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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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hi! idk if you're still doing the prompts but if you are #47? whatever pairing you're vibing with atm 😊 -🦥

HELLO! first of all, the pairing bot gave me malum after it gave me cashton twice but i didn’t feel like doing this for cashton so i wrote it malum, hope that’s cool. ALSO. one day i am going to write a real proper epistolary fic, mark my words, but for now this is all i have to offer you. i know it’s rather different from like. a Normal fic. but i had fun writing it so :)

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Dear Calum,

My mum suggested I write you a letter because of the whole data thing in Brazil. I don’t know what that really means but apparently calling would be extremely expensive so I’m doing this now. Maybe it’s weird. Don’t really care. Deal with it.

So how is Brazil? I don’t know the time difference. Wait, I can look it up. Google says 13 hours. That means you’re a day behind me half the time. I’m in your future! It doesn’t look good for you, Cal. Future is pretty grim. If I were you I would stay in the past. Although by the time you get this it will be way in the future for both of us…oops. Oh well. I tried.

Anyway. What was I saying. Brazil? How is it? Hot, I bet. Probably playing loads of football. Luke and I have been playing FIFA but it’s so not the same. He sucks at it and he doesn’t even cheat because he’s boring I guess or has “morals” or whatever (his words not mine). I miss playing FIFA with you. Always beating Luke is not fun. Okay it’s a little fun. But I still miss you. As soon as you’re back you’re reclaiming the player 2 controller. Did I mention that I miss you? You probably get it.

What can I update you about here? There’s not a lot to say. Nothing has really happened. At least not in my life. Oh! I can tell you a secret but don’t tell Luke I told you because he will definitely kill me. Not that you have any way to reach Luke. Don’t go behind my back and write a letter to Luke telling him I told you this. Anyway: Luke fancies Ashton! I totally got him to admit it during one of the FIFA games I mentioned. It was almost cute if I’m honest. He turned really red and got all blushy and stammery. I am now wondering if I should meddle or not. On the one hand, Ashton must like him back, right? Have you seen the two of them? I don’t want to deal with intra-band sexual tension. Unless it’s ours. We’ve already claimed the “insufferable band boyfriends” role though, so do we really want this to happen? I don’t really know what I’m arguing anymore. I don’t think I’ll do anything for now. Will keep you updated in case anything dramatic happens. Then again I have no idea how long it’ll be before you receive this. Something very dramatic might happen while this is in the post. Let me ask my mum. Okay she says it could be two weeks. That’s fucking long. You might just have to come back and get the Luke/Ashton updates in real time.

Besides from that there isn’t much to report. Everything is the same. Except I’m a lot lonelier now. This is what you’ve done to me Calum. I’m returning to my natural introvert state. I need you here, Cal!! Otherwise I’ll just have to become a turtle and by the time you’re back it might be too late.

I’m joking by the way. I hope you’re having a good time at football camp. Making new friends and learning Brazilian(?) Portuguese and kicking everyone’s arse and showing them up. I’m sure you are. I just miss you lots. :( Counting down the days!

Sending you lots of kisses and cuddles through the post,

Mikey

Dear Michael,

I don’t care either! I think writing letters is cool. We’re like lovers at war. Except neither of us are going to die. Probably. (Some of these footballers are CRAZY good. You never know!)

Actually, Brazil is pretty nice. It’s winter so the days have actually been not too hot, thankfully. It’s exhausting enough playing as it is. If it got any hotter, I might actually pass out. Forever. They’d have to ship me home in a body bag. (Are those only for dead people? Maybe not a body bag.)

It’s been almost two weeks since you sent your letter (I assume you sent it soon after I left?) which means there’s a good chance this one won’t get to you until I do, but in case it does I’m going to write and post it anyway. I hope by now you’re getting on better with Luke. If I’ve said it once or a million times, you guys have a lot in common and I really think you could be best friends if you weren’t both such stubborn shitheads. Which I say in the nicest way possible!

Of course Luke fancies Ashton, he’s liked Ashton since…honestly I don’t know when. Months and months at least. And Ashton clearly likes him back. I’ve never seen two people less capable of hiding their feelings. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before. Please tell me you decided to meddle in the end. You’re right, we can’t handle more sexual tension in the band. Don’t worry, they can’t possibly be more insufferable than we are. We are the most annoying boyfriends on the planet. We’re writing each other letters. Basically, it’s best for everyone involved if they get over themselves. Suck it up and kiss already! My friend Gustavo agrees with me. Also he says hi. (Well he says “oi” but I translated for you. See, I can do stuff like that. Kinda cool, right?)

I miss you too, you know. Very much. This might sound weird, but I keep having dreams about you? Like…I’ll be dreaming about whatever (usually football these days) and then you’ll just be there. Clearly my subconscious also knows I miss you. You know Ashton says that when you dream about someone, it’s because they’re thinking about you, so I hope that’s true. It’s kind of a cute idea. I hope you’re thinking about me. I’m thinking about you. Obviously. A lot. A lot.

There is one thing I want to tell you, though. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this, and the more I think about it the crazier it feels, but also more right. So…I think I’m gonna do the band. Not football. This is cool and all, but everyone here is so scary good, and…I don’t know. Maybe this is stupid but I don’t like the idea of a future without you when I could have a future with you. Like with the band, I mean. And I know it’s not the most practical dream, but imagine how cool it would be if it actually worked out. You know I like a challenge. So, anyway…that’s kind of where I’m at now. I’m going to keep thinking about it for the last two weeks here, but I don’t think I’ll change my mind. Don’t tell anyone, please. I just wanted to tell you as soon as I knew. My parents are going to be soooo mad. Not excited to tell them, but this feels like the right decision.

Anyway…this got weirdly deep. Sorry. Here’s something super not-deep to make up for it: one of the football coaches here has a dog whose name in English is pasta! PASTA! (It might be apple. Apparently they’re the same word just spelled differently and the Brazilians here can clearly tell the difference. I cannot. But I think it’s way funnier if the dog’s name is pasta so I’m going with that. Not that apple is much better? Imagine seeing any dog at all and thinking, “You know what this dog’s name should be? A common food item.” LOL.)

This letter is so long and I’m running out of space on the page and I also really need to go to sleep! The boys are telling me to turn off the lights. I miss you so much. Football camp is fun, but I can’t wait to be back. Counting down the days!

Thank you for the cuddles and kisses I am sending them right back to you,

Cal

“Oh my God,” Michael mumbles into Calum’s shoulder, “you smell.”

Calum laughs, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on Michael. “Seriously? I haven’t seen you in a whole month and that’s the first thing you say?”

“Ugh, I missed you so much, but that’s boring to say, you already knew it,” Michael says, drawing back to kiss Calum for a second. Then he buries his face in Calum’s neck. “Seriously, I’m not joking, if you ever leave me alone for that long again, I will die.”

“You had Luke. And Ashton.”

Michael groans loudly and overdramatically. “Ashton is busy with family stuff all the time and don’t you dare compare yourself to Luke.”

“We’re going to talk about this,” Calum says. “You’re going to be friends with him if it kills me.”

“Then prepare to die,” Michael says. Calum laughs, pressing a kiss to the slope of Michael’s neck. “I tried, okay? I promise I did. I said in my letter we were playing FIFA! Did you get my letter? I didn’t know how to check if it ever actually arrived.”

“I got it,” Calum says, stomach lurching with nerves. Ignoring them for the moment, he squeezes Michael and then steps back to give him a full once-over. “I loved it. It made me laugh. God, I really missed you, you know?”

“Join the fucking club,” Michael says, smiling. He’s been smiling this whole time, Calum realises; he’s just good at sounding like he’s whining even when he’s smiling. That’s probably the most Michael thing Michael can do.

“Alright, boys,” Mali says from a ways away. “Come on. Let’s go. And seriously, Calum? You hug Michael but not me?”

Calum throws his arms around Mali, and Mali wraps him in a hug. “Missed you,” Calum says sweetly in her ear. “Thank you for coming to get me. And for bringing Michael.”

“You’re welcome,” Mali says drily. They separate and Mali just gives him a small smile. “And I missed you too, you punk. Come on, you both. Baggage claim awaits.”

Mali takes off and Calum lingers behind until he can throw an arm over Michael’s shoulder. Michael leans heavily into him. It’s been so long since the last time Calum had Michael in his arms, but it’s so immediately familiar that it almost knocks Calum off his feet.

“So…” Calum bites his lip. “Did you get my letter? I sent it just after yours arrived, but I don’t know if it got here before me.”

Michael shakes his head. “Nope, nothing.” Something in his voice tells Calum he’s making no mistake. He’d probably checked the mail every day, just to see. There’s a pang in Calum’s chest, all mixed up with the anxiety flitting out to his fingertips from inside his rib cage.

“Oh,” Calum says. “Well, there was something in there that I wanted to tell you, but I guess I’ll just tell you now. Um.” He drops his voice to a half-whisper, clears his throat. “I don’t want to tell Mali or anyone yet, but…I decided I’m not going to do football.”

Michael jerks. “What?”

“I want to be in the band,” Calum says quietly. His heart is racing, but at least it’s racing towards the finish line instead of away. This is the right decision. He’s…ninety-five percent sure. That’s enough to know. It has to be enough to know. “I just, you know, football is fun, but music is more fun. To me. And anyway, um.” He rubs the back of his neck. “If I have a choice between a career that has you in it or one that doesn’t, I choose you. Obviously.”

“You’re gonna be in the band?” Michael repeats lowly, looking over at Calum like he’s seeing something he’s never seen before. “Seriously? You’d give up football?”

Calum shrugs, nods. “Yeah. I know my parents are going to kill me, but I don’t care. This is what I want.”

Michael stares at him. “I love you,” he says, and then kisses Calum too fiercely to give Calum adequate time to process that.

By the time they break apart, he’s processed it. And as he inhales to catch his breath, licking his lips, he knows with one-hundred-percent certainty that this is the right choice.

“I love you too,” Calum says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Where Michael is concerned, it usually is.

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stuffofsin · 5 years

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Omni - BNHA various x Reader PART 1

WARNINGS: Swearing and random shit :3

This is just PART 1 when second parts out I will let you know

(Honestly scared hhhh)

Sorry reader is female... soz people :(

If you are wondering Omni means all :3

(You should know the keys by now...)

also, idk what happened to my writing style here cause it sounds to fancy for me

I also skipped the entrance exams cause... that's too much effort AND tell me who should be a love interest or love rivals cause im a clueless bean

NOW HERE WE GOOOOO

I guess it's in the third person/first? idk it's confusing me

powers - scarlet witch and future vision (only activates in sleep atm)

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A peaceful morning, the light of the sun peering into the room, all is cal—

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEE-

"ughhhhh" a girl groans as she hits the alarm, breaking it in the process 'ughh now I need to get a new one...' she thought. As she gets up as slowly as possible, 'wait what day is it? why did I have my alarm set?' "WAIT ITS MONDAY" she yelled. Rushing to get up, and get all her stuff ready seeing as she forgot to do so the night before too tired to care, grabbing her notebooks and grabbing her bag.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT" she shouts running out her bedroom with her uniform on, running to the kitchen and getting some toast and throwing it in her mouth. Running her hand through her Blonde hair to flatten it out (I have short hair so if you do too just ignore) and ran out the house, she ran all the way to the train station and sat patiently waiting for the train to arrive while eating her toast.

Time skip seeing as im just writing random stuff now

Your POV

'hm wonder what's gonna happen today? my future vision didn't activate last night... I wonder what's wrong with it (I know kinda bullshit but like... I can't explain right now)' I think as I walk through the entrance of UA, 'oh my god I can't believe I got in, oh god what if the people in my class don't like me ahhhhhh' I think panicing. I look down at my schedule,

Class 1-A

Homeroom - Aizawa - (insert room number here?)

(insert other classes here)

'ok ok ok ok ok OK, I think I know where to goooo... maybeeee... ughhh im the worst with directions, they really should have guides at every turn just so new kids can't get lost' I think walking through the seemingly endless corridor, till finally, I FOUND IT. I look at the time and see there's still at least 5 minutes till class started so I just try to find a seat, as im walking around the classroom for that PERFECT seat I see a guy with blue hair and glasses scolding this other guy for having his feet on the table? wtf? WAIT I FOUND A GOOD TABLE!

'awawawawawawawawa' I think as I rush to that seat before anyone else could even think about claiming my territory, as I get there the door opens again, a boy with... green hair???? ok then also what's up with the freckles I mean they make him look cute but... nevermind, suddenly I hear that guy with the glasses say "it's him" WHOS HIM??? (I should prob mention you forget things easily) WHO IS THIS PRECIOUS LOOKING BOI??? will this question ever get answered? idk, whelp 'OH SHIT THE WHOLE CLASS IS JUST QUIET AND LOOKING AT HIM WHAT HE DOOO??' I think as I too join in on staring at the broccoli boi, like legit he broccoli... that's just what imma call him now. "UMMM HI?!" he says nervously, my god that's kinda... cute? shit, just then the blue-haired... 'wait WHY DIDN'T I QUESTION THE HAIR BEFORE???' walks up to him honestly the most hilarious movement I have seen in a while like shit. oop now he's introducing himself but I ain't bothered to listen to him imma just not talk to people today... yeah that sounds great I can talk to them tomorrow or something... 'wait... what if people try to interact with me??!' you then panic and blame your social anxiety for not letting you interact with people like a normal person.

'broccoli boi looks nervous... honestly same' then my mind wonders to some funny shit I found on Tumblr 'hhehe... sand is heterosexual glitter heheh... WAIT OH ME GAH CUTE GIRL ENTERING..! wait broccoli boi blushing... hmmMMM' "If you're here to just make friends then you can pack up your stuff now"... 'is that a caterpillar? shit nevermind that's our teacher... he looks intimidating...' "welcome to UA's hero course... it took 8 seconds before you all shut up, that's not gonna work" this... Caterpillar man says as he gets out of a sleeping bag. "Time is precious, rational students would understand that... Hello im Shota Aizawa your teacher" he says looking at the class tired af, shit he's more tired than me...

"right let's get to it, put these on and head outside," he says pulling out a gym uniform from his sleeping bag, idk if we can all fit in that one uniform bu- nevermind there's enough for all of us im dumb.

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imma just leave it at this since im tired

Hope y'all enjoyed this part

critics on how I write appreciated

hhh im dead honestly...

but yeah should it just be some boys x reader or all the boys, including some girls here and there idk, I was planning on just calling the mc (main character for the uncultured) pansexual cause... that's how I identify... idk up to you,

I will write the next chapter at a point in time cause yeah... I got one day left of school for the term so hopefully, update soon!... that's fun...

hope y'all have a good night/day

Part 1 of ?

#BNHA #BNHA x reader #my hero academia #mha #my hero acadamia x reader #x reader #various x reader #bnha various x reader #mha x reader

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ktrsvo · 6 years

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well the prompt I have for you is from the book (but I keep picturing the movie Simon so its definetely a cross over? Idk)... In the book after Bram realizes who Simon is he overhears Abby talking to Nick about Simon and some guy named Cal, thats when he gets jealous (totally is during that email where he tells Simon hes glad everything is working out for him).... WELL, I wanna see Bram's side of it you know? Because I have this feeling that Bram liked Simon WAYYYYYY before he knew Simon was gay

ocean eyes

Simon has an idea on who Blue is, but he isn’t Bram.

guess who just rewatched love simon w/ her friends today? (this is gay culture) so here’s a quick one, fellas, im in a mOOD :-D

Bram rereads the email an extra couple times, and honestly? There’s nothing on this stupid planet that can make his scenario any better. Not Sam Smith songs, and certainly not sad Reddit sob stories. Nothing, nada, zilch.

To his right, Garrett’s going on about some dumb, freshie stoner kids who were caught dealing behind the bleachers just a few days ago. Something about ziploc bags, spray-paint canisters, a couple hundred bills of cold hard cash. He even mentions a Cadillac - though Bram’s not paying enough attention to see its relevance to the story.

A waitress comes by to plunk down their orders, but Bram’s not hungry. Not anymore. So his plate of chocolate chip waffles sits untouched, until Liam reaches over and pulls it towards himself. At one point Garrett shoulders Bram to gain his input about, what, the mechanics of boob physics in anime - but since the current look on Bram’s face is saying, “I don’t give a shit right now,” in practically bold neon letters, Garrett claps him on the shoulder and thankfully lets it slide.

Liam isn’t having it, though. Christ. His eyebrows knit together tightly, the way it always does when he’s puzzling over his girlfriend’s texts like he’s looking for cracks, some hidden undercurrent of deception, and, really, Bram wants to tell him to please, back off, but.

It’d only pique the guy’s curiosity. Get him onto Bram’s case like some certified Blue’s Clues super sleuth. Fucking Sherlock Holmes 2.0.

“You okay, dude?” Liam says, leaning over the table on his elbows. Trying to catch a glimpse of the secrets stewing on Bram’s phone screen. Like, oh no, what could they be? His own girlfriend’s messages? Videos about titties bouncing?

Well, it’s probably a good thing that Bram’s about as straight as a curly straw.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. It’s been a really rough day,” Bram says, trying to casually shove his phone inside his pocket so that Liam won’t focus on him as much. And it works. So good for Bram.

Later that night, when he gets back home after enduring that hour-long rundown of the amazing dribbling techniques that apparently won a school not from their district a national gold medal, the first thing he does is flip open his laptop. Naturally.

Then, this is where his critical thinking skills come into play - the difficult part. God.

Bram resists the urge to face-plant on his keyboard.

Jacques - no, Simon, as in Simon Spier - doesn’t think Blue is Bram. Doesn’t suspect it’s him. Apparently the image on his mind is some dreamy, blue-eyed artist who’s presumably from his theatre class. Some boy with a nice singing voice, and a 64-pack of Prismacolours and superhero comic books stuffed inside his Kanken bag, probably.

The image assembles itself from Bram’s superficial observations of the seemingly highbrow, artsy types in their school. Theatre kids, all of them. Lovers of The Secret History, photography, minimalism, flowery prose, and Romance languages.

In Bram’s head, they’re gathered in a blinding stairwell that smells vaguely of nail varnish and resin. Wearing white Chuck Taylors with phrases inscribed along the vamp, the laces removed and looped around the hooks of their boyfriend-cut jeans. Amor vincit omnia, one reads in a purposefully messy scrawl.

And another - dulcius ex asperis - in slanted handwriting. All wide spaces. Narrow letters.

Yeah, sure. Cool.

Okay, Bram doesn’t know where he’s getting at - it’s probably the resentment that’s talking its traitorous mouth off - but the point that remains is this: Simon has a crush on someone. And that someone isn’t him.

Which is fair enough, if Bram’s thinking about the whole matter from a logical standpoint, all subjectivity aside. It’s not like Bram is the only person out there who fits the criteria Bram’s been hinting at in their messages. Like, lover of Oreos? Unofficial Night’s Watch Member? Really? Bram knows this one guy in the cafeteria who eats the stuff everyday. Inhales it like it’s oxygen, and he’s on lifetime support. He could probably be into Game of Thrones, too, for all Bram cares.

Come to think of it, he was wearing a House Stark shirt this one time, one with a really detailed direwolf and that green escutcheon -

Bram shuts his eyes.

Groans.

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So, that boy Bram’s been thinking about? Mister Ocean-Eyes aka Simon’s version of Blue?

Cal Price.

He overhears Abby and Nick discussing it one day, as he’s walking to class. Not the Blue part, of course. They don’t know about that. No one else does. Unless Simon told them, which is unlikely.

“Think it’s Cal that’s on his mind?” Abby says to Nick in a voice low enough that only someone really paying attention can discern. “Like, Si was looking at him weirdly during practice yesterday. It was really sweet, y’know. You should’ve seen it.”

“Weirdly, as in -?” Nick makes a face Bram can’t see, but it makes Abby giggle and shove at him playfully. Meaning it’s an expression of the lovesick persuasion.

Abby lets out another snicker. “Yeah, like that!”

Nick shrugs. “Well, maybe, then? Seems like it, I guess?”

Then, the two of them round the corridor and disappear into the Global Issues classroom, the traces of Abby’s laughter somehow lingering in the air. Like a spritz of perfume.

Bram’s hands tighten where they’re gripped around the straps of his backpack.

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……..

Anyway, it looks like things are working out the way you wanted them to. So, good for you.

Blue

Bram doesn’t bother looking the message over before he clicks on “Send.”

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…..

Can we just pretend none of this ever happened and go back to normal?

Simon

Honestly, if only Bram could.

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He could, Bram finds out the next day, when he accidentally locks gazes with Simon.

When Simon gives him that smile - that small, half-moon smile Bram is so, so weak for.

He could, Bram thinks, looking away quickly, blushing.

He most definitely could.

#this is a fusion of the movie and book but it’s more svthsa tbh i guess?#honestly when i think of simon i can only picture nick robinson now too lmao #sometimes i have lots of free time so i can do more prompts then i guess?#idk #my writing #love simon #svthsa #simon spier #bram greenfeld #spierfeld

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