𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡

141 men finding out military!reader is only 19 after they break down from being overwhelmed and overworked??

✎ this idea bounces around my head a lot actually and now i have a reason to write it down finally :) i wasn't sure if you wanted them altogether or separately so i did it separately because it's easier lol. i kept it platonic and sfw!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, reader has a panic attack, descriptions of violence/injury/death, swearing, hurt to comfort, all platonic relationships, only half proofread

you're barging into the safehouse where he had said to rendezvous, gasping for air that your closed throat won't let through. the rifle held in your dominant hand is dropped as soon as the door is shut behind you, and you're clawing at the straps of your helmet and chest armor to get them off because it's too tight and it's too much and you can't breathe.

this wasn't your first mission. it wasn't even the bloodiest one you'd been on thus far. you could handle the gore and the death and the pure misery of the victims of these situations, because at the end of the day, you were helping them, right?

unless you were too late.

the family had been huddled in a corner, two children laying underneath their parents. there had still been two other rooms to check in the house, but you were running out on shaky legs.

he's in front of you now, looking down at you and asking if you're injured. you're sitting on the floor, heaving for breath and tears pouring from your glassy eyes.

"it's not- it's not fucking fair!" you cried out finally, trying desperately to wipe your face dry on your sleeves, but it only worked to redden your skin further. "why are these people doing this? how could someone be so cruel?"

he sighed softly, not knowing how to respond. the team didn't show emotions like this, they didn't deal with them, not like this. but they had all been here, where you are now. they had all asked why, again and again and again until the word lost all meaning.

"i mean, are we even really helping? god, these people are all already dead! why are we here? why- jesus fucking christ, why am i here?" you rambled; you weren't talking to him anymore. your voice was fizzling out, getting quiet enough that he had to lean closer to hear your unsteady words.

"i can't help these people," you sobbed. "i'm just a kid, i'm only nineteen, i can't- i don't know what i'm supposed to do! they said i was special! they told me- said i was so much better and smarter than everyone else, what a fucking joke!"

☆ simon "ghost" riley

he knew you were young, but fuck, if that didn't break his heart, there was nothing left that would. simon didn't talk to you more than any of the others on the team, but you were special, like a little sibling to the team, to him. always having enough energy and kindness to make up for the rest of them.

seeing you like this was a first, even for him, the man who had seen the worst of the worst. it wasn't like he was immune to emotions, but he had spent so long pressing them all down until he couldn't feel them that this was new to him again. all he could do was offer a hand on your knee that he hoped resembled something like comfort.

"we're almost done here. the heli will come for us soon," he said quietly. "you did good, like always."

he watched and waited with you while your sobs whittled away to sniffles, never moving his hand from your knee, where you had grabbed onto it with one of your own. most people knew not to touch him, that they'd end up with one less hand if they did, but you were an exception.

☆ john "soap" mactavish

at first, he doesn't do anything, just kneels in front of you and stares in shock. you're nineteen? you had always danced around the question that the team would tease you with, asking if you still had to work on your homework, but it was always a joke. now it wasn't.

instead of dwelling, john shifts and sits in front of you, almost hovering over you awkwardly as he tried to figure out what to do. sure, he was one of the more open people on the team, but when you're standing next to ghost, just smiling makes you look emotionally vulnerable.

he takes your hands away from your face and into his, placing them on your lap before gently holding your shoulders. "look, we're almost done here, alright? we'll be far away before you know it." that didn't help much, so he paused again.

the almost-distraught look on his face forced a giggle out of you. his worry turned to confusion, why are you laughing now? you probably shouldn't have been, but the big, scottish military-man fretting over you was kind of funny.

"alrigh', lass, at least something cheered ya up," he grumbled, but turned serious again right after. "higher-ups were right, ya know. you are smarter than the rest of 'em. maybe even smarter than us, yeah?" he said with a smile.

☆ kyle "gaz" garrick

it wasn't that long ago that kyle was where you are now, fresh out of school and eager to prove himself in the military. except it had taken him several years longer than you to reach where you both were now; he had had plenty of time to come to terms with the horrors he saw.

now he realized that you hadn't, because you were smart and you were better than most other people, so they had thrown you in, like a minnow in a piranha pond. by all means, you were doing wonderfully for your circumstances, but you could only keep going for so long.

he sat down beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, and wrapped an arm around you to bring your head down to rest on him. he sat with you quietly, giving you the time you needed to just get it all out.

eventually, once you're more calm, he breaks the silence with bad jokes that he definitely stole from simon.

"why do twitter users make bad soldiers?" you lifted your head to stare at him incredulously before he continued, "because, they're too quick to retweet."

☆ john price

the captain knew how young you were. he never told you, but he hadn't wanted you on the team at first; the second he was handed your file and saw your birthdate, he started protesting. but it wasn't up to him this time. he couldn't spare you from this, and he knew that it would always weigh on him. he knew he would always remember this, you, crumbling in on yourself in a heap on the floor.

john came down on one knee in front of you and started telling you a story about when he had started, how one of his first missions had gone so terribly wrong. you honestly thought he was just going to tell you to "suck it up" until he told you about one family he had saved during that mission, one that was still alive today. they still sent him letters, even.

"all you need is one good save, kid. and you've got dozens already," he murmured. he wouldn't say it outright, but you really were one of his best.

you remembered the child clinging to your back as you ran out of a collapsing building, the woman who's leg you had managed to get unstuck from fallen debris, the man you had stopped from being executed just in time.

price smiled once he saw he had gotten through to you and helped, at least a little, and roughly patted your shoulder. "evac will be here soon, chin up now."

Idk but im bored, do you bros/pals want me to open reqs? Or just send me any i'll see what i can dl w it 👍(i'll upgrade my navi if i got one)

hii! can i request some headcanons about reader / mc comes out to the brothers as nonbinary? i'm really confused with my whole gender identity and it's really frustrating but your works keeps me grounded.

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coming out to the brothers as nonbinary

includes: the brothers x/& nonbinary!mc (no pronouns specified)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

warnings: implications of transphobia (NOT from the brothers), threats of violence (NOT towards you)

a/n: thank you for requesting and i’m glad my blog is a safe space! i myself am a cis female so please correct me if anything i wrote blatantly harms or misrepresents the trans/nonbinary community. homophobes and transphobes dni. my inbox is open to chat or request!

pls reblog :))

➳ lucifer nods, tapping his chin. “thank you for telling me. i’m glad you feel comfortable enough to confide in me. i’ll do my best to use your preferred pronouns from now on.” you’re still a little nervous, and he notices. taking your hand, he squeezes it softly. “hey. i’m sure everyone else will have the same thoughts on the subject as i do. if you don’t want to tell them and keep this between us that’s fine too. and if you don’t know yet, that's perfectly fine too. i’ll be here for whatever you decide whenever you decide.”

➳ mammon accepts it pretty easily. “nonbinary, huh? that’s cool. if i mess up and misgender you punch me or something. i’ll try my best though, so i hope it doesn’t happen.” nudging you in the side, mammon grins. “am i the first one you told? oh that’s awesome! i knew i was your first man!” even with all of his celebration he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders untense, the way you let out the breath you were holding in. for once, mammon chooses to be tactful and doesn’t mention it, simply carrying on with his bragging.

➳ levi literally could care less. not like that though, ok? he’s just online quite a bit so he has more experience in LGBTQ+ spaces than his brothers do, meaning he’s pretty used to people coming out or questioning their gender or sexual identity. “that’s really cool! that’s for telling me! this is just like a show i watched called ‘my favorite person came out to me and i still love and support them wholeheartedly’!” he tells someone in his headset to hold on a moment, he’s busy, shooting you a grin while he does so. “what pronouns do you want me to use, again?”

➳ satan has heard of this nonbinary thing, of course, but hasn’t really had any actual experience with someone who identified as it. he wants to be as respectful and accepting as he can be and resolves to do some in-depth research the moment he gets a chance. “thank you for telling me, mc. i’ll do my best to use the right pronouns and refer to you as you wish to be referred to, so please, do not hesitate to correct me if i get it wrong.” looking over at you, he has an idea. “do you have any websites or anything i can look at? i want to be the best ally i can.”

➳ asmo just rolls over to face you, tracing a finger down your cheek. “that’s cool! thanks for telling me.” at your confused expression (you had expected more of a reaction), he laughs, flapping a hand in the air. “what, you think you’re the first person to come out to me? i’ve had countless people i’m close to over the years experiment with their identities. gender is such a fluid thing, and it changes so much with each new decade. i’m glad to see people becoming more accepting than they have been in the last few centuries, though.”

➳ beel is serious about the situation, cutely so. “thank you for telling me. i’ll do me best to support you and use the right pronouns.” pulling you into a warm hug, he holds you for a moment, soothing all of your frayed nerves. you lea into his touch, grateful for it. “and,” he whispers lowly in your ear, “if anyone gives you a hard time over it let me know. i’ll take care of it. and them.” a moment passes, silently, and then he’s pulling away from you, smiling like he hadn’t just threatened to do… something to people who wouldn't respect you.

➳ belphie admits he’s a little out of touch on current human matters like this. cheeks red, he has you explain in greater detail, nodding when he finally gets it. “oh that’s fine. thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. i’ll do some looking into it and educate myself. and i’ll definitely try my best to use the right pronouns and stuff from now on.” for once he’s fully alert, normal sleepiness abnormally gone from his expression. “correct me if i get wrong though, okay? and this doesn’t really change anything between us, so don’t worry about it.”

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Amgst are superior

Hey doll!

Hope you are doing well! I really enjoyed my match up with Sanzu! (Even thought up of a self indulgent one shot about it for myself (not posting it)! Thank you for such an amazing match up and idea for that to be possible!)

I've seen from your post that you want some requests so I thought I would send you one!

If I could please request a Hanma X reader angst? Maybe with how Kisaki disliked that Hanma was becoming less available to help with his plans, and he thinks you're the reason for that. And so you have to be taken care of? Preferably reader death but you can decide ultimately what happens. After all, this is your writing and you need to be comfortable.

Don't feel like you have to push yourself to accept this request. I understand how this is not everyone's cup of tea and not everyone likes writing angst to this level.

If this makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to write it, please feel free to just ignore this. I just feel like Hanma angst 😅

Please take care of yourself and remember you are loved! ❤️ Thank you for even reading this ask! ❤️

A/N: Waa thank you very much for your kindness! this is my first time for angst so I'm pretty nervous for this one.(y'all if you're an angst writer maybe you could give me tips on how to do better)

TW: mentions of death, murder(?)

A nuisance. That's what you were to kisaki. A nuisance to his plans. you were always taking up hanma's time. And oh how he despised you for that he wanted you dead, and he will make sure that he has you dead. unbeknowist to you the male has already started planning for your own death.

At a summer morning hanma recieved a call from you and before the phone could make it known he already picked it up.

"Hello?" he asked

"Hanma! hello! it is I your most beloved lover!" you exclaimed. a chuckle was heard from your phone making you smile. 'I managed to make him laugh!' you thought

"Ah! right anyways I was thinking if you wanted to go on a date with me. you see I found this new restaurantand thought we could go check it out together and make it a date."

He laughed glad you were still as loving as you were before

"Sure" he answered

"Really? yay! then see you at my home 1pm bye!" and with that you hang up.

already heading towards your apartment, he heard kisaki's voice now normally he wouldn't interfere wanting it to be a surprise but when he heard him saying your name curiosity took over him. peeking over he saw kisaki and a man he doesn't know talking.

"As I said you'll strike y/n when they're alone got that?" he said

"Loud and clear boss" he answered while snickering

He was surprised to say the least. y/n was going to be killed. and what's worst was that they were bound to be killed by the person who made his life bearable to live in. walking towards you home he was troubled. who would he choose to betray? kisaki, who made his life a circus or y/n whom he fell in love with. either way he knew whatever choice he made it would result in a great amount of loss. arriving to your apartment he ringed the doorbell which immediately got a response. kicking your door open you smiling when you saw your boyfriend.

"Let's go!" you said and hooked you arm with his

snapped out of his thought, he looked at you and smiled before nodding

"So, where is this new restaurant you're saying? he asked

"it's just over there" you said pointing to the left

it was a walking distance from your apartment. arriving the restaurant you were greeted by the sound of bells signaling your entrance.

"Welcome" the waitress said

taking both of your orders, she smiled before leaving you two alone. and once again hanma was lost in thought and you being his lover, knew it was unusual. after all hanma was never quiet. worried you called him

"Hanma?"

he looked up to you to see your worried. quickly erasing the thought, he smiled and went back to his usual self which in a sense, comforted you. smiling, you told him about the latest gossips in your school while he listened with a smile

'if you learned your fate, would you be smiling like you are now' he wondered

leaving the restaurant after gladly eating the meal, you held his hand as he walked you home.

"Y/n" he called

you looked at him with a smile, wondering what he was gonna say.

"no. nevermind" he said unable to tell you

"I see.." you responded

Arriving your apartment, the both of you said your goodbyes to each other. that night you slept peacefully however hanma couldn't. daybreak arrived and he finally made up his mind. picking up his phone,, he called you hoping you'd pick it up.

"hello?" you asked

"ah y/n, can we meet up at a park?" he said trying his best not to let out a sob

"Hm? sure! what time?" you asked

Ah, how innocent he thought

"Now would be preferable" he answered

"Now? ok!" you answered already getting out

Arriving the park, you saw him sitting on a bench. smiling you approached him only to frown when you saw his bloodshot eyes. worried, you cupped his face and asked

"what's wrong?" you asked worry laced in your tone

"Y/n, you know I love you, right?" he asked

"Yes?" you answered confused as to why the sudden question

"You love me too, right y/n?" he asked another peculiar question

"Uh yes?" you answered

As if your answer was a trigger, a knife was plunged in your chest. your eyes widened as you cough out blood. it hurts you thought. but what hurted you more was because the one that stabbed you, was hanma. you looked at him with a questioning expression but gave him a smile before you finally passed out.

"I love you y/n. and if you were bound to die anyways, I'd prefer it'd be me that would kill you" he said before pulling the knife out.

his eyes was lifeless. kneeling down, he touched your body. it was cold, there was no pulse and the bleeding wouldn't stop. he was sure you were dead now. He was smiling, why was he smiling? he wanted to scream, to cry yet why can't I do it?

I loved y/n I really do but maybe we met at the wrong life time. maybe in another life we could be happy we could have children, maybe we could do all the things you want to. but that's just in another life.

Important notice.

I know some of ya'll would think why I never write here, its just idk man I lost my fair share of interest in writing, beside this fucking blog of mine is literally memory rummage of my 2021-2022 self and idk I just feel weirded out when I looked back at it.

And beside I'm sorry but I'll be archiving this blog and yes I'll be moving blog, to where? Idk not telling hehe, if you see this just think of it as a silly grave for xevrq.

And yes I'll still be reblogging shit on here, have a nice day.

you you remind me of lets see beidou yea beidou 😋😋😱😎😰😨🙀🤯😀

Beidou?! The hot ass captain of the crux, the hottest electro women, my own main?! 💀💀 bro i feel so honored /srs

AH, ITS OKAY TAKE UR TIME!! don’t forget to rest!!

-anon who requested a part 2 of akito fic

ANONNN AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THE IDK HOW LONG THE DELAY OF REQUEST IS, AND EXAM IS NEARING TOO IM SO SORHEHDUSJ

I hope reblogging your works is okay

Absolutely love you work the one had me crying but I didn’t cry enough may I request Mitsuya angst where the s/o get caught up in a fight and dies or like dies in his arms sorry for my English bad

❀ PLEASE DON’T GO | TOKYO REVENGERS

— mitsuya realizes the pain of lost

; w i t h mitsuya takashi

; w a r n i n g gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, angst, hurt no comfort, mentioned canonical character death, reader death, au - canon divergence, established relationship, scenario

; a / n set in one of the futures where touman went to shit

; l i n k s similar works are my hold on for me series. song title

Mitsuya remembered.

When they were fifteen, he had attended a funeral. It was Emma’s. He remembered seeing Draken up front, back straight but a sense of melancholy hanging all around him. His face was blank but his eyes were dark, a sea of waves that carried his tears flashed on those eyes.

Draken didn’t say anything but other than Mikey and the older Sano, Mitsuya knew that he was the one hurting the most. The girl he loved was right in front of him, only cold, only dead.

Mitsuya realized.

It didn’t matter if you were fifteen or if you were twenty-one. Lost does not get easier. It doesn't get easier with time. Nor does it get easier when you’re older. Because the fact that you lost someone, someone you loved with all your heart, doesn’t ever change.

Despite knowing that this was the path Touman chose, that this was the path that led them to the underworld, Mitsuya never imagined losing someone while he walks this road. He never thought about being in the same pain Draken was in, not even the pain Mikey nor Chifuyu carries on their shoulders.

Mitsuya stands there, feeling his heart drop to his chest as he kneels down to catch you.

Instead of anger bubbling inside him as the perpetrator runs away, gun in their hands, fear only stirs deep in his stomach as he catches you.

It had happened too fast, almost faster than he could blink. One moment you were standing right beside him, talking with a small smile as the two of you passed by an alleyway on your way home after a Touman meeting; on the other, a gunshot rang out and Mitsuya was reaching out as you tip forwards.

Blood starts to bloom on the front of your shirt, painting it a sick color of red as your eyes are wide in shock and pain. Your mouth is slightly agape, trying to take in breaths but your pupils are dilated.

Mitsuya fumbles for his phone as the other hand pushes on the wound, your head on his lap. It had barely missed your heart but the shot was lethal and you could die of blood loss and go into shock.

“Y/n? Y/n? Hey, can you hear me love?” He mumbles, almost hysterical as the phone keeps on ringing. Why wasn’t Draken picking up? “Please Y/n, just- just keep your eyes open okay?”

He can’t call an ambulance, he can’t call the police. After treating you, the two of you would get arrested for being members of Touman. It would save your life but only for a while. You were most likely to get the death penalty with him, Touman is known for its cruelty after all.

Mitsuya picks another number. He doesn’t know who he’s calling this time but he knows that it’s one of the captains, hopefully, someone near them. Blood is on his hands and it’s warm and it’s leaving your body, leaving you on the brink of falling asleep forever.

He puts it on speaker, putting the phone down on the concrete and pressing both hands on the wound instead. “Y/n, hey… You’re alright- you’re alright.”

Mitsuya tries to smile. All he knows is that it’s teary and it’s fake.

You were staring at him, lips quivering and eyes blinking slowly, trying to see, trying to focus. “You’re doing good. Just keep on taking deep breaths for me, okay?” Please don’t go.

Nahoya is the one who picks up. “Yo, Mitsuya. Need anything-”

“I sent the location. Y/n’s bleeding out.”

“Got it.”

Short and firm, Nahoya hangs up. Mitsuya trusts that he’ll be here with backup and their assigned medic. Hopefully not too late.

“Hey, you know that it’s my birthday in two weeks right?” He holds you closer, counting the seconds that passed by, counting the seconds left before you completely bleed out.

Your eyelids were heavier now, gaze a little more unfocused from all the blood lost. Breaths a little shorter than before. “You said that you had a surprise for me,” he laughs but it was joyless, only filled with so much desperation. “You better give your best in surprising me.”

He blinks and his tear lands on your cheek. Only then does he notice the small smile on your lips. Don’t smile at me.

It’s as if you’re trying to form words with your gaze.

Don’t look at me as if it’s the last.

Lips quirked up just a little more as if telling him that it was going to be alright.

Please don’t go.

A few more tears leave his eyes and land on your face. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

I don’t want to attend another funeral.

I don’t want to lose another person.

Time ticks a little faster.

I don’t want to lose you.

When a car skids to a stop right beside them, Nahoya and Souya stumble out with a few more vehicles behind. One of the trained paramedics approached Mitsuya but he dares not let you go.

A second too late. They were a second too late.

You had closed your eyes and it wasn’t long before you had stopped breathing right before him and Mitsuya can only hold you.

Why is he ginger 😧

I found this blessing picture of lee and I just felt the need to share it. UGH the amount of detail in this... HEART FUCKING EYES MY GUY

✦ synopsis; hugging their s/o from behind

✦ pairing(s); heizou x gn!reader, kamisato ayato x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

✦ tags/genre; fluff hcs

✦ wc; 382

✦ notes; originally just for heizou but i ended up writing for multiple- and thank you to @reddriot for the help w childe~☆

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Heizou loves hugging you from behind. It's something that occurs on a daily basis, whenever he feels like it. It's an impulse that he doesn't control, not that he would want to anyways.

It's warm. His hugs are warm and full of energy; sometimes, he'll jump on you and sometimes, he'll slip his hands right through your arms. He loves burying his face in your back or shoulder, and his legs will be wrapped around you too.

Sometimes, he'll sneak in a quick peck here and there, and if you try to move away from the hug before he wants to let go, he'll hold on harder. "Hng, don't go yet ヽ（≧□≦）ノ"

KAMISATO AYATO

Whenever he wakes up, he'll hug you from behind- even if the sun just rose or the sun is about to set. It's one of his greetings to you, and if he's the first one up, he'll greet you as soon as you wake up.

Ayato's hugs are warm and playful, he loves to bury his head in your neck. He'll pepper you cheek with kisses, saying, "Good morning, love." There's always a tease here and there, and when he gets up to continue his work in his office, you always end up missing him a little, even though he's just a few doors away in the same house.

Ayato will usually never show much affection in public, but if anyone hits on you... he'll be sure to appear behind you and place his arm around your waist and warn them appropriately.

CHILDE

Childe isn't around much, but it's his surprise greeting whenever the two of you meet. He'll surprise you with his hug every time, and every time he manages to surprise you, even if you know it's coming.

Childe's back hugs are more on the quick side; he wants to see your face, especially with how much he missed you. He'll quickly switch over to a front hug, just because he likes that better just a little.

If you're being hit on, and he's there to see it, he's behind you in an instant. He'll put both hands around your waist and place a quick kiss on your cheek, and there's no question as to why that the flirter's expression suddenly changed to fear.

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