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Hey.

@artistefish . And whomever else may be interested.

New JaPino fic incoming.

Character: Mammon

Contents: Fluff, tickling, teasing

Words: 270

Notes: A little gift to make up for my absence!

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“Give those back! I want one!” you protested, chasing Mammon around as he held a box, filled with donuts decorated to look like Little D’s, above his head and out of your reach.

“No, I want first dibs! If you want one, it’s gonna cost ya,” Mammon teased, his eyes glinting with mischief as he expertly dodged your advances.

“Ugh! You are impossible!” you huffed, poking the side of his belly indignantly. Unexpectedly, Mammon jumped, yelping and nearly dropping the box. He stumbled, fumbling with his hands to catch it without spilling any, before at last regaining his footing and scowling at you almost warily. “Don’t do that,” he growled, an undeniable blush on his face.

Your eyes lit up, visibly scaring him. “Are you ticklish?”

“Wh–? No! Of course I’m– hey!!” he snapped, his blush deepening as you began to chase him with outstretched fingers. “Stop it!”

the pier - shouta aizawa x f!reader series interest check - please rb if interested

ratings: 18+, minors dni

notes: based on a very odd dream, journalist/aspiring author reader, organized crime/gangs/yakuza, murder mystery, fantastical elements (mostly monsters and the like), no smut, shouta is married with children, the lov is shouta's ragtag group of criminal underlings. not possible without inspo from @fontanacollymore (ilysm girl)

warnings: dark content, horror, attempted sexual assault and murder (not by shouta), kidnapping and actual murder (by shouta), mentions of suicide that does not happen on-page, use and trafficking of drugs, lots of talk of violence and crime from various characters, mentions of psych wards character came from, probable but not explicitly stated age difference between shouta and reader, shouta is married to nemuri kayama but it's complicated on both sides

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe Characters: Sting Eucliffe Additional Tags: 5 Sentence Fiction, The stingue is mentioned, Or hinted I guess, Very loosely inspired by the similarly titled John Mayer song Series: Part 5 of A collection of five-sentence stories Summary:

I’ll order pizza, she replies.

"things you said after it was over" The arena is a good investment, objectively. It’s long past time for National City’s women’s soccer team to have a facility of their own, and it’s good press for L-Corp to provide it. That’s what Sam said all those months ago when the portfolio landed on Lena’s desk, and it’s what she said weeks ago when they scheduled this gala, and it’s what she said this morning over breakfast when Lena considered faking a broken arm in order to get out of it. It’s what Sam will say about the two additional portfolios Lena knows are waiting for her at home – ice hockey and softball, apparently – and Lena knows that Sam will be right.

The truth is that in the past seven years Sam has never once led Lena or L-Corp astray – never once except today, and that isn’t really Sam’s fault. Women’s sports is a good investment: viewership is up, merchandising is up, public interest is up, and Sam gets to take a lot of pictures next to extremely fit and mostly queer women which is definitely a bonus.

The downside – and it’s a big one, as far as Lena is concerned – is that Supergirl has become National City’s biggest advocate for women’s sports. Which means that she’s almost definitely here somewhere.

Ah, there she is. Kara has one arm draped artfully over a cocktail table, looking for all the world as though she’s leaning on it but Lena knows she mustn’t be or the table would be matchsticks. She’s wearing a version of the super suit done up to look almost like a National City uniform, and Lena wants to say that it looks ridiculous but it doesn’t. It really, really doesn’t. And there, ah, is National City’s team captain, one hand ever so innocently caressing Kara’s bicep while Kara leans in a little, smirks, asks a question in that low voice Lena remembers all too well.

Lena turns away. Sam was wrong – seeing Kara after all these years isn’t completely fine. It’s completely not fine, and she can’t stop picturing that player’s fingers running over Kara’s muscles, and she’s going to throw up or throw something or just throw a tantrum maybe.

She snags a ginger ale off of a tray to wash the taste of shame out of her mouth. It has been seven years, and she’s happy. She and Sam have built a life together, and it’s a life anyone would be incredibly lucky to step into. But still. Still. In the months after it all ended, when Lena was still at least ostensibly welcome among the super friends, Nia Nal had introduced her to the word ‘situationship’ and something had clicked for Lena. Kelly Olsen had sent an artfully worded four paragraph text message that essentially boiled down to: the most painful relationships to end are the ones that were never formalized, because nobody really understands what you’re grieving.

Lena never called Kelly to talk about it, although she believed that Kelly believed the offer was sincere. What was there to say? There was no explosion, no acute injury. Kara just… left. Gradually, by degrees, without any kind of malice or any kind of explanation. She just wasn’t around anymore. When Lena called to catch up or make plans, she was always busy. And one morning Lena woke up and realized that she always would be.

So, fine, it’s been seven years and Lena hasn’t processed it all, but she’s an adult and she can handle Kara Danvers getting all dressed up for the cameras and letting the local fuckboi lesbian jocks fondle her arms. That’s just. That’s just Tuesday in National City, and Lena can deal. Sam will be here in half an hour and in the meantime Lena just has to look at anything and anyone else and-

“Lena.”

Well. Fuck. “Kara,” Lena replies. She holds up her ginger ale by way of a sarcastic toast.

“It’s been a minute.”

“You’ve been busy.”

There was a time when Kara’s eyes might have darted back and forth between Lena’s, mouth twisted in confusion, hands twisted with concern. This Kara only smiles a soft half smile, like the ice in Lena’s tone is a little inside joke just between the two of them. She glances back at the team captain, now engaged in conversation with a couple of suits by the bar.

“Haven’t we all,” Kara says. “It’s nice to see L-Corp taking an interest in women’s sports. All that money for fine arts, I’m surprised to see you involved with something so… pedestrian.”

Lena genuinely can’t suss out whether this is meant to be a jab or an actual expression of curiosity, so she sips her ginger ale and eyes Kara over the top of the glass. Where the fuck is Sam? This is going to be the longest half an hour of Lena’s life.

“Women’s sports is a good investment,” she says. Inside, she’s cringing. Women’s sports is a good investment? Really? You say to the poster child for women’s sports in National City? Okay.

Kara smiles for real this time. “Isn’t it? I’m glad the corporate world is finally catching on. There’s some real talent here, real potential.”

Kara hasn’t aged a day. Lena is hiding a couple of grey hairs under an expensive dye job and she wonders suddenly, irrationally, if Kara can see right through it. Probably not. Would it matter if she could? It shouldn’t.

“Well,” Kara says when Lena doesn’t answer. And there, for a moment, is the Kara she remembers: that sheepish quirk of the lips, the anxious twist of the hands. “I should let you go do whatever it is you people do at these events. I just- I wanted to say, I-” Kara looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath. When she looks back down, she’s a vision of composure. “Well, I’ve missed you, and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I haven’t been around. But I’d like to catch up some time, if you haven’t lost my number.”

Lena nearly drops the ginger ale. The laugh that comes out of her is incredulous and involuntarily. “If I haven’t lost your number."

“I know. I just- I was in love with you, you know?” She laughs, and it reaches her eyes, like it really is the funniest thing. “And I knew you were never going to feel that way, and I just needed some distance. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my feelings, but I guess it turned out that way anyway, huh? But I’m- I’m good now. And you’re good, with Sam. So.”

The dizziness that comes over Lena is so intense that she sways for a moment on her feet. Kara tracks it, but doesn’t reach out to steady her. What she wants to say is, I was always going to feel that way, I always felt that way, I wanted you the whole time, I wanted, I wanted, I want-

What she says is: “I am good now, with Sam. But it was nice seeing you again.”

And then she waits. Kara half raises her hand like she’ll say something else, or touch Lena, or something - anything at all. She says, “Yeah. It was nice seeing you too.”

When Lena averts her gaze, Kara walks away. It’s better that way, that Kara should be the one to go. Lena doesn’t think she can do it. She thinks that perhaps she’ll stay rooted to this spot for the rest of her life. I was in love with you, you know?

Sam’s arms circle Lena from behind, and Lena, God help her, flinches before she realizes. Sam hums quietly, soothingly into the hair at her temple.

“How’s the party?” she whispers.