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strawberrytoki · 11 months

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kiss it better

sakata gintoki x nurse!reader

a/n: this is my first fic ever! I hope you enjoy :)

word count: 1,141

c/w: none! just toothrotting fluff and kissing.

It was yet another excruciatingly hot day in the land of Edo, and Gintoki was not exactly having the time of his life. He lay on the couch, fully sprawled out and lazily fanned himself with that week's JUMP manga. He let out another guttural groan and threw a shoe at shinpachi, hitting him in the head.

'' Oi, be of use and go find us something to cool ourselves with."

Poor Shinpachi rubbed his head, scowling at him. "Broke as you are, you're the one with the funds here you know?"

Having given up on the possibility of negotiation, gintoki picked himself up and made his way to the door.

"Where are you headed?" kagura questioned.

"I'm getting us some ice lollies, it's all we can afford anyway."

And so, gintoki headed out on the street, dragging his feet in a lazy demeanor and looking for the ice lollipop vendor. After eventually finding him, he bought a few, popped one in his mouth and started making his way back home.

Something brought his journey back to a halt though, or rather, someone.

There you were, moving boxes in to the house across the street, with some help from the moving truck drivers. You were clad in your scrubs, indicating that you were either heading to, or coming from work. The beads of sweat on your forehead and slightly disheveled hair suggested the latter though.

You and the workers were wrapping things up as gintoki got closer to passing your residence. He noticed that you rushed into your house and came back out with a plate of what seemed to be....homemade strawberry shortcake.

You offered some to the workers and flashed them a bright smile. They eagerly accepted, got in their truck, and rode away.

You noticed a curious pair of eyes set on you, and turned to acknowledge them.

"Hey there, you live around here?" you asked, greeting him with a wave.

"Huh? oh yeah yeah, right around the block actually, I run the odd jobs place." He said, staring into the sky and scratching his head, trying to feign nonchalance.

"I've heard quite a few things about you guys." you announced

"Our reputation precedes us, that could be either a good or bad thing." Gintoki pondered.

"Good things." you continued, almost as if you could read his mind.

"Ha, I see, though I find that hard to believe..." His mind drifted to his less-than efficient partners and their lackluster resumé. "So you're a nurse, right?"

"What gave that away?" You joked "but yes, I am one, now if you excuse me, I have to get myself out of these scrubs. It was nice meeting you...?"

"Gintoki. Sakata Gintoki."

"Pleasure, I'm (name)"

Days passed by since gintoki's encounter with the new captivating neighbor. He often found himself thinking about you and the delicious treats you'd bake from time to time, they were so aromatic, he could smell them when he stepped outside. He also found himself thinking about the warm smile you'd flash people and wondered what it would feel like to be a cause for one.

Gintoki then thought of what he felt was the most brilliant idea he's had in a while. "KAGURA." he shouted.

"What?" Kagura entered the room with sleepy eyes.

"I need you to injure me."

"Is that because you want the nice lady down the block to treat you? She's way out of your league and wouldn't settle for you, you also carry with you the stench of poverty whereve-"

"Can you do it or no? Goddamn it." His patience was clearly running out.

"Fine..." Kagura then knocked gintoki out clean, with a quick hit to his left ankle. Even though he was in tooth-gritting pain, he was still a man on a mission, so he made his way out the house and towards the direction of your house.

"ARGHHHHH" He winced, holding his head up in pain and limping.

you were taking your bag out of your car, preparing to head inside when you heard someone shout in what seemed to be agonizing pain. It was your neighbor Gintoki, limping around with a swollen, almost futile ankle.

"Oh my god, Gintoki are you alright?" You hurried to him, holding him by his side and heading towards your house.

"Yeah it's no biggie, just a minor injury." He answered. You helped him into your house and slowly helped him descend into the couch.

"How'd this happen?" You questioned him with concern all over your face. "Just some rascal with his motorcycle." He made up a lie on the spot. "Hmm, that's odd...there are no skid marks on the ankle."

"Yeah...I guess it was a new motorcycle..." He looked around, trying to sell his lie.

You went to work straight away, helping treat and wrap up his ankle.

Afterwards, you served him a slice of pie you had made the night before, which he enthusiastically annihilated.

"Don't do anything to strain your ankle, and you should be fine soon!" You smiled at him, glad that he was now okay.

"Yes ma'am. Thanks again for the pie, do I owe you anything?" Not that he had any business asking, as he didn't have shit to his name.

"Nope! service on the house! take care now." You sent him off, not thinking much of what just happened.

Meanwhile, Gintoki marched home, feeling triumphant over this little encounter. He already had a few ideas of what was to come next.

Over the next few weeks, he'd fake several minor injuries just so he could see you, and get a little treat out of it. At first, you were unsuspecting of him, thinking he just had a streak of bad luck, but eventually started catching on to his tactics.

One day, he stumbled in your house holding his head and groaning.

"I have the meanest concussion right now..."

"Sit on the couch, I'll treat you in a minute."

Having figured out his cunning scheme, you were planning on confronting him, but not in a direct way. You took a cold compress and started making your way towards him.

"You know...for someone with a concussion, you seem to have found your way to the couch quite easily." You inched closer, still holding the compress to his head.

"Uh..uh yeah I suppose it's a mild one." he started to look around, avoiding eye contact.

You slowly put the compress down, still looking him dead in the eye and inching closer yet again. You then pressed a firm kiss to his head, right where you were holding the compress, and watched him turn into a blushing mess.

"This should help make you feel better for now, and the next time you wanna visit, know you don't have to be 'injured' "

Gintoki just sat there, for about five minutes. Dumbfounded, and not knowing how to respond.

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lilac-5ky · 1 year

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Hi there! Your writing is awesome!!! I love your headcanons and fics as they feel so spot on ❤️❤️❤️

I have a request if you are accepting - imma be angsty today - do you have any headcanons for Gintoki when he realizes he loves someone who was in love with him too late?

Thank you for this awesome blog!!! Makes my day to see posts!

A/N: Hi! It's been ages since I've done a request, but I was feeling generous (bad about being this lazy) and thought I'd give it a shot! Turned out more like a mini thing than headcanons lmao oops. HOPE THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH, HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING FOR GINTOKI IN AGES, and THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WORDS! Hearing such lovely words is enough to make my day!

Warning: Didn't proofread .-. Angst

Gintoki was a bastard. Nothing new or foreign in particular. Everyone acquainted to the silver-haired samurai could name at least 10 negative traits of his, struggling to name just one good quality that would redeem him.

Everyone, except of you, that was. You didn't see Gintoki as the lazy, parasitic, sleazy, sadistic, gambling-addicted drunkard (wow he really has a lot of negatives) they made him out to be. You saw Gintoki for the kindhearted man that he was. The one who went around risking the color of his soul just to save another. The one who was whatever those around him wanted him to be: a friend, a brother, a hero, and why not a lover?

Admiration turned into Infatuation, tricking your heart into thinking you loved him. You'd linger around Yorozuya, offloading whatever menial task you could think of just for the chance to see him. Be it cleaning the leaves from your porch, killing that one cockroach that had sneaked in (one that had him running laps around the house while screaming for help) and even being your plus one to the wedding of a friend.

You dreamed of a day when you wouldn't have to come up with excuses for his company, and seeing as there were only so many times you could call him up to unplug your toilet before you ran low on cash, you decided to pour your heart out.

Kagura and Shinpachi knew. So when you asked Gintoki if he could meet you at your place on his own, they dolled him up and sent him your way with a "Good Luck" whose meaning he didn't quite understood until he saw you cradling a heart shaped box of chocolates-- plush cheeks flushing red, while pink lips curved into a shy smile.

"Gin-toki," the name shattered on your tongue. "I... I love you. Go out with me, please."

He stared at you for quite a while, as if you'd just uttered the world's most complicated joke. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or ask you if he knew what kind of crap you'd spat, and him being eager to verify his reputation chose the second.

"The yard seems clean enough to me. I'll be going now," he said, rejecting not just you, but the boxes of chocolate as it fell open onto the ground.

The next few hours were the hardest. Sleeping on the same pillow where you daydreamed all about your future with him felt like sleeping on glasses of your shattered dreams. Not even an answer, not a single explanation. He'd broken your heart with such ease that it terrified you. How plausible was it that in this new era of canine looking Amanto and flying cars some alien had taken over his body and wore it around like a heart-less, soul-less puppet?

Denial.

It was easier to deny all that had transpired and pretended it never happened. You even passed by Yorozuya the next morning, willing to give this another chance, telling yourself that man wasn't Gintoki. But when you saw his apathetic face reading the newest Jump and picking his nose even in your presence, you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your puffy eyes.

Anger.

It didn't take long for you to join the ranks of Gintoki's haters, seeing the man as nothing short of the Devil himself. Every terrible thing that happened, you pinned on him. Bumping onto the kitchen cabinet? He was jinxing you from afar. Running out of gas in the middle of town? He must have stolen it while you were asleep. A terrorist attack nearby? Weren't those goons Gintoki's old war-pals? Every natural phenomena, every misfortune of this world and the next was Gintoki's fault. Love? The mere notion that you once loved him made you laugh. Hatred was all you had left.

Bargaining

With each passing day, you felt your fury redirecting at you, gnawing and clawing at your insides, while small "What If's" plagued your mind like maggots. What if you hadn't confessed that day? What if instead of your place you'd called him to a restaurant? What if you'd gotten a different brand of chocolates? What if--

Depression

You couldn't remember when the last time you'd gotten out of bed was. Balled up tissues framed the four corners of the room, the tears contained in them enough to cause a shipwreck. You didn't want to see anyone anymore, afraid that if you did you'd spot a resemblance between them and the man your heart longed to see the most. You didn't hate him anymore... you missed him. You missed the sound of his name so badly that it threaded itself between pitiful chokes and sobs like a rosary.

You missed him.

Acceptance

The days in your calendar kept shifting until a month had passed. Taking baby steps, you'd done your best to return to an inchoate routine. You woke up, washed your teeth, showered, checked the functionality of your toilet's flush, ate breakfast and went to work, where you stayed until the stack of paperwork diminished, and until you were rewarded for your efforts in the form of a promotion. Your coworkers cheered for you, and for a moment life felt good again because you'd stopped searching for the familiar hue of a silver mop.

You were fine.

The route Gintoki took to and from the pachinko parlor he frequented was predetermined. On hot days, he'd stop by that one ice cream joint with the world's greatest (and most affordable) soft serve. On cold days, he'd trade that for a warm bowl of red bean soup. Then he'd be on his way to the convenient store to grab the latest Jump and finish his day with a drink at the old hag's place.

Gintoki always took the same route, except of that one day he hadn't. The worn-out soles of his black boots carried him in the opposite direction of all those places and even home, bringing him to stand outside the two-floor house with the porch that needing cleaning regardless of season; your house.

He hadn't heard anything from you since God knows how long, and why would he? No one needed to remind him how much of a jerk he'd been, for the words in his brain repeated like a broken record he couldn't afford fixing. He was worse than a jerk. A despicable caricature of a man that couldn't own to the fact that he'd grown fond of you the same way you'd come to love him.

The look of absolute endearment whenever your eyes spotted him, a look that didn't change despite the crudeness of his actions. He loved that. The shaky fluctuations in your tone whenever he'd sit close enough to feel your hair tingling his face. He loved that, too. The smile that shone as bright as the sun itself and the little hand that waved at him -gosh, how he longed to hold that hand in his and compare the difference in size- goodbye. He loved that all so much. Too much. He loved you.

Or else why would he be standing out there when his beloved weather girl had issued a thunderstorm warning?

With his hands buried in his pockets, Gintoki circled the picket fence of your porch, head tilting between the wooden cracks at a chance to see your face. How was he supposed to start? Would an apology do? Would letting himself be beaten by that rusty rake or drenched from head to toe by your garden's hose do? How many "I love you's" would he need to spell out to convince you he was any less of a bastard than you made him out to be? What would it take for your forgiveness?

His fingers weaved through locks of silver, threatening to pluck them out. If he told you the truth, that he thought you deserved something better than a basket case samurai with no more than 300 yen in his name, he'd seem like a complete idiot. If he told you that the ghosts of the past he'd tried so hard to evade were catching up to him, you'd mistake him for a coward. And if he selfishly grabbed your hand and forced it against his chest, he knew he'd never be able to hear the three little words that directly countered those you'd said before.

"Gintoki, what are you doing here?"

The track of guilt gave way to the sweetest melody known to his ears, hope daring spur him on. He wore his gentlest smile and turned around to face you, the same hope digging like a knife inside his wretched heart at the sight of fingers -ten, in total- intertwined together, five of them belonging to you and the other to a man whose face didn't matter. All that mattered was the joy plastered on your pursed lips, one he saw fade away the second your eyes locked. One that was meant for him no more.

"The yard seems clean enough to me," he pointed beyond the fence, boots diving in the first of Ketsuno Ana's warnings as the sorrowful record resumed.

"I'll be going now."

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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃? sakata gintoki.

❦ ━ cw. pregnant reader, it’s gintama.

masterlist.

❦ ━ request. Headcanon for Gintoki finding out his fem s/o is pregnant with his kid after he got a vasectomy a year before? 🫢 if you’re comfortable

“hey, did your boobs get bigger?”

[name] scoffed as she slapped gintoki’s hand away from her tender breasts and continued stirring the contents within the pot that they were going to eat for dinner.

“a ‘honey, i’m back’ or a simple ‘hello’ would’ve been nice.” she mentions as she turns around to face her lover only to find him wearing his signature bored expression paired with the usual picking of his nose “and i think they’re just tender, probably my period starting soon.”

“well, that’s not good.” he mutters, propping his face on his hand that used the table for support “no sex for an entire week is too much for a man-” gintoki paused as he noticed [name]’s face turn pale and before he knew it she was dashing to the toilet with a hand covering her mouth.

[name] felt like shit and she was worried. she’d been frequenting visits to the toilet more often than usual. her stomach felt queasy almost all the time. she was tired even though she had stayed in her house for a few days doing nothing and she felt discomfort in her pelvic area.

all that would’ve been an indication that she was getting her period soon except there was no sign of blood for what had been the past two weeks which was why she began to worry that she might just be pregnant.

but she couldn’t be pregnant right? gintoki had told her that he had gotten a vasectomy the previous year so just what was the issue? whilst flushing the toilet from all the liquid that she’d thrown up, she decided that she was due an appointment with the doctor.

“congratulations you’re 3 weeks pregnant.”

[name] blinks at the woman standing before her who was previously scanning the papers set on her table.

“i’m sorry? i didn’t quite catch that, would you mind repeating that please?” she asked the doctor who sent her a kind smile whilst repeating her words.

“it does explain all the symptoms you’ve been experiencing.” [name] physically felt her thoughts jumble all together as she tried to make sense of it all.

“how is that possible? my partner underwent a vasectomy last year.”

“although it is quite rare, there are cases where vasectomy's fail, your partners tubes may have grown or the doctor that had cut the tubes may have missed the vas.” the doctor explained and [name] bit her lips as she processed the information.

“is there any advice i should follow?” she asks curiously and the doctor tries to calm her with a gentle smile.

“i would advise you to avoid caffeine, try to exercise whenever you can, sleep a lot, drink plenty of water and ask your partner for some massages.” [name] mentally noted these down as she began to take her leave, once she had finished thanking the woman and was almost out of the door, the doctor added one more thing.

“try to avoid situations that may cause you stress.”

‘oh boy.’

"something the matter?" gintoki asks once [name] returns from the washroom with a defeated look on her face and she takes a seat on the couch.

"can you get me a glass of water, please?" she requests and gintoki was about to send her an odd look which meant get it yourself but something about her condition worried the man and he placed the jump in his hands down.

“here you go.” the woman props a pillow behind her back and takes a sip of the water before clearing her throat and facing the man seated on the table before her.

“wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he places a palm on her cheek and caresses it softly.

“i’m... pregnant.”

gintoki freezes. laughter follows shortly after the silence “honey, april fools was months ago.” upon her serious expression, his laughter dies down and he stares at her accusatorily “have you been cheating on me?”

“gintoki, what the fuck?”

“no, that should be my question, i had a vasectomy.”

“yeah, well it was probably a failed one, i mean where did you get the money to even have one performed on you??” gintoki paused going silent and allowed the situation to sink in.

“so, you’re actually pregnant?” he asks and [name] nods her head in confirmation.

“oh gosh,” he clutches his head “i’m not ready to be a dad.”

“really, what makes you say that?” his lover sarcastically asks and gintoki deadpans at her “no need to be mean.”

“all jokes aside gin, you’ll make a great father.”

an offended gasp escapes his lips “are you calling me bald and boring?”

the pregnant woman begins to regret her words “gin-”

“how’d you know?” he whispers as he pulls his toupee off, exposing his balding head.

[name] stares at him in silence for a few seconds before leaving the house.

“wait, honey, come back!”

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uhhidkkenny · 7 months

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Hello lovelies!!

I’m Kenny, I’m 23, I like anime, and I want to potentially write somethings on here! I was curious what things you guys might be into. This is gonna be my first post so I don’t expect much engagement but I’d like to make mutuals too and figure out how to make my posts pretty😭🖤 Please help me out or just let me know what you guys might like to see.

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sl33paholics · 5 months

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── sl33paholics one-shots ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

One-Shots

Nothing here atm...

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ginhiji1318writer · 1 year

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Sundown (Ginhiji) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/330111727-sundown-ginhiji?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Theauthorangst&wp_originator=Y3ZM6A2dHmgHmn0o3D6B8DOQMXRb8PgorBUP%2BO5qvqVZbdXv5qQEkuVBnfi32p2r3QiEjrljjgQ2rn6GPvckmgc%2BaFI31HR%2BxQRpNIkLUBQ8fZhreus1N%2Fk0yDGyGfHz Oneshot story on Ginhiji, a little romantic encounter. This is the first time i've ever posted something, so... everything that could possibly happen, including hackers, enjoy. Characters and the Gintama universe are NOT mine, credit to Sorachi for that.

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seneon · 11 months

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I'm so sorry i didn't know about this lmao >¬<

Can You please do a Abyss x reader oneshot ? (i don't know for an idea I'm really bad for idéa sorry T-T) but whatever You write i know it would be amazing <3

I really don't know what to say sorry ahah :')

featuring. abyss razor x fem! reader — oneshot.

genre. romance | fuedal japan! alternate universe.

synopsis. in which, abyss was sent on a mission to capture an infamous criminal but in reality, he saves her.

notes. 1.8k words | taken and edited from my oneshot book ANGELS in wattpad. this is originally a kamui (gintama) and rin oneshot. anyways, abyss is actually so pretty 😭😭

abyss razor roamed through the underground red light districts of yoshiwara — old tokyo, with the samurai lord he served under, abel walker.

they were oblivious to it, but women had their eyes on the fellow samurai.

the ladies whispered among themselves, wondering who these attractive young men were.

the samurai men had striking features, good height, their eyes, and overall, their serious demeanour. they wore fine clothing, showing everyone they work for the shogun, prominent and the best in their field.

a mission was what the two were on, in seacrh of a few criminals to murder. each samurai was given a different task, abel receiving the more brutal and heinous criminals and abyss receiving orders to search for intel.

but abyss never intended to search for intel upon stepping foot in this... all glorious district of endless entertainment.

it bore him to know that many samurai came here to have fun with women and drink their night away, immediately spotting a few rivals of his, drinking.

abyss' sole purpose of coming here was to find for a certain woman.

ah . . . a woman that held a great place in his organ called heart. never would abyss himself thought he would be looking forward in a search for her, a recently known villain.

"abyss, go west. i will search east. we return at six in the middle of four directions," abel said before vanishing in a flash, heading to the east for his mission.

the said male scanned the area and started to move his feet to collect as many information on you as he can.

there were oiran making their way to customers of prominence, dancers, sake, music and light all around the place. it was a place abyss wasn't very fond of, for he preferred silence and a time to solitary.

what he needed now was a change of clothes. citizens had their eyes on the samurai, growing weary of his idea of being in a red light district. so he went to the nearest shop to buy a cheap kimono to disguise himself.

abyss quickly picked up the clues that was given to him as a starter from the palace. now he has a lead, that you were a master in disguise, and there was a well-known brothel that recently recruited a skillful courtesan.

that brothel was the first place he went to as a normal customer looking for a service.

"greetings. may i ask for kitsuhime oiran?" he asked the receptionist, as the male shook his head.

"kitsuhime-sama is currently serving a customer, but our other courtesans are available for you, sir."

"it's alright. when will she be free? i'll pay you in gold for an audience with her."

the receptionist hesitated to answer the offer abyss gave him. it had not been the first time men had brought up gold for their best courtesan in their service.

"uh, she should be free in two days. if you could wait sir, we'll—"

"how does a hundred gold sound to you?"

"uhm... i'm not sure if that's how it works.."

"a hundred and fifty."

"sir.."

"excuse me, what is going on?" another male voice asked, standing beside abyss in hopes on lending a hand to the troubled.

the receptionist perked up in hope. "ah! haru-sama! this fellow customer wanted an audience with kitsuhime-sama, and he keeps raising the wage. i don't know what to do..."

the male whom the blue-haired male assumed was a high ranking staff in this brothel placed his fingers on his chin, thinking hardly. his dark red scanned from top to bottom, before letting out a sigh. "guess there's no choice. did you bring the goods?"

rin nodded, stashing a bag of gold onto the table. "when can i meet the courtesan?"

"right now. her schedule is empty, since her customer went out for a small errand," haru said as he quickly counted the gold. "one hundred fourty two, three... one fifty... deal. you have fifteen minutes at most. this way, sir."

the male with red eyes led abyss through the huge brothel and abyss wished he at least waxed his ears temporarily from the erotic sounds he kept hearing throughout the whole place.

he felt relieved when they ascended, the noises disappearing behind them. abyss believed they were heading to the highest and most off-limits floors, a high-class area.

haru stopped at the room right at the end of the floor, opening the door while stepping aside for the customer to head in. he walked in after abyss, shutting the door behind him.

abyss grew alert at the sound of the door shutting, his eyes looking around the room.

"kitsuhime-sama! you have an unexpected audience," haru said, abyss taking a glance behind to have his eyes widened in sheer shock.

he froze at the sight of haru slowly peeling himself off. only to reveal a completely different person underneath it.

abyss couldn't see who it was, for the male was peeling off the skin on his face. e/c eyes then flashed under the moonlight, fingers moving to remove the wig.

a chill ran down abyss' spine, like tiny spiders crawling down his skin. the moment it was revealed who was under it, he couldn't help but remembered old memories that seemed to get more prominent now that he sees a familiar face.

how long has it been since he saw that face? the same old smirk that he recognised since childhood, and the eyes that held so many dreams, only to be crushed right in front of him.

"care for a round of sake?" you asked, your smirk turning into a slight smile.

the razor was too stunned to speak at the sight of seeing you for the first time in all these years. you were a criminal now, working as a courtesan, and disguised as a man...?

everything was spinning around him. he didn't know what to do, so he simply nodded and sat down on the cushion laid out for customers and a courtesan to have a chat.

it was quiet, sentimental, as you carefully and gracefully poured japanese alcohol into both cups, handing one to abyss. he picked it up and drank it, still registering what had happened.

"why have you come here?" you asked, gaze on the samurai, "i thought you didn't like red light districts."

it was quiet again. you sipped on your alcohol, never taking your eyes off of the man you haven't seen for a long time.

he was as beautiful as you remember, a child connected to the moon in a way that it favours him. even if his eyes were eyepatched from a battle wound. abyss is even more beautiful now, his features chiseled and you could tell he had been doing some hard work.

"i'm on a mission. you are one of the shogun's targets."

"and you've became a shogun dog," you never let him finished. shutting your eyes while feeling the most ease, you sighed.

abyss felt his eyes twitched at your answer, but he kept his cool and set down the sake cup. "i became one to receive top notch training. to find you, and follow you until the ends of the earth."

it was your turn to be caught off-guard. it seems like he hadn't forget about the promise they made during childhood after all.

"as courtesan, may i have my valued customer's name?" you asked, wanting to hear him said it himself.

"abyss razor."

it ringed around your ears, inside your mind and down to the core of your memories. you knew who he was, yet hearing him said it himself was . . . different.

abyss!

a little girl, no more than the age of nine would call out for the boy who was staring at the black heavens that was filled with twinkling little life.

she would twirl around and capture abyss into a deadly hug, releasing to then plop herself beside him. wherein little abyss would be flushed red and continue his stargazing.

"hey abyss, when you grow up, what do you want to do or be?" she asked, and the little razor would soon fell deep into his thoughts.

"hmm... i want to be like abel-san! i want to be a cool man who's going to be a samurai and protect everyone i love. like mom and dad, abel-san... and you!" he gave her a goofy smile. "you?"

it was little y/n's turn to think for a while. and when she found the perfect answer, she returned the same childish grin he gave her. "i'll go with you anywhere!!"

lies.

she was taken away months after those words came out. oh how abyss fell into ultimate despair seeing her getting taken away by the shogun's officials. her eyes only held the look of fear, tears running down her cheeks.

"i'll be a strong samurai and protect you! then i'll follow you wherever you go! i promise, y/n!" abyss could only shout his little throat out, his older friend, abel, holding him back from any more harm the officials might inflict.

abyss couldn't defeat the people that took away his only friend. he was simply too weak, a mere child with the brightest dreams.

who knew the person he looked up to the most would also leave him to volunteer in a recruitment for new generation samurai?

everything was ruined, so much that abyss' mind became twisted and he too, would soon join the next recruitment to search for you. only to find that you are now a criminal.

your eyes stared at the table contents of a tea set. throat becoming dryer and dryer as seconds passed by. "i'm a murderer now. what are you going to do?" it turned intense and heavy around the atmosphere.

".. i don't care. you simply killed the men that tried assaulting you back in the palace right? that is nothing," he said coolly, pouring for the both of you another drink. "i plan to retire to make the shogun mad anyways."

"so, will you come with me?"

you chuckled at his words. things had certainly changed, abyss too, for he had grown way more mature than you are compared to your childhood days.

it all felt so nostalgic, to be speaking to the razor the same as you both did back then.

"i will."

a smile unconsciously crawled up to abyss' lips, portraying a beauty you hadn't seen in forever. such a work of art, indeed.

if the woman sitting in front of him knew what he was thinking about, you were definitely, most certainly the y/n that abyss was looking for.

there was no mistaking it. you were the light to his darkness. and even if you committed a crime or two, it was all for abyss and a promise.

you elegantly stood up, a habit picked up from the brothel owner that brought you in to keep your disguise.

"but first. i just want you to know this place is a disguise itself. everyone here has committed a crime before, even customers. it's my home."

"sounds like a you thing to do. now then, shall we abandon everything and head for a run? i don't want to be seen as a samurai any longer ," he stood up, holding a hand out.

you immediately accepted it with a smile, "we shall, abyss."

"perfect."

istg if anyone talks or mentions about raiden shogun or whoever tf she is, i will literally send you paragraphs to educate you that shogun doesn't only exist in genshin impact and it's actually history in japan 💀

#🎥 senreqs #mashle #mashle x reader #abyss #abyss razor #abyss x reader #abyss razor x reader #mashle hcs #abel walker #mashle abyss

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teatitty · 1 year

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Title/Link: four idiots on a road trip what will they do Rating: Teen Fandom: Gintama Dynamic: Joui 4 [Platonic] Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Fluff and Humour, Bros Being Bros, Other Tags To Be Added Word Count: 2.7K

Summary/Preview: When Tatsuma had proposed the idea of a road trip, he’d meant it mostly as a joke. Katsura takes it seriously and the rest, as they say, is history.

A/N: I promised my mate Dino I would write platonic road trip fic for him so HEY DUDE THIS IS FOR YOU! Was gonna be a long oneshot but then I went hey. I could do slice of life chapters. So here we are

#my writing #gintama #joui 4 #my gintama stuff doesn't get much traction and I've simply accepted that #I've wanted to do slice of life for ages and this was the perfect opportunity #you can all thank Yuru Camp for the overall vibes in this one

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forgloryforhonor · 2 years

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So yeah! I got some secondhand gintama volumes and I wanna talk about bits in them!

First up! Volume 1!

Pretty cover flap thing!

This was the cover of the book inside. It’s all silver/grey!

There’s a dog inside the cover/book flap thing!

This page isn’t colored though.

Then again I really don’t know how published manga works. I remember this is colored in online manga scans.

Shimura Ken dying. I remember this was also color pages in online scans.

Volume 1 introduces many of the major characters: the shimuras, kagura, otose, catherine, hasegawa, katsura, hijikata and sougo, hata. it’s great! very nostalgic

There is also this oneshot about ghosts at the end called “DANDERAION” or “dandelion” (but it’s spelled in hiragana, not katakana).

The main characters look like hjikata and a kid that looks like mix of gedomaru and shinpachi. They ride on a bicycle that’s has a label called “tanpopo” or dandelion in japanese. XD

That’s volume 1!

#gintama #volume 1 #fgfh reads raws

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choivoi74 · 23 days

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Một vài manga liên quan đến "bản dạng giới"...

Không biết sao hay được xưng hô là ông - tôi hoặc bro. Tò mò điều gì khiến các bạn nghĩ người viết là nam hoặc là nữ nhỉ. Thật ra được gọi là ông, bà, fen, bro, sis, he, she, they đều ok thoải mái hết, sẽ không bao giờ chỉnh lại "à tôi là nam" hoặc "à tôi là nữ" đâu.

Tự dưng nghĩ đến chuyện như vậy, rồi nhớ ra vài manga liên quan đến "bản dạng giới" từng đọc. Hiểu nôm na là manga đề cập đến việc một cá nhân sinh ra với cơ thể là nam hay là nữ và họ thực sự muốn là nam hay là nữ, hay là gì khác ấy. (Lưu ý rằng bản dạng giới khác với xu hướng tính dục và nội dung dưới đây mang tính spoil)

🥩 TO STRIP THE FLESH

Truyện kể về một Youtuber được yêu thích vì vẻ ngoài nữ tính. Chiaki muốn phẫu thuật trở thành nam đã lâu nhưng vì người cha mà chưa dám thực hiện điều đó. Thích nhất trong truyện này chắc là cảnh nhân vật chính mơ loại bỏ được vòng 1 và tử cung - một cảnh trần trụi nhưng thế mới diễn tả đúng ước muốn thầm lặng mà cháy bỏng ấy. Truyện được sáng tác bởi Oto Toda - người từng hợp tác với Tatsuki Fujimoto vẽ oneshot Just Listen To The Song.

🔥 FIRE PUNCH

Nếu các manga khác cần vài chục trang hoặc cả arc để nói về nỗi khổ không được sống đúng giới tính thì Fire Punch chỉ cần 1 trang. Với cá nhân thì chi tiết Togata come out là đoạn đem lại cảm giác mãnh liệt nhất truyện. Cảm nhận được sự đau đớn về tinh thần, tuyệt vọng, bất lực cực độ tràn ra ngoài trang giấy luôn ấy.

🌀 GINTAMA - Yagyuu Arc và Dekobokko Arc

Gintama nổi tiếng với những màn tấu hài xuyên thể loại và manga này phản ánh chuyện giới tính cũng rất đỉnh, dù đây không phải cốt truyện chính xuyên suốt. Nổi bật nhất là những arc về Yagyuu Kyuubei - sinh ra là nữ, được nuôi dạy như trưởng nam, luôn khổ sở băn khoăn mình thuộc giới nào. Và Gintama đã cho nhân vật này và cả độc giả một câu trả lời: nam cũng được, nữ cũng được, miễn là sống theo cách mình thích, mạnh mẽ theo cách mình muốn. Bộ này cũng nhiều chi tiết nhỏ rải rác khắp 77 tập, thể hiện góc nhìn nam giới, nữ giới khác nhau như nào, một cách tếu táo, gần gũi và chân thực.

🌅 SHIMANAMI TASOGARE

Manga này đi sâu vào chủ đề LGBTQ+ với các nhân vật đa dạng từ gay, les, asexual, trans... Riêng về bản dạng giới thì thể hiện nhiều qua nhân vật Misora thích ăn mặc, trang điểm như nữ giới và đang trong quá trình xác định thêm về chính mình. Ngoài ra còn có Utsumi đã chuyển giới từ nữ thành nam. Điều yêu thích ở manga này là nó thể hiện được tâm lý phức tạp khi xác định tính hướng của bản thân và khi come out. Shimanami Tasogare cho thấy để thấu hiểu mình và thấu hiểu người trong cộng đồng LGBTQ+ mà không làm tổn thương ai không hề dễ dàng, cần sự tinh tế nhất định.

💀 HOMUNCULUS

Cốt truyện chính của Homunculus xoay quanh một người đàn ông khoan sọ và nhìn người khác thành những hình thù kỳ quặc. Nhưng mà lại ấn tượng nhất với câu chuyện của Manabu Ito, một sinh viên y khoa với ẩn ức về giới tính từ nhỏ. Manabu thích mặc váy, tô son, tạo dáng điệu đà và hay ngắm con cá 7 màu như thể ước mình được lộng lẫy như nó. Người cha đã cố phủ nhận những điều đó. Dù vậy vẫn không thể thay đổi bản chất của Manabu. Hình ảnh nhân vật này ngồi trong bóng tối vặt cánh hoa rồi chọn nam, nữ khá buồn. Cả hình ảnh chiếc bể cá vỡ tan và con cá giãy chết từ thời ấu thơ của Manabu nữa, quả là ấn tượng. Không biết cá trong những chiếc bình nhỏ có phải một hình tượng tiêu biểu về giới tính trong các tác phẩm Nhật không, chứ trong Shimanami Tasogare cũng dùng hình tượng này.

💎 HOUSEKI NO KUNI

Manga này khác với những tác phẩm trên ở chỗ nó xây dựng một thế giới mà giới tính... chẳng có nghĩa lý gì cả. Bảo thạch không có giới tính, mặc dù theo góc nhìn của độc giả thì họ có ngoại hình thiên về nữ giới và xưng hô theo cách của nam giới. Việc loại bỏ khái niệm giới tính giúp Houseki No Kuni tập trung hơn vào lột tả bản chất của con người, đặt ra câu hỏi con người cấu thành từ điều gì, phải chăng ngoài hồn, cốt, nhục thì còn là ý thức khát khao, vỡ lẽ, hạnh phúc, khổ đau, hay còn gì khác... Giới tính nằm ở đâu trong cấu tạo đó hay chẳng quan trọng nữa nhỉ...

Còn nhiều nhân vật khác trong manga, anime là trans hoặc non-binary, hoặc thích cross-dressing, hoặc là không xác định giới tính, hoặc là linh hoạt. Tuy nhiên do chưa đọc/xem chi tiết, hoặc chưa có nhiều cảm nhận vào lúc này nên sẽ không đi sâu. Ví dụ như:

- Alluka, Pitou trong Hunter x Hunter.

- Hange Zoë trong Shingeki No Kyojin.

- Ayukawa Ryuji trong Blue Period.

- Yamato và Kikunojo trong One Piece.

- Ranma trong Ranma 1/2 - dội nước lạnh cơ thể sẽ biến thành nữ, nhưng bản chất vẫn luôn là nam.

- 3 yakuza trong Back Street Girls bị sếp bắt sang Thái chuyển giới để đi làm idol, bộ này hài là chính.

- Ryougi Shiki nữ và SHIKI nam trong cùng một cơ thể. Trường hợp này thực ra là đa nhân cách, hãy xem Kara No Kyoukai để hiểu rõ hơn.

#74manga #74thought #to strip the flesh #gintama #houseki no kuni #homunculus #shimanami tasogare #manga #gender identity

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 7 months

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omg a gintama page!! can i please request gintoki with a curly head s/o

The way of the curls {Gintoki Sakata}

A/n: I'm currently in Florence and honestly the joy I got when I woke up to requests cannot be described. On that note, it might take some time to write them so please be patient. Anyways, hopefully you'll enjoy this 🥰

Pairing: Gintoki Sakata x curlyhead!reader

Trigger warnings: none

Believe it or not Gintoki is a man who knows about hair. He knows the struggles of having naturally wavy hair even though he barely takes care of his own. He also knows that your hair isn't naturally straight.

"You straighten your hair." He said, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

"Um... not always...?" You placed your cup of tea on the table and took a seat next to him on the couch, practically forcing him to sit properly since until then he had been laying down reading his JUMP.

"I've never seen you with-"

"What do you want Gin?" Letting out a sigh, you brought the cup of tea to your lips and took a sip.

"Do you know how much I struggle? Have you got any idea of how much effort I have to put in in order to maintain those waves?"

"You just wash your hair and let it air-dry..." You mumbled, not even looking at him. Gintoki gasped as he rose up, his hands on his hips like an angry mum.

He didn't give you any time to react. In a matter of seconds, your cup of tea was on the table and you were following him to the bathroom.

"Wash your hair."

"You're paranoid."

"You're a bad example to Kagura." He shook his head in disappointment as he took a seat on the toilet -the toilet lid was open. "Relationships are meant to be a matter of trust. A m-"

His eyes widened as he saw you bringing the shower head to your hair and after bending over so your clothes wouldn't get wet, you started washing your hair.

A few minutes later, after having dried your hair to the best of your abilities with the towel, you leaned against the bathroom sink and looked at him.

"Happy?"

He didn't say anything, just shrugged and stood up to leave, pinky finger already in his nose. But you knew from the way he side-eyed you that he would prefer it if you never straightened your hair, at least when with him. And you could swear he mumbled something along the lines of 'nice curls' before leaving the bathroom.

Needless to say that for the rest of the day he played with your curls, placing a finger inside one or bouncing them in the palm of his hand. He even told Kagura to do the same.

#gintama #gintama x reader #writing #anime and manga #anime #sakata gintoki x reader #gintoki sakata x reader #gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki #gintama gintoki #sakata gintoki gintama #gintama oneshots

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strawberrytoki · 10 months

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Hey there ❤️

May i request some hijikata × reader who's an incredible cook that doesn't mind his mayonnaise addiction but also makes him lots of hijikata's specials and how his reaction will be 🥰🥰

a/n: thanks for my first ever request, anon! hope this doesn't disappoint. Sorry this took me a while to put out, I've been balancing my internship and two summer courses, all while trying to not pass out at 8PM (love that for me!)

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・

You and Hijikata met when you were working at the small restaurant right around the corner. He frequented it all the time because of the homey, cozy feel that the restaurant had, which he definitely appreciated after being bombarded with his shinsengumi force partners' incompetence all day. He also did not mind ample servings of his favorite condiment, mayonnaise, and a certain waitress that he took a liking over the course of his many visits.

After he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out, you two quickly took a liking to each other's company, and grew comfortable around each other. However, there was one thing that piqued your interest.

His concerning mayonnaise addiction.

You took notice of it the day you made him a plate of chicken parm for date night, and he took out a whole tub of mayonnaise, piling dollops upon each other on the dish, resulting in an absolute monstrosity. You were almost offended but you loved him too much to be.

"This tastes impeccable, thank you love." His plate was almost clean. "You mean with or without the excessive mayonnaise?" you nudged his shoulder, teasing him. "I mean... I'd have loved it either way, I do love my mayo though."

You also noticed how he'd order a truckload of mayonnaise when he ordered his bowls of rice before you started dating. Putting two and two together, you concluded that he must've been eating his rice with an ungodly amount of mayonnaise.

Ever since then, you've been incorporating the condiment in the meals you'd make for him, and he always subtly expressed his gratitude. Time had flown by and you came to the realization that your one year anniversary was approaching, so you had to get your gears turning to think of something special.

Hijikata was a simple man, and for that, you were grateful. You shouldn't have been racking your brain trying to think of what to do for him, but you were too much of a perfectionist to give it a rest. Then it dawned upon you.

You just had to make him his special dish that he, oh, so loved. He didn't crave anything Michelin-star levelled, or anything crazy fancy. All he would yearn for is his simple bowl of seasoned rice and mayonnaise, and you figured it was a good idea to make him just that.

You planned on surprising him with the...revolting dish when he came back from a shinsengumi meeting, and you did.

He came home to the inviting aroma of your scented sage candle, and a dimly lit room with the inviting dish set on the small dining table you two shared. You were clad in the flowy little black dress that he loved on you, and had our hair in an updo.

"Well? Do you like the set-up?"

He slowly started making his way towards you, opening his arms wide open to engulf you in an embrace. "I love it." He softly said, whispering in your ear.

The dish caught his eye, and his eyes lit up. He then immediately got to digging. Hijikata really appreciated how thoughtful and observant you were, because he often had trouble expressing his feelings and emotions, and often came off as unpleasant or aloof. So you being able to pick up on the small things and take note of what he loves is something he will always be grateful for.

#gintama x reader #gintama imagine #gintama #hijikata toushirou #hijikata x reader #anime oneshot #gintama oneshot #gintama fanfic #hijikata fanfic #gintama fluff #gintama headcanons #anime fanfic

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lilac-5ky · 2 years

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Heyyyy😏 can you write something for Gintoki where you get in an argument with him (cause he’s a jerk) and then he says something so back handed to you (cause he’s a jerk) and you just walk of and like cry or sumn cause it hurt so much and he just tries to apologize and it gets a little emotional idk I just need something that’ll hurt me a little bit 😔😣

A/N: Hi! I feel like Gintoki is more likely to apologize through his action than his words, and so his apology is mostly done than said :p Not sure if this is super angsty, but I hope it's good enough!

Plot: Gin being a piece of shit who never cleans and upsets poor innocent reader with his attitude.

Warning: Gets a bit suggestive with language and some minor angst ig?

Arguing with Gintoki (x Fem!Reader)

(just look at him being disgusting and cute.)

There are many reasons for one to pick a fight with Gintoki. Be it Otose arguing with him over rent delays, or Kagura and Shinpachi demanding their pay, there’s always someone at odds with the Odd Jobs’ boss.

However, when it came down to you, perhaps you had an easier time letting things slip. You’d stayed around long enough to get acclimated to all those wacky situations Gintoki involved himself in, as well as his hectic and lazy persona.

At this point, you’d earned yourself the nickname “saint” from his peers, considering how you seemed to be the only one with enough patience to put up with him. But even a saint’s patience has its limits.

When you walked into Yorouzya on a day like any other, finding an absolute war-zone where his couch once stood, not even that Buddha’s patience of yours was enough to shield your faint heart.

No way in hell would you willingly pick up his dirty underwear off the fan, or clean after the millions of empty takeout boxes residing under the kotatsu (just how much food can a person consume overnight?!), while Gintoki remained idly picking on his nose like a primadonna. This had to end.

“Gin,” you asked in a near pleading tone that went unnoticed.

“Gin?” Your second attempt was too ignored, his attention monopolized by the weather girl inside the little black screen.

Frustrated beyond compare, you threw about the first object your hands could find onto his head, leaving him with no other choice but to face you. The noodle box ended up landing like a party hat, with a string of curry dropping down his forehead. He sported a somewhat disturbed look, though that wasn’t enough to prevent him from turning back to the tv the second the noodle box fell to the floor.

“Gin!” Unable to contain your temper, you jumped to block his view.

“Huh? Y/N?” Gintoki queried as if he wasn’t even aware of your presence in prior, something that only added fuel to the fire. “What are you doing here?”

“Not cleaning your mess, that’s for sure. What’s this?” You paused to point at the underwear and then his leftovers. “And this? Who’s going to clean all this?”

“Quit nagging, it’s not even 12.” He yawned, stretching his limbs across the couch. “Kagura will probably feed them to Sadaharu, or Tama will pass by later. Just leave them be.”

You couldn’t believe in your eyes, or rather your ears. How could someone this irresponsible be running a business, when this was the kind of reception he had in store for any poor soul that dared walk in? It wasn’t as if Yorozuya was ever the pantheon of work ethics to begin with, but this was too much even for him. Feeding the trash to the dog, just what was he thinking?

“Are you for real? Why would…? Who would… ?” One unfinished sentence followed the other while you struggled to find the right words. “Nevermind. It’s no wonder no one sets foot in here nowadays. Only an idiot would choose another hare-brained idiot to handle their job for them.” You spat bitterly.

“Then I guess that makes you into an even greater idiot, Y/N. Or else you wouldn’t be showing at my doorstep to bitch about something this trivial, especially when it’s none of your concern.” He followed in the same tone, bringing the already heavy atmosphere even further down.

“It’s none of my concern whether my boyfriend’s house reeks like a dumpster? Or whether it gets infested with cockroaches? Then whose is it?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “You know, since I too spend the night here from time to time, I would appreciate if the smell of soured ramen didn’t have to compete with that of your underwear.”

Gintoki sighed in response, lazily combing through his disheveled hair with one hand. You’d always been fond of that scruffy appearance of his, but right now, all it did was add more fuel to the fire, providing you with yet another reason to stay mad at his disposition.

“And do something about your appearance already! It looks as if a crow nested in there!”

“Oi, Y/N. Is it that day of the month? I don’t remember you being such an overbearing control freak.”

“I don’t remember you being such a bum.” You argued back.

“If I’m such a bum then why do you insist on coming here?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

The lack of sound succeeding your heated exchange was perhaps even more disturbing than the argument itself. You got so caught up in talking back to him, that before you knew it, such regrettable words came pouring out your mouth.

“What are you standing here for?” Gintoki asked, his otherwise dead fish eyes now beaming with resentment. “The door is right there. Leave.”

Was this really… it? Was he about to forsake everything the two of you had come to be over a silly argument?

With your questions unanswered and your steps heavier than before, you paced outside Yorozuya. This definitely wasn’t the kind of time you’d hoped to spend over at his place. Part of you expected to hear his voice a final time, to receive the affirmation that this was nothing but a silly lover’s quarrel, though silence came to be your sole companion. Silence, and whatever this gut wrenching emotion was.

Little by little, you felt the oxygen within your lungs igniting you whole, slowly burning at your fuse until you couldn’t go on anymore. Crouched near the ground, all you could do was bawl right outside Otose’s bar, meekly hoping that no one was around to notice your muffled cries.

Was it frustration or was it hurt? You couldn’t tell. The only thing you knew was that this was the first time you’d ever felt such uncertainty. Shoes of different color stopped before you, each pair belonging to yet another passerby who felt entitled to shoot his look of pity your way, but not entitled enough to pry any further, to approach any closer.

It was your fault. If only you’d kept your mouth shut, then nothing would have happened. Gintoki wouldn’t get annoyed, he wouldn’t raise his voice, he wouldn’t dare say such horrible things, and he…you…

No. It was his fault for being this messy and unjust. Even if you were a bit too harsh, you acted out of genuine concern. You had no intention to watch as he festered within the four rusty walls of his house. Gintoki had always been the kind to take care of everyone, but when it came down to his own self, he seldom bothered to lift a finger.

What others attributed as mere laziness, you knew better. It was almost as if by wallowing in such unspoken misery, he was atoning for something. As if he was repenting for past sins only he knew of. Either way, his disregard for his own well-being showed in every single aspect of his lifestyle. From the sorry state of his house, to his own unkempt appearance.

You remembered of the first time you met Gin. You recalled thinking how despite his exterior, he bore resemblance to a mirror. A blurred, borderline shattered glass, be it one that let you see an image of yourself clearer than any you’d seen before. The good with the bad, the beauty and the ugliness, the flaws and the imperfections. Everything that made you into who you were was right there, delving in those maroon eyes of his.

Perhaps Gintoki was never meant to shine on his own. Perhaps his strength lied in making others shine brightest, in reflecting not the image you longed to see, but the one closest to reality.

You liked yourself when you were with him. You felt certain and grounded at the same time. That should you ever lose your way, one look at him would be enough to guide you back. You liked that, but more importantly, you liked him. That silver gleam of his was what made you fall for him in the first place.

He was right. You were overbearing and overzealous and butted in his business without thinking twice, and that was precisely why you wouldn’t give up on him. No matter what it took, you’d never quit clearing his soul off the distortions haunting it. Not before making sure that the man known as Sakata Gintoki would never grow dim, that was.

And so, you wiped the tears with the back of your hand and rose to your feet. One by one, you climbed the steps to Yorozuya all the way to the top where you stood still. What would you say to him? Apologies were never your forte and neither his. Showing up to clean his apartment as if you were part of a clean-up crew didn’t seem like a great idea either, especially when one considered the nature of your argument. What if he pushed you away again? What if he demanded that you leave?

No. No, even if he did that, there was no way you’d run. It didn’t matter if he called you names, if he dragged you outside or any of these things, really. You’d made up your mind to clean after his own mess for however long he needed you to. Until he learned to do it for himself. Until he was forced to get a real look at who he really was. That self destruction bullshit of his had to end.

Before you had the chance to contemplate any longer, the door went wide open with Gintoki appearing on the other side, evidently taken aback by your sudden reappearance.

“I-” You said in unison, each stopping at the other’s interruption.

“You-“Another failed attempt.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to blurt out everything without giving him the chance to cut in a third time. Here goes nothing.

“I’m sorry for acting like an evil mother-in-law and yelling at you the way I did. You are right, I am an overbearing control freak, but I never meant to criticize you. I felt as if that was the only way to make you listen, and I honestly can’t stand to see you living life in a swap because, Gintoki, to me you are someone very important and I only want to see you thrive. Why are you so unkind towards your own self? No matter what happened in the past, you shouldn’t let it bring you down.”

You took a short pause. Perhaps giving him a lecture about past trauma would only get him to retreat further in his shell.

“My point is, I don’t intend to stop bitching at you. Whether you like it or not, I’ll keep interfering in your business, until you stop doing yourself injustice. So please, accept my earnest concern and, for the love of god, allow me to clean your house.”

Your outburst imposed a bemused expression on his face, one that was quickly replaced by a forced snort.

“What are you talking about?” Gin leaned against the frame with his index lazily poking past the shell of his ear. “I don’t recall you paying any visits whatsoever.”

“Wait- what?”

“You play weird pranks, Y/N. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or is this a dream you are talking about?”

It was your turn to be dumbfounded. Was this a joke or was he simply going to act as if the whole incident never occurred in the first place?

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I grow an extra set of balls on my forehead?” He asked, patting down his head.

You brushed his comment off, unsure of what to say next. The mood had completely shifted with Gin returning to his usual “charming” self, something over which you were truthfully thankful. Of course his throwing you out meant nothing. After all, this was nothing but a silly lover’s quarrel.

“No… but looks like your wish is granted.” You jested, removing a noodle that was dangling between silver strands of hair. “It’s finally straightening up.”

Gintoki frowned, looking away while you chuckled.

“If you have the time to be running your mouth, come in already.” He mumbled before scooting to the side.

Upon entering the hallway, the first thing to catch your attention was the scent. It smelled like primrose and magnolia, the sweet vanilla essence completely taking over the foul odor previously emitted by his living room. Did someone visit him while you were gone, or did he actually douse it with perfume?

As the two of you progressed to the living room, your surprise only increased, to the point of making you wonder whether you’d entered the wrong building. Rather than encounterig the same chaos you did earlier, you found a spotless table and an even more spotless couch. The noodle boxes, the plastic cutlery, even the half torn underwear; they had all disappeared.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d place your bet on a second Amanto invasion happening, but the moment you took notice in the half concealed mop lurking between the closet’s folds, there was no doubt anymore. He had cleaned. Gintoki had actually cleaned!

“Gin…” His name was cut in half by a sole sob.

“What are you crying for?” He asked, genuinely confused by your reaction.

“I can’t believe you did such a thing.” You went on, feeling truly grateful. “Everything is squeaky clean!”

Perhaps Gintoki sucked at apologies, but when it came to making things right, he never failed to impress. He always knew exactly what to do. A push was all he needed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gintoki said as he approached you from behind. “It’s always clean around here.”

You were about to object to that, when you felt a pair of arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer for him to press his body against yours. Instinctively, you looked up at him, the look in his eyes indicating he was up to no good.

“But if cleanliness is not what you want, I know of a way to make things dirty again.”

On second thought, a bit of disarray never hurt.

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆. sakata gintoki + takasugi shinsuke.

r. Hi! may I request for Gintoki (and if possible also Takasugi) making a flower crown with their fem. childhood friend? Thanks! ☺🌺

masterlist.

a/n : in honour of takasugi shinsuke (aka my other husband)’s bday! (it’s his bday still in my timezone)

you stare at the two frowning boys and smile to yourself "oh, come on." you grasp their arms in your hold and lead them outside of the dojo.

"hey, what are you doing?"

"leave me alone."

you ignore their remarks of resistance and continue pulling them until you stop under the shade of a large tree.

"you two need to learn how to get along," the two young boys stare at each other before scoffing and facing opposite directions.

"if you don't I'll get sad with the two of you." a pout forms on your lips and the boys find their eyes involuntarily checking on you.

"pfft, as if i care.” gintoki huffs as he picks his nose and you roll your eyes at him.

“fine. see if i care then, but don’t come crying to me when shoyou sensei scolds you two for fighting,”

“as if, besides he’s the one that cries not me.”

“you’re the once that complains the most, you perm-haired idiot.”

“wanna say that again, lousy rich boy?”

“and she left us.” takasugi turns to his right to find you already seated in side accompanied with the brains of the group.

“it’s your fault.” gintoki says with a slightly smug tone and takasugis face forms into one of utter disbelief.

“are you actually stupid? she left because you’re a condescending prick.”

“take that back you piece of shi-”

“just what are you doing, my adorable students?” the eye-smile given to them by their beloved teacher sent shivers down their spines as they froze mid spot once he caught them in the act.

“nothing sensei.”

“you two getting along now, aren’t you?” they gulp as they quickly place their arms around each others shoulders and give him quick thumbs up along with the fakest smile they could muster as cold sweat formed on their foreheads.

“good, keep it up.” and he left after ruffling their hairs.

“that was close.” gintoki exhaled in relief once the two jumped away from each other in a manner that alluded to the thought that one of them may have been infected with something dangerous and entirely contagious.

the two subconsciously averted their eyes to gaze at a laughing you with a flustered zura and felt frowns form on their faces.

“wanna spar?”

“sure.”

it was the next day and you had still yet to interact with shinsuke and gintoki, and as much as they would hate to admit it out loud, they missed your bubbly energy that was directed towards them along with your affection and attention.

“[name],” you look up to see shinsuke towering over your seated figure and you give him an uninterested hum.

“i’ll put up with the idiot for your sake.” he whispers and you look up at him with stars in yours eyes “really?”

“yes, you’re not that bad to be around and i don’t want you to be mad at me because of the perm-head.”

your little moment of admiration was soon cut short when gintokis voice made itself heard “what are you doing here.”

takasugi kept quiet for your sake as he said he would but you could see the irk mark form on his forehead.

“shut up, gin.” you quiet the boy in an instant as you raise a reprimanding finger at him and start wagging it “you’re not 5 years old so stop acting like you are and get along for the sake of everyone, the bickering gets old.”

gintoki raises an eyebrow at you and takasugi merely smirks from behind you “fine. i’ll be civil.” he eventually agrees with a roll of his eyes.

“good, now come with me,” you drag them with you to the tree once again and force them to sit down.

“now stay seated and don’t fight until i come back.” the two sit with their backs to the trunk of the tree, arms crossed and eyes closed as they enjoy the peace of nature that they’ve yet to fully experience due to their consistent arguments.

“okay, i’m back!” you announce taking a seat in between them and they stare at the object place on your lap.

“what are you doing?” you shush the two as you hand them a few flowers each “pluck out the big leaves and then give them back to me.”

the two boys gave you weird looks but complied nonetheless and the three of you quickly fell into a routine.

after a bit of adjusting here and there, you were finally done creating 2 flower crowns.

“here you go.” you placed each of them on their heads without much protest due to their shocked and flustered states.

“you know, you actually suit these flowers if only you’d keep your mouths shut.”

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