#ME AND MY BEST FRIEND BLUBBERING TOAD!!!!!

[youthofpandas]

Hong Lu and Sinclair getting the Blubbering Toad E.G.O makes me sooo sad because the toad is inspired by a Korean children's story about why frogs cry in the rain told as a moral lesson about respecting and listening to your parents.

Growing up the little frog disobeys time and time again when his mother tells him to do something, and soon he grows up, still disrespectful and never doing what his mother asks. Eventually she grows old and weak and asks that he buries her body on the riverside - hoping he will disobey as he always has and instead bury her on the mountain. But after his mother passes he finally decides to be a good son and listens to her, so he buried her on the river like she asked, despite his worries about what would happen when it rains. And so he cries and cries every time it rains hoping that it will not wash her grave away.

The two Sinners are both so deeply entangled in family obedience and failing to be a good son or trying desperately to become one. The constant mourning and grief expressed in the Abnormality, crying out and alone, with the right answer being to just sit by it and let it cry it out... Sinclair's dead family and Hong Lu's complicated relationship with his family... It all ties in so well for the two of them

[harpyloon]

“ginny, i always want to sleep with you” // hinny

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley

W.C: 2.5k+

Summary: Harry Potter is always a blubbering mess when it comes to Ginerva Weasley.

Warnings: pure fluff! sprinkles of angsty angst, squint and you’ll find mentions of war/battle and death. everybody lives AU!

A/N: A fic written for the @harryandginuary Ginuary gift challenge. Happy Ginuary @/gins-potter​ 😍😍😍I hope you ENJOY!!!

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Harry didn't think this through.

After defeating the Dark Lord and winning a wizarding war, he assumed he'd never have to think about anything ever again—at least not for a while. But gazing at her small blinking dot for almost half a year on a rotten piece of parchment apparently made him delusional, because at the moment—months after the battle of Hogwarts—sitting in the kitchen at the Burrow, his longing stare almost bore a hole through Ginny Weasley's face.

His Ginny.

Wincing to himself, Harry prodded on the peas in his plate. His subconscious when it came to Ginny was his greatest enemy and his biggest embarrassment. If anyone even came close to guessing what kind of dreams he had when it came to her... well... He breathed away the flush threatening to creep up his neck.

"More peas, Harry dear?"

Mrs. Weasley peered at him from the head of the table, a frown on her freckled face, "You've hardly eaten anything. Don't think I've noticed how skinny you've been getting again. I'd be having a word with Alastor about your Auror training. Ever since he got back he's been more insufferable—"

Snatching the dish of treacle tart in front of him, Harry filled his plate with a slice.

"I'm up for dessert now actually, Mrs. Weasley, thanks."

This seemed to satisfy her well enough. "Well, I whipped that up just for you so eat up."

He felt a nudge on his knee as Ron leaned in to whisper once Mrs. Weasley was out of earshot, "Save me some, will you? She goes barmy when we touch your treacle tart."

Harry smiled and nodded. Meals at the Burrow he was used to but he knew he'd never get tired of. His Auror training held him back a ton of weekends in the past few months, and being home felt splendid. Of course, he was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but Harry hoped Mr. & Mrs. Weasley knew how grateful he was.

Risking a glance across the table once again, Harry saw Ginny serving herself second helpings of mash. Her favorite, Harry thought. He remembered her hating Madame Pudifoodt's Tea Shop for its lack of savory spreads, the one time they attempted a visit during his sixth year. It ended up turning into a laugh as she snorted at all the snogging instead of actually drinking tea.

"So this is your kind of place, huh?" Ginny teased as she sifted through the menu.

Harry blushed, "Er—you don't like it? I kind of reckoned girls like this place..."

He chuckled nervously as she gave him a pointed look.

"Really, Potter?"

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he snatched the menu away from her, already standing.

"Three Broomsticks then?"

He knew he'd buy her all the Butterbeers in the world for the smile he earned.

A foot prodded Harry back to the present.

"What, Ron?" he grumbled.

Ron frowned at him. "What'd you mean 'what'"?

"You just—"

Someone coughed loudly across from them.

Both turning, they saw Ginny heaving over her mash, a fist in her mouth. Fred was rubbing her back soothingly beside her.

Harry blinked. It was her. She kicked him.

"Alright there, Gin?" Fred mused. "I told you to take it easy on the potatoes, you crazy woman."

"Do the Harpies know what kind of stomach they'll be feeding once they sign you in?" said George. "I bet you they'll break a sweat once they find out your appetite."

Ginny threw George a withering look after downing a glass of water. "Don't jinx it, you idiot."

"Have you heard back yet, Gin?" Ron asked over a mouth full of pudding.

"More like they haven't heard from Ginny," chuckled Hermione.

All the Weasley brothers gaped. Even Harry.

"What?" sputtered George, "You're making the Holyhead Harpies wait?"

The youngest Weasley scoffed. "I'm not making anyone wait. I was just standing by for the holidays before I give a reply."

"Well, it's the holidays now."

Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry's gut clenched. The mad part of his brain loved it when she did that.

"I am well aware," she said, "If you all are so eager, does anyone want to take my place then?"

Her brothers merely grumbled while Hermione laughed. It's been the talk of the town for a while now, after Ginny received a letter from the Harpies a few months after the beginning of her seventh year. The whole house went completely ballistic, even Hogwarts as well—or so Harry heard.

It took a month to bury the dead from battle and a whole summer to rebuild Hogwarts from the rubble; the Ministry was still in the process of rehabilitation, and the whole wizarding community was yet to heal, licking the wounds that Voldemort left behind. Ginny's Quidditch scouting was the first good news they'd received in a long time.

He didn't get back together with Ginny after the war, and there was no reunion like he'd always imagined in those long nights without her, in search for the Horcruxes. It wasn't as if they both avoided it, there just wasn't any time—time to talk, time alone, time for anything. Everyone had their hands full following the battle, and when things started to fall back into place, they've simply slipped through each other's fingers; Ginny whisked away by the Hogwarts Express, and Harry to the Ministry to begin his training as an Auror.

He considered moving on, especially on days when he'd think about her roaming the halls of Hogwarts, her fiery red hair blazing after her. She'd find someone, he thought bitterly. If she hasn't already.

But they'd written to each other, sparingly, although they did still. Short snippets of their day, what they ate for breakfast, the new set of professors at school, Mad-Eye's torturous lessons; Harry was the first person outside the castle to find out about her Harpies letter.

He caught her eye from across the table and she raised a brow at him as if to say What, Potter?

Chuckling under his breath, Harry shook his head and tapped the bowl of uneaten mash beside his plate. He saved it for her.

Ginny's gaze landed on it and her face lit up. If Harry didn't know any better, her hair seemed to glow even redder. His imagination loved to exaggerate his visuals when it came to her.

He felt a tiny poke on his toe as if to warn him not to react violently—she gave him a look and he pursed his lips, looking back down at his peas and moving them around once again. Then slowly, an ankle wrapped itself around one of his own and rested there.

Harry exhaled slowly, willing his pulse to calm.

He was not over Ginny Weasley at all. Not one bit.

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Creeping quietly down the steps, Harry tried his best to avoid the noisy floorboards (that he still didn't memorize to save his life). His two best friends didn't mention anything, but he knew they wanted some alone time. And he certainly didn't want to be around once the candles dimmed and Ron and Hermione started making eyes at each other.

He was almost at the first landing when the door to his left creaked open.

"Hermione?"

"Sorry. It’s me."

Ginny opened the door wider, gazing up at Harry, her face bemused. She was dressed for bed. "They kicked you out already?"

Laughing quietly, he said, “You know they’d never. I volunteered.”

She smiled knowingly. “Of course you did. Well, come on in then.”

Harry stared at her retreating form, clearly confused.

In? In where? In her room? Just the two of them?

Ginny disappeared inside but the door remained open.

Should he knock and ask her what she meant? Should he just go inside? It's not like he hasn't before.

Suddenly, the most recent memory of Ginny's room flashed through his consciousness—his 17th birthday.

"Something to remember me by."

Harry's ears grew hot. He refused to let that specific recollection surface when he wasn't alone, or in the confines of his own quarters. It made his brain go fuzzy.

"Harry?" he heard Ginny's faint voice from inside, then footsteps. She appeared by the door once again. When she saw his face, her brows furrowed. "What happened?"

Harry attempted to clear his throat without sounding like a retching toad. "Er—I'm—" he was sure his face was now as red as her hair, "I was going to take the couch actually," he managed weakly.

"The couch," Ginny said flatly.

He swallowed. "Y-yeah. Downstairs."

The silence was deafening and it stretched on for minutes. Or at least that's what it felt like in Harry's rowdy head. He needed to meditate. Merlin. He was losing it.

Finally, she said, "Okay. Goodnight then."

She gave him a strained smile then quietly shut the door before he could reply.

Harry stood there, mouth hanging open slightly.

Ginny Weasley just invited him inside her bedroom and he refused. He refused. Of all the things in the world that made him a blubbering idiot, it was his best friend's little sister. He always seemed to be dumbfounded whenever she was in the vicinity of his space.

"Idiot," he muttered to himself as he descended the stairs, no longer bothering to mask his footsteps. "Idiot, idiot, idiot."

Harry sulked his way to the living room, his mood most definitely dismal. Girls were a nightmare. He had no idea how their brains ever worked and every time he felt like he finally had a grasp at a situation, he was suddenly ten steps back.

He waved his wand mindlessly over the Weasley's tweed couch and leaned by the fireplace as he watched it transform into a small sofa bed.

Would he wake anyone if he flooed Sirius at this hour? He knew his godfather would still be up at Grimmauld Place, and would doubtlessly jinx him between the eyes if he found out what Harry had just done.

"You're just like James," he heard Sirius' voice say in his head. He never seemed to let this fact go, even when he knew that Harry was well aware of how he was a spitting image of his father. Sirius especially loved to point this out when it came to matters about Ginny.

"Dad actually ended up with Mum didn't he, Sirius," Harry growled under his breath as he settled on his makeshift bed, patting his pillow down with more force than necessary. He was in the mood for a petty fight and he wished his godfather was around for one.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps thumping down the stairs. Harry jostled into a sleeping position at once and took off his glasses, planting himself still in the awful case that Mrs. Weasley found him huddled on their living room couch. She wouldn't have the heart to wake him would she? He didn't want her causing a scene with Ron and Hermione. Harry tried as best as he could to look as wasted as possible, even attempting at a snore.

The footsteps came nearer, and he felt them stop by the door of the living room. He tried to even his breathing.

"Really?"

His eyes shot open.

Sitting up suddenly, he found Ginny standing by the doorway, her arms crossed. Only the dim moonlight illuminated the room, and Harry had to squint before he remembered he took off his glasses. His hands fumbled as he perched them back on, his eyes meeting Ginny's vexed gaze.

"Ginny," he said lamely.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What?"

Her hair glowed in the dark space, like a warm halo around her head.

"You heard me."

Harry's pulse seemed to be skyrocketing. "Seeing someone? I don— no. No. I'm not seeing anybody at all."

Ginny looked skeptical. "Right."

Almost tripping over his own slippers, Harry barely managed to scramble to his feet in front of the only girl who plagued his dreams. He wanted to embrace her. Could he do that? Was he allowed to, still?

"Ginerva," he was breathless. "You have no idea..." Harry tried to calm his racing heart. Just get the words out, idiot. "You have no idea how much I think about you."

Her eyes gave nothing away as she looked up at him, and only her crossed arms kept the space between them. Harry saw tendrils of her hair stir as he exhaled. He wanted to kiss her.

When she said nothing, he lifted his hand experimentally, waiting for her to flinch or back away. Not sensing rejection yet, Harry trailed his fingers through the wisps of hair by her ear. He could smell her. He held himself from inhaling too deeply.

"Different shampoo?" he murmured.

Ginny sniffed, "Mum tried a different witch brand."

"Hmmm. Jasmine was my favorite."

She rolled her eyes. "I know."

Harry threaded his fingers through her hair, brushing her scalp now, and Ginny leaned into his touch.

He smiled. "But I like this one too."

"We should just share shampoos."

"Good idea."

They were silent for a moment. Just listening to each other breathing while Harry combed his fingers through Ginny's soft hair. The ends were still damp, he noticed.

"I missed you," she said suddenly, quietly. Her eyes were roaming all over his face as if gauging his reaction.

"I missed you too."

"But you don't want to sleep with me."

Harry's cheeks turned pink in the dark as he breathed out a laughed. "Ginny, I always want to sleep with you."

"I meant sleep sleep, you perv!" she pinched his stomach.

Trying to stifle his chuckle so as not to wake the rest of the house, he drew her in, finally bracketing her in his arms. "Ah, well, I mean that too, I guess."

Ginny huffed but melted with his touch. "I will have you know that I've turned down suitors for you, Harry Potter. So if you won't stake your claim, then I'd better take one of them up on their offers."

Harry's gaze narrowed. "Will you, now?"

"Watch me. Apparently, I'm quite popular with the Hufflepuffs—"

He leaned in lightning-quick, aiming for her luscious mouth. She expected it because her eyes closed in instinct, waiting for him to seal the connection. But Harry hovered. He felt the feathered touch of her lips on his but he stayed there, eyes open—trailing over her closed lids, the bridge of her nose, and the aggressive spread of freckles over the expanse of her cheeks.

"May I kiss you?" he asked against her lips.

Ginny's eyes blinked open but she didn't pull away. "Since when have you started asking?"

Harry was glad they were so close that she wouldn't be able to see his neck flush. "Since I let you go once."

This time, she did pull away, but only a tiny fraction. Just enough for him to witness her wrinkle her nose. "So saving the world has made you a complete sap."

She was teasing.

He shrugged, but grinned sheepishly nonetheless, "For you, yeah. I always have been though, haven't I?"

Twirling her arms around his neck and brushing her fingers through his unruly hair, Ginny pressed herself against Harry fully, her face shining with emotion.

"Then snog the living daylights out of me, Harry Potter."

[suchdan-veryphil]

Two Worlds Collide - Dan Howell Imagine Part 10

Word Count: 1,575

Trigger Warnings: Sappy stuff, Daniel goes to Scotland, mention of miscarriage, swearing

A/N: Guys. I love this story and I couldn’t wait to write it up. So, I’m aiming to have a chapter a week up and always on the weekends because I have nothing else to do. Who does homework these days? I feel like this is kind of a filler chapter but it was needed. Philly is such a good guy. Also, would you guys want a chapter on how Y/N and Dan met? Let me know in my inbox!

Part 9 

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I stood at the gate holding Dan as tight as I could for as long as I could. I didn’t want to let the man go. I knew he would be back and we would FaceTime for hours while he was away, but I didn’t want to let him go on the plane. 

“I have to go...” he told me, not letting me go even a little bit.

“I know.” I didn’t loosen my grip at all as I started to feel the tears roll down my cheeks. 

Dan let go a little but just enough to look at me and wipe my cheeks dry. “Hey, I love you. I love you so much. I’m doing this for us and our little bean.” he dropped his hands to the 24-week pregnant belly that our unnamed daughter continued to grow in. Dan kneeled and rested his forehead right by my belly button before he kissed it softly, then gave a small Eskimo kiss. He whispered something that I couldn’t hear, but I didn’t mind. Dan deserved to have his moment with her. He took a second but he stood up and looked at me sadly. 

“I’ll call you when I land and then before bed. I love you so much, Y/N.” He took me in his arms again and kissed me softly and slowly. 

I made sure to put what I was feeling in the kiss because if I spoke, I would probably start blubbering like a baby. 

“This is the final boarding call for passengers for flight 327A to Scotland. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for passengers on flight 327A. Thank you.” The woman over the speaker announced. Dan and I separated and I forced a small smile. 

“I love you. Call me.” I demanded and raised an eyebrow at him, knowing he would probably forget. 

“I will. I love you guys. Do your best not to have that baby until I get back.” He laughed half-heartedly and pecked my lips one more time before grabbing his suitcase, carry on and backpack then walking through the gates. I rested my hands on my bump as I watched him disappear slowly into the gates. I walked to the rows of seats where Phil sat. Dan had said goodbye to his dear friend first and Phil was kind enough to let us have our emotional parting alone. 

When he saw me, he stood and immediately opened his arms to me. I didn’t waste a moment in accepting the hug. “I miss him already, Phil.” 

“I know, bug. Me, too. Wanna watch his plane take off?” Phil asked and rubbed my back. I just nodded and wiped my eyes again in hopes to prevent any more stupid tears from escaping. Phil and I walked to the glass wall of the airport and stared at Dan’s plane. I couldn’t place where he was sat, but I pretended that he was sat in the second row by the window so that I could focus on one spot. It was only minutes, but it felt like hours. It wasn’t long before the plane started to drift away and the wheels went up along with the nose and body of the vehicle. 

My body let out a sigh and I looked up at Phil. “Can I sleep over yours tonight? I don’t trust myself not to lay in bed all day and mope.” I admitted. Phil nodded his head. 

“Of course. You’re welcome over whenever you’d like. I think you should move in, but I know you like your place.” 

I just nodded and bit the inside of my cheek. These next 10 weeks were going to kill me.

-- 3 Weeks Later -- 

I cried a lot over the last 21 days. I never let Dan know, though. I didn’t want him to worry about anything over in London. He had a job to do. He didn’t talk too much about the project, but he told me all about his coworkers and the students he got to meet. Daniel was thriving. He would always thrive, with or without me. I was okay with that because that’s what attracted me to him in the first place. I remember the night so clearly. Well, as clearly a slightly intoxicated person could remember. Dan radiated charm and he had this laugh that just made me need to talk to him. Here we were almost 2 years later, 2 pregnancies later, expecting a baby girl in just a matter of weeks.

As the thoughts flooded my brain, I heard the knock on my door. 

“Y/N, I made breakfast! It didn’t come out as pretty as I wanted it but I think you’ll appreciate it.” Phil said as he cracked open the door without looking in. 

“Thank you, Phil. Of course, I’ll appreciate it. I’ll be out in a second.” I announced as I rubbed my eyes. I looked at Dan’s alarm clock and sighed. 11 am. I could feel it. Without Dan, I was just falling back into a lost feeling. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but Phil always made sure that I never stayed in bed too late. He was such a good egg and I couldn’t be more grateful to have such a great friend in our life. 

I slid out of bed and said good morning to my baby girl before I walked into the bathroom, did my do, cleaned up and walked into the kitchen to some light chatter. I could hear Dan’s voice and I could feel my stomach flutter. 

“Good morning, Phil.” My eyes were brought to the french toast that Phil made. He was right, it was not pretty. The egg had fried on the sides of the bread, and it wasn’t evenly colored but it smelled amazing and I couldn’t wait to eat at least 4 slices. The voice of my favorite man in the world brought me to face the Mac. I was met with Dan’s face on the laptop. “Good morning, Daniel.” My lips curled upward.

Dan smiled widely as I sat beside Phil and took a few slices of french toast. “Good morning, love. It’s almost afternoon, though. Are you okay?” 

I spread some butter on the stack then drowned it in maple syrup as I thought about how to answer him. 

“I’m doing my best.” 

“Are you actually? Because I noticed you don’t text me until around ten each morning. You sleep when you’re depressed.” He pointed out, tilting his head to the side. 

He was right. He was always right.

I didn’t look at the screen, but I shrugged. “I’m doing my best.” 

Dan didn’t say anything for a second, then he continued. “Alright, well. I’ll call you later and we can talk about some other stuff. But! I have next weekend free because the students are taking a few days off and so it only makes sense for me to also take time off. I’m thinking about going to the beach. I’ll be sure to send you guys lots of photos and videos!” He sounded like he wanted to sound excited, but just couldn’t get there. Something was holding him back. It was me and I knew it was. If I were coping with this better, he would be able to have a better time on his trip. I felt like shit. 

“Alright. Well, Y/N and I have plans today so we have to go, Dan. We’ll call you later!” Phil announced before we said goodbye and he hung up. 

“We have plans today?” I asked and ate the french toast. Despite it being a little ugly, it tasted like something Gordon Ramsay would appreciate.

“No, but I could tell you felt a little bad. It’s nothing a little Mario Kart couldn’t fix. Bring the ugly toast and I can kick your ass.” He said sweetly as he picked up his cup of coffee and walked into the living room. I smiled a bit and just picked up my plate to follow him. 

We sat down and he set up the Wii before he passed me the wheel. “I hear you crying before bed,” Phil stated softly. “I just want you to know that I’m here if you need to cry to someone. I also want you to know that he misses you just as much as you miss him. Don’t beat yourself up for anything that you think you could have done differently.” 

I paused and looked at the remote for half a minute. “Um...” I paused and bit my lip. “Thank you, Phil.” I smiled a little as I looked to him. 

“Of course. I know I’m kind of awkward sometimes, but I care about you and the bean. You’re under a lot of pressure and stress. You’ll make yourself and the baby sick if you keep it up.” He forewarned me before selecting the game and the intro screamed at us. 

“You’re a good friend, Phil. Thank you.” I stopped and chose King Boo as my character before I looked over at him. “But I will not hesitate to kick your ass in the game. There’s no such thing as friendship in Mario Kart.” 

Phil just rolled his eyes and chuckled before picking Toad and starting the first race up.