i tried to do something cute and nice but well

Popular But Nice

Requests: “Hello! I’m seriously in love with your blog, your writing skills are awesome! If this isn’t too much trouble for you, could you please make a Richie x reader where the reader always stands up for him and the rest of the loser’s club everytime Henry tries to bully them?”


“Heeeey🌸 Can you please do something cute with Richie Tozier I love you blog, btw❤️❤️❤️“

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: Slight bullying

To say that you were well known in Derry High School was an understatement. You were the popular girl guys wanted you and girls wanted to be you. It felt pretty nice to be known and praised. The change was better than what you experienced in middle school, you were bullied because of your looks. It was horrible.  

So over the summer after you had graduated 8th grade your body changed and developed. When you got to high school almost everyone didn’t recognize you. They were all shocked to see what the wonders of puberty had done to you. Now it was summer once again but Freshman year had ended. 

When the final bell rung you walked out of class with your friends excited for the summer to start. That included, parties, pool parties, bonfires and many other great things. You just wanted to have fun, relax and not have to worry about school.

You and your friends parted ways as you walked out of the school. You smiled at yourself looking forward to any new changes. But your smiled disappeared when you saw Henry Bowers and his stupid gang bullying “The Losers’ Club” as they called themselves. The group consisted of Bill, Stan, Eddie and Richie.

Although you were popular you remembered when you were bullied. The popular kids would only laugh and smile, not making a single effort to help you. You made a promise that if you were ever popular and you saw someone getting picked on, you would stand up for them.

“Are you kidding? Henry cut that shit out.” You said as you walked over to him, his group and The Losers’ Club.

“Y-Y/N this isn’t what it looks like.” Henry tried to explain as he backed up almost tripping over his feet.

“Yeah it better not be. Now get the hell out of here and leave these kids alone for fuck sake.” You gritted.

“Yes Y/N okay.” Henry nodded and signaled his gang.

They all walked into Henry’s car and drove away faster than lighting.  

“I’m sorry about that Henry Bowers is a huge dick.” You apologized as you helped up Bill, Stan, then Eddie.

“I-It’s okay Y/N y-you d-don’t need t-to apologize.” Bill murmured.

“Yeah it’s not your fault.” Stan continued.

“It was Henry not you.” Eddie said. 

“Wow you’re beautiful and a Henry Bowers demon whisperer my dream girl.” Richie smirked as you helped him up.

Stan smacked the back of his head. “Ow.” Richie complained as he rubbed his head. You chuckled at the boys.

“It’s one of the many perks of being the popular girl.” You smiled.

“Right, why are you talking to us?” Eddie asked.

“D-Don’t be r-rude E-Eddie.” Bill whispered.

“No no he’s right Bill. I’m talking to you all because I was once bullied as well. I had my own Bowers’ Gang back in middle school. So I made a vow that if I ever became popular I would stand up for people getting bullied since I would’ve wanted them to do the same for me.” You explained.

“You were bullied? But you’re so gorgeous.” Richie said the last part quietly.

“Why thank you Richie. You know it is summer so how about we hang out sometime?” You asked. Your words were like heaven to Richie’s ears.

“Y-Yeah that w-would be a-amazing.” The boys giggled as Richie mentally cursed. He was starting to sound like Bill.

“Sounds great. Call me.” You smiled as you wrote your phone down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. 

You walked away leaving Richie in shock and in awe along with the rest of his friends.

“Get it Rich!”

“What a ladies man.”

“The lady whisperer.”

“Oh shut up guys believe it or not your boys’ got a date.” Richie smirked. He was practically jumping and screaming on the inside like a little girl. 

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Xoxo, Admin A~

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“Do you need something to… you know… lift your mood or something…” *Always knows how to do it xD*


*Maybe asking you what was wrong was a big mistake* “Ehh.. I’ll just… go hide in the closet….”


*Well… I mean.. he doesn’t help much either* “Kekekeke she’s so cute.. kekekeke”


*He’ll be too deep into his sleep to notice* “baobei… hmmm.. zzzzz.. bao….zzz bei…”


*Tries to make your breakfast to lift your mood but fails miserably* “She’s going to get angry… this is spicy.. I’ll have to eat it all.. no”


*Nothing that a nice coffee and delicious breakfast can’t fix* “JAGI! Coffee is ready! I made your favorite one!”


*Probably being dorky in the morning wasn’t his finest decision* “Yes jagi… I deserve punishment.. I’m sorry… please don’t spank me that hard” *Do you even learn xD*


“Please have mercy on me! I sweat it wasn’t me!! It was Baekhyun the one singing last night… I swear!!”


*Won’t move from the bed until you give him a smile* “Sorry jagi… you are not leaving my arms until I see the smile I adore”


“Do you… need five minutes? It’s okay.. I’ll take a shower.. and make breakfast.. you can rest for a few more minutes” *Goals*


*Really confused* “Wait.. are you angry? Did I do something wrong? But.. last night you were okay… don’t tell me I was rude in your dreams! I gotta talk with dream Lay!”


“Girls are so confusing… I don’t even know what I did wrong.. she said it wasn’t me but… I bet it was… I need some advice… I better call mom”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

I Get You (Chapter 1)

 Jonathan Byers x Reader sheeeeet/garbage

Title : I Get You

(Chapter 1/3)

Chapter 2 : https://traaashhh.tumblr.com/post/164732786980/i-get-you-chapter-2

Summary :  Jonathan Byers notices you doodling in class and starts talking to you… then things escalate from there… (bad summary ik)

Note : ik that this fic will not apply to everyone bc the reader is in a band and is multitalented but whateva mannnnn (a little cancerous ik)

(btw this was posted on archive of our own : http://archiveofourown.org/works/11827755/chapters/26692284 so yeee)

Words :  1,563

Warning : bad writing srry mang lol

gif not mine | cred to owner

You’re sitting in another boring class doodling on your notebook of simple little things you draw now and again while your teacher is lecturing the class about something. You’re wishing time would go faster so you can finally go home. The guy who you sit next to, Jonathan, takes a notice of your little doodles and decides to talk to you and compliment your ‘artwork’.

“H-hey, that’s really good.” He says in a low voice.

“Oh, thanks. It’s not my best work but I guess it’s good enough.” you respond with a smile.

You and Jonathan are more acquaintances than classmates (and obviously know each other’s name) but never really talked to each other (until now), but you do occasionally smile at him once in while just to be friendly and he always smiles back (but you don’t know how much that makes his day). Recently you’ve been finding him kind of cute. You don’t know why but there’s something about him that you like and you’re starting to hope he feels the same way. (you do catch him staring at you at times so that gives you a little bit of hope).

“Well, it’s way better than if I tried to draw something.” Jonathan says with a small laugh.

“Dude at least your photography is bomb compared to mine.” you say. Even though you’re into photography as well and have taken some pretty nice shots it’s nothing compared to Jonathan’s work.

“You’re just saying that.” Jonathan says back while looking down with a soft smile.

“Nah man I’m being serious, you’re real good.” You assure him.

Jonathan looks back up to you and smiles once again.

By this time the bell rings for lunch so you both gather up your things. Without any thought, you turn to Jonathan and say “Hey so you want to hang out for lunch?”

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  • Remus Lupin is a history teacher with too many jumpers and probably unhealthy obsession over his cat. He lives in a little bubble of quietness and calmness and, most of the time, he loves it. Besides work and rare meetings with Lily and Alice he barely goes out, spending his evenings with books and Starfall (who is a big and puffy black cat). Remus’s 28th birthday is in a week, but he doesn’t expect much of it. Of course, he’s wrong. 
  • Three days before his birthday Remus sleeps in as usual, goes to work as usual, visits a bookstore as usual and helps a possibly crazy guy hide behind the shelves in that bookstore, which is rather unusual. 
  • He is just browsing through a few poetry books, trying to choose one, when he hears arguing voices downstairs. One of the voices sounds like Marlene’s, an owner of the store. After five minutes of a hushed, angry conversation Remus sees a body quickly climbing up the stairs. He witnessed a lot of weird things in that bookstore, mostly because Marlene herself is weird as hell, so he’s not really surprised. He is kinda surprised when the body throws itself onto him, whispering something. 
  • “Hide me! Oh, come on, hide me real quick!” it turns out to be. And the body turns out to be a man Remus distantly recognises, Marlene must have introduced them to each other. What was his name again? Something with stars. 
  • “What?” he finally manages to answer, watching as the man already tries to fit into the small gap between a row of shelves and a wall. “Okay, what are you doing?” 
  • The man just raises his eyebrows as if Remus is the one being ridiculous right now. 
  • “Hiding,” he says and puts a book over his head. Honestly, he looks like a crazy dwarf, yet Remus can’t help but think he’s cute. I-do-weird-shit-for-a-living-but-it’s-okay-because-I-have-a-nice-smile cute. 
  • “Well, I don’t think you’re doing great. I still can see you.” 
  • “Exactly!” the man smiles with somehow maniacal passion. “So, you’re going to stand right in front of me, like a body shield. Yes, perfect.” 
  • “Okaaay,” Remus hums, resigning himself to the madness. He doesn’t move though and the guy taps his foot against the floor impatiently. This is when Remus hears footsteps on the stairs again. He doesn’t get to choose what to do because the next moment he is literally being dragged in front of the crazy stranger. 
  • Marlene calmly appears upstairs with her arms crossed over her chest and gives the room a terrifying glare. Remus starts understanding why the man wanted to hide. He suddenly wants to hide somewhere himself. 
  • “Where is he?” she asks and Remus immediately moves to the side, revealing the hiding one. In his defence, Marlene looks murderous.
  • “Traitor!” the man whispers angrily. Remus shrugs. 
  • “Sirius,” Marlene rolls her eyes and goes back downstairs. Remus can feel that Sirius should follow her if he wants to live. But Sirius must be immortal because he stays where he is, moving only to put the book from his head on the shelf. 
  • He smiles and tries to playfully lean on the wall. It looks more awkward than attractive because he is indeed trapped between the wall and the bookshelves. Remus laughs softly. 
  • “I kinda remember you. Remus, is it?” Sirius says anyway. 
  • “Yes,” Remus answers, blushing now. He really didn’t think Sirius wouldn’t forget their short meeting. “And you must be Sirius?” 
  • That’s a stupid question and Remus regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth, but Sirius just grins. 
  • “I am. So, what were you doing here today?” 
  • “It’s a bookstore,” Remus deadpans. 
  • “I see,” Sirius is still grinning and at this point Remus can’t decide if it’s a good sign or not. “What do you usually do in a bookstore?” 
  • “Buy books?” 
  • Remus hates that his words don’t sound half as confidently as they are supposed to. 
  • “Boring. What do you usually do when you’re not in a bookstore?” Sirius asks, tilting his head to the side and bumping into the wall. Remus snorts, both at his face and at the most ridiculous question in his life. 
  • “What do you mean?” 
  • “Never mind, I have a new question. It’s a good one. What do you usually do on Fridays?” 
  • “Work.” 
  • “And after work?” 
  • “Work some more.” 
  • “Yikes. But when you finally stop working?” 
  • “I don’t know, nothing,” Remus shrugs. 
  • “Great. I mean, not great, but great for me. Forget, that doesn’t sound right either. You’re free this Friday then?” he waits until Remus nods and continues. “Do you want to go out this Friday? I mean, with me.“ 
  • Remus stares. Blinks. Then stares some more. He can’t remember the last time someone asked him out (possibly because he can’t remember the last time he talked to someone who could be interested in him either). Finally, when Sirius starts looking nervous, Remus starts nodding frantically. 
  • “Yes! I mean… yeah. Yes.” 
  • Sirius opens his mouth, but before he can say anything there’s shouting again. 
  • “Black! If you don’t come here right now, I swear..” 
  • “I think you better go,” Remus chuckles. 
  • “Maybe,” Sirius grins cheekily and slowly starts making his way to the stairs. 
  • “By the way, what were you fighting about?” Remus answers before he can disappear. 
  • “Balloons,” Sirius says as if it explains everything and his smile is so radiant Remus believes that it does. 
  • Sirius gives him a small wave. “See you then. I think Marlene may have your number. Can I ask her to give it to me?” 
  • “Yes. Yes, you can. See you, Sirius.” 
  • Remus brings zero books home, but he’s still unapologetically excited. He remembers that Friday is his birthday and it might turn out to be the best one he’s had in years. 
  • It is. 
  • “I can’t believe you took me to an amusement park.” 
  • “Shhhh.”
“Well now, that’s too tragic isn’t?” - Verkwan humor/fluff

Originally posted by dreamermay

(they are so cute i can’t. my heart)

It wasn’t everyday when Seungkwan felt like cooking or baking something, but on this particular day he felt like doing something nice to his members. When they weren’t pracitcing or recording he tried to find something easy yet delicious to bake, something that was enough for all of them. He didn’t want to order it, but make it with his two hands. He even asked some of the members’ opinions on what he should do.

But as he stood in the kitchen with all the ingredients out, he noticed that something was missing - he got everything out though? He sighed, maybe there’s more baking soda in one of the many cabinets of the kitchen, or he’ll just ask one of them to hurry and get more. But there were none. He sighed when Vernon stepped into the kitchen, curiously looking at the other male but not saying a word. He sat down beside the counter where everything was placed on. Since he know the others had expectations, so did Vernon, he didn’t want to disappoint anyone and get teased by Vernon for forgetting something as important as baking soda. Maybe the muffins would work out without it?

Vernon knew very well where were the baking soda packs. It was him who stole them not long ago, when he came for water. He appreciated Seungkwan’s idea, but it was a chance to prank him and he won’t give it up. They were in his jeans’ backpocket, but he didn’t notice that as he sat down the packaging peeked out from it - so Seungkwan could easily notice it.

A pout was playing on Seungkwan’s lips, he was thinking about what could replace the baking soda - maybe salt? It looks a bit like baking soda… He left the batter to search in the fridge, maybe he put it there when he got the milk and chocolate out. Nothing. He shut the door of the fridge, and he noticed something familiar in Vernon’s pocket.

- Don’t you want to tell me something, Hansol? - he looked at him suspiciously.

- Me? Not really. - a nonchalant smile was playing on his lips.

- Haven’t you seen a couple packs of baking soda? They should be around here.

- Wait, so you forgot the baking soda? What did you think - the muffins would grow without it? - Hansol giggled.

Seungkwan was already worried and stressed enough without the younger’s teasing, he took two long strides before he was behind Vernon, reaching for his backpocket. But the boy knew well what Seungkwan wanted, so he got up quickly, walking backwards. His back hit the cabinet behind him. Seungkwan followed him fast enough to slide his hand behind Vernon, but the force Vernon pressed himself against the cabinet was painful enough for him to cry out.

And maybe it wasn’t the best time for Dino to get a bottle of water with some snacks.

- Give them back now, I need it! - whined Seungkwan, still trying to pull out his hand.

Dino just stood there for a while, shaking his head while jiggling at his hyungs’ antics before grabbing what he wanted and leaving. 

- This way I’ll never finish the muffins!

-Well now, that’s too tragic isn’t it? - a heartfelt laugh left his lips, but he wasn’t ready for Seungkwan to pull his hand away all of a sudden and his body slipped down. He fell to his butt, the baking soda falling out of his pocket. Seungkwan grabbed them and went straight to the bowl, not even giving a glance to Vernon, who now was pouting on the floor.

- You won’t even help me up, hyung?

Vernon knew that Seungkwan was sulking, but he found it cute - as his lips pouted, eyebrows knitting together and a serious expression took over his features. He got up, slowly walked to Seungkwan who was trying hard to ignore the other male, but failed when he backhugged him, resting his chin on top of his shoulder. He blushed and almost dropped the spoon he was holding, but let him do it as he tried to finish what he started.


  • *at a weapons shop*
  • Neji: How about this one?
  • Tenten: Have it.
  • Neji: This one?
  • Tenten: Have it. You know, you normally don't bring the person your shopping for with you.
  • Neji: I don't want to get you a weapon you already have, plus who can even keep track of all the weapons you have?!
  • Tenten: I can.
  • Neji: Shut up. This one?
  • Tenten: *gasp* Oh my God!
  • Neji: *perks up* You don't have this one?!
  • Tenten: No I do I just wanted to screw with you.
  • Neji: ....
  • *later that night*
  • Tenten: Well that was a nice dinner! I guess we should call it a night!
  • Neji: Wait, I got you something.
  • Tenten: Did you find a weapon that I don't have?
  • Neji: *hands Tenten a scroll* Why don't you find out.
  • Tenten: *opens the scroll revealing a small box* A ring...Neji what are you...?
  • Neji: *down on one knee* Do you have this one yet?

anonymous asked:

(I know they haven't interacted much, but how about Zoltoy and Remix?) 💬 -hopesofgold

Mhairi: *smiles* Zoltoy is a sweetie! He’s so cute and fluffy, I just want to hug him! Remix is a fun simian, and she has good taste in music. Though some of it can be a little loud. *winces*

Echo: …Zoltoy appears to be a gentle soul. So full of life and kind as well. Though I sense something…Dark deep within…A memory a tall man that he tries hard to repress…Remix seems nice, though I do not understand the music that she listens to.


Echo (2/2)

Title: Echo
Rating: T (For mental illness, mentions of abuse)
Characters: Huamn!Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Summary:Human AU— John Smith is a hurt man with a bad past and very little hope for the future. But Rose Tyler isn’t about to be scared away by his demons.
Notes: As mentioned in the rating, this story does get into mental illness — specifically depression, anxiety, and dissociative identity disorder (multiple personality disorder). The mentions of abuse will come later. But if any of that makes you uncomfortable, this might not be the story for you.
I also recommend you listen to Echo by Jason Walker (which I obviously borrowed the title from) because A) it’s an excellent song and B) I think it fits John.
*****WARNINGS: Mental disorders, anxiety, depression, mentions of child abuse, cancer*****


John bolted up with a sharp gasp, chest heaving as he tried to gather his breath. His face and sheets were soaked with sweat, twisted around his body.

Not a good way to start the morning he was starting his new job.

He picked up his phone to check the time, and smiled a bit when he saw a text waiting for him from Rose. Good luck today. Text if you need anything.

She had been so understanding about all of this. He hadn’t switched again since they’d talked, something he was extremely grateful for, but it had been a stressful few weeks and even without switching it was still obvious he wasn’t in the best place.

He dragged himself out of bed, running a hand through his hair as he stumbled to the shower to get ready.

He needed to look good today.

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anonymous asked:

I noticed that like all of Suga's requests are NSFW, and well, can we just have something really cute and fluffy with Suga? IDK what, but it'd be nice to have something innocent and sweet with him. Head cannons are good. Your blog is bae lots of love kisses :D

I tried something a little different with this one since I sort of got free reign. I saw a few other blogs doing letters, especially with Valentine’s Day. And I thought I’d give it a shot. So, here goes! (Also, I did go with my signature pet name with him, which is female-oriented, I’m sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted!)

My beautiful girl,

Putting a pen to paper and attempting to describe exactly what it is you are to me is like trying to summarize the constellations. My love for you is as vast as the night sky, outstretched and endless, daunting and yet somehow so comforting. Such unknown depths aren’t so frightening when I know that it is all because of you.

Perhaps I cannot truly put to words how much I love you. But I will try. For you, I will try. Because with you by my side, I can do anything.

My beautiful girl, I have loved you from the moment I met you, from the second you stepped into my life. I cannot help but thank Daichi every day for introducing us that fateful winter evening. Your face was pink from the cold, your fingers trembling, hair matted down under your hat from a day spent frolicking in the snow.

You were absolutely perfect.

I also have to give a profound thanks to Tanaka for putting your life in danger on the ice rink, if only so that I could save the day by literally sweeping you off your feet.

Because, my beautiful girl, every day with you, I feel as though I’m being swept off my feet as well. The ebbing tide takes me away. I have lost control of myself. All I know is how much I love you. I am a man broken, a man in love.

You are like coming up for air after being trapped underwater for so long. The burning in my lungs, the sweet relief—you give me life. Every morning, when I wake up with you nestled beside me, I feel like I can take on the world. Like you have breathed the air back into me. Like I am invincible. All because of you.

But not only that, we are also invincible together. We have fought and conquered countless hardships—semesters spent apart at separate colleges, your job taking you overseas, my parents not consenting to our engagement. And yet here we are. Stronger together than we ever were apart. Invincible.

You have chosen to take me as your husband, with all my imperfections and shortcomings. I’ll never be able to fathom how I could get so lucky. And I can only hope—no, pray—that you will continue to love me and give me your strength.

Because with you by my side, beautiful girl, I can do anything.

Yours forever,
Sugawara Koushi

anonymous asked:

May I request a cap imagine where he and the reader are close friends but he loves her and he always tells her in French but she doesn't understand until one day he finally does thank you

Originally posted by isthatyourgrandadscoat

The gif isn’t relevant, or mine, it’s just hot you’re welcome.


HI ANON YES YOU CAN! It’s going to be short but I hope you like it! Translations will be in brackets because it’s much easier! My french is actually French-Canadian french so I hope that doesn’t throw anyone off but I’m too lazy to type everything into Google translate so you’re getting my french weird french instead. Hopefully my grammar is ok? 

French Steve is like, my dream Steve because we would talk shit about the other Avengers/Their drama together and no one would understand (Except maybe Nat because she probably speaks it tbh)

“Tu es plue belle de les étolies dans le ciel. (You are more beautiful than the stars in the sky.)

You giggled like a small child, “It’s just so mesmerizing when you talk like that! Can Bucky do it too?”

Steve smiled up at you, his head lay in your lap and the two of you were sprawled on the couch. The movie you’d started watching was playing on the TV, but the two of you ignored it completely now. The main character had made a joke in French and since you knew Steve spoke it, you started pestering him to say things over and over because you liked his accent.

“Yeah, Bucky’s not too bad.” He shrugged, “He can’t do the accent very well, but he tries.”

You laughed. His attempt at being nice about his best friend was cute. “So basically his French is shit.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“But you didn’t disagree!” You argued with a grin, “Come on, say something else!”

His bit his lip in thought, trying to figure out what to say next. “Um…Quand tu n’es pas avec moi, mon coeur souffre pour tu. (When you’re not with me my heart aches/suffers for you.)”

“Wow Rogers, you could pick up some serious chicks with that kind of talk!” You teased ruffling his hair and the cheekily poking his forehead.

He blushed, a shy smile reaching his lips. “Unfortunately she’d have to understand it or she’d be completely clueless as to what I’m trying to tell her.”

“Eh,” You made a face. “That part is important too but I just think that maybe the accent is enough to get them to swoon.”

“It sure seems to make you swoon.” He pointed out with another shy smile. 

You’re face got slightly hot because you couldn’t really disagree. “Yeah, well…French is a very romantic language…”

Steve sat up, and pulled you closer until you were practically on his lap. “Je adore vos yeux, elles sont très belles.”

You legs fell to either side of his lap and your arms slowly made their way around his neck. You bit your lip, “What does that mean?”

I love your beautiful eyes.”

Your eyes slightly widened, surprised that he had said something so sweet to you. He was smiling brightly, his lips looking so soft and inviting. You leaned in slightly, not even thinking twice about what you were doing.

“Tu es magnifique. (You’re gorgeous.)” He breathed, his face a mere inches from yours.

“Ok,” You blurted cluelessly, pulling him forward and smashing your lips against his roughly. The two of you made out for almost an hour on the couch, neither of you able to stop. 

The truth is, Steve was hot but he was also one of your best friends and you’d never really thought - much - about kissing him. You didn’t want to ruin anything. But now that it happened there was no stopping it, you were falling hardcore for America’s Sweetheart.

“Je t’aime.” He whispered against your lips, you knew what that meant. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You pulled away breathlessly, a huge grin plastered on your face. “Oui.”

Je t’aime = I love you + Oui = yes, aha

That was fun! Hope you liked it!!

It’s Not A Date

I disappeared for a little bit due to storms, orientations, and a sickness on Friday and Saturday, but I’m back! I’m a little out of practice since I have spent the past few weeks not writing. I still hope this fic suffices, nonetheless.

Word Count: 1,634
Prompt Filled For: Unknown
Blog: Solangelo 
Prompt: “Sally Jackson is helping Nico get ready to go somewhere with Will but he keeps insisting it isn’t a date and she’s like ‘suuuure'”

I apologize for the lateness of this!

If this isn’t what you were hoping for, let me know.

The Stolls, some artillery fireworks laced with magic, and lighters.

A combination of those three things was how Nico ended up staying with Sally Jackson for a month.

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