Unconventional Romances

A/n: Written on the day I was feeling flaily (when am I not?) and flailed around on tumblr about babies and manga and cute kids and I want to read more slice of life baby manga /sobs I am looking at you Gakuen Babysitters and Flat

Also, dedicated to wingingphrases and miwaneko for holding my hands while I sobbed

ALSO, I think I'm going to make it into a joke now, where people just break into burst into casually walks in Inukai's room. 

( ‘Well,’ Hiiro says, elbowing Naoto in the ribs. He walks into the room and deposits the child between Yuya and Mamoru. ‘We’ll be leaving you Mujitsu.’ And they leave. )

AKA that time I answered anonymous (and one not anonymous) questions on tumblr with micro-minifics
A/n: IDEK it was fun writing these though. But I think I should actually write (by write I mean post) the second chapter rather than these 'fanfics' pffft.



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( Reika/Inukai : OTP for life (also sometimes a cliche. But a cute cliche) )



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( Yuya would never do that to Inukai...! (Or anyone else, really) )



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( Yuya and Inukai are the best Bros though. Almost like sisters. No I kid. (Except not really) )



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This was written with my darling other half (thequeen451) last New Year.



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Title: It's destiny... or something like that
Fandom: secret-project!

A/n: Characters are from this secret what-project? Bro (articuno on tumblr) and I are working on.

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( The first time you see her, it was in a grocery store. She was happily chatting with her friend who looked like she didn’t want to be there and one of the store clerks who looked like he had too much energy to be handled by another other human being. )

Title: How My Heart Existed in Another Person's Body
A/n: This is dedicated to my other half, thequeen451


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( He didn’t know how he ended up like this, it happened somewhere along in middle school, maybe, when he became a helpless nerd. )

Title: Scent of Blood and Rust
Fandom: Original
Character/s: A Man, A Man Inside a Cage, A Boy from a Sack
Warning/s: Dark, allusions to torture and abuse and death
A/n: Written with anodized-aluminum from tumblr. It was fun o Ao



( “Don’t worry. This one is a lot more.. Fresh.” he says, and makes his way back to the sack, slinging it over his shoulder. The person inside groans: a high-pitched, squeaky groan of a someone in their early teens. )

Title: The Closed Spaces
Fandom: Original
Pairing: The Lonely Boy/M------- friendship
From: 500themes
Prompts: 8. Breathtaking reality.
A/n: Partially inspired by articuno and her pickles talk.

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( The Lonely Boy just frowns at him and then turns away. “Go away, M———-.” He feels a hand on his shoulder, and M———- is smiling at him, holding up a jar as if offering it to him. )