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twowooheart · 3 years

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k.sw - “my heart went oops”

pairing: sunwoo x reader

genre: college au, fluff

warnings: player attitude, strong language, kissing

words: 4,800

„back to my question. where are you hiding from me?“

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you wouldn’t say that you were obsessed with him. it was just the inconvenience that you probably have fallen in love with him from afar, without him even knowing you.

once in a while you had a crush. they came and go, nothing too serious. but sunwoo completely messed with your heart and you can’t explain yourself why.

it all started when you leaned against the tree at your usual spot on the college grounds. it was a nice day. the wind played with the loose strings of your hair while you enjoyed the slight glimpses of sunshine that peeked through the leafs and fell on your face.

your friends and people knew not to interrupt you at this spot. if someone did, you would send them a death glare. you went to a prestigious college and as a member of your faculty and president a lot of work had to be done. this was the only time of the day where you had the chance to relax. it was a calm place where everyone knew not to talk too loud or listen to music. generally, everyone kept quiet.

after all this time of peace and harmony someone had to come to start a war. without opening your eyes you could clearly hear out one particular voice.

eric.

eric as in a loud student that often got on your nerves. you weren’t a grumpy cat or something like that. you are very liked by the students and laugh a lot. you like adventures and spending time with your friends. you also don’t mind loud or silent people.

the problem was the place. and that it was eric.

after a good ten minutes you decided to confront that chaotic group. first they didn’t even recognize someone approaching them. you positioned your hands on your hips and sent a death glare into eric‘s direction.

with a light cough finally the group and some girls that accompanied them turned to you.

eric‘s eyes widened and he was quick to get down from his sitting position on the table to salute in front of you. while the others laugh you let out a sigh.

„what could our pretty president want from me? a date?“ by now you’re confused why he would think such a thing and your confidence is slipping away at the compliment he just gave you.

get out of it. he’s a well known flirt.

„silence.“

eric pushes the boy next to him a little bit when kevin bursts out in laughter.

„w-what do you mean with that?“ the girls are giving you nasty glares by now not happy with the attention you’re getting.

„this place is reserved for silent studies and not a chat - “ you can feel your blood freeze in your body when suddenly another boy turns around that has black ruffled hair and round eyes. he’s wearing a mischievous smirk on his face and with a snicker he shushes you to be silent.

„you should be silent then.“

you’re completely astonished. just when you wanted to swoon over the boy and compliment his looks in your head he had the audacity to counter you with your own words. that boy had an attitude and he clearly enjoyed the ‚oh‘s and laughs by his friends.

you were too dumbfounded to utter another single word. usually the students respected you and it wasn’t only you who liked the peace here. you thought about the others that liked to enjoy the nature of this tiny place on the campus.

before you regained yourself the group was already back to their business. with slight embarrassment you trotted back to your spot and gathered your things to go to the library.

the next days weren’t any different. oh, but there were different girls. sitting on their laps and even flirting. the sight was so disgusting to you so there wasn’t any other option than leaving the place for good.

it wasn’t like you gave up without a fight. in your meetings you debated and brought up good arguments for setting up rules but no one seemed to listen to you or being interested in the topic. after asking other students and your friends you realized they were way too insecure to speak up to the popular students.

every time you encountered the boys they gave you funny looks and especially the boy, named sunwoo you learned, even winked at you. he was mocking you. unbeknownst to him and the others your heartbeat quickened it’s pace when he looked at you with those round dark eyes. you hated the feeling at first. but soon, what you hated even more, that you wanted to see him at campus.

was he here all the time?

he even sat in some courses with you. yet, you never managed to acknowledge his existence only until the day he made fun of you.

your slight crush kept only growing and growing until you decided to find out more about the irritating student. kim sunwoo was his full name. he was a soccer player and member of your university team. good grades and many friends. to the last part you internally cringed.

very popular with girls. typical heartthrob.

but one to never be in a relationship. he played and never stayed for too long with a girl.

great! you really fell for a playboy. worse: only by looking and speaking one time to him. you really had to get over with it as soon as possible. even if sunwoo would pay you a little bit more attention like with his other possessions it would soon fade and you would be left heartbroken.

and how to get over a crush and a boy you couldn’t have? have fun with another boy! you only had to find one...

after a few weeks went by you were on your way to the campus garden where you found your new place of peace. it was even smaller and sometimes you helped the gardener club with their duties. fortunately the smell of roses and herbs did wonders to your mind and soul. you felt refreshed and happy everytime you spend your pause in the garden on a bench or on the fresh grass.

today was also the perfect weather to spend some time in the little paradise. while you joined the queue in the cafeteria to get a little snack you jumped when someone tapped you on your shoulder from behind.

„sunwoo?“ the boy stood tall in front of you hair messed up a little bit making him looking cozy and kinda cute. his heart shaped lips formed into a dazzling smile while you probably ogled him like an owl.

„you know my name.“

„w-what? I mean, yes I do. everyone knows you, right?“ your voice was slight shaky and you just wondered what he could want from you.

„yeah, but you, you know my name!“

„yeah, well... anyways can I help you?“ your body reacted on its own again. your palms became sweaty and you couldn’t look into his eyes longer than a second before finding the ground in front of you interesting again.

„I just wondered where you have been?“

you look up at him puzzled. oh, „you probably mean why I am not lurking around in your kingdom anymore.“ a scoff leaves you and before you register that you just said that out loud a hearty laugh brings you out of your thoughts.

„I didn’t mean that!“

„oh, the way you always look at me tells me you definitely meant it!“ then he notices your disapproval for his flirty looks.

„back to my question. where are you hiding from me?“ you’re nearly ready to order and think about a good answer for that. wait, did he just say you were hiding from him?

„I am not hiding from you! I just - “ the way he emphasized the word made you fuzzy in the head. it sounded like you were his prey or some sort of that. you turn around so he faced your back again and quickly placed your order. before you can finish sunwoo suddenly chimes in and places his wish, too. leaving you dumbfounded because the next thing he fishes out his money to pay for the two of you before you’re able to do so yourself.

you roll with your eyes when he walks behind you. a small ‚thanks‘ leaves your lips and you try to get away from him as fast as possible. you couldn’t think clear when he was around. his intense gaze brought goosebumps over your skin and you knew this wasn’t a good thing.

you can’t have him. he wouldn’t want you anyways so get over it. he was probably just bored and that’s why he wanted to tease you a little bit.

before leaving the cafeteria you turn around to spot the boy but he seems to have vanished out of the scene completely. not even sitting at his usual table with the popular kids.

your lunch was deliciously devoured between some big trees in the garden. you listened to the birds cheeping soft melodies while reading some lecture. unknown to you someone has watched over you for some time now.

chuckling to himself sunwoo leans back letting out a sigh. „so that’s where you are now...“

a new week starts and while you are gathering your books in the opened corridor you can hear familiar voices nearing your spot. you’re chatting with one of your friends when the group stops in front of you and eric leans against the lockers to give you a flirty look.

„(y/n)...“ he sings your name in a cute voice while the others begin to laugh and you get yourself busy with ushering your friend away before they could annoy her, too.

immediately you spot sunwoo next to eric who sends you an interested look. back to eric you roll with your eyes.

„what do you want?“

„ah, ah! don’t give me an attitude. oh, did someone already tell you that your eyes sparkle in this light?“

„I am not asking again.“ you’re ready to leave before eric stops you by pulling you back with a strong grip on your wrist. your eyes lock on the spot he just touched you and again, you can’t see sunwoo shifting uncomfortably in his position.

„pretty please! can you show the new boy around? I swear he’s well mannered and good looking! an angel!“ ah, that’s why he’s acting like this.

„oh come on, eric. (y/n) probably has better things to do than that. for example arguing with people who enjoy life.“ you’re sending a death glare to sunwoo and your cheeks are growing hot at the laughter that erupts after that.

what an asshole...

„actually, no, I have time. where’s he?“ with that you stop the bickering and sunwoo‘s smile falls. he didn’t want you to show juyeon the university.

the new student came to the front and with a huge smile he introduced himself. what a good looking sexy god look at his arms and his lips and his eyes and his -

everyone was already gone leaving the two of you behind. juyeon fiddles with the hem of his uniform not knowing why you’re standing in front of him with an opened mouth and still, still clinging onto his hand. oh dammit quick react!

„I am (y/n)! (y/l/n) (y/n)!“ you let go of his hand and he sends you a smile that would bring girls to their knees.

„I already know.“

„oh, yes of course! I am sorry... I should show you everything!“ juyeon mutters a ‚cute‘ under his breath when your eyes indeed seem to sparkle when you start to drag him around the campus.

after five days you were sure, you really liked juyeon. you spent a lot of time together and he was so easy to be around. he was funny, teasing (in a good way), polite, intelligent and when he had the opportunity to part ways with you he didn’t. that’s because he liked you, too.

he was the perfect definition of everything that kim sunwoo wasn’t and especially to you. a friend and a possible lover.

on the other hand he wasn’t fully able to get your mind off sunwoo. that boy seemed to made himself comfortable in a deep deep part of your heart laughing evilly down there.

you want to emphasize the word evil again. after getting closer and closer with juyeon you couldn’t ignore sunwoo‘s hateful gazes anymore. didn’t he like juyeon hanging around with you? you were probably way to much a loser for them and they wanted the good looking guy between their rows.

it couldn’t be helped. one time you even tried to smile at the boy but that only resulted in him turning around to flirt with the new chick of the week. there he was at it again. pinching your heart again. it hurt much more than you wanted it to. but turning in your seat to watch juyeon eating brought happiness to you.

it was already after another few days and a date with juyeon that you two were clear about your relationship. you could never be a couple. you two found each other attractive at first but now you realized you probably just found a best friend in each other. never having one before the two of you also didn’t know how it felt to find your other half but in a platonic way.

you laughed the whole night about your attempt to kiss. there was nothing. no sparks. no everything. juyeon even apologized for not feeling anything. sometimes it turns out like this. luckily you were now inseparable leaving others confused on if you were dating or not.

juyeon literally begged you to not tell anyone and just wait what happens. that boy turned you into a mischievous kitten that agreed to his evil plan. even your friends fall for it at first. in the end some girls can read their girlfriends better than anyone else and they noticed little gestures between you and juyeon that no couple would do.

there’s still one thing you didn’t tell your bestfriend about. your safe space in the beautiful college garden. it wasn’t a problem either but this place was only for you. (and the hardworking gardener club)

something stopped you in your tracks when you were just entering the herb part. kissing sounds could be heard behind a tree. you wanted to lecture the couple who thought it would be a good time and place to fuc-

it was sunwoo.

your eyes widened and your heart sank to the bottom. your mouth still open sunwoo catches your gaze and locks eyes with you. he starts to kiss the girl‘s neck while she whimpers out his name.

you closed your mouth knowing what he was doing. he knew you would come at this hour. he knew you would find him with the girl. he wanted you to find him with... someone that wasn’t you, again.

this time one the other hand you decided to be confident. you coughed out loud gaining that girl‘s attention who let out a little shriek in the process. immediately she put some space between her and sunwoo and started to correct her uniform.

„I will report this if you’re not leaving this instant.“ this was enough to let the girl take a run leaving a pouting sunwoo behind.

you walk up to the boy and sigh out before speaking up.

„I don’t care what or with who you’re doing something, kim sunwoo. I just wonder why you have to do it here, the only place I can relax.“

sunwoo leans against the tree and sends you a bored glare. he lifts one of his eyebrows and you watch his tongue poking his cheek from the inside.

„the university garden doesn’t belong to you.“

you scoff at his words.

„I’ve never said that. I - I just thought... you and your friends already won over my favorite spot on the grounds.“

„and?“

maybe talking honest with him?

„look, I don’t want any problems with you. of course I won’t report this. I just want to have this little space for myself. could you please not come here again?“ you’re sending him a pleading look and when sunwoo starts to emerge your form with painfully slow steps you can feel your skin burning where his eyes land.

he leans down. so much that your noses are nearly touching. he’s so close you can smell his cologne and his breathing is tickling your face.

„I will come here whenever I want. I will bring here whoever I want. I will fuck here whoever I want. tell me, (y/n), aren’t you doing the same?“

you gulp. without much thought your foot collides with his shinbone. sunwoo cries out and clings to his leg sitting down in the process.

„oh god! I didn’t want to - ah, shit! here, cling onto me, I will bring you to the nurse!“ with a panicked voice you try to help sunwoo and the boy only curses out lowly while you and him slowly limp to the nurse.

„okay, sunwoo, look at me“ the boy is still in a lot of pain laying down in the hospital section bed. his eyes have not left you for once and you feel like the boy is planning on how to kill you in the most brutal way.

you’re nibbling nervously on your fingernails after the x-ray and the moment the doctor is out of sight your hands are on sunwoo‘s puffy cheeks. with a determined look you focus his face into your direction.

„you remember what I told you? I didn’t see anything! so you will say this was an accident, alright?“ his eyes darken at your words.

„why should I do that?“

„because! because I will tell them about you and the girl!“

„you kicking me is definitely worse.“ dammit, he’s right.

„o-okay! you can go to the garden whenever you want! I will not go there anymore!“

sunwoo chuckles at that. „a few minutes ago you lectured me and now you’re giving in again? but... no, that’s not helping you, too.“ out of anger you’re shaking his head by now and you don’t even realize how close you’re again.

the two of you flinch and immediately get away from each other when the doctor is coming back. „well, mr. kim. no game for you this saturday. your leg needs about a week to recover so no running and especially no sports!“ sunwoo‘s eyes open wide and after the two of you are left again you are at the verge of tears.

„oh, (y/l/n) (y/n). how do you want to make up for that?“ you’re now leaning down clinging onto him.

„sunwoo, please!“

„not only will you receive a punishment the whole university will be pissed off. I am an important player in the team.“ no, he was one of the best ones. if he couldn’t play that meant they would probably loose. your head is layed down facewards in the sheets while you rumble incoherent words. sunwoo on the other side has to hide a huge smile that’s growing on his face.

„we could say it was an accident.“ your head peeks up and you watch him with big eyes very interested in his idea.

„yes, I will do everything!“ sunwoo chuckles to himself.

„then be my slave this week.“

oh wasn’t that wonderful. sunwoo would cling onto you the whole week and by now you felt like his personal butler. of course the team lost so the students were in a bad mindset, too. after telling juyeon about the whole story the boy laughed for almost half an hour. he clearly enjoyed the view and gave you a thumbs up everytime you dragged sunwoo through the corridors or over the campus to his next lecture.

on the other hand... no one found out about what really happened. and as crazy as it sounds the boy smelled so good. you practically hugged him three hours a day. he only killed your joyful thoughts when you had to bring him a bottle of water again or only vanished out of his sight for only a minute to talk with a friend leading into him lecturing you.

you also would have found it cute to feed him but the gazes you received from the crowd in the cafeteria brought heat to your cheeks. sunwoo liked seeing you flustered and shy. he literally drank your reactions. he loved your reactions to every ridiculous thing he did or said to you.

the last day he insisted on you bringing him to the garden to have a picnic.

„I don’t feel good being here with you. the last time I got so mad I kicked you.“ he layed on the grass while you fed him with some grapes like he was a king.

„mh, I like being here with you. but, you’re probably going with lee here a lot anyways.“ you pause at his words. juyeon?

„why would I go here with juyeon?“ sunwoo‘s face turns sour.

„he’s your boyfriend after all.“ the boy locks eyes with you after you burst into laughter.

„what?“ sunwoo leans up on his elbows to get closer to you. „you’re dating him, right?“

„no? we’re friends. really good friends. but never would I date lee juyeon!“ you smile at him laughing again at the thought whereas sunwoo groans out annoyed.

„wait.. what is wrong?“ sunwoo had a weird feeling in his stomach after knowing you were still single. all this time he was so jelous and angered about the thought of you being together with someone else...

„nothing.“ sunwoo didn’t feel like it was the right time to tell you about his feelings. he messed up big. all this time of annoying you and being a dick... he liked you. he wanted to show you and fulfill your every wish before he saw you with juyeon.

it wasn’t a good move but he just turned bitter. he wanted you to recognize him. he couldn’t act different than letting out his frustration. it was just how he coped with things. but it was a mistake. with knowing he only managed to push you further away from him. you probably hated him by now. you would never like him, right?

you fulfilled your service. and you missed spending time with sunwoo. again please can there be another good looking guy entering your college? but, still you couldn’t hold yourself back to steal glances at the dark haired boy. and everytime you did sunwoo already had his eyes on you. you couldn’t read him at all. there was no bickering anymore and no winking. he just looked deep in thought.

maybe he was not interested in you anymore. in no ways. not even to annoy you. it mad you sad. and that’s how the next two weeks went by with you slowly feeling more insecure.

it was at the next month‘s game that you decided to actually join it with juyeon and some of your friends. you couldn’t believe your bestfriend that dragged you to the lowest row where sunwoo‘s friends and their chicks were also sitting.

the girl next to you was a very beautiful brunette. she cheered so loud for sunwoo and when said boy turned around to glance into her direction with a confident smile your heart sank again. you stopped counting how often that happen by now though.

with an annoyed look you watched the game. when your team goaled the brunette jumped up kicking her drink onto your lap in the process.

„shit!“ while everyone claps and howls you poke juyeon to show him your shirt.

„oh no.“

„yeah, whatever. I am going to wash this out.“ juyeon‘s eyes widen at your words that are spoken loudly over the cheering crowd.

„no! ehm, (y/n), the game is finished in a few seconds you have to wait!“ you roll your eyes at him.

„god juyeon we’ve already won.“ he tries to hold onto your arm but you’re quick to leave the field and vanish into the building where your locker is located to change into another clothing. it takes you a lot of time but you smile when you receive a text of juyeon to come back to the field because they’re waiting for you there.

it was already dark and you wanted to change at home to get ready for the after party tonight in one of the huge mansions of the fraternity. when you emerge the field everything was already dark and you could only see a silhouette standing in the middle of the field.

„juyeon?“ you look around to see if there’s another person but knowing he would never ditch you in the dark you take confident strides to the person.

„juyeon, you know it’s really creepy after the horror movie we watched yesterday - “

suddenly the light is turned on and you shield your eyes with your hands before the person turns around and gets down on one knee in front of you.

„s-sunwoo?“ you can’t breath. your heart hammers against your chest and you have to cover your shaking lips with your hands to prevent him from seeing your shocked state.

„I actually planned this to turn out different... you know the whole crowd was supposed to be watching.“

„watching w-what?“

he looks to the ground and then into your eyes again. a smile adorns his face and he coughs out to clear his voice.

„(y/l/n) (y/n), I want to tell you that, that... I like you.“ you nearly collapse at his words. was this a dream? was he joking around?

„you’re joking.“

he shakes his head. „I am not. I wanted to do this here on the field so when you’re giving me a corb the whole university would see.“

„that is... sunwoo that doesn’t make any sense?“

„it does. it is my apology to you. for being mean and teasing you endlessly. for taking away your favorite spots. I know you love them so much. I did what I did because of my jelousy. and for being a coward for not telling you about my feelings.“

you think for a few seconds trying to register if this was really happening. your head turns and in the far you can see all your and sunwoo‘s friends. with an unsure gaze your eyes land on juyeon. after the boy‘s stoic expression he sends you an honest smile. and a thumbs up.

you let out a shaky breath and turn to the boy in front of you again.

„this is really... surprising.“

sunwoo sighs taking your hand into his. „it is. so please tell me you’re not feeling the same and I can begin sulking.“

„sunwoo. it doesn’t make any sense because“ you push him up by his hand and look into his dark orbs.

„it’s doesn’t make any sense because I like you, too.“ a sheepish smile escapes the boy.

„ahhh, I wished you would say that.“ you raise one of your eyebrows.

„of course. you’re still a tease. you know, you could just ask me for a date and - “

„do you want to be my girlfriend? I don’t only want a date. I want you.“ you bite your bottom lip at his words. you nod and send him a beautiful smile.

„woah. (y/n), eric‘s right in the end.“

your face turns stoic.

„about what?“ sunwoo smiles at you and circles your waist with his arms. his hand glides up to pushes some strands of your hair out of your face.

„your eyes are sparkling. not only that, you’re really shining. you always have.“ your eyes water at his words because would’ve never imagine the kim sunwoo using them with you.

in the far you can hear shouts of ‚kiss‘ and the loudest are from eric and juyeon. you quickly look to the ground but sunwoo‘s quicker to pull your chin up with his index.

he places the softest kiss on your trembling lips and it is the first time you can fully enjoy the butterflies in your stomach.

why did the two of you needed so much time?

#tbz writing #the boyz writing #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo au #tbz au #tbz fic #tbz collage au #the boyz college au

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meowmerson · 4 years

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i would really love a tomione oneshot that has tom saying "I thought you were supposed to pure?!?!?!?!?!" to idk anybody and tom feeding crookshanks so much he gets fat so hermione gets mad and makes him walk crookshanks lavya

This is so ridiculous i LOVE it

Hermione really had no choice in the matter.

She couldn’t leave Crooks in a vet because she didn’t like the idea of him being in a cage all day. She couldn’t leave him with Harry because Harry would kill Crookshanks (likely on accident, but still) She couldn’t leave him with Ron, because Crookshanks would kill Ron (on purpose, most definitely) Ginny steadfastly refused to look after Crooks ever since ‘the incident’ And…

Well, that was it actually. Hermione didn’t have many friends she was close enough to ask this of.

So it had to be him, unfortunately.

Tom Riddle was a work colleague. They were the two youngest members of the faculty at Hogwarts University, although he has already finished his PhD in Microbiology and she was still finishing her final year of her PhD in Bioinformatics. He kept to himself mostly, but their offices were next to one another, and they had exchanged pleasantries now and then. They had talked about cats a couple times - She knew he had a sphinx named Voldemort, which she thought was a ridiculous name - and she was sort of, a little bit, just a tiny bit familiar enough with him that it made sense to just ask him.

He agreed without an argument, which was somewhat surprising, considering she had heard his occasional rages he had against colleagues in his office. And so she brought Crookshanks in his carrier to her work, handed him over to Tom, and then left.

She would return in two weeks from her travels, and collect Crookshanks to bring him back home.

It would be fine.

—

It was not fine.

Upon her return to the UK, Tom texted her his address so she could pick Crookshanks up straight from his home. It was easier this way, he said, he didn’t think it would be a good idea for a stranger to try and corral Crookshanks into a carrier, it would be better if she came and did it herself, because in his words, it would be ‘better for Crookshanks that way’ She liked that, the fact that he thought about the comfort of her cat.

She knocked on the door of a very nice flat, and Tom promptly opened it.

The first thing she noticed was he wasn’t wearing shoes. It made her feel very uncomfortable, for some reason.

“Take your shoes off at the door,” He ordered, and promptly turned and walked back into the flat. She hurriedly kicked her shoes off and followed, walking down the short hallway that gave way to a large sitting area. Crookshanks was sat on the top of his couch and he was… Uh…

“Why is he like that?” She asked, eying the absolute mass that had become his fur. It was brushed, and shine, and so goofy she could barely see her cat’s face among the absolute monstrosity that was his fur.

“I had him groomed.” Tom intoned, as if that was a totally normal thing to do with someone else’s cat.

“You what?” She managed to tear her eyes away from the monstrosity of fur on the couch to look at Tom to see his own cat jump from the floor into his arms.

“Groomed.” He repeated, didn’t even look in her direction, just stroked the head of his bald cat and opened the fridge to pull out two tins of cat food.

“He—“ She looked at her cat again, lounged contentedly on the leather couch. Could he even see? “He looks ridiculous.”

“No,” Tom disagreed, “He looks groomed.”

“Why did you do that?” She walked over to Crooks, her hand practically disappeared in his fur when she pet him. She went to pick him up, but was thrown off by how heavy he was. “Oh my god—How much have you been feeding him?”

She turned to face Tom, whose cat was perched on his shoulders. He quirked an eyebrow at her as if he thought she was being ridiculous. “As much as he wants.”

“As much as he—are you crazy?” Crookshanks started squirming in her arms when Tom popped the top of the cat food tin. She dropped him and Crookshanks darted over to stand beside Tom. “How much have you fed him today?”

“Twice.” He answered, dishing out the cat food into little bowls.

“Twice?” She realized she was getting shrill, but this was truly ridiculous, “It’s noon!”

“He was hungry.”

“He is always hungry—Look at him!” She gestured emphatically toward her cat, who was rolling on his back and meowing for food, “He’s fat!”

Tom actually had the audacity to roll his eyes. “He’s not fat.”

“He is fat, Tom!” She repeated, “You’ve fattened my cat!”

“He is a perfectly acceptable weight for his breed,” He answered, kneeling down to put a bowl of food in from of Crooks, and another in front of his cat when she jumped down from his shoulders.

“What breed?” Hermione snapped, “He doesn’t have a breed, he’s a stray!”

Tom looked up, looking for the first time like he was listening to what she was saying. “What?”

“He has no breed!” She repeated, “I found him in the rubbish outside my house!”

His brow twisted in confusion, and he looked back to Crooks as he devoured his food. Hs scratched the puffball’s head, “I thought you were pure…” He muttered, speaking to her cat.

“For god’s sake,” Hermione muttered, and marched forward to snatch up her cat. Crookshanks yowled, overdramatic, but otherwise let her hold him in her arms. “Put that away.” She ordered, nodding to the food.

“He’s hungry,” Tom protested.

“He’s overweight!” Hermione screeched “This is ridiculous, your cat isn’t fat, why are you fattening my cat?”

“Your cat,” Tom said slowly, as if she was an idiot, “was hungry. So I fed it.”

“Ugh!” She looked around the room, saw Crooks’s carrier in the corner and stomped toward it. She reached in, and under the fuzzy rug and had left a leash, which Tom obviously had not bothered to use. She marched crookshanks back over to the couch, adjusting her grip when he squirmed to try and run back to his food.

She sat down and got to work keeping him in her lap while she put on his harness.

“What are you doing?” Tom’s voice was much closer than she expected, and she jumped and nearly let go of Crooks in the process. She turned, and Tom was leaning over the back of the couch to eye the harness that was currently being swallowed up by Crookshanks’s fur.

“The real question is,” Hermione said, attaching Crooks’s leash to the back of his harness, “What are you doing? And the answer to that is,” She stood and promptly thrust Crookshanks into Tom’s arm, “You are taking him for a walk.”

“What.”

“I will look after your cat,” She gestured to his cat who was licking her paw after finishing her meal, “And you will take me newly fattened cat,” She gestured to Crookshanks to was rubbing his face against Tom’s. No that was not cute. “On a walk.”

“You walk your cat on a leash.” He deadpanned.

“Only when arseholes make him fat!!” She snapped.

“Obviously not,” He said, “Or you wouldn’t have already owned the leash.”

She thrust a finger in his face, “Fix your mistake, Tom Riddle.”

He stared at her for a long moment, glancing between her eyes and the finger she still held in his face. Crooks sniffed her finger and then dragged the side of his face alongside her hand.

Tom sighed, a sound that sounded like it came from the depths of his very soul, and then set Crookshanks down on the floor. He tugged on the leash, “Come.” He said, and Crooks understood and darted toward the door.

It was only after he left, and she stood a moment feeling very proud of herself, that she realized she was now stuck in the flat of a near stranger while he took her cat on a walk.

Voldemort rubbed up against her leg. “This is mildly uncomfortable,” Hermione said to the cat, then spotted a cat bed with a little sweater in it. “Are you cold?” She asked the cat.

She meowed, and Hermione took that as a yes.

#meow writes #tomione #picture tom coming back from walking crookshanks to find Hermione has fallen asleep on his couch and voldemort (in her little sweater) is c #curled up on her stomach #Anonymous

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delciastudies · 5 years

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[17.10.19] ✧ 8-10/100 days of productivity

These past few days have been absolutely insane, and since I didn’t post since Monday, I’m going to update you on this insanely exhilarating, stressful, and dramatic week.

[15.10.19]

I got to see Overcoats and The Japanese House live!! I went to the concert by myself and it was the most independent and exhilarating thing I think I’ve ever done. I’m so proud of myself and by the end I was scream-singing-crying along to the songs. It was more than amazing.

[16.10.19]

I had an existential crisis and confided in a close friend who lives close to me, and I finally got this sense of community from the people in my life and the people I live close with. I really felt like I was making close friends and that is super special to me because I’m a pretty closed-off person, but I’m also an oversharer and I value people who I can confide in and trust in. Let’s just say.. That lasted a grand total of 12 hours, and it reminded me why I am an oversharer and why I trust too easily.

[17.10.19]

The same person I literally talked to last night, who I literally poured my heart and soul out to (including personal information about relationship things) came to me this morning saying some other people knew these things about me saying “idk how they found out” but she wouldn’t tell me who said it or how she found out-- and just a lot of drama. I walked out of lecture crying and sat in the stupid lawn across from the orientation office crying for like an hour. Maybe because I had a moment of peace where I felt like I had my community- I had people I trusted- and then it takes me only a day to figure out all of that was fake?

Not only that, but it makes me re-evaluate myself-- a lot. It makes me think like: am I a shitty friend? Or just a shitty person? When I KNOW I’m a good person, and I know I’m kind, and I know I keep a pinky promise to the grave and I stick by my word. And I know I’m just letting all of this get to me, but seeing how I confided really personal information in these few people and to realize that I shouldn’t have ever trusted them with it in the first place was just really hurtful and makes me not want to make any new friends at all.

She even had the audacity to ask me if I’d give her a ride to this other event???? --- I can’t even process that that was even on the table. Even after I made it more than obvious she broke my trust and I don’t consider her a friend anymore. Like we could just go to the event and forget all of this happened? I also confronted another person who was in the whole drama and they were like “sorry this is happening b” is if it wasn’t them who was making it happen?? Like you were talking about it?? I feel like I’m in high school and now that I’m almost 22 I don’t even know how to handle these situations anymore. It made me realize that I’m still very human -- that things like this really effect me because maybe I care to much about other people and I care too much about the way other people treat me and maybe my expectations are too high.

Like if people want to know my life and my business, fine-- but today really showed me who my true friends are. I’m hurt and angry and frustrated and upset. I have 3 people in my life who are my rocks and the people I called crying after today, and it’s made me realize maybe they’re the only 3 I need.

I’m proud of myself for confronting people who had hurt me, which isn’t something I normally do out of shyness or out of wanting to “avoid trouble”. I’m proud that I’m trusting myself and standing up for my own feelings, and prioritizing that over “just letting it slip”.

I ended my day having a good phone call with my mom that made me feel much more confident about myself, eating excessive amounts of froyo and buying unnecessary things at target with one of my best friends while she told me I’m a BAD BITCH who doesn’t need people to approve of me, and having a good phone call with someone close to me from abroad. That was what I needed from today.

And lastly, meeting with my advisor and a few other faculty members within the anthropology department today made me feel super unconfident in my future plans and my research. In one regard it made me feel super unprepared and excessively judged- and I think it’s just because I’m in the academic stage of dealing with hard material and working with people who really know what they’re doing, and I really don’t. I think I’m letting it all get to me: I need to start believing in myself more, and realizing that if I wasn’t capable I wouldn’t be where I am today.

Long story short, it’s been a lot. It’s hard handling things like this in college; and especially my senior year???? I honestly I didn’t sign up for any of this. On the bright side, I feel confident about the 3 amazing people I have in my life, I’m happy that I still prioritize self-care, I’m proud of my accomplishments, and I’ll be meeting with a research team tomorrow to look at becoming a research assistant!! I’m now a part of an emotional support group with our campus CARE program, and I am especially looking forward to that. And lastly, I have an interview next week! It can only go up from here-- xxx

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jacksoncenter · 5 years

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Remembering the Election of Howard Lee and the Power of Community Organizing

Many locals will proudly tell newcomers that Chapel Hill, North Carolina, was the first majority-white town in the South to elect a Black mayor. The year was 1969. Though many told him it was too soon after desegregation and the town wasn’t ready, Howard Lee launched a campaign anyway. He used a strategy much like the one Barack Obama used to win the Presidency a few decades later: grassroots community organizing of the most thorough sort.

Lee and his wife had moved to Chapel Hill in 1964; he got a master’s degree at UNC, and then began teaching at Duke and North Carolina Central. Their story tells a lot about the climate at the time. As he told WUNC interviewer Frank Stasio decades later: “I had tried to buy a house in Chapel Hill and no realtor would sell me a house. We finally ended up buying a house by working with a white family, by tricking the realtor.”

I have heard a lot of stories like this one, about black people with audacity and their white accomplices, who chipped away at segregation. There are the stories of the legendary Dean Smith who entered segregated eating establishments with his black players and requested a table. And a couple I know who did the same with their black friends. And the students who demonstrated, sat in front of segregated stores, and engaged in various acts of civil disobedience.

And yet the fact remains: in the mid-1960s, after businesses had officially desegregated, black university professors were denied housing outside of neighborhoods historically designated as “black.” The Lees and their two children received death threats, and the Klan burned a cross on their front lawn. As Lee puts it: “There were some nasty, nasty events in Chapel Hill during the civil rights era.” He twice went to the Town Council asking them to pass an open housing ordinance. City officials refused. Swim clubs, university facilities, golf clubs– all were still segregated in the mid-1960s.

Despite Chapel Hill’s reputation as a liberal haven in the racist South, the Lees probably expected the town wouldn’t live up to the hype. Howard grew up in Georgia, joined the Army and served in Korea where he, like many other black soldiers from the South, “tasted freedom.” As he told Stasio: “When you taste freedom and then you lose it again, that’s a tough pill to swallow. So when I came back from Korea and settled in as a probation officer in Savannah, Georgia, I found myself right back in the oppressive, discriminatory environment where I was paid a hundred dollars less than my white counterparts in the juvenile justice system.”

What defined Lee’s fight for equality was his commitment to not racialize the issue directly, but to work within the system, using his position to advocate and act on behalf of those the system cheated. Another part of the “Lee Way” was to recognize the various forms oppression can take; in his experience, poor and working class white kids in Savannah also suffered disadvantages. Speaking of Savannah, Lee recalled: “We lived next door to whites. We got along well. … But the difference was during that day was white families thought they were better than black families and didn’t accept that they were being treated just as poorly. Today it’s even worse.”

Lee saw the parallels when he moved to Chapel Hill where he recognized the plight of most of the white kids in mostly working class, or as many saw it, “redneck” Carrboro. And yet it was in the black neighborhoods that city street paving, maintenance, sewer and water stopped.

In 1968, when he decided to run for mayor of Chapel Hill, only one-fifth of one percent of public officials in the US was black. Lee opponent was a liberal Democrat. But Lee did not back down; he wanted to make sure desegregation progressed and put it at the top of his agenda.

Lee, I think, was enticed by the challenge and had a vision for how African Americans and other disenfranchised groups could challenge systemic injustices and gain power within the local political system: “We organized Chapel Hill like it had never been organized before by using students from the university and faculty and also bringing students in from around the state using somewhat of a civil rights tactic of getting people to come from the outside to help us on the inside.”

For Lee, his campaign wasn’t about race. It was about fairness and empowerment. And it was about educating African Americans on the power they could wield in a democracy when they were organized and informed. One local activist, Edwin Caldwell, whose family members had been at the forefront of the local civil rights movement, gives a moving and powerful account of the way the Lee campaign worked “on the ground” on election day: “We would say, ‘Look, who are you going to vote for?’ ‘Well you know I’m going to let the Lord.’ I said, ‘No, we ain’t going to let the Lord choose today. You take this piece of paper; this is who you vote for. You let the Lord choose some other day.’ So we pretty much told them who to vote for. We controlled things. They went in there and they came out and people were proud. You talking about South Africa and voting, people were voting in Chapel Hill and they were proud the same way. You could just see their backs straighten up and see how proud they were. I worked the streets until the polls closed; we got every vote that we could find. We almost wrestled some people in that didn’t want to go, but once they went and voted they were proud.”

There is a strong commitment to democracy and justice in this liberal town. It’s just not among those folks who most often take credit for it. Howard Lee’s election is more a story of what it took for Blacks to overcome the many obstacles to equality here than a story of white liberal progressivism. Today--fifty years later--voting rights are under renewed attack, challenged by proposed restrictions and racial gerrymandering. Community members gathered yesterday at Hargraves Center in Northside to discuss what can be done to oppose redistricting plans that would split a district surrounding NC A&T that would effectively split a majority African-American area into two minority constituencies.

Mr. Caldwell’s words remind us of the importance of hard-fought voting rights and of continuing the struggle to uphold them.

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