imagines and headcanons

↠ stress-reliever (dtqk) ▪︎ headcanons

[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."