5SOS Preferences

You're Stressed Out Over School

written by tcmlinsta (tumblr)

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Ashton: 

“Are you fucking kidding,” the low grumble of disapproval escaped you as your laptop and printer decided to not connect all of a sudden the eve of the final due date for your research paper. 

A few whacks to the plastic and metal devices later, you were on the verge of tears. You and worked all day and evening to finish the paper and suddenly technology decided to be against you. 

You should have finished it days ago but Ashton had just come home and you put it off to spend time with him before he left again. Because face it, spending time with your favorite Australian always won over your biology class any day. 

But nonetheless, your printer wasn’t working and you wanted to kill something. 

In the next room Ashton lay asleep; his phone lightly grasped in his his hand until he heard your small scream of frustration as you let your head fall to your desk with a small ‘thud’. 

Suddenly he was awake and running over to you, worried if you were alright. 

“Babe?” was all he said as he walked into the bedroom; the sight made him want to laugh, papers were everywhere and so were your books then there was you; a heap of sweatpants and an old baggy t-shirt on your office chair. 

“Is everything okay y/n?” he asks, walking over to your slumped figure and you only can manage a small ‘no’ as you close you eyes, trying to calm down. 

After a second or two you finally give a rational response, “My printer isn’t connecting to the damn laptop.” 

“Technical troubles?” Ashton mumbled, nudging you off the chair for him to sit. You oblige and begin to make your way onto your bed but he grabs you and sits you down on his lap. 

For a moment he scans around your desk area and hums with approval as he grabs a long wire and plugs it into your laptop, “There it is,” he says as your printer comes to life, beginning to print out the ten pages you had tirelessly worked on. 

“How the hell Ash?” you groan in annoyance but also relief, resting your head on his shoulder. With a chuckle he only shakes his head, “Magic, now as your paper prints how about we go get you some coffee, yeah?” 

Michael: A mess of colorful notes lay in front of you as your thoughtfully chewed on your highlighter, scanning your textbook for important information. 

History wasn’t always your best subject which was why you intended to ace the upcoming test. You spent an entire two days emerged in the lives of different historical figures from around the world. 

You felt stress hit you in every direction possible but you ignored it as your caffeine fueled study session consumed you. 

Michael came around often for those two days and with a lot of sighing, he let you study in place of bothering you as he usually did. 

But finally as it hit your 72nd hour, he began to become restless. 

He came around 3PM and walked into your room only to find you in the same position as before, in the same clothing too. 

“Nice sweater y/n,” he greeted sarcastically, taking a seat on your bed. You hummed in response, not paying attention to his words. 

“Seriously, it suits you.” 

“Thanks Mikey, can you hand me my blue pen over there, this on-”

“Why are you being so…nerdy!”