Basically what the title says! Oneshots are multifandom and not spoiler-free. I may also post OC content sometimes.
List of fandoms that have appeared so far:
- Bungou Stray Dogs
- Boku no Hero Academia
- Hamlet
- PJO/HOO
- Haikyuu!!
- Mo Dao Zu Shi...
Prompt 45: "I hate you more than you'll ever know."
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure(sorry I've been writing a lot for JJBA recently ToT but there are still a bunch of prompts left so don't worry my dudes)
Tags & warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurity, fluff, a bit of humor ig
Do I like this? Not really.
Is the overall tone inconsistent as hell? Yes.
Am I publishing it anyway? Yep.
Is this sad or sexc? Yes.
Actually I made a meme ⬇️
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I legit could not decide fam. But it's done now so I don't gotta think abt it anymore 🤪🤪
Enjoy ^^
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"Bruno."
"Hmm?"
"Do you like me?"
It almost sounded like a joke, when Bucciarati first heard it. A trick question, something to prompt one sweet nothing or another. He didn't peg Abbacchio as the needy type, so the query genuinely puzzled him. Swallowing his mouthful of pasta, he looked over to the taller man:
"What kind of question is that? Would I be dating you if I don't?"
Abbacchio forked a piece of tuna. The grunt he made sounded vaguely like an agreement, so Bucciarati continued with his lunch. Maybe it was a new-relationship thing? Flavorful squid distracted him from his train of thought; by the end of the afternoon, he had forgotten this exchange happened.
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"Hey, Bruno."
"What?"
"Do you like me?"
Bucciarati blinked. He remembered having been asked this before, but not when or why. Glancing up from his paperwork, he made eye contact with Abbacchio from across the table. Today's morning seemed to be moving incredibly slow, with all the end-of-month reports flooding in at the same time. Bucciarati felt a small urge to get up and open a window to let some fresh air in.
"No." He answered, smirking in the process — a smirk that Abbacchio mirrored. Looking back down at the documents, Bucciarati thought for a second before reaching over underneath the table. His foot brushed up against the side of Abbacchio's leg, and he held back a smile as he felt the other man look up and over to him, eyebrows probably furrowed in one shade of exasperation or another. Would that have been considered an appropriate answer to his question? Bucciarati wasn't sure, but at least now he would definitely have something to remember it by.
