects to this murder; he has theories. A lot of theories.#Like an analogy for the deterioration of society. Or it's symbolic of the victim. Or something equally deep and intentional.#It could also be completely irrelevant to the case but Tim isn't convinced. He's onto something here and won't give up.#Social media has been going crazy trying to figure out who Tim's date could be#And Kon jokingly texts him “are you cheating on me??”#Tim replies “no?? unless coffee counts?”
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Trying To Adjust (Part 2)
Pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Tom deals with the aftermath of your breakup
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: none
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Ever since the party, Tom had been having a rough time with what had happened.
And he was finding it harder to get along with his friends, now that he realized that most of them, other than Harrison, were assholes.
Tom really liked you, like really liked you.
The two of you had met during one of your projects. The school was holding a film festival and you were going to be directing your own film and since Tom was an acting major, he turned up at the audition.
You absolutely loved his performance and immediately said yes.
And naturally, since you and Tom would be working so closely, he flirted with you for a bit, and you flirted back, but once he asked you out, you turned him down.
It had been a huge hit to his ego, and from there he had been pretty determined to take you out. But after you had first turned him down, all of his following advancements were ignored.
After a month he had given up. And he was glad he did because once he started focusing more on the film and work, he had realized just how passionate you were about film.
And he admired it greatly.
He loved how determined you were about directing and writing, that after a certain day of shooting he looked up all of your past projects he found on your YouTube channel and watched them all. And not only that he ended up practically stalking you on every social media website you had.
And from there he was completely head over heels for you.
It was something he had never felt before. He had no desire to be in a serious relationship until you came along.
He stopped sleeping with girls because he honestly didn’t care about them anymore and he went back to trying to ask you out, but in a more easygoing way as to not come off strong anymore.
And at the end of the month, you agreed to go out with him.
If only Tom hadn’t been so clueless to the concept of dating, then you wouldn’t have broken up in the messy way you had.
And now with every passing day, Tom was missing you more and more.
The only problem was that he had no idea how to talk to you again after what happened.
Which is why complaining to Harrison all day and night was what he resorted to—
“Do you think she misses me?” Tom asked, staring up at the ceiling.
”Nope.” Harrison said, popping the ‘p’.
At this point Harrison had just started saying anything he wanted to since Tom was refusing to listen anyway. But as long as he could finish this damn paper by tonight, he didn’t really care too much about Tom’s woes.
”You know I blew her off 8 times? I even stood her up on two of those occasions.” He sighed.
”Uh-huh— you were an awful boyfriend,” he said typing away.
”God, what’s wrong with me,” he said, sitting up and looking to Harrison.
He looked up from his laptop, “What? Like you want a list or something?”
”C’mon Haz! I’m serious!”
Harrison rolled his eyes, “You were too consumed with what everyone thought of you. That, and you never had the attention span to focus on one girl for long periods of time anyway.” He said, going back to typing.
Tom fell back onto his bed, exasperated. “She probably hates me.”
And we were back to not taking Harrison’s actual criticisms.
”Not probably— she most definitely hates you.”
”I wonder how she’s doing.”
”Probably a lot better since the breakup.”
”What should I do?”
”Nothing, suck it up and fuck her roommate.”
”How could I have messed up so bad— my first ever relationship!”
”Because you self-sabotage and you’re destined to be alone forever.”
”Ugh, what am I gonna do?”
”Already told you, move on and fuck her roommate.”
”What?”
Harrison looked over his laptop and at Tom who was staring back at him, “What, finally decided to listen to me?”
”I’m serious!”
”Fine. You know what you should do? You should go find her, apologize and beg on your knees for her to take you back. Promise her you’ll be a better boyfriend and follow through on that promise. That is what you should do.”
”I can’t, it’ll never work,” he groaned.
Harrison sighed and shook his head, turning back to his paper.
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“So Victoria told me she was interested in being apart of your next film,” Elizabeth told you, as she sat watching something on her laptop on top of her bed.
”Really? That’s awesome, she’s a business major right?” You asked, in the middle of some writing homework.
”Yeah, said she has a passion for acting, but her parents forced her to go the business route.
You hummed, “Well tell her I’m holding auditions next week.”
She nodded, “Of course.”
The two of you groaned upon hearing someone knock at the door, “Not it.” You quickly said, making Elizabeth have to go up and answer it.
”Whatever,” she grumbled, hopping off the bed and going to answer the door.
She swung it open to see Harrison standing in front of her, but you couldn’t see who it was, “Yes?” She asked.
”(Y/N) here?”
She promptly turned to you, “It’s for you,” she said before going back to her bed.
You sighed, throwing your laptop to the side and climbing off the bed, “Yea- oh hi Harrison,” you greeted upon seeing him, “How’d you get up here?”
He shook his head, “Got a friend to sign me in- look-“
”Is this about next week’s auditions?” You asked, cutting him off. Harrison was a usual in the audition room, and he had made it into a couple of your projects, “Because everything is posted in Webson Hall-“
”No, this is about Tom,” he rushed out, over you.
”Tom?” You pouted, “Then I’m not interested, see ya,” you were about to close the door when Harrison stopped it, “Whaaaat?” You groaned.
“The two of you need to talk, he’s been nothing but whining and complaining for the last week and I’m starting to lose patience with him.”
You rolled your eyes, “Why? I thought and I quote ‘I was overbearing and bitchy’.”
He scoffed, “He was obviously talking out of his ass. He’s crazy about you.”
”Not crazy enough apparently.”
”(Y/N) I’m serious. Just talk to him, you’ll see how much he misses you.”
”And if I don’t?” You quirked an eyebrow.
”Then I’ll,” he paused, “I’ll um-“
You laughed, “You’ve got nothing. See you at auditions,” you waved, before shutting the door on him.
Harrison sighed and leaned his head against your door.
And then suddenly and idea struck him.
”That’s it.”
With that, he was running down the hall back to his frat house.
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You stretched in your seat. Audition day had finally showed up.
Honestly you were never a huge fan of watching a million auditions every time (your work had been getting more and more popular around campus, so auditions tended to be a pretty big turn out). A lot of the time they were mentally exhausting, you’d be surprised by the amount of actors that chose dramatic monologues over comedic.
But now you were already 15 auditions in with 5 more to go, and you were pretty sure you already had your cast now but you still needed to see the others.
“Alright, send them in!” Alyssa shouted, to Eric who had been letting in the actors.
Alyssa and Eric were always crew members on your projects and usually helped you decide cast members.
You had been scribbling something down when the next actor stood by the chair that was provided for each audition in front of you two.
”Go ahead,” Alyssa said, and you finally looked up.
Your eyes widened.
What the fuck?
“Tom, what the hell are you doing here?” You asked in annoyance, shaking your head.
He stared at you like a deer in the headlights, “Um... auditioning?”
”Did Harrison put you up to this?”
”...Maybe?”
You rolled your eyes again, “Whatever, you can leave.”
”No,” he stated more firmly, “I want to audition.”
You looked over at Alyssa who just shrugged her shoulders.
”Fine,” you said with a wave of your hand, “Go ahead.”
He cleared his voice, “My name is Tom Holland and I will be performing a monologue that I wrote. I will be reading for the character uh- Tim who is apologizing to his ex-girlfriend for something stupid he did.”
”Oh my god,” you hissed, sinking into your seat, already cringing.
He cleared his throat again, “Okay look, you know I’m bad with words so I’m just gonna come out and say it. I fucked up... but you already know that. For years I’ve been living in this bubble where I had my own views on dating and now I realize how warped they really are. I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend— and there’s a really good chance I’ll have trouble figuring it out, but.... what I do know, is that if you decide to take me back I will try my fucking hardest to be the best goddamn boyfriend you will ever have, even if that means I have to drop my asshole friends— who really were never that great so I don’t know why I ever chose them over you. But I like you so fucking much and that’s something that has never ever happened for me, so it kills me every single day knowing I screwed up a relationship with the only girl I ever really liked. You are one of the most talented and passionate people I have ever met, and I think you are absolutely gorgeous inside and out. So it would mean the world to me if you even as much as considered taking me back, and if you do, I promise I will do everything I can to make you happy. And if it means anything, I wasn’t lying when I said I never cheated on you and even after we broke up I couldn’t even think about another girl, also...... I don’t think you’re overbearing or bitchy.”
Silence filled the room before you spoke, “Y’know, with these auditions you’re usually expected to act.”
”Yeah I was wondering if you were gonna catch that,” he tried to joke, but kept bouncing on the balls of his feet, showing how nervous he was.
You ran a hand through your hair and sighed.
You figured if he was this willing to do something as silly as this, that maybe he really was willing to change.
You placed your clipboard aside and stood up. You walked over to him until you stood right in front of him.
”You gonna start answering my texts?”
His eyes immediately lit up, “Yes! Yes, of course.”
”You really gonna stop hanging out with those jerks? Except for Harrison, he’s the only one I like.”
”Yeah, he’s honestly the only one I like too.”
You nodded, “Then, can we go to that movie we planned a couple weeks ago?”
He grinned so big, you were sure it probably hurt, but you weren’t able to fight the smile off your face either.
Tom suddenly pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you, “Of course darling, anything for you.”
You hugged him back tightly, “Good. Then stay here for the rest of the auditions.”
”Alright,” he agreed, pulling back. “By the way... did you really sleep with Aaron?”
You shook your head, “Nah, I paid him to hide in his room for a half hour to make everyone think I did.”
“Sneaky,” He laughed, shaking his head at you, “But thank god, because from here on out, you’re mine.”
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2017-04-16
Setting: Tim Hortons, 8:08 Pm
My life is at the highest its ever been. I got a new baby brother and he has helped the family come together like never before. School is a struggle, but its the kind of struggle you’re glad you have. I don’t work, and i don’t need to. My youth group is changing slowly into what its supposed to be, and the south side will progress really well with the help of a new brother chapter head. I’m a lot smarter than before, i know which friends are genuine and which aren’t. I can watch or read something and have an opinion based on my beliefs and values. Everything is well, I’m really progressing in life.
Everything is so well, but i don’t have anyone to share this success with. I have no one to talk to at the end of the day and tell them how happy I am. I have no one to call up when i’m bored and just hang out. I have no one to spoil. No one to share all my secrets too. I have no one.
Before when me and you broke up. It was because we were both holding each other back. We weren’t progressing with our families, our school, our faith. Just in general, we were still trying to figure out life. We still are, i guess. But i think i’m at that point when I’ve realized what the horrible mistake we made was.
First of all, you were right. One night you told me that sex was the downfall of our relationship. The major point of our relationship was to satisfy each other. The love was still there, but there was a lot more lust.
I was also a bad boyfriend. Every time people would ask me about why we broke up, i would always put the blame on your friends and your family for disliking me. I always tell people that-that was the reason we broke up, cause the world was against us, or at least your world. That’s not true at all. It didn’t work out because i gave up. I was a stupid teenager who wanted to try other girls. I wasn’t resilient enough in standing up against your mom and dad, or your stupid friends. I didn’t try to change to their liking, even though i don’t that was the solution, i didn’t bother trying. I always wanted to dramatize things, so we broke up multiple times. I hate myself for doing those things.
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Now that its been about a year since we have last talked, i got to experience life without you. Other relationships, i went for other girls, i lived without you in my mind all the time. I focused on other things like my youth, family, and school.
After going through 3 girls Jerica, Shaira, and Joyee, i realized just how much you loved me and how special you were. Jerica didn’t even give me a chance because she just straight did not have feelings for me back. I thought she was so special, just like you. What i learned from her was that when two people are attracted to each other, you don’t need to look for another match, cause there is no other match. Shaira was just the worst relationship i have ever had. On the outside, she seemed like the perfect girl. She was willing to take risks, she has gone through major family problems and so i knew she was resilient. She liked to play basketball, League of Legends, and other things i was into. But she wasn’t it. I stayed with her because i wanted sex. She broke up with me before i got it; its a good thing she did. I didn’t actually have feelings for her. I only looked at her as a way to fill this void of depression inside of me. From her i learned that sex isn’t the reason for a relationship, and when it is, that relationship will fail. Joyee was by far the most stupid and annoying one of all. I thought i had feelings for her, but really i was just trying to get any girl i could. I courted her and showed her my best. But she knew my past, she knew i would break her heart. Its not even that, i just think she was embarrassed to like someone like me. That someone like me, with my methods, would work on her. She turned me down and i barely speak to her now. From her i learned just how important chance is. She never gave me a chance as her boyfriend. On the other hand, you gave a million chance, i blew all of them but you weren’t reluctant to give me another.
I’m wondering why i’m not chasing after another girl. Why i’m not breaking another girl’s heart, attempting to fill this void inside me. I really do think its because i have grown. With growth come the realization that there really is no need to look anymore, i had the one, and i’ve lost you forever.
I’m not saying that my mistakes should be forgiven and that you should accept me into your arms. I think i treated you like complete shit, and that you shouldn’t look at me the same way. But, if ever we got to talking again, or if you happen to read this. I wan’t you to know that I know my mistake. I’m drowning in my own regret and i can’t breathe. My chest caves in every time i look at you at church or see your social media posts because you’re so beautiful and i let you go. I’m in so much regret that it’s hard to even be happy with all this success. All this success can seem so meaningless without you. My hands hurt from praying for your happiness. I’m Itchy. I’m itching so badly for your love not even a knife would give me satisfaction.
I know, why am i only realizing this now? Why did i have to put you through all that pain and go through various girls to teach me a lesson? To be honest, It’s cause i didn’t know what i had until it was gone.
I think back to the time when we watched she’s dating a gangster. I think about how easy it was to just hug you and kiss you. How much i want that back. I want all your late night text messages. All your crazy and funny Snap chats. I want to hear about your school, about how stressful you are. I want to hear about your work, if there been any guys talking to you. I want to fight with you again, then say sorry because i know now that you’re always right. I want to binge watch Netflix with you, until we both fall asleep. I want to feel the warmth of your hug and say i love you, and really mean it. I want to kiss you, and keep kissing until you stop me, and i’ll actually stop. I want us to be together again and never let each other go.
But i know that won’t happen. The odd chance that you still look at my tumblr, even my likes, you might not even come across this post. Even if you do, this post my just bring you rage or sadness that you won’t want to talk to even more. Even if we do talk, i doubt you’ll look at me as the same human being.
I’m fine with that, i deserve that. I deserve worse. But if there’s anything to take away from this, it’s that i still love you. 5 years later from grade 10, It’s still you.
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