#no one look at me alright i’m fucked up on cough syrup rn

[inkykeiji]

when he uses the same word processing app as youuu (*♡∀♡)

#wavey davey i love you #cmere lemme give u kissie ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) #no one look at me alright i’m fucked up on cough syrup rn #i may have bronchitis #did you know i get bronchitis like every other year?????? #it’s true #i have scar tissue in my lungs because of it #(the scar tissue may also be lung cancer but we’re pretty sure it’s scar tissue #i’ll be having another CT scan soon to see if they’ve grown) #anyway #yeah #dave and i are clearly meant for each other #cLEARLY #bf’s mom is making me soup #v nice of her i rly appreciate #i think i’m gonna take a nap #maybe a shower first because i’m so sweaty it’s so gross #fever things~ i guess #listening to tokyo drifting on repeat #probs gonna fall asleep to it #<333 #clari chatters #clari chatters SICKLY #waves davey’s on fire <333333

[junetuesday]

sweetener - prologue

Lattes and Left Swipes

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: 1555

Warnings: none just now

A/N: a little something to get the ball rolling. i’m mildly shitting myself rn so i hope you guys like it!

Updates Fridays at 9pm BST

“Next!”

Drumming your fingers along the counter, you shuffled forwards as the queue moved along in front of you. Your eyes scanned over the board above the counter for a fifth time, hoping one of the drinks on the menu would jump out at you. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have given it a second glance, ordering the same vanilla latte every time you popped into the cafe (which was much more often than you’d care to admit, but it was right next to the building where you had most of your lectures, and the coffee was decent). Today though, it was much later than usual, you’d already had four coffees, and you were headed home soon anyway--

“What can I get y- oh, hey!” A bright voice snapped you out of your reverie, your attention shifting to the barista behind the counter just in time to see him reach for a to-go cup, already heading to the vanilla syrup pump behind him. “Vanilla latte, right?”

Okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren’t the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular establishment. Maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. Maybe.

“No, actually,” you replied, nodding sagely at his perplexed expression. “I know, I know, shocking.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Setting the empty cup down on the counter, he turned back to face you fully, the corner of his lips twitched up into an easy smirk.

“Yeah, I’ve already had way more caffeine than I should have today, and I’m gonna go home and pass out after this, so...” You scanned the board one more time, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze. “...just a tea, please.”

“Fair.” Nodding, the boy turned grab a teabag and toss it into the cup before setting it under the hot water dispenser. “You know there’s caffeine in tea, right?”

“Eh, that much won’t kill me.” You shrugged, pulling your purse from your bag as he put your order through the till. You tapped your card against the reader, leaving your loyalty card out on the counter ready to be stamped while he put the lid on your tea.

Setting your drink down, he grabbed the coffee bean stamp from behind a display of brownies and pulled your card towards him. Three spaces remained blank, six already marked with coffee beans and one with ‘10th cup free!’ printed across it. The boy stamped the card twice in quick succession, hesitated for a moment over the last empty space, then stamped it as well.

“I hope not.”

You just smiled, pretending not to notice the way your fingers brushed against his when he handed you your card. Harder to ignore, though, was the way he caught your eye when you looked up from tossing your purse back into your bag, that easy smile still playing on his lips.

“D’you wan-”

Both your heads whipped around as the bell above the door cut him off, heralding the arrival of a group of students. Seeing that none of them were who you were there to meet, you turned back to that smile - only to find it had become tight-lipped and awkward, directed not at you but at the older woman who had emerged from the back room at the sound of the bell.

“Sugar. If you, uh, want milk and sugar, it’s over there.” He gestured off to your right, stepping back from the counter to let the woman take his place.

You nodded as you moved away with your drink, your quiet ‘cheers’ lost beneath the chatter of the students approaching the counter and the exchange between the two baristas as she thanked him for staying late to cover her break. You looked back over your shoulder as you poured a sugar packet into your cup, but saw only the older woman, not a chestnut curl in sight. Adding a dash of milk with a sigh, you replaced the lid on your cup and made your way to your usual seat, pushing thoughts of warm brown eyes and missed opportunities from your mind.

Ostensibly, you were at the cafe to meet a guy from one of your seminars to discuss the project you were partnered up for. You didn’t get a chance to talk it through after it was set, your friend and housemate Liv texting you from outside the room to hurry up before you ended up stuck in traffic trying to get off campus at rush hour, so you arranged to meet a few days later. That was the original, official plan.

However. Things changed when you parted ways outside the seminar room, Liv’s eyes wide and neck craned to watch him walk away. After a barrage of questions (“Who is he and why were you talking to him and is he single?”) and a quickly exhausted supply of answers (“His name is Harrison, we were arranging to meet up because we have a project together but someone kept texting me telling me to hurry up, so we didn’t get to talk about it for very long, and I don’t know if he’s single because funny enough it didn’t come up in the two minutes I spoke to him”), your Primary Objective switched from ‘discuss assignment’ to ‘find out relationship status and orchestrate a social interaction if appropriate’. Because that’s just the kind of good friend you are.

The bell above the door sounded again a few minutes after you sat down, a semi-familiar figure making its way towards you.

“Hey,” Harrison dropped his backpack onto a spare chair at your table, sliding onto the one opposite you. “Sorry I’m late, you been here ages?”

You shook your head, holding up your near-full drink as evidence. “Nah, like five, ten minutes? No worries.”

Your iPad already out on the table with the assignment specs pulled up, you soon got into talking through the basics of your project. Your mind was divided, though, half talking about potential themes and half searching for a segue into Harrison’s personal life. As luck would have it, one came along soon enough in the form of a notification banner coming down from the top of your screen, obscuring the diagram you were both currently discussing.

TINDER Somebody likes you!😍 Swipe right to find out who!

“I hate Tinder,” Harrison leant back in his seat with a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, swiping up to clear the screen. “Like, I use it, but I hate it.”

“Same,” you sighed, mentally noting ‘uses dating apps, therefore is single?’ “I don’t even use it really, I just swipe through weirdo after weirdo until I get fed up and delete it.”  

“I’ve always wondered what a girl’s perspective of Tinder’s like, you know. Like what do other guy’s profiles actually look like?”

“Wanna check out the competition?” You smirked, offering your iPad for Harrison to take.

He clicked his tongue as he considered it, eyes narrowed and focused on the screen.

“Sure, go on then. Know your enemy, right?”

“‘Enemy’’s a bit extreme,” you laughed, switching apps before laying your iPad flat on the table between you.

Swiping through Fuckboy after Fuckboy, Potentially-Cute-If-Not-For-The-Offensive-Bio after Clearly-A-Catfish, you and Harrison were soon in fits of laughter, fighting for control of the device to stop him Super Liking a man who had seemingly listed his age in dog years, his picture showing him to be approximately seven times older than the 19 years he claimed to be.

“You fucking dick,” you seethed as It’s a Match! Popped up on the screen. “Oh he’s messaged me alre-aaaaand that is a dick. Or was. Fabulous.”

Water sprayed across the table as Harrison burst into a renewed fit of laughter, the drink he’d just taken now mostly on your iPad screen, droplets grotesquely magnifying the image - as if it wasn’t grotesque enough as it was. You scrunched up your face, trying to hold in your own giggles.

“I can’t believe- ah, hm,” you paused, trying to regain your composure. “I can’t believe you wasted my Super Like on a predator. Like, what a tragic indicator for the state of my love life.”

Harrison shook his head as he continued to laugh in between coughs and splutters, attracting disgruntled looks from people at neighbouring tables. “I’m sorry, right? I’ll make it up to you. Friday night, I will wingman you with anyone you want.”

Clearing your throat, you wiped the sleeve of your sweatshirt over the screen as you considered the proposition. “...anyone?”

“Anyone.” He nodded, taking a sip of water - and managing to keep it down. “We’re having pres at ours, couple of the rugby lads’ll be there - come if you want? Bring whoever.”

You hummed thoughtfully, pursing your lips to conceal your satisfied smirk.  “Okay, fine. Friday night, you owe me.”

“Deal. I’ll text you the address.”

Nodding in agreement, you slipped your phone underneath the table. You steered the conversation back in the direction of your assignment, glancing down at your phone when Harrison wasn’t looking to type out a message to Liv.

Mission accomplished.

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