bing bong bing bong i posted this on ao3 yesterday
this is another fic in the college au, and ive come 2 the decision that all the college au shots exist in the same universe and timeline, all with the same established relationships and plot lines oooooo
anywho i just projected onto quackity for a few hours bc its exam season and i hate it so bad i miss when i used 2 be smart, eating poptarts rn 2 ignore the pain, my bio class is staring thru me.
Contents:
- drug use/abuse
- reference to addiction
- sleep deprivation
- referenced schlatt/traves
- referenced ted/cooper
- platonic quackity & schlatt
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The way the light shone in Alex's eyes, burning his irises in the dark dorm room, illuminating his puffy eyes and casting funny shadows on the worn out blanket below him seemed almost surreal. Like something that shouldn't exist, nobody should be awake now and he was out of place.
Finals season was upon him, sending him into manic fits of extremely late study sessions every night, reviewing, typing, quizzing himself, stuffing his face full of macaroni, crying his eyes out, and falling asleep.
The burning screen of his computer haunted him, staring through his soul and laughing at his stress. Stupid piece of shit files. He should've just dropped out when he had the chance.
The gentle weight of the hot bowl in his lap was almost comforting as he stuck a fork in his pasta, stirring the cheese around before catching the noddles and stuffing another fork-full in his mouth. The warmth of the bowl radiated through his blanket and flannel pajama pants, keeping his legs warm, despite his cold bare feet.
An aggravated groan left his mouth as he leaned away from the laptop resting on his legs. The clock on his nightstand burned his eyes as he turned towards it, reading "3:47am".
"Hijo de puta," He whispered, holding his head in his hands. "It's four in the fucking morning."
Right about that time, as if on command, his phone buzzed beside him, reminding him that his earbuds were still in, playing something stupid that had already turned into blocked out background noise. It was a message from Schlatt.
What could he possibly want at this time, shouldn't he be sleeping? Well, Alex should be sleeping right now as well, but that's not the point.
The message was short, reading "u still up stupid ??" in a dark grey bubble. Praise God for IPhone dark mode.
Alex began typing back quickly, but another message from Schlatt beat him to it.
"finals r makin me wanna kms"
He typed his response, sending it without proofreading. "yea, studying 4 the chem test tomrrow, wyd ??"
Schlatt's response was quick. How in the holy Hell did he type so fast??
"same as u, wanna go get food ?? trav is asleep n starbucks is open rn i think n i want coffee"
"u got cash ????"
"yea, i can cover u"
"ok ok cool, meet u ther in 5 ????"
"sounds cool"
Alex groaned loudly as he uncurled from under his blanket, stretching his legs out to the side before falling back against the mattress. Why wasn't he tired? Or more tired than he is, at least. He's been averaging two to three hours of sleep each night for the past week, and he may not even get that tonight. Man.
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Fanfiction;; warning: contains smut, gore, and graphic depiction of harsh or sensitive topics ;; don't talk about your age. just don't talk about it, i don't care that you're 13 and think you're mature enough to read nsfw. you're not, but i can't stop you. go...
