#I said a boom chika boom

[tamanegi-san]

I'm never gonna get over them

[my-shields-are-down]

These two shots from 9 have me undone. (Both by @thatonekimgirl )

First one - Lucy is looking at and around the station, anywhere but at Tim who is ONLY looking at her (and notices her playing with her ring)

Second one- that MAN knows what he wants. HE WANTS HER, and he wants her to know it too. (So intensely hot)

[justcallmesakira]

BESTIE IF U DONT DO THIS REQ N I WILL FACKING EAT UR MUTUALS

DAZAI WITH A SISTER DAZAI WITH A SISTER DAZAI WITH A SISTER!!

she has black cat energy and err makes suicidal jokes here and then but never does t and chuuyas always the one who pulls her away from dazais tendencies because he DOES NOT want reader to follow dazais steps and err dazai and reader have a 2 year gap and err basically dazai took her away with him when he left and thats were she sort of stopped talking BECAUSE BOOM CHIKA BOOM ODAS DEATH LEFT HER MORE TRAUAMATIZED THAN THE KIDS ASAGIRI BLEW UP!!! so errr crack and chuuya and reader is ummmm AHEM AHEM AHEM (cough coug)

AND BASICALLY MORI HAS THIS like obsession of bringing reader back to the mafia like he constantly says stuff like "Dazai, my offer still stands but please remember that i would really really love to see your dear sister back first" LIKE YKNOW WHAT I AM SAYING???????????

DAZAI AND HIS YOUNGER SISTER!

Sypnosis: you are the younger sister of Da-dazai! Is he a great brother or not? UPPP TO YOU! >< oh and maybe hide your secret vists with chuuya please!!

Genre: crack and heavy angst! (dont question it)

Warnings: suicidal themes! cans of gasoline, glitter bombs, reader is very quiet type, manipulation (for good use!)

A/N: yummy yummy

uh oh! this is gonna be so damn messy

so um first of all! i really think reader would be very intelligent like dazai like oh fuck! i just got under a whole rubble of rocks by some guy who btw is the enemy of my brother quick! think of something

and then theres this bsd aesthetic plan you make and just survive! to the shock of your horror... :D

okay but in all seriousness! he defiently jokingly gave you his suicide guide to if u ever felt inspired by him

VERY VERY NORMAL BROTHER ACTIVITY!!1

dazai stop influencing people around you to plug off them self challenge impossible: GO!!

if you do however join his meticulous activites kunikidas actually going to blow up

😇

but imagine how cute it would be a black cat energy young sis and a golden retriver brother like bish forget romantic relationships like dazai who sometimes forget he left his sister at work!

but ynkow mf dazai always wants to keep close to you because he was never really there (like my fake as friends🙄) back in the mafia! woohoo

so now you can asks him for whatever you want but now he actually feels guilty because you have now become the silent type and dont really talk that much

Great job dazai! best brother everr!❤️

Imagine running away from the mafia with ur lil sister then realising she doesnt even want to talk anymore and that you might actually failed as a big brother even after buying her a whole lotta stuff

COULDNT BE OSAMU DAZAI GUYS!!!

tell him to take you to an amusement park and he will! but dont be surprised if you see him trying to run to jump off a bridge because he does not have for the sake of god any money!

AYY dazai cosplaying toji to get milk? real or fake??? find out here!

dont click on the link :3

ANYWAYS he definetly tries his best to get you back to talking sure the only thing he could do is talk to himself with you beside him doodling some stuff but yknow...it genuinely makes him form a sad smile when he gets reminded that maybe if he were a better brother and actually comforted you it would have ended better

"I saw a cat today yknow! it had a black eye and orange patterns. Somehow it looked wise" dazai said relazing on the chair, his hands behind his head, the whole night of yokohama was quiet only the flicker of the dim light placed underneath the balcony ceiling could be heard.

The night was calm too, it had a soft storm-like feel to it. Dazai knew you were listening thats probably why he would talk to you all these months, no one else was there for him anyway. So its better than nothing.

All of a sudden amdist the silence several pokes tapped on his shoulder which made his eyes widen slightly. You held up your sktechbook infront of his face, a bunch of doodles of him and a full sketch of his side profile

"(Name)... This is amazing! Wow you could be a talented artist yknow!!" he said you didnt know whether he was just flattering you or not because of the emptiness in his eyes. Depression changes a person. But the slight flicker of light in his made it visible to your loud mind. Dazai was glad you made some progress.

Okay now hb your interactions with da agency??

I am pretty sure both you and him joined da agency together (gotta make sure his sister ACTUALLY doesn`t follow his steps!😋😋😋😋)

kunikida may act all cold around you and view u as some kid especially when you randomly make the most random ass suicidal jokes in the middle of a meeting but...

Lets say he sort of checks up on both of you every morning! cant let the dogs out now kunikida! you never know what they do....

iykwimyk

now yosano girlypop is the only person who shows genuine concern for you when you get hurt why? because she was bamboozled when she found out you are dazais sibling like

"huh- are you actually capable of being a brother? more so having family"

dazai be at the corner weeping because of the amount of slander

DESERVEDDDD😍😍😍

I can totally see fukuzawa patting both of you and dazais head after you two collaborated on a mission

IDWGDHYWDFYUDFILOVEFATHERRELATIONSHIPS

he prob randomly call you for tea i mean not too randomly but he likes your black cat energy

speaking of which ranpo and you bully da heck out of criminals before they ultimately mistake you for some god!! /nj

kenji and kyouka just chills around you and tries debating what you and dazai have in common.

belonging in the mental asylum. thats whats common between you two/nj again😁😁

With chuuya

NAWWWWH BRO NAWW☠️

Chuuyas gonna end upl like this emoji☠️☠️☠️

Okay maybe i am over exaggerating this but yknow dazai is like really smart

UNFORTUNATELY!!!

So he will definitely know when ever you two act a little🤭😝😘🤗😍🥰👍

Hes going to get tjat expression from chapter 114 and chew chuuyas expensive tuxedo!!

I bet after he finds out hes straight up going to give chuuya a flashback of stormbringer era!! 😍😁

#verynormalbrother

"W-w-w-what da SKIBIDI [name]??? YOU WILL NOT AND NEVER MEET CHUUYA AGAIN" "wow... and i thought you were trying to become a better brother :(" "YOUNG LA- i-" ":("

He was about to say lad

like manipulative ass brother like sister ig! :33333333

He prob had suspicions back in the mafia especially because of how you mostly stuck around chuuya when he wasnt there

YOUR FAULT BRO!!!

And then u rizzed chuuya up with double black eyes (get it?)

"You know [name] it still hurt me, though i promised i would never say it infront of your face but.." Chuuya said seriousness in his tone looking at you eyes "But please stop looking at me with those cat like eyes they deeply remind of someone and I DO NOT like it"

He ended this funny note with a genuine fear and irritation in his eyes. you only nodded and continued to stare at him, your eyes rivaling a black hole not that hole by the way.

A tingling feeling gathered in himself as chuuya looks at your blank stare "Dont look at me like that!" he raised his flustered voice, a small hue of pink appearing on his cheek which only grew as you held on to his sleeve, snuggling against it like a cat.

But before he could be more flushed a really dark aura crept up behind you and then, right then you knew you fucked up bad.

"i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-cant believe this!" your brothers voice perked up behind you genuine horror on his face as if he just saw his bestfriend die infront of him twice.

"Oh my fucki-" chuuya sighed, both of you are caught. "[name] ICANTBELIEVETHISOMGIAMGOINGTOENDMYSELFLIKEMYOTHERVERSIONFROMANOTHERUNIVERSEWHOLOWEREDYOURSTANDERDSICANTBELIEVETHISHIT" dazai rapped at super speed, an anger and shock unwordable enough for you to be confused at whatever hes yapping about. "DAZAI what the fuck??" now chuuya was confused too.

"ANDYOU, HERMANADAPUTA (sisterfucker in english) YOUUGLYSHORTMFWITHNOFLAGSNONOTHING,YOUTRUSTISSUED?IWILLGIVEYOUPRISONFORLIFEISSUES" "WHAT IS YOU BROTHER YAPPING ABOUT?"

And all you could do was watch in horror as the scene unfolds infront of you. But safe to say you got in big trouble when you went back home!

anyways dazais going to go full on 8 cans of gasoline on the portmafia if more is obsessed with you like him

and then you realised..

"fOr tHe fIrSt TiMe iN fOrEVer" he actually did/nj

Okay okay but in all seriousness (litearlly @justcallmesakira catchphrase guys!!) Dazai would genuinely become more protective of you if mori was targeting towards you.

i would run away to antarctica too if mori even tried interacting with me

SHES A RUNNER SHES A TRACKSTAR!!!!!🏃💨

But if you are intelligent then i guess you met fyodor too? And maybe some sort of rivalry goes on between you two like "oh its my brothers enemy, gotta help my bro blow him up!"

I have nothing much to say because dazai would make secret plans (which you alrdy know) to make sure mori doesnt get too close with you

Like oh he was planning to approach you that day? BOOM dazai is already there. Yeah like that

If mori says that however... Dazai will reply with a dark eyed gloom,tilting his head back creepily "You will have to need more then the whole of port mafia to interact with my sister"

Dazai hates mori alot and though he knows that you are old enough to handle situations that doesnt mean he wont care for his only sister. You are the only thing left that he can protect without feeling inhumanity or faraway.

A/N: HATE THISSSS NOOOUUU

Tags: @inojuuy @biscuits-spooky-corner @terururuko @little-miss-chaoss @saelique @silverbladexyz @typcallysid14 @nezuko-kamado-cute-demon

[permanently-stressed]

I SAID A BOOM CHIKA BOOM

I SAID A BOOM CHIKA WAKA CHICKA WAKE CHICKA BOOM

[raeceah]

i said a boom chicka boom!!!1!11!!!1

book chika boom!

[imobsessed123]

I SAID A BOOK CHIKA BOOM

BOOM CHIKA BOOM 💥 🕺🎉😁

[raggedyanndy]

you know what song i've had stuck in my head for like 6 weeks now?

i said a BOOM chicka-boom (i said a BOOM chicka-boom)

i said a BOOM chicka-BOOM (i said a boom chicka-bOOM)

i said a BOOM chicka ROCKA chicka ROCKA chicka boom (i said a boom chicka ROCKA chicka ROCKA chika BOOM)

WHY

[tuliolovesuhhhh]

I SAID A BOOM BOOM CHIKA CHIKA BOW-WOW

[lonelypond]

PICK ME UP: Chapter 3

NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.8K, 1/?

Summary: We get some Nico insight. Eli has worries. Meanwhile, Maki meets Umi and Nozomi for food, talk, and teasing

A Nico Night

Nico missed silly vodka chugging college bestie Eli. What she had now was law school confident hyper professional manager Eli Ayase. Which meant suits and buttoned collars and fancy restaurants and definitely no drinking games while Nico drools over her super fucking hot super sweet as melted candy driver. No, Nico could see Eli 's eyes add steel gray to the the sky blue at that admission. But How could Nico squelch the exhuberance that bubbled up at the memory of Maki. Surely Eli would want the full experience of something that seismic slamming into Nico's staid celebrity life. Well, if the life of the Number One Idol in The Universe could ever be described as staid. But Maki was the first person in years to get Nicp's fantasies runing like a finely tuned Ferrari. Eli had a new suit. Blue. Very buttony. Nico was currently on a loosen Eli up quest. Eli continued to resists, choosing tailors and handmade suits over Nico's list of trendy designers. Nico took a a-snap of Eli as she entered the studio and began to sketch alterations on the outfit.

"You work in the cute, stylish people business not the boring, boxy people business. Dress like it. I pay you enough."

"You mean dress like Nico?" Eli's frosty frown covered genuine affection like knee deep snow.

"No" Nico pushed back from the master console. "Nico's cute is only for masters."

"They used to call me cute and clever Eli-chika."

"Your grandmother used to call you that."

Eli glared.

"And Ayase sama is never wrong."

A quick nod, a warm smile, and Eli slid a water bottle next to Nico.

"Why'd you blow off the driver last night, Nico?"

"Nico didn't blow off the driver."

"They called this morning. You never showed."

"No, Nico got driven to the preview. And then this morning, Nico had a nice ride out to Ridgewood. Mama says come visit soon."

Eli had frozen. "I didn't set anything up for today, Nico."

"Nico did. Maki said…"

"Maki?"

"The driver. The super hot driver Nico told you about, said to set up rides with her directly."

"Maki?"

"Yeah, she gave Nico a card." Nico slid it out from her phone case. "There. Just her number. Very discrete. Nico approves. Of the car service. And the fan service."

Eli sighed, "We are going to talk about how not to harass and objectify outside contractors." Eli stared at the card, impressed by the embossed lettering, "But first we figure out why you had a different driver than the one originally assigned."

"Figure it out outside the booth." Nico waved a hand toward the break room. "Nico needs to get back to work.:"

###

Eli rushed into the sound proof booth, the door booming shut behind her. Nico jumped, losing her place in the song. Need to rerecord. Something had triggered Eli's untucked stage, a level of anxiety where her shirt pulled out of her slacks or skirt due to Eli throwing her arms around in an exaggerated gesture.

"Nico is recording, Eli. No extra noise."

"Does she have your home address?"

"Who?"

"The driver? This Maki?"

"Yes. She dropped Nico off last night and picked me up this morning."

"You let this person you know nothing about drive you to your mom's?!?!??"

"It's her job, Eli. Literally . You know that. You hired her. She's a driver. Bulletproof car and everything."

Eli paced like a pendulum with a jet engine. "Probably soundproof too. So nobody can hear the screams."

"Screams?" Nico is going to scream soon if Eli doesn't start making sense." Nico lowered her headphones and waved off the engineer. "It's okay, Kiel. We'll take a break. Go get some coffee."

"Thanks, Nico."

Nico pushed Eli out of the sound booth, sitting her in a chair, loosening her collar by undoing the top two buttons."

"Slow down, Eli. Breathe. Tell Nico why you're suddenly nutso."

"She's a spoiled rich weirdo."

"Who?"

"Nishikino. She's probably a pervert too." Eli stood up,her hands on Nico's shoulders in a hurtful grip, "Did she make you drink anything? Did you blackout? Do you remember everything?"

"Nico is always in control."

Eli pushed her phone under Nico's nose. Nico read two headlines.

HERMIT HEIRESS DITCHES OPENING

NISHIKINO MAKI ONLY PUTS NUDES ON HER WALLS NOT IN HER BED

"What's that mean?" Nico pointed to the nudes headline.

"I don't know. I just searched headlines Nico. There's so much. She's a billionaire, Nico, one of those rich,stupid, jokesters."

NIco had clicked through to the nudes article. "It says she's a talented photographer, inspired by ther family's Japanese heritage and the Provoke(magazine) era. The Nudes article is an effort to raise asexual awareness." Nico tilted her head. "She's demi, whatever that is."

"How can you be so calm!" She's obviously stalking you, luring you…"

Nico was rerunning her interactions with the hot hermit heiress/photographer.

"Nico went to her car."

"What?"

"It was a black car. She was wearing a uniform. Nico figured you'd found Nico some eye candy."

Eli sputtered. "No, Nico, I don't go looking for hot people to hire."

"You should."

"There are so many things wrong with that…" Eli screamed, hands covering her face.

"Eli, Eli, breathe." Nico was kneeling down, staring at her friend, worried.

Watery blue eyes met Nico's glance, "You're okay? You promise?"

"Nico's fine." Nico held Eli's hands, "I walked up to Maki, told her she was prettier than Nico, and got no reaction." Nico paused, "When I mentioned the creepy text messages, that's when she opened the car door."

"She's not a pervert?"

Nico raised an eyebrow, considering the prints in the articles, "Nico deoesn;t have enough information about that to judge. But Nico felt safe." And teasing her had been fun.

"I'll get a restraining order. Just to be sure." Eli grabbed her phone back.

"NO."

"Nico you can't. …she lied to you."

Nico's face went from cutesy to cutting, "Maki did lie. Nico knows. Nico is mad about that. Especially after this morning."

"This morning?"

"Meeting Mama and the kids."

"Oh. Eli understood. Meeting Nico's family was a very very private personal privilege. Eli couldn't think of any "dates" that Nico had ever taken home.

"Mama was suspicious.;

"Your mother is a total mama bear."

Nico laughed and rolled her eyes. "Nico knows." She dropped in the chair next to Eli. "Now let Nico think."

###

Nozomi had at least chosen Maki's favorite trattoria, with a back room that had a small private bar and a piano, serviced by a kitchen that had the tomato garlic basil sauce recipe of Maki's dreams.

Umi had arrived first, waiting at a table , her phone out. Maki wondered if either of Umi's wives, Honoka Kousaka and Kotori Minami, was joining the group. Or the third member of Lily White, and the reason they'd inserted themselves in Maki's life and business , her self proclaiamed high school bestie Rin Hoshizora. Rin had a mysterious fiancée, Hanayo Koizumi, her childhood sweetheart, who had graduated high school at 14 and then gotten her PHD in Electrical Engineering at 18, using her computer acumen to create a hyper popular Idol support fan app. Maki had meet Koizumi once or twice, but mostly zoned out of their conversations, all about celebrities. Maki hated gossip and speculation. Facts were the on ramp to success at any endeavor.

Maki's phone pinged. Nico.

N: Pick Nico up.

M; Can't ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

M: With friends.

Maki's phone buzzed. Incoming video call. Maki accepted, leaning against the bar after a wave in Umi's direction. A frowning Nico stared up.

"Where are you?"

"Dinner."

Nico made an exasperated noise. Then another voice said something off screen. Nico turned to reply.

"Where is that?"

The off screen voice again. Then Nico's full attention returned to Maki, eyes lava intense, "You, hot driver, stay there."

Nico ended the call.

Nozomi slid a tray of apertifs in Maki's direction.

"Who was that?"

Maki shrugged.

Nozomi swiped for Maki's phone. Maki pulled it back.

"Personal life." Maki growled. "Not professional. Stay out."

Nozomi leaned in, "You sure it wasn't about your new career? As a driver?"

Maki headed to the table. Umi had just finished her own call.

"Honoka wants us to head to a new club later."

"Exciting." Nozomi slid into a seat, passing the drinks around. "I'm free. Maki?"

Maki stared at her phone. "I don't know."

"You don't know."

"Yeah."

"There will be other nights." Umi's enjoyment of anything was never dependent on the number of friends as long as Honoka and Kotori were present.

"But this night is still young." Nozomi smacked her lips. "And so so tender."

Maki shook her head. "Before Nozomi ruins my dinner appetite, Umi, pitch me."

The bluntness of Maki's request startled Umi but her recovery was quick.

"I've been writing poetry, almost lyrics. And I'd like you to read them, Maki, to see if they inspire you."

"Definitely. What's your theme?"

Umi frowned. "So many people are moving or stuck or frightened, not sure if their path is a right path. We're all too isolated."

Umi was leaning forward, her hands clasped, her gaze inward, words a ramble, not rehearsed, but definitely thought out. "I want to create a work that can inspire people, embolden then, connect them, know that reaching out is strength that can save us all."

Maki rarely heard hope anymore. Or earnestness. Honoka and Umi breathed out those qualities so easily, infusing the air around them with positives, no matter how dark the news. If Maki could craft melodies to support Umi's words, the world might have easier days. So many longed for that daily.

"Show me."

Umi pulled a leather notebook out of her pocket, handing it to Maki with all the gravity of an ancient ritual.

Maki opened the book reverently, caught in the depths of Umi's emotions as she read words scattered and scrambled an balanced against each other, Umi pointed to a haiku and Maki mouthed the words, humming the beginning of a melody. Nozomi watched them with a warm affection she often hid for her too self conscious friends.

###

Nico had masked. Remembering Maki's comment, she added sunglasses, demanding Eli wear them too. If Eli had a fedora, she would have looked like one of the Blues Brothers. Nico chuckled at that thought. She'd had to watch the movie after losing a bet with a recording engineer. She'd been pleasantly surprised by the blues and soul influence and performers. Not so long ago, Nico might have been walled off from mass appeal by her heritage. TWIG allowed her to build a massive, growing, evolving fanbase. Numbers, followers, deals mattered more than anything and Nico had reached that stratosphere where her celebrity had vaulted her over most barriers. She could and did sell albums, clothes, hair care, make up, fashion. She offered advice. She cared. She toured, She showed fans how to succeed. Nico Ni's style, Nico Ni's brands, Nico Ni's power. There were always haters but Nico's loyal fans shut them down.

Tonight though, Nico wanted to shed the celebrity armor, the influencer aura, to just be Nico Yazawa, with a rare night free, going to a well reviewed trattoria to meet a hot girl for cannoli and confessions.

###

"Maki."

Nico's voice. Maki jumped. Nozomi had an unexpected gawking expression, staring behind Mia's shoulder. Umi glanced up from where Maki was underling a potential chorus but as she didn't recognize the person speaking Maki's name, Umi went back to writing notes.

Nico stood there, half a dozen steps away, hands on hips, posture tense and aggresive, a tall blonde woman with matching sunglasses and a mask behind her. Her mananger probably. Maki could sense the protective glare.

"What are you…How did you..why..."

"Well, Ms. Hot But Not In A Pro Driver Way, you're almost as famous as Nico so first, we're going to take this to a private room. No TWIGdropping. Let's go." Nico snapped her fingers, stomping past the table, ignoring everyone. The blonde fololwed. Nozomi swiveled to watch them march on by.

"Oh, Maki, you're in trouble, girl."

"Shut up, Nozomi."

"What's going on, Maki? Who was that?" The anger in Maki's snap got Umi's full attention.

"Nico Ni." Nozomi answered.

"The singer?"

"Yes."

"Would she do our show?"

Now Maki snapped at Umi. "Umi."

"Good idea, though. Who's the blonde, Maki?"

"Haven't met her. Maybe the manager."

Nozomi leaned back, toying with her braid, "Time for a manager to manager talk."

"No." Maki stood. Nico knew the truth. But Nico was here. That meant something surely. There hadn't been a text or a lawyer telling Maki to stay away. Nico wanted to talk. "Stay here."

"If things get spicy, send out the blonde."

"Nozomi."

Nozomi winked, "I'm rooting for you kid."

Maki wanted to kick something. The sexual spin Nozomi put on everything wore her out. Nozomi was too fond of teasing while Maki's tolerance for teasing was non existent. Maki usually took the easy way, ditching out of conversations rather than explaining how Nozomi was treading all over the nuances of a sexuality Maki was still figuring out. Take the hit and run. Avoid conversations with her hyper nozy manager. It got wearing. And sometimes, some rare moments, Maki actually wanted someone to talk to. Possibly she should sit Nozomi down and explain how the casual teasing from an otherwise caring and compassionate friend wore on her.

Today, the more important conversation was why was Nico here? What would Nico do. What would Nico say? Maki was afraid it would be loud.

Maki rested a hand on Umi's shoulder, drawing comfort from her friend's solidity. "Don't wait up."

"Oh we will." Nozomi giggled, "Don't worry.

Umi had her "as long as I have my notebook and a pen I am content" look so no help there.

Maki wondered if she should take in a bottle of wine with her. Or dessert? Or would Nico use them as weapons. Forward. quick steps. The door closed behind her. Ominous.

"You lied to Nico." No hesitation.

"We could have you arrested for kidnapping."

"Nico turned, "Don't go there, Eli. We are not good cop bad copping this. All cops are bad cops. Just be friendly but firm."

Eli nodded.

Nico turned back to Maki, "Lying to Nico is bad."

Nico sounded calm. Maki could read the angry tension in Nico's jaw. She'd pulled down the mask. No soft relaxed curves. Just harsh angles.

"Ok."

"Nico is angry."

"Ok.

Maki had picked up on that. Nico had been pacing the room when Maki opened the door.

"No. Not okay." Now Nico was shouting, moving forward, forcing Maki back toward the door. "Why did you lie to Nico? Nico took you to meet her family." A pause, quieter, "Nico trusted you."

The blonde had her arms crossed, "Our lawyers are working on a restraining order."

Maki paled and glanced at Nico, who saw panic in amethyst eyes.

"Eli."

"Yes, Nico."

"Leave." Nico pointed to the door.

"But Nico..."

Nico grabbed Maki's embarassingly limp arm and raised it up,"I can handle this terror, trust me."

"Hey." Maki pulled her arm back, cradling her torso, her other hand twirling a tousle.

"Go away, Eli."

"I'm calling the lawyers."

"No, you're not."

"Nico…"

Nico pointed to the door. Eli slunk out. Nico pulled out a chair for a weak kneed Maki.

"You look like you're about to collapse."

"I'm fine." Maki muttered, but she was grateful for the seat. She took a deep breath, feeling Nico's scrutiny. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell Nico at breakfast."

Maki faceplanted on the table, narrowly missing a spoon. Nico cursed, her hand brushing Maki's hair as she moved the spoon away.

"Don't do that, pretty and pouty. You'll mess up your face. Nico likes your face."

Maki sat back, staring at Nico, blushing, words too tangled for coherence.

Nico smiled. "So who are your friends?"

"My manager, Nozomi, and my friend, Umi, she's a poet, we make music together. She's got an idea she wanted to show me."

"So your days aren't just kidnap Nico, take pics, and declare "no nudes" in interviews."

"Nudes…what do you…why are you…" Maki had the edge of the table in a vise hold.

Nico laughed, "You're silly. No wonder you lied to Nico. You're terrible at sentences."

"I am not."

"Try that nude one again."

Maki turned away, red and furious.

Now Nico felt like slamming her head into the table.

"Maki?"

No response.

"Maki."

"What?"

"Don't lie to Nico any more."

"Okay."

"Are you hungry?"

Long lashes blinked over dreamfuel eyes. "Sure."

"Let's get a pizza to go and sneak out the back door. Nico wants to talk to Maki."

Maki stared at the door, wondering if Nozomi's curiosity was peaking. "Let's just sneak out the back door."

"Food first. Nico's starved."

"I know a place that's still delivering."

"Are you kidnapping Nico? Eli will…"

Too soon. Nico watched Maki stiffen.

Neither of them knew what to say next. But Nico was never at a loss for words for more than a minute.

"That pizza had better be really good. Nico is so so hungry. Nico wants to see your pics. Can we break into the gallery, sit on the floor and eat slices while Maki tells Nico camera stories? Nico knows all about modelling. Maki can take pics." Nico stretched out into a pose, flashing her well toned calves in pink and gold textured hose, fingers propping her chin, eyes all sparkly blinky, sliding her hands into a heart shape reaching out to Maki.

Maki laughed. Nico grinned.

"Now that's what Nico likes to hear."

A/N: Happy happy birthday to the Number One Idol In The Universe. May you get the girl (Maki) and the glamor your hard work deserves. Thanks for the inspiration.

[gaoau]

Ai love you

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The same way Chifuyu aligned the universe for her, Ikeno Chika seemed to throw her whole world into chaos. It was the right kind of chaos, of course, the type of chaos that didn't allow space for thought and gave her the freedom to sink into her own existence. Her ideas were disastrous and tumbled out of her mouth before she could remember what words were. Being under the influence of Chika's free spirit made her ramble freely about the deepest corners of her mind.

Maybe it was Chika, or maybe it was the alcohol.

For some reason, it seemed not only Chika but all of her colleagues were quite generous when treating one another to a quite expensive bottle of sake. But there was very clearly more to it as they all insisted [Name] kept her sakazuki full. She was trying her best not to gulp it all down the moment someone manhandled the bottle and re-filled it, but with how Chika grabbed her by the shoulder to encourage her to drink more, she couldn't really do much. Still, there was more sake spilled on the table than seeping into her bloodstream.

She was admittedly a little tipsy and slow in recognizing her own movements, but it was nothing compared to Ueno Sasaki as he swung his glasses in the air while reminding everyone he loved them all dearly. "And you!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking from how high it was reaching. He pointed his glasses at [Name] and if she didn't know any better, she would've thought it was a threat. "You, [Surname]-san! You're just as amazing! Your ideas?! They fascinate me! Cheers!" And there he went again, filling up her sakazuki as if she hadn't had enough.

Across from her, Hiroki Naomi, the very dependable woman that loved to bicker with Chika, wasn't acting very dependable as she swallowed gulp after gulp of beer. She hummed, waving her glass in [Name]'s general direction. "You've got an eye for trends, I tell ya! Like, designs and stuff? It's really impressive!"

"Well, I better after all these years," [Name] laughed light-heartedly. She kept herself from cringing as another puddle of sake formed on the table where Chika was trying to fill up her own sakazuki.

She downed the alcohol in an instant, almost scaring [Name] with how smoothly it went down. As she slammed the container on the table, making droplets of sake jump around, she wrapped her free arm around [Name] to pull her close. "No, no, there's more to what Minao is saying," she managed to slur out. The nicknames she had for other people were undeniably cute. [Name] waited for the day she would scramble the hiragana in her name to give her one too. "You have, like, this thing when it's about colors. Not just fashion, y'know what I mean?" [Name] did not, in fact, know what she meant.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that!" It seemed Naomi did, though. "You just look at colors differently! Like you know what will go boom in the industry!"

She genuinely had no idea what anyone was saying anymore—probably the effects of the alcohol drilling into the chaos in her brain, jumbling her world and the words spouted at her face. It seemed like she couldn't control the way her eyes worked from the outside. It seemed people in her field were just as observant as Kazutora was. Laughter spilled from her lips on instinct while Chika cooed at her flushed cheeks. "I'm probably just making up for what I can't see when I paint." It was meant to be a joke, weightless and airy, so why did the room fall silent?

Chika's index finger, still buried in her cheek, suddenly burned on her skin. She pulled away a second later to instead grasp her palms with her manicured hands. She squinted at the fingers she was cradling so gently and then gasped, "I knew it was acrylic paint!" Excitedly, she forced [Name]'s hand into everyone's field of vision. "You do art, don't you, [Name]?! Man, I've been dying to ask! You always come with paint on your hands and then you said you had to draw that picture and I really want to see!"

"You're an artist?!" Sasaki hollered with more enthusiasm than anyone had expected. He ignored her meek murmur of not strictly. "[Surname]-san, you're so great!" It looked like he was ready to burst into tears of pure pride. This time he didn't bother re-filling her sakazuki and took a swing straight from the sake bottle for himself. He was surely going to regret that in the morning, but everyone else in the room allowed him to have his fun.

"[Surname]-san, can you show us?" another one of her colleagues piped up. He was thankfully more sober than the rest and knew better than to raise his voice unnecessarily.

Chika intercepted before [Name] could deny them. "Please, [Name], I'm dying to see!" She pulled off the puppy eyes quite well.

She was very fortunate that lately her artworks had been worth snapping a few pictures of. Rather reluctantly, she opened her gallery app to scroll through the drawings and paintings she was willing to show anyone that wasn't herself or Ai. Her face burned in embarrassment at how much space Chifuyu occupied in her storage. The painting of that rainy night when they went out for dinner, the spreads of his vibrant eyes in her sketchbook, even the first few squares she'd managed to fill in on the gigantic canvas. She breathed out in relief when she found the few paintings of Ai, a city distorted from a fish eye, and a few ponds she'd drawn in pastels.

Trusting her phone in Chika's hands, six people huddled around them to get at least a glimpse of [Name] behind her work persona. They gasped in awe and cheered in her ear, an endless string of compliments tumbling incoherently from their lips. She could catch questions about Ai among the discord of voices, cooing at the puppy and how they would love to meet him sometime. It seemed the landscapes of snow were dazzling, the pond looked like Naomi would love to drown in, and the colors in the city had never been more inviting.

When her phone returned to her hands, grins and beams surrounding her with praise and admiration, Chika drew her attention towards her. "Who's the handsome man there?" she questioned innocently, "You draw him a lot, don't you?" That was not as innocent.

[Name] was suddenly glad that Sasaki had filled up her sakazuki. She gulped it down in a second, her head spinning. She wasn't too sure if her reddened cheeks was her bashfulness or the alcohol. Probably both.

Chika squealed beside her at her lack of response. "You're kidding me! Is he your boyfriend?!"

Now [Name] knew that her cheeks burning and the room crumbling in her vision and the pounding on her temple were all from the embarrassment. Damn it, if only Kazutora hadn't forced these ideas into her head. She was fine with hanging around Chifuyu every once in a while as she dropped by for more food, but now here she was, drunk with her co-workers, picturing the feeling of having Chifuyu as a partner. Ah, it was getting really hot. An uncomfortable warmth spread through her body as she tried to hide herself away from the prying eyes consuming her, barely managing to croak out a denial to Chika's question.

Just the thought of it sent her heart beating at record speed. How was she supposed to handle her own brain with all these ideas infesting it? First, the possibility of liking him; second, the recognition of her own dependency on him; now third, the image of being even closer to him than she had ever contemplated. Was she even allowed to fantasize about something she wasn't too sure about? She was even mildly afraid of the amount of affection she held for Chifuyu. She couldn't really tell right from wrong anymore. It might have been the intoxication of all those shots of sake, or it might have been Chifuyu's peace and joy wrapping her in nonsense.

[newsnigeria]

Ebonyi PDP hails Kanu’s discharge, acquittal

The Ebonyi State Chapter of the Peoples Democratic Party has hailed the acquittal of the leader of the Indigenous People of Biafra, Nnamdi Kanu. The PDP Publicity Secretary in the state, Chika Nwoba, stated this in an interview with our correspondent on Thursday. He said, “The release of Kanu came to me as one of the few good pieces of news I have received this year. “It goes a long way to portray our judiciary as not a conquered institution against the general view of it has always been locally and internationally. “The release of Kanu by the Appeal Court will relieve the South East of what today seems to be an obdurate new order whose embrace was compulsive. “The vexatious sit-at-home culture will come to an end. Many ill-informed things occasioned by his incarceration will end, and we may begin to enjoy our peace of mind again. “It’s very important that Federal Government releases him as ordered by the Court. “APC-led Federal Government is known for disobedience of court judgements. This one should not be disobeyed due to how dire the need to release the captive is. “Members of the public should pressure the government to do the needful immediately. So, it’s a good development: the release of Kanu. “If not for other things, it’ll return the South East to its former place of economic boom which was truncated by this incident of incarceration of Nnamdi Kanu. I welcome him back to the free society.” Also, a socio-political organisation in Igbo land, the Alaigbo Development Foundation, hailed the judgement. Its Secretary-General, Chief Abia Onyike, said, “It is a positive development. It shows that a peaceful resolution of the Igbo Question in Nigeria is feasible.” An elder statesman in Ebonyi State, Ichie Chukwujekwu Orji, said, “The cause Nnamdi Kanu is pursuing is a cause everyone likes. “And because of the type of constitution that was foisted on the people of this country with all the lies being told against us by our leaders, let us go back to the 1963 constitution and start enjoying this country once more. I hail the judgement.” Read the full article

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[rebelwrites]

From This Moment || Part Twelve

Jax Teller x Reader

Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.

Warnings: none

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The room was so quiet you swore you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on you and Jax, some were looks of confusion, others were looks of worry but the main ones were looks of hatred. Especially from Gemma and the two in question.

“She’s carrying the child of a member of this club,” Gemma spat, looking down at you like you were nothing but trash. “She had every right to be protected, too.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, she had a point. You may not have liked her but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if something happened to the child, even if you were still having doubts about who the father actually was.

“What’s he doing here then?” you said lowly, narrowing your eyes at your ex husband, who was standing rather close to Tara, his arm planted around her waist. Just the sight of him was making your stomach churn, once upon a time you were head over heels in love with this guy but now you couldn’t stand the sight of him, now that you could see his true colours. “He has no reason whatsoever to be here.”

“Good to see you too, Sweets.” Ayden laughed coldly, with a smug look on his face. As he watched you screw your face up at the nickname he had for you.

“Wasn’t speaking to you asshole.” You scoffed, trying not to throw up at the name he called you, turning your attention back to Gemma. “As I said, what's he doing here?”

“You seem to be forgetting that he is the ex of the Vice President’s best friend. That link is enough to put him in danger.” Gemma smirked proudly, knowing that it would get under your skin with him being here. “Both Ayden and Tara got attacked last night by the Mexicans.” Raising your brow at them, both you and Jax took in the black eye that was forming on her face. Things didn’t make sense, there was no beef with the Mexicans, it had all been put to bed and a new page was turned. So why would they randomly attack a pregnant woman, and more importantly how did they know she was carrying Jax’s child. “If they are willing to attack pregnant women what else are these spics going to do?”

You blood was boiling, you hated the term Spics with a passion. And here she was just spewing the word out of her mouth. You weren’t even going to waste any more breath on them, you didn’t need to stress yourself out. “Whatever.” You shrugged, wiggling out of Jax’s arms, reaching into his Kutte pulling out the pack of smokes and his zippo before heading outside. You needed some air and had to make an important phone call. A phone call to someone that would know what the word on the street was, someone who wouldn’t feed you bullshit.

Resting the ball of your foot on the pedals of Jax’s bike you perched your ass on the seat as you pulled the phone to your ear, letting your lit cigarette hang between your blood red lips. Taking a few deep breaths as you listened to the dial tone.

“Took you long enough to answer, Tio!” You laughed, as you watched the smoke from your cigarette float into the air. “Could have been dying here.”

“But you aren’t, Chika, so don’t get dramatic.” His voice boomed down the phone, causing a small smile to appear on your face. “We both know I’m the dramatic one here. So stop stealing my role. Now, what can I do for my favourite person.”

“I need to know what the streets are saying. Club’s gone into lockdown and Tara is saying her and Ayden got attacked by the Mexicans last night. So Gemma, being mother Teresa, has them at the club.” You sighed heavily, watching as Jax strolled out of the clubhouse, glancing around the lot until he spotted you.

“Leave it to your Tio,” he said softly, “Give me a couple of hours to get the info and I will come and check on you both.” You smiled at his statement, knowing that he cared for Jax the same way he cared for you, even if he did tease you. “Oh and Chika, didn’t I tell you that white boy was dangerous and there’s a reason I call him troublemaker?” You could hear the smirk in his voice and could clearly picture the face and gestures he was pulling right now. “Try not to kill anyone.” He laughed, ending the call.

Pulling your phone away from your ear, you shook your head at your phone. You knew he wouldn’t let you down, he always pulled through with the intel. Jax was now standing in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. “Everything okay, Darlin’?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed, tossing the cigarette but on the floor, instantly replacinging it. You knew chain smoking wasn’t the answer but right now it was helping. “Tio is going to see what the word on the street is, I don’t think it was the Mexicans. He said he would swing by once he has found something but I think that is more so he can check up on me.”

“It’s because he loves you,” Jax whispered, brushing his fingers over your cheeks. “Now finish your smoke, go take a shower, it will help relax you and I know you are dying to get changed.” He nodded, dropping his gaze to your feet. “I don’t know how you deal with these things.”

“There is a thing called a work dress code, you know.” You smirked, cocking your bow at him, “But yeah I hate them, they are the spawn of Satan, give me my trainers and combat boots any day of the week.”

Jax felt you tense under his touch, following your gaze he saw Tara and Ayden strolling out of the clubhouse. He knew that this would be bringing up old memories, because it was for him. He hated the amount of nights you were sobbing in his arms due to an argument. “Just ignore them baby,” Jax hummed, taking your hand in his running his fingers over your finger tattoo. “They just want to get a reaction out of you.”

He was right, especially with the way they were both watching you like a hawk. If looks could kill you would be dead. “Just hold your head up high and ignore them,” Jax whispered, pulling you to your feet, taking the remainder of your smoke off you. Normally you would moan at him for it but you couldn’t be bothered. You were just tired of being froze out, it was like you were the black sheep of this very fucked up family.

Soon enough you were in the bathroom of the bunk, letting the hot water lash down at your skin. Jax decided to leave you to it, knowing that you weren’t in the mood for talking right now, so he gently closed the door to the bunk, making his way down the hallway. Stopping the moment he reached his father’s bike, resting his hand on the handlebar he looked at the photo on the wall. “What do I do Dad?” He mumbled, blinking back a few tears. “This isn’t how everything was meant to go. Will we ever get our happy ending?” He spoke as if he was going to get the answers he searched for. Shaking his head, he used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe his eyes before joining everyone back in the main room.

“How is the little lass?” Chibs asked, slamming his hand down on Jax’s shoulder.

“Stressed, but I can’t blame her.” Jax sighed, running his hand over his face. “I’m just trying to keep the stress levels down, we still don’t know what her triggers are for her migraines and the last thing I need is her having an attack because of this fucked up family drama.”

“Things will work themselves out, Jackieboy, they always do,” Chibs said softly. “Just keep doing what you are doing.”

“Thanks, brother,” Jax nodded, reaching over the bar to grab a beer.

Around an hour had passed when one of the prospects came bounding into the clubhouse. “There is someone parked outside of the gates, wanting to get in. Some Mexican guy, but I have never seen this dude before.”

Jax instantly looked up from his conversation with Happy. “What car is it, bro?”

“Turquoise Chevy Bel Air.”

“Let him in.” Jax nodded, not missing the glare he was getting from Clay and his Mom.

“Thats it, just let some fucking Spic into the club,” Clay growled, makking the whole room fall silent once again. “You remember we are on lockdown and it was the Mexicans that attacked the mother of your child.”

Jax rolled his eyes, instantly standing to his feet, barging past everyone to square up with Clay, he was seconds away from punching Clay not caring if he was the President or his step father. Before he could throw a punch, he felt the soft touch of your hand on his. “It’s not worth it, baby,” you said softly. He didn’t know you had ventured out of the room.

“Your Tio is here.” He breathed, focusing on your touch rather than the anger that was running through his veins. “Let's see what the streets are saying.” Linking your fingers with Jax’s you both made your way outside, Jax didn’t miss the smile on your face as you watched the Bel Air cruise into the lot, parking wherever there was space.

The moment Nero stepped out of the car, he ran his gaze over your appearance, the hoodie you were wearing definitely didn’t belong to you especially with how oversized it was. “See you don’t wear your own clothes now, Princesca.” He smirked, raising his brow as he pointed to the navy blue SAMCRO hoodie. “At least you aren’t stealing my jumpers and cardigans.” He chuckled, pulling you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head. “‘Mano, you might want to invest in some more clothes because this one is notorious for stealing clothing.”

“Trust me, I know.” Jax laughed, as you stepped back allowing Nero to hug him. “She was stealing my shit long before Vegas, she tries to deny it but she has one section that is just my hoodies and t-shirts.”

“Still here you know,” you huffed, pouting at your husband. “Now let's take this inside, I have a feeling the whole club is going to want to hear what the truth is.”

Once again all eyes were on you as you walked back into the clubhouse. Leaning against the bar as Chucky instantly asked Nero what he wanted to drink, beaming when he asked for a coffee. Smiling softly at Chucky you asked him to make you one two, you had always liked how he made it, it was always the perfect blend of sweetness and bitterness.

“So, this attack on your baby mama, wasn’t the Mexicans.” Nero hummed, sipping his coffee, nodding approvingly at Chucky. “Very reliable source as well.”

“Your source is wrong.” Tara snapped, raising her voice.

“Do I look like a person who does not have reliable sources?” Nero said bluntly, pointing to himself as he spoke. “In my line of business everyone gets vetted, so do not try to say my sources are anything but legit.”

You couldn't help but smirk as he put Tara in her place. Folding your arms over your chest, you watched as her skin started turning a nice shade of crimson as she got flustered. Her mouth opened like she was going to say something but instantly stopped herself. You had caught her out and she knew it. This beef wasn’t with the Mayans or any of the other Mexican clubs, this was with Darby’s crew for torching the porn studio.

“So, Tara,” Jax’s voice boomed through the club. “Anything you want to say? Or are you just going to keep lying about how you got that black eye?”

The silence was deafening, you watched intently as her eyes darted around the room, realizing that all eyes were on her. You watched as she fumbled with the sleeve of her hoodie, the colour fully draining out of her face and she looked like she was going to throw up.

“We haven’t got all day!” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest as you rested your head on Jax’s shoulder, waiting for her to speak.

“It must have been a random act of violence then.” Tara started, throwing her arms up in the air.

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safe food list:

- seaweed (usually 25-30 calories per package, depending on the brand. although sometimes there are large ones that have 50 calories)

- gushers fruit snacks (not the healthiest, but they’re 80 calories per pouch and are good for a small sugar fix)

- Quest protein bars, especially the cookies and cream (200 cals) and birthday cake (180 cal) flavors. they’re very good for a low cal breakfast and help maintain muscle and hair if that’s your thing.

- poached/hard boiled eggs (114/140 cal)

- Boom Chika Pop popcorn. i highly recommend the light kettle corn flavor as it’s slightly sweet but is lower in calories than regular kettle corn

- Zevia 0 calorie cola. they come in other flavors like cream soda (which i recommend), black cherry cola, and root beer

- sparkling ice. they come in many different flavors and are 0-5 calories per bottle. they also have vitamins and antioxidants which is very good if you’re starving yourself!

- halo top ice cream, enough said

- yassou greek yogurt bars. they come in a variety of flavors you would usually find in ice cream and they’re at most 120 cal per bar!

- edamame. you can buy them steamed from many grocery stores. they’re a good source of plant-based protein and you can put some salt on them as a good snack

- tofu. if you marinate it an any normal meat marinade it WILL taste amazing. it’s a lot lower cal too. i recommend looking up a steak marinade, put the (firm) tofu in it for around 2 hours (not before draining it tho) and then pan frying it until it’s throughly cooked on each side. again, good source of plant-based protein

- cherry tomatoes

- Fage yogurt with strawberry/black cherry. these taste amazing and are very filling! range from 120-150 calories each, depending on the percentage of milk fat

- Lotus Foods Rice Ramen Noodle Soup. i recommend the garlicky veggie flavor, it’s only 180 cals. i recommend cooking it on the stove top like any other ramen. it has a very good amount of vegetables to fill you up and tastes very good

[basil-onasis]

@icariastarters​

“Oh hey, that’s rough, buddy. I don’t really know what’s going on with the whole disappearing and the boom-kalak and then reappearing and the pfooh and then dead, you know? But listen, I hope you get on out there and get that bow-chika-wow-wow--” he said, doing a little dance where he grinded his hips and slapped at the air in a rather inappropriate manner for the Farmer’s market, before he caught sight of a few on-lookers staring at him while he talked to a pegasus. “Hi! Welcome to Onasis farms! Can my buddy and I interest you in anything?”

[rurulaura]

Digidestined week day 3 & 4

Welcome to camp & campfire time!

I ended up making this a short story. I’ve put it behind  a read more. Hope you enjoy!

Terriermon and Haruko arrived at camp with a few other digidestined. Some she recognized from other series’. 

“Oh, It’s Ikuto and Touma.” Haruko walked up to Touma who seemed to be setting up monitoring equipment. 

“Oh, Haruko. Good to see you here.” He greeted her.

“Doing surveillance, I guess?” She glanced at Ikuto and back to him. 

“Yeah,  we were getting Digimon readings around here. Ikuto is familiar with DIgimon behavior, so he’ll be a great help find any that may be lost.” He explained still setting equipment up.

“Oh...” Haruko seemed intrigued, maybe she’d come by later when it was put together. “I’m going to head to the cabin and get settled in.” 

Touma nodded in acknowledgment as she walked towards the first one she saw. “Ack!” She tripped over a stair as she tried to enter the cabin.

Terriermon grabbed her arm to help steady her. “You ok?” He looked up at her. 

“Yeah.” She grumbled. “I could have sworn there wasn’t a stair there.” She growled walking in. 

She sat her things on the bed, got down on the floor and started looking for a power outlet.

“What are you looking for?” Terriermon tilted his head gazing at her. 

“A power outlet so I can charge my Nintendo Switch.” She checked behind the bedside table, nothing. 

“Um, sorry to tell you. But there’s no electricity here.” Haruko turned around to see Chika with a big bag on her shoulder.

“Eh?” She cried out dramatically. “Then how am I supposed to charge my stuff? I wanted to watch the sunset while playing games!”

Chika chuckled. “Guess you’ll just have to watch the sunset without it!”

Haruko sighed, hanging her head. She made sure to bring all the clothes she needed, sun lotion, hats and everything elsee you’d need for being outdoors. But she did not account for there not being luxuries she was used to. 

Later that night...

“All right everyone, we got the campfire ready!” Masaru shouted from the fire. It was comedically large. Much too large for their small 10 people group. 

“Masaru, we just needed a small fire. Was this really needed?” Touma gestured the huge fire. 

“Hey, why not? What’s the harm?”

Chika coughed nearby. “It’s producing quite a bit of smoke.”

Masaru became annoyed, “Then you guys make it next time.” He muttered.

“Yeah!” His partner chimed in slumping after him.

“Ok, and it’ll be better than yours too!” Falcomon shouted back.

Haruko cautiously stood away from the flames. “It’s OK Haruko, we can get a little closer.” Terriermon placed an ear on her lower back. 

“You sure?” She looked down at him concerned. 

Terriermon nodded in agreement. 

They took their seats around the fire, there were ingredients for s’mores nearby, which Agumon was helping himself to.

“Oi! Those are for all of us!” Masaru scolded smacking Agumon on the head.

“Sorry, aniki.” Agumon rubbed his head.

“How about a scary story?” Ikuto grinned bringing out a flashlight.

Everyone at the campfire was intrigued, minus Touma typing away at his laptop. He’d look up once in a while, but seemed to be busy summarizing analytics. 

“Haruko, you go first.” Ikuto offered her the flashlight. She stared at it as first, not really sure what kind of story to tell.

She aimed the light at her glasses. 

“Oh! It makes a nice effect on your glasses, you look like an evil scientist!” Chika marveled at her.

A small shudder came from Ikuto off to her side. 

“I’ll try...” She said quietly. Terriermon patted her arm. “You’ve got this.”

“So, one Autumn day at school, my classmates were talking about these strange occurrences at night. See, one of my class mates left their book at school and needed for homework. They came to the school when it was pitch dark out. It was very windy and the trees creaked with pain.”

Everyone was captivated on her story, the Digimon especially nervously gnawing on their s’mores.

“She wasn’t sure if she could get in. But luckily the gymnasium door was open. When you enter the gymnasium there are windows above the bleachers for observers. WHen she looked up... It was lined with headless people.”

Everyone gulped, evern Terriermon was clinging to her arm .

“...But before she could turn around, the door slammed behind her,” Haruko stood up and took a deep breath. “BOOM!”

The camp burst into a fit of screams and goggles.

Haruko smiled softly looking around. It seemed it  was a good enough story. Everyone was commending her on a good story. 

“See? You did a good job!” Terriermon grinned. “You need to believe in yourself more!”

Haruko nodded looking at the flashlight. She should try.