[summary]
     ↳ college is hell lmao. dtqk try their best to comfort u 

[warning/s]
     ↳ language

[notes]
     ↳ yooo i specifically made u study architecture bc that's the course i am taking right now!!! this is a self-indulging one lol. enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing hehe

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SAPNAP

Sapnap heard groans from the other room, making him raise an eyebrow in concern. Are you okay? He stood up from his computer and got to your shared bedroom where your workspace was. There you were, slumped against your drafting board, pulling your hair in stress and agony. "It's all wrong..." your muffled voice reached his ears.

Sapnap huffed as he watched you suffer without even noticing him. It brings him back to his own experience in studying and never regretting dropping out and doing what he loves.

He's been there for you when you rant all about architecture and how it was the last thing you chose. You always complain about how your teachers give you a ton of assignments without a bit of consideration. Your mental health is deteriorating but he always tries his best to cheer you up.

His heart constricted a bit against his chest as he saw you looking tired. He really couldn't bear seeing you like this, all stressed and exhausted. As much as he wants you to just drop out and join him in doing YouTube stuff (he actually brought it up once and you almost gave in) but when he sees you this hardworking, he felt bad discouraging you.

He admires your determination to finish school and your drive to prove people wrong, so as a boyfriend he should really be supporting you.

"Come on, cutie, let's get you to bed." He pulled your arm over his shoulder before wrapping his arms around your torso and basically dragged you to bed.

With your half-asleep state, you weakly yanked him to you, begging him to stay. He obliged, reminding you that you don't have to beg for him to stay with you because he would do it in a heartbeat.

***

DREAM

"NOOOOO!"

Dream rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. You don't surprise him anymore with your sudden outbursts. He just kept scrolling through his phone, casually sneaking glances at you.

Your workspace was a mess, not to mention you yourself were a disaster. You were rubbing your eyes in frustration, calling yourself stupid. "I fucking measured it wrong! Idiot!"

"Hey, you're not an idiot," Dream chimed in, finally standing up and walking towards you. "You don't get to call yourself that. Only I do." He flashed a grin at you, in hopes of cheering you up, but clearly, it didn't work as you were still glaring at your blueprint.

"Shut up..."

"What's the problem?" Dream always tries to help you with whatever problem you were having even if you try to dismiss him because he wouldn't get the terms. But he's persistent, and he would always want to help.

"Ugh, it's just... There is so much to do and it's a tedious job, very time-consuming and I only have a few hours- and-!" you let out, looking at him desperately.

"Sounds serious," Dream replied, even though all you said were vague, general stuff. "You know what, I already have the solution to this."

"What," you deadpanned, already using an eraser, and angrily erasing the sketch.

You squeaked when Dream pulled your drafting table away from you. You sat there helplessly as he stood between you and your work. "You need rest."

"What? No. I have to finish this."

"You've been working for days. You need proper rest. I'm sure you can submit it on time," Dream reasoned.

"Dream."

"Y/n."

"Don't make me stab you with my pencil," you threatened.

"I like to see you try with you and your weak and tired body of 0 sleep and energy."

"You bitch." You stood up to go and get your drafting table, but Dream was quick, effortlessly scooping you in his arms. You thrashed in his grasp, but he was unnerved, bringing you to bed.

He basically threw you to bed and before you could sit up, Dream laid his whole weight onto you, preventing your whole body from moving. "What the- Dream! Let me out!"

"Let my body soothe you, babe." Dream relaxed. "We just need a few hours of rest."

"Dream, please."

"Y/n. Just a couple minutes."

Dream indeed was a persistent person. You begrudgingly do as he says, and he smiles when he heard you snoring, making him wrap his arms around you, sheltering you because he would want to keep his loved one safe and sound.

***

QUACKITY

"I want to fucking die."

"Same here!"

You and Alex shared a laugh. He was busy typing an essay while you were busy drafting a ground floor plan for a couple.

Man, college is hard.

Your friends (them being the Dream SMP) have been urging you to drop out of school already, but you and Alex wouldn't do it because 1.) This is for your parents; 2.) You want to prove them wrong out of spite; 3.) It's actually fun suffering together.

It's quite funny how you have your way of living together. Your workspaces are close to each other, your shared fridge has territories. The upper shelf has desserts (for you) while the lower shelf was full of cans of Monster. You also have a second workspace for when Alex is busy streaming (you envy him for having free time while you are still stuck with homework).

You also have a shared calendar for reminders and deadlines it's funny when Alex thinks he's free to do things and you suddenly pop out of nowhere and remind him to do the reading he said he was supposed to do.

"Quackity's gonna stay for the rest of the stream and play Fortnite with his friends, right?" Karl mused.

"Erm... Yeah sure," he replied.

"Wait, don't you have the thing you have to do?" you cheekily cut in.

"Oh, you little-"

"I'm done." Alex casually says, not even a fist-pumping in the air or an excited scream.

"I hate you." You glared at him. "Yours is too easy. It's just an essay."

"Yeah, but you have to do a fuck ton of research!"

"Whatever." You continued working on your project. Alex went to his phone and randomly scrolled through Twitter, replying to tweets, and maybe boasting that he finished faster than you.

You silently appreciate that although he had nothing else to do, he stayed beside you.

After a moment, he brought a hand to the back of your head as if slapping you awake. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Wanna go on a drive later? Maybe eat something."

"Sure. Maybe."

His hand stayed there, now absentmindedly scratching your scalp in the way that relaxed you. As much as you want him to stop because it can be distracting, you didn't want to.

"You done?" Alex asked after a couple of minutes. When he didn't hear anything, he looked over to where you were supposed to be working but you were already snoring.

He let out a small playful huff as he shook his head at you. "Unbelievable."

***

KARL

"Hey, come on, you've been working on that for hours now."

"I'm... almost done."

Karl pursed his lips in concern. Your back was hunched over your paper. You were so focused, and your hand was shaking, and your breath was stilled. You couldn't make another mistake.

Karl worries about you sometimes. He doesn't want to see you stressing over something, something he had little to no understanding of. He tries his best to help you. Luckily, you almost have the same sleep schedule.

"Y/n," he gently approached you, and you audibly groaned back, "you're doing good, okay?"

You silently appreciated him spouting out comforts.

"Don't stress about it too much. I know you'll make it."

He was basically looming over you, covering you with warmth like a blanket. "Karl, you're not helping..." You whined.

"I'm not?" He pulled away a bit.

"No... You're distracting me." Your pout turned into a playful grin when he began frowning at himself.

The two of you stared at one another in silence. Karl leaned in close to your lips until you had to pull away, a huge yawn escaping you.

"Geez. You must be so, so tired," Karl noted, his words oozing with sarcasm. "Come on, I'll carry you to bed."

That woke you up. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Ain't no way you can carry me with those noodle arms."

"Hey! I'm strong! Look at these guns," he flexed, patting his sleeved arm proudly. "If you don't want to be carried, I'll just drag you then. Come on."

You crashed into bed, not letting him carry you because you couldn't trust him, and he might just break his bones.

***

GEORGE

"Ahhhhhhh..."

"Stop doing that," George told you from the other side of the room.

"Wahhhhhhhh..."

"Stop whining!" He shouted but he wasn't angry. He just really likes to tell you off, especially when you're sneezing, coughing, or hiccupping.

"George..." you groaned.

"What?"

"I think I'm failing."

Just drop out! The words threatened to come out of his mouth. "Okay?" but as much as he wants to tell you so badly, he doesn't want to. He would want you to get through it, and finish school. He could see how determined you are, and how focused you could be on finishing your projects. He's impressed at how you could still get to have time for him and pass your schoolwork on time. So, he perfectly understands when you need space.

"George...."

"What do you need?"

".......you..."

"What??" He heard you the first time, he was just in disbelief.

"......nothing."

"Y/n," George called. "What did you just say?"

"I'm tired. Just ignore me..."

You had your head laid down on your table and closed your eyes for a bit. You sighed out in exhaustion, and you almost fell into sleep when you felt a nudge.

"Hm?" Your eyes lifted to see George standing beside you, holding your favorite drink. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know-" George shrugged, the drink sloshing inside the container. "I figured you would need it. Take it." He stretched his hand.

With a confused look, you took it, giving him an affectionate grin afterward. "Thank you."

"Shut up, what else do you need?" George averted his gaze, his cheeks slightly flushed.

You didn't ask him for more, but he gave it to you anyway. He brought blankets, some chips... until he stayed with you and gave you comfort. The two of you spend your time in each other's warmth, watching a couple of TikTok videos and eating his favorite snacks.

"Thank you for doing this," you told him once more, turning to him.

George pursed his lips. "Just don't stress yourself, okay? You're making me stressed too."

"I wish I can do that, but you're gonna have to deal with this stress ball for a few more years."

"I guess I have no choice." He rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I-" he stopped himself. 

You waited for a second before planting a kiss on the corner of his lips. "I love you too."

***