Hiya! I’m Clara, 26 years old. This blog is an attempt to get back into writing! Anything X reader themed, it’ll be a dumpster for anything.

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Main fandoms: Bleach, Marvel (including X-Men), Uta no Prince Sama, Free! Iwatobi swim club, Arcana, Across the SpiderVerse.

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Logan ending:

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/xreaderdumpster/778982164721238016/x-men-karaoke-night

Ending one- Logan’s ending! Enjoy :) anything in italics is the lyrics to the song! Idk why but I chose You matter to me from the musical Waitress, give it a listen if you haven’t already!

Content warning: Alcohol, sweating, a lil angst but mostly fluff!

Word count: 1,240

Rogue grinned down at you as she held the microphone closer.

“Your turn, sugar!” She exclaimed with a wide grin. You chuckled before taking the microphone.

“Rogue, you know I can’t sing.” You replied. Rogue shrugged.

“And? Come on! Ya ain’t that bad. Certainly ain’t the caterwaulin’ from Scott. You and Logan are the last folks who ain’t sung yet. Live a lil’!” She argued with a playful shove of your shoulder.

Your gaze fell on Logan. He was leaning back in the sofa seat, scowling as he listened to Morph and Gambit ruining his favourite Rolling Stones song. Muscular, hairy arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes caught your gaze only for a moment before you looked away out of embarrassment.

There’d always been something between the two of you. An unspoken connection that brought about flirting, nicknames and extended glances. Each time he called you “darlin’”, you’d feel your heart pounding just a little faster. Part of you questioned whether he was interested in you and felt the same or you were just a passing interest. He would flirt with most of the team and you’d heard of his reputation to sleep with them as well. But he’d never slept with you. Not yet at least.

Morph forced a blue microphone into Logan’s hand. Logan shoved it back with a scowl before Morph leant closer, whispering something in his ear. Those eyes of Logan glanced at you again. He looked you up and down before cocking an eyebrow. It was a silent question of “Are we doing this?” You shrugged. Standing up from your end of the sofa, you walked to the karaoke machine, scrolling through the songs on the screen. Some cheesy, some classics. But one popped up that caught your eye.

“Have you ever seen Waitress, Lo?” You asked as he walked beside you. Despite the slight wobble in his walk, you wouldn’t be able to tell he’d had the most to drink out of everyone.

“The film? Yeah. Don’t remember there being much karaoke music in it though.” He grumbled with a quizzical look. You laughed slightly.

“They made a musical version of it.” Logan nodded in response, looking quizzical. The beginning of the song played through the speakers, slightly crushed by the quality of them. You simply nodded before starting to sing along.

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes.

They’ve seen things you never quite say but I hear.

Come out of hiding, I’m right here beside you.

And I’ll stay there as long as you’ll let me.

Logan’s features seemed to soften as you stole a glance from him. The air in the booth shifted, as if the world fell away and left you two alone in the universe.

Because you matter to me.

Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody.

You matter to me, I promise you do, you, you matter too.

I promise you do, you’ll see.

You matter to me.

There was only a seconds pause in the music before Logan’s part started. He seemed flustered at first, not knowing the lyrics properly but his voice carried through the microphone.

It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think

The things that I say just might matter to someone.

All of this time I’ve been keeping my mind on the running away.

And for the first time, I think I’d consider the stay.

You saw the confusion, the slight panic in Logan’s eyes as he registered what he was singing.

Because you matter to me.

Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody.

You matter to me, I promise you do, you, you matter too.

I promise you do, you’ll see.

You matter to me.

As the music slowed, Logan put his microphone on its holster beside the machine and turned towards the door. The song kept playing, the character Jenna beginning her unsung monologue as the other X-Men looked confused. Morph and Hank stood up as if to go after him but you didn’t notice. With the door closing behind him, you went after him, none of the others following the pair of you out of the booth. You called after him, asking him to slow down but he kept walking until he came outside. Logan stepped out from under the awning before quickly retreating when he felt the cold rain hit his face. You panted lightly as your hand held onto his shoulder in an attempt to stop him leaving.

“Lo, what was that about? Why’d you run off?” You asked. For a moment, he didn’t answer, the patterning of the rain and cars driving in the night being the only sounds around you. Logan turned to you, his face a cross between uncertainty and anger.

“Why the hell did you have to pick that song?” He grumbled. You raised an eyebrow.

“It… Was the first one that came up. It’s a good duet song.” You explained, not wanting to give him the real reason. Whether it was the continuing tensions between you two or the confidant surge from alcohol you weren’t too sure. Maybe both? But part of you wanted to use that song to confess your feelings to him. Cheesy? Absolutely. Corny as all hell really now you thought about it.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You loved him. Maybe this wasn’t the right move…

His eyes scanned yours, his hardening slightly when he spotted the lie.

“Bullshit.” Logan responded as he stepped closer to you. Your back hit the cold brick of the building as his hands braced either side of your head.

“Who put you up to it, huh? Morph? The Cajun?”

“P-Put me up to what?” You responded, confused and slightly frightened by his angered tone.

“Put you up to making me sing that in front of the rest of ‘em. They know I have-” He stopped mid sentence, Logan’s demeanor shifting. His face fell slightly as he continued “They didn't, did they?”

“No one put me up to anything! I’m sorry I chose that song! I just wanted to express how I felt about you and-” You were quick to cover your mouth when you realised the words coming out of your mouth. Logan’s eyebrows raised as you cut yourself off.

“You…Have feelings for me?” He said in disbelief. You didn’t respond at first but slowly nodded as your hands fell from your mouth.

“Yeah… I’ve had them for sometime.” The admission felt like a weight lifting from your shoulders. Until another weight took its place as he frowned.

“You’ve got feelings for me. That’ll never lead to anything good, sweetheart.” He admitted. You frowned, hands gently cupping his cheeks. His stubble prickled under your palm and fingers but it was almost… Nice.

“I love you, Lo. I know you’ll try to push me away but I’m staying right here. Like the song said… You matter to me. Plain and simple.” You whispered. Your eyes never left his. The falling rain seemed to ease as the ponding against the awning turned into light tapping. Logan opened his mouth as if to speak before closing it again. For a brief moment in the silence, he glanced at your lips. You glanced at him before meeting his eyes again. As if a magnet possessed you, the two of you stepped closer, crashing your lips into each other in an awkward but heartfelt kiss.

X-Men karaoke night

A choose your own ending fanfic! Ending parts to follow :) hope you enjoy!

Word count: 620

It was rare that the whole team had time off simultaneously. Even rarer that you all decided to go out together. The weirder part rather than either of these things occurring simultaneously was that the activity of choice was drinking and karaoke. You weren’t sure who suggested it in the first place, best guess being Morph. But the group seemed to actually be excited to do this. Probably more the aspect of getting absolutely trashed on a night off and not having to worry about missions or the end of the universe.

Scott had booked out a large karaoke booth to accommodate the 11 members of the team joining. The space was as you’d expect from a karaoke booth. Comfortable leather seats spanning 3 walls, a karaoke machine with microphones, a projector on the 4th wall, sound proofing material across the walls and a table in the middle. A drinks and food menu sat in a pamphlet holder by the door next to a phone. Apparently this place’s policy was that, if you wanted anything, you’d just call the front desk and they’d bring it.

As the group settled into the seats, a slightly awkward silence befell you. The slight inner anxiety that the team would be called for some disaster or some mission to disturb the evening. But Charles had ensured you that he had it all under control and to “go enjoy yourselves!” Logan was the first to break the silence with his usual gravelly huff as he got up and walked to the phone.

“Ordering a damn beer. Not doing this shit sober. Anyone else want anything?” He grumbled as he scanned the team. Most members replied with their orders. Scott, who you had sat next to muttered under his breath “Someone’s gotta be sober tonight. What if the Professor-”

“Scott, you gotta loosen up every now and then. We’re out on a rare team night out! One drink won’t hurt.” You chimed in with a grin. Scott pulled his lips into a thin line before sighing.

“She is right, you know. You should be allowed a night of fun like the rest of us.” Ororo reassured, gently patting his shoulder. Scott thought for a moment before asking Logan to order him a beer.

Soon enough, a tray of drinks were delivered by the young woman working the reception desk. Everyone clamoured to grab theirs. The moment the cool liquid hit the back of your throat, you sighed contently. As the group started drinking, the feeling of anxious tension that hung in the air began subsiding. Talk began flowing before Rogue finally stood up and wandered to the karaoke machine.

“How the heck ya suppose ta turn this thang on?” She asked herself, studying the karaoke machine with intent. Hank stood beside her, pressing a button that seemed to turn the machine on. She laughed before scrolling through the list of songs.

“Dang, there’s so many of them! How are ya meant to choose?” She questioned.

“Perhaps you and I should go first Rogue? Actually use the machine we came here to use.” Beast suggested. Rogue grinned, nodding as she continued looking through the set list.

“Oooooo how about this one?” She asked with a nudge of his side. Beast chuckled, grabbing the microphones. A familiar tune started. You laughed as Rogue began singing “Since you’ve been gone” by Kelly Clarkson with Beast trying to keep up.

The night wore on, more drinks being brought in, plates of snack foods soon following. You were chatting to Storm, laughing at how ridiculous some of the acts had been when the top of a microphone was pointed at you.

Logan ending: https://www.tumblr.com/xreaderdumpster/779008200003469312/logan-ending

Scott ending:

Remy ending:

Kurt ending:

Hank ending:

Asleep at the office

Really getting into Stardew Valley lately and recently married Harvey so wanted to do a short fanfic full of cliches!

Content warning: no gender for reader, only uses of cute nicknames from Harvey, Husband Harvey and pure fluff!

Word count: 614

The doctor’s office closed at 5pm everyday, that much you knew. But as the evening drew on, you grew worried. It wasn’t like Harvey to stay out this close to midnight. Unless there was an emergency of course. But he would’ve found a way to let you know, even if he sent Pierre or someone else to come tell you face to face. You walked from the farm to his office, nervously fidgeting as you went. When you got there, you knocked on the door. Silence. You knocked harder, making more noise but were met with further silence. How odd… You would’ve crossed paths with Harvey if he had headed home. You gently turned the handle and were surprised to find it was unlocked. Was he still in?

“Harvey? Honey, you in?” You called before crossing the threshold. Silence followed you like your shadow. The warm yellow light of his office was the only thing illuminating the reception and waiting area. You navigate the dark and empty corridors before reaching his office door. Peering through the window of his office, your heart melted at the sight.

Harvey was slumped over his desk, arms folded underneath his head as a makeshift pillow. Eyes closed, he faced the door with his mouth agape and drool glistening across his chin and pooling on his jumper. His glasses were askew but somehow still on his head. Beneath his arms were all sorts of medical records and notes. You quietly opened the door and stepped inside the room. You could hear a gentle jazz melody playing through his record player and light snoring came from his mouth. You had to bite your lip to suppress a giggle. You couldn’t help but find your husband’s sleeping state adorable. You whispered his name as you leant closer, gently coaxing him awake. Harvey still stayed asleep. You learnt even closer, raising your voice

“Harveeeeeeeey. My love, you should wake uuuuuuup.” You said in a sing-song voice. Harvey’s face scrunched up but he didn’t stir much beyond this. You raised your hand, gently brushing his lip and chin with your thumb to wipe off the drool. Finally, Harvey’s eyes blinked open.

“Honey? What’re you doing here?” He asked in a sleepy voice.

“It was getting late. I came to get you and you had fallen asleep at your desk.” You explained before kissing his temple. Harvey slowly sat up, groaning as he stretched his arms. He spotted the small patch of drool on his jumper that caused his cheeks to turn pink. You giggled again as you began helping him sort through the notes and files.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I got distracted going through my files and checking who I have to see in the coming season.” Harvey explained as he stood up, putting the files in their place. His office was always so organised and neat.

“Don’t be. I’m just glad you were here and safe.” You reassured, patting his upper arm “I made you some dinner, your favourite. But it’s 100% cold by now.” You laughed. Harvey turned the record player off before turning back to you. His dark eyes looked you up and down before smiling gently as his gaze settled on your face.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He said before gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You felt your face heat up at the sweet sentiment. He slowly leant closer and captured your lips in a brief kiss.

“You’re so kind to save me dinner, love. I could go for some of your cooking now.” He said against your lips before intertwining his hand with yours and pulling you out of the office.

Moon Knight playlists

After the X-Men playlist post I did, I figured a Moon Knight would work too! Includes 7 songs for each of the Moon boys and a short explanation as to vibes!

Steven Grant- Tiny Dancer by Elton John, Toothpaste Kisses by the Maccabees, Girls and Boys in Love by Rumble Stripss, That’s how you know from Enchanted, Lollipop by MIKA, Opening up from Waitress and Take a Chance on me by ABBA. Very pop culture heavy, probably has a playlist that he just adds anything he vaguely likes on it. Also wanted some of the soundtrack to be 2000’s British teen movie esque (think Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging or Bend it like Beckham).

Marc Spector- Antidepressants by bbno$, Lonely is a man without love by Englebert Humperdink, Xenophobia by Al-Namrood, Nine 2 Five by The Ordinary Boys, Army Dreamers by Kate Bush, You know I’m no good by Amy Winehouse and Born with a broken heart by Damiano. Lots of singers who give lonely vibes (see Amy Winehouse and Damiano) but I wanted a few obvious choices in the mix like Kate and Englebert as well as stuff I feel he would like like bbno$ and Al-Namrood.

Jake Lockley- Lose control by Teddy Swims, Alibi by Sevdaliza, Dinero by Trinidad Cardona, Sao Paulo by the Weeknd, To Ashes and Blood from Arcane, Maldita Muerte pt. 2 by Rey Mean and Por Una Cabeza by Carlos Gardel. Obviously, I wanted more Latin American sounding music hence most of the choices on this list. But I wanted a couple of options that were a bit sexier, a bit more sensual compared to Marc and Steven.

In the morning- Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

Another self-indulgent comfort fic featuring everyone's favourite Shunsui!

Content warning: Use of "petal" and "my dear" as nicknames, reader and Shunsui are married. Other than that, pure fluff!

Word count: 522

“You’ve got too many thoughts running around that head of yours, my dear.” Shunsui sighed downheartedly “Come to bed.” 

“Just a little longer. I’m almost done.” You urged, not looking back from the furious scribbling notes, dumping your thoughts onto the pages with abandon. It was late into the night, far later than you had realised. Shunsui pursed his lips, a frown crossing his features. Large hairy arms encircled your waist, pulling your back flush against his bare chest. “You’re ignoring the Head Captain’s orders, hmm?” He said in a low voice. Somehow, even after years of marriage, that voice had still sent shivers down your spine. Shunsui’s lips pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear. Each action gradually pulled your thoughts from the mess inside your head and began honing on his presence. His body heat, the weight of his arms against your stomach, the smell of cheap sake and sandalwood that wafted from him. It was alluring, all consuming. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stop and join him… You put the pen and paper down. “It… Would be rude to refuse the Head Captain.” You mused as your body involuntarily leant against his. “It certainly would be. Come to bed, petal.” He replied. His arms unfurled from around you before he stood up. You turned, following him diligently as you clutched his hand. You hadn’t realised he was fully naked before but the glow of the moonlight and the fading candlelight illuminated each muscle. The moment you entered your bedroom, a weight fell from your shoulders. Some unconscious burden you didn’t realise you were holding. The mere presence of Shunsui and the bed eased you. He crawled into bed, covering his lower half with a blanket as you undressed. His eyes never left your form. Usually, Shunsui’s dark eyes would fill with lust as you would peel away each piece of clothing. But tonight, there was no lust. Simply adoration. The kind you’d see from someone gazing at a statue of an ancient goddess in a museum. You noticed though Shunsui’s adoration was underlined with worry. You soon joined Shunsui under the bed sheets, naked skin caressing naked skin. His sturdy hands brought your body flush to his and began caressing the curve of your spine. Your hands rested against his broad chest as you absentmindedly stroked patterns across his chest hair. Legs entangled as the thought of sleep settled in your aching muscles. “Do you wanna talk about what’s going on inside that mind of yours, my dear?” His question broke the comfortable silence between you two. You contemplated it with half lidded eyes before shaking your head. “In the morning, my love. I just want to sleep in your arms tonight. Please.” You replied with a slight plea in your tone. He exhaled deeply before pressing another kiss to your temple. “Whenever you're comfortable, my sweet petal.” Shunsui mumbled against your head. You closed your eyes, feeling your heart rate beginning to slow and sync with his. You’ll tell him all your troubles in the morning over coffee. All you needed right now was him.

Omg my first Utapri request!! We love baby boy Otoya! Hope you like it :) Really wanna do more writing for Utapri!

Being Otoya's partner would include...

Steven Grant x Long distance! Reader- A postcard

I wanted to write more Steven Grant and found this postcard from the British museum that gave me ideas:

https://www.britishmuseumshoponline.org/ancient-egyptian-pharaoh-hoji-frog-greetings-card.html

No content warning, pure cute fluff!

Word count: 576

Flickering through your piles of mail was the least exciting part of your day when you had any. Bill, random take out flyer, local cleaning service, all the same. Except the little envelope right at the back. Your address was neatly written on the front and the stamp was almost perfectly placed in the upper right. The back was empty, no indication to the sender. Then you smelt it. A faint, unmistakable cologne. You knew only one person who wore cologne that smells of cinnamon and cloves. Steven Grant, your boyfriend. He’d sent you something, how sweet!

Your sofa creaked as you sat down before hurriedly opening the envelope. Inside was a simple greeting card. The front was from the British Museum, where he worked, depicting a painting of a frog in an Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh which made you giggle. Opening the card made small things fall out onto your lap. A number of small polaroid style photos, a small sweet in the wrapping paper and a piece of paper. The polaroids were of you and Steven, smiling into the camera at various museum spots. One was even a photo of just you from the side, staring adoringly at a statue of the goddess Isis. Your smile only grew as the fond memories of your museum hopping date around London came flooding to your mind. It was only last week but with your job and his, it kept you both apart. Long distance was hard at times but it meant you had days long dates, more memories. The sweet was a small chewy sweet a woman was handing out as a promotional freebie for the sweet shop you passed. The sweet was delicious, you ate it immediately. Steven didn’t, saying “I’ll save it for later, love.” but never saw him eat his. Finally, the piece of paper was a small menu from the Chinese restaurant you had both visited. He didn’t realise his bowl of soup was spicy until his cheeks turned red and he began panting. It made you laugh. On the menu, he had circled the items you’d both tried with little annotations. “Spring rolls- the veg ones were so good :D”, “This soup is WAY too spicy D:<”, “(Y/N) loved this! Will order next time <3”, etc. all written in blue against the black printed text. You put the items to the side before opening the greeting card.

“Hi love,

Hope you’re having a nice day whenever you receive this! Thank you again for such a wonderful day in London. I wanted to remember every second which I guess would be impossible as I don’t have photographic memory! But I did want to remember as much as I possibly could. So I’ve got copies of the photos too! Jake and Marc are jealous haha. But I’m so glad we can share these moments together. Know you liked the candy that woman gave us so saved mine for you :) You’re special to me. To all three of us obviously! But I feel you and I have a closer connection, wouldn’t you agree?

Every day since knowing you has been an adventure of the best kind. You make me smile every day just by continuing to breathe. Continuing to be you and existing in our microscopic existence. I love you, Y/N.

Sorry, I just rambled on a postcard. Have a wonderful rest of your day, darling!

Lots and lots of love,

Steven

Xxxxxxx”

Die with a smile- Shunsui Kyoraku x AFAB!Reader

I apologize for the angst but this has been worming it's way out of my brain for a month or so. Only recently did I realise how the hell I'd write it! Apologies in advance!

Content warning: Angst, mentions of injury, blood and death, mild spoilers for Bleach TYBW, she/her pronouns, nicknames of petal and my dear.

Word count: 757

“I’ll be fine, petal. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” Shunsui sighed, ever the calm and collected one. Even with holes pierced through his shoulder and stomach. You had been called onto the battlefield by Shunsui himself. Being a prominent member of Squad 4’s 1st relief team meant you were the perfect person to sneak into the Wahr Welt to heal the newly appointed Head Captain and his lieutenant. Your hands shook as you used your spiritual pressure to heal his gaping wounds. Slowly the holes stitched closed before your very eyes. Every second this war between the Soul Reapers and the Quincies kept going was another second you were worrying about Shunsui. He’d battled Lille Barro and needed to heal before continuing onwards. You had been running round, healing wounds left right and centre without a break. But it was only now did the fear really rest in your chest. Seeing Shunsui, slumped against a wall looking exhausted beyond comprehension, it broke your heart. A calloused hand brushed a strand of hair from your face before cupping your cheek. “Marry me. Once this damn war is over, be my wife.” He spoke determinedly. Your concentration faltered for a brief moment as your eyes met his. At first, your mouth moved without sound coming out. You were too shocked to process his declaration. Shunsui Kyoraku… The infamous ladies man who flirts with any gorgeous woman… Wanted to marry you? A smile and a half laugh left your lips as you focused back onto healing his wounds. “You couldn’t have waited until this was all over? You don’t even have a ring, you old bastard.” You mumble affectionately, which caused Shunsui to chuckle. “I’ll get you whatever ring you want, my dear. We can even go to the living world if you prefer.” Shunsui replied. You smiled more, your heart about to burst with love and adoration. “You know my answer. It will always be yes.” You said with a faltering voice. The overwhelming emotions bubbled to the surface as your hands kept shaking. His smile grew as his hands took yours for a moment. Groaning, he moved closer, wrapping his arms around you. His large frame covered yours as if he was a protective shield. Warmth and the subtle scent of iron and his cologne enveloped you as your arms wrapped around his waist. “I love you.” You whispered before pulling away. “I love you too.” He whispered back. As you pulled away, his hand plucked the blue hairpin from his hair tie, pining it to your robes. “A makeshift ring to tie you over.” Your fingers brushed against the cool metal, mouth hung open. “Shunsui I… I can’t accept this. It was your brother’s!” You protested before his hand gripped yours, planting several kisses to the knuckles. “I trust you’ll keep it safe until we can finally be married.”

Those were his last words to you. With a kiss once he had recovered and whispers of being safe, he rushed back into the battlefield. But without his initial knowledge, you had reached back to the Squad 4 barracks. Everyone noticed your giddiness and excitement amongst the fear and heartbreak of war. You were beyond elated to marry Shunsui. But it wasn’t long lived. An off-shoot of Lille Barro invaded, wiping you out with just one blast into a wall. Your breathing was shallow and wheezing, your heart rate slowing. In your final moments, you felt the cool metal of the hair pin, feeling Shunsui’s presence one last time. A smile crossed your lips for the last time. 

It was after the battle had ended, Shunsui’s next mission was clear: locate you. He knew you’d be back in the Squad 4 barracks, probably rushed off your feet and exhausted from being an incredible healer. It was only when Isane, the now appointed Captain of Squad 4, approached him that he knew something happened to you. 

“Where’s my soon to be wife, Isane?” He asked softly, a hint of trepidation in his voice. Her lip quivered slightly. “She… Was your fiancé, Head Captain?” She repeated, Isane’s voice shaking. “I asked her to marry me once we won. Now, where is she?” Shunsui insisted. Isane shook her head. “I’m sorry, Head Captain.” She held out her hand, his brother’s hairpin resting in her palm. His calloused fingers took the hairpin, a frown crossing his face. Though he didn’t show it, his heart was breaking. One of the few times he entrusted something so precious to someone he loved…