ive been trying to do this essay for 3 hours now and i only have 3 very short paragraphs and i cant stop crying because im so tired and i just want to sleep but i cant because it has to be done by monday
i only need 2 courses to be able to graduate and i’m taking them atm. i need to write a 3 page essay and make a powerpoint presentation about a news article by monday but i seriously cant fucking do this anymore im so exhausted and havent been able to do any school work in months. i cant remember the last time turned in a project in time and not at least 3 weeks late
also i cant even rest during summer bc i need to study every single day for my final exams in september that determine if ill be able to get into university easily or if i have to start trying to get in through entrance exams which will probably take at least a couple of years to get through since it’s so fucking competitive bc the universities take only about 20-40 new students every year per programme (the one i’m trying to get into takes 25)
i only need 2 courses to be able to graduate and i’m taking them atm. i need to write a 3 page essay and make a powerpoint presentation about a news article by monday but i seriously cant fucking do this anymore im so exhausted and havent been able to do any school work in months. i cant remember the last time turned in a project in time and not at least 3 weeks late
also i cant even rest during summer bc i need to study every single day for my final exams in september that determine if ill be able to get into university easily or if i have to start trying to get in through entrance exams which will probably take at least a couple of years to get through since it’s so fucking competitive bc the universities take only about 20-40 new students every year per programme (the one i’m trying to get into takes 25)
i only need 2 courses to be able to graduate and i’m taking them atm. i need to write a 3 page essay and make a powerpoint presentation about a news article by monday but i seriously cant fucking do this anymore im so exhausted and havent been able to do any school work in months. i cant remember the last time turned in a project in time and not at least 3 weeks late
also i cant even rest during summer bc i need to study every single day for my final exams in september that determine if ill be able to get into university easily or if i have to start trying to get in through entrance exams which will probably take at least a couple of years to get through since it’s so fucking competitive bc the universities take only about 20-40 new students every year per programme (the one i’m trying to get into takes 25)
i only need 2 courses to be able to graduate and i’m taking them atm. i need to write a 3 page essay and make a powerpoint presentation about a news article by monday but i seriously cant fucking do this anymore im so exhausted and havent been able to do any school work in months. i cant remember the last time turned in a project in time and not at least 3 weeks late
for our grade 12 formal a guy asked me to be his partner and i was like ‘ok’ but he told me to not wear heels because he was like 5’4 and it would make him feel bad and i considered it but then i remembered a few years before he was in my maths class and i was struggling with a maths problem because i had been sick earlier that week and he told me if i paid attention or even showed up to class that i would understand it anyway i wore 5 inch sparkly heels and the only thing he said to me was ‘this is because of grade 9 right?’ and i said that it was and i am glad he knew exactly where he went wrong
That’s it. That’s the plot. Yoongi is a rock. Enjoy! :D And Happy Halloween! This is my treat for you!
rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness
Word Count 1.3k
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Yoongi is a rock, so he doesn’t have much thought. But perhaps, for a rock, his thoughts are a lot.
Yoongi is a rock, so doesn’t have ears, but he can hear, how the wind whips around his solid rock build. He doesn’t have eyes, but he can see, your smile as you climb the other rocks to be with him for a while. And he doesn’t have a mouth to protest the way you step on his surface, shoes full of dirt as you pull yourself up and lay your body down, but he doesn’t seem to mind, because you’re here with him now.
What Yoongi does have is memories, so many for a rock. He remembers the days it took for his rough edges to smooth, the water that slowly disappeared and left him all alone. Surrounded by fish and then surrounded by nothing.
He remembers the sunlight that filled the water’s absence, the heat he felt for the first time and the trees that grew around him. So many memories, he lived for days and days, not really living, but wearing away. The endlessness, the memories, alone he stayed. He didn’t mind, as a rock, the way time took parts of him away. He didn’t mind for days, until he met you.
When he first met you, you were young and free. Would tumble and play around him, all day in the breeze.
Never near him, always in the soft grassy plain or in the trees, of course you would choose to sit in the softness of the earth. It was not hard, like a rock, like Yoongi, would be.
Until one day you did choose Yoongi, climbing with your small limbs over the terrain until you reached the peak, atop the world, looking down at the sea of green, the same sights Yoongi would see.
You drew on him with chalk, a new look for the rock. He became so much more, a flower, a bee, a face, a home, a heart, your spot, it made him happy. When the rain showered down, and splattered away your heart, he went back to being a rock. But Yoongi was changed, more than he thought.
You came back and you played. And your laughter filled the wind’s silence, and your smile shone brighter than the sun, in Yoongi’s opinion, who lived much longer than you, and knew the sun’s rays much better than you.
Then when you grew a bit older, you found solace at the peak of your world, where Yoongi stayed grounded and reliable, and all yours.
At day time you’d let the sun warm your body, giving Yoongi some shade. And at night time you’d watch the stars, and tell Yoongi about your day. It was a routine, like most of Yoongi's rock life, but became something Yoongi began to look forward to, as a rock with nowhere to go. It was a routine Yoongi didn’t want to let go.
When school started, you talked about your school days, your loneliness, your bullies, and Yoongi longed to grow limbs and follow you back to teach those bullies a lesson, but Yoongi was a rock, and that just wasn’t going to happen.
You worked on your homework, pages and books splayed over and shifting in the wind, groaning over problems, sketching hearts into Yoongi instead, until dinner came and you left Yoongi again.
And Yoongi waited. Because well, as a rock, there was nothing else he could do but wait. And wait, he did. He waited for you.
He waited and watched and waited and heard, for any signs when you’d return.
And one day you brought a boy to your special place, laid down a blanket and talked to him instead of Yoongi. And that boy kissed you, and if Yoongi had a heart, it might have cracked, but his hearts were graphite and chalk, and already washed away, so Yoongi endured, listened to your laughter, happy you came back.
And one day you came running, stood high and screamed, and then cried and cried and cried, lying on your side, for you really had a heart, and in your first heartache all you wanted to do was be alone, on the top of the world, atop the place where it felt like home.
Yoongi felt your tears, it reminded him of the sea, and as you cried he thought, things are not lost forever, and one day you too will see.
And one day you came dancing, your dress blowing in the breeze, and sat again and told him about your life like the days when you were young and Yoongi thought, in all the years he lived as rock, and all the things he’d seen, you were by far the most beautiful creature in the world to him.
You were his rock. His connection to something more than wind and grass and trees, you were a piece of humanity that Yoongi yearned to see.
And one day, it was not you who came, but men in yellow hats and thick boots and metal in their hands. They came back again and again, with larger tools and metal machinery and more and more, and the grass and trees you loved so much were cut down and destroyed, but not Yoongi.
And when you finally came back to Yoongi, eyes filled with shock, you questioned and pleaded with the men to stop, but they had a job to do, and laughed at you, and Yoongi stayed, full of pain at your hurt, and wished he was a man too, so he could protect you.
When the men had gone, you snuck back in, and watched the stars, fearing it will be your last, and wished you were a rock, so you didn’t have to go back. And you told Yoongi about your life with tears in your eyes, and you told him how you missed this place, and wished for things to change. You wished you had come back sooner, protected this place instead.
You stayed all night, looking at the stars, you stayed until you fell asleep, and woke up to machinery and men telling you to leave. Yoongi heard the grinding gears and your cries telling them to stop, and he felt the ground beneath him shake, and everything lifting up.
He wished he could tell you not to cry, not to worry, that it will be alright. Yoongi lived as a rock for years and years, becoming less and less, until you came and made him whole and left him with no regret.
And when Yoongi cracked he thought of you, and when Yoongi broke he thought of you, and when he scattered and turned to sand what was left of him was you.
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“Hey sleepy head. You sleep like a rock.”
Yoongi woke up to your lazy kisses against his cheek. He shuddered awake, eyes adjusting to the sunlight filling your bedroom.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” his voice gruff from sleep, “I just had a strange dream.”
“Hmm okay.” You yawn and hold him closer. “What did you want to do today?”
Yoongi grunts, his fingers finding yours, interlacing them together. “A picnic?”
“Really?” Yoongi smiles at the excitement in your voice, pulling you closer, laying kisses on your forehead, breathing in deep.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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[Now go listen to the Audio Ver. by @voice-over-ff ]
Ever read The Giving Tree? I haven’t read it in so long but it’s a story that I still think about decades later, this is somewhat inspired by it. I am very proud of this silly story, so I am going to log off and try not to take it personally if this doesn’t get a lot of notes lol, but know if you do choose to show your love, it touches me deeply.
So I originally intended this to be a drabble for my story HOAL, you may or may not choose to view it as part of HOAL universe, set in a future we have not gotten to yet in the story lol. <3
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