Oneshots? Maybe?

Oh boy here we go

Well um. Yeah. I'm here, you're here. You want to read dumb fluffy fanfic apparently so that's cool.

Before I start, I do use strong language sometimes, but I'll add trigger warnings if I ever write something more serious.

(A/Ns look like this)

This is my first ever fan fiction so that's pretty cool I guess

Um, yeah. Let's go

-Alex 💛

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Patrochilles coffee shop au? Why not?

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"Shit. "

"Shit, shit shit shit"

6:21

Patroclus grabbed his wallet and raced out the dorm.

"Ugh, stupid . How could I forget the stupid A&P class"

He ran over the material quickly in his head as he ran across campus, trying to clear the sleep from his thoughts. (tHe miTOcHoNdRiA iS tHe pOwErHoUsE oF tHe CeLL. I have no clue what people do in anatomy and physiology I'm sorry)

6:43

He glanced at his phone as he came to a halt at the front of the lecture hall, panting slightly. What had possessed him to decide to walk to his classes was beyond him, but here he was, stuck with sprinting to Prof. Castro's class at 6 AM every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. He paused for a moment to rest his aching lungs and wobbling knees, regretting every single decision he had ever made leading up to this point.

 Physical strength had never been Patroclus' strong suit, but he had never pressed it, preferring to focus on his life-long goal of becoming a surgeon. Well, maybe not life long, but long enough that he couldn't remember having any other ambitions (apart from his dream to become an astronaut when he was four, but this didn't count to Patroclus' mind). He let out a sigh and checked the time again.

6:47

He had 18 minutes before Ms. Castro would begin class. Patroclus glanced at the Starbucks sitting invitingly just across the narrow road from him. Surely he had enough time for a quick cup of coffee? Concrete eyelids and a sleep-clouded mind answered for him. Glancing quickly down the road for cars (Safety first, hush), Patroclus darted across the street and into the cafe.

 The smell of coffee and warm junky pastries swirled around him as he pushed open the door. 

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I'm tired and wanted to post something. It's late here. 

Put feedback here? Maybe?

I will make another bit to this, probably within the next few days. I'm probably never going to leave a half finished oneshot unless it was making me really uncomfy. 

Fun fact for the day: it's legal to own an otter as a pet it TN, which is one of maybe four reasons I'm glad I live here.

Also, (I have maybe four followers but still) should I call you guys 'fellow rats', 'my children', or ' you wonderful human beings'? (or something else?)

Good night, my (yet nameless) followers. Get some sleep, eat some food, drink some water, try not to hurt yourself today. Love ya

- Alex 💛