#gin oneshot

[lilac-5ky]

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."

#gintoki imagine #gintoki oneshot #gin oneshot #gin imagine #gintama #gintama oneshot #gintama fanfiction #gintama imagine #anon requests #gintoki x reader #gin x reader #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata #gintoki angst #gin angst #gintama angst

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

and another gintama request,,, getting caught making out with gintoki and hijikata headcanons please 🙏

Getting Caught Making Out {Sakata Gintoki}

A/n: sorry I don't write for Hijikata (yet at least) but here is a small scenario of getting caught making out with Gintoki. Hopefully it is to your liking even though it turned out pretty small. I am literally forcing myself to write in general, trying to get back on track after three very difficult weeks.

Pairing: Gintoki Sakata x reader

Trigger warnings: mentions of sex

Gintoki can be needy sometimes. Usually he is constantly needy but when he feels extra needy... this is when things get weird. He won't make sure that no one is around before initiating a make out session that will more often than not lead to sex. He won't check if the windows are closed so the neighbours can't hear you...

In a few words he will be careless.

Which explained perfectly the situation the two of you were in currently. For a little background, Gintoki had been reading his Jump that afternoon and for unknown to you reasons he had gotten horny. One thing led to another and the two of you quickly found yourselfs in his bedroom with you pinned down against the futon and him on top of you.

Things were really getting heated. You could tell by the way his hands roughly grabbed your hips, squeezed your waist and the like that this whole make out session would end up in sex. In needy, sloppy sex.

"Can the two of you go be adults somewhere else?" Your eyes widened at the sound of Kagura's sleepy voice and you quickly turned your head -as much as you could- only to see her peeking out of the closet which was her room.

Thankfully, purely because it was Kagura, she closed the door again after having been acknowledged. And that was when your eyes fell upon Gintoki, still on top of you and not to mention, still looking at you.

There was a long pause. His left hand was still on your waist with his right pinning your left hand above your head. He seemed to be expecting you to say something.

"You're embarassing me in front of Kagura." You finally let out a sigh as the grip on you loosened.

"So no head?"

"No."

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

[sodakits]

do you think they'd be friends

#your turn to die #yttd #kimi ga shine #oneshot #niko oneshot #gin ibushi #art #artists on tumblr

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Bleach Masterlist - Drabbles/One-Shots/Scenarios

Everything has been appropriately labeled, please do not read the ones marked MDNI if you are a minor

Drabbles/One-Shots/Scenarios:

Flower Crowns with Izuru (13+, suggestive) These Lonely Nights (feat Jushiro, 18+, MDNI) Bleach Men and Shy Reader (Rated T, ask box, feat Hitsugaya, Shinji, Shunsui) Happy Lines (Rated E, feat Jushiro) Sakura Blossom Confessions (E, GinXByakuya) Crushed (M/16+, feat Aizen) Your Comfort First(Rated T, feat Jushiro) Lost In Translation (T/13+, feat Byakuya) Baby Fever (MDNI, feat Jushiro) Booked(feat Hisagi, rated E) Braided Hair (Rated E, featuring Jushiro) Patience Is A Virtue(MDNI, feat Jushiro) Red Like An Apple (Rated T/13+, feat Shinji) ASMR Session (Rated E, feat Jushiro) Petals of Poise (Rated E, feat Byakuya)

#bleach masterlist #bleach drabble #bleach oneshot #bleach scenarios #bleach headcanons #bleach #bleach fandom #vee's masterlist #ishida uryuu #jushiro ukitake #gin ichimaru #byakuya kuchiki #shinji hirako #shuhei hisagi #aizen sousuke #bleach shunsui #shunsui kyroraku #aged up hitsugaya #toshiro hitsugaya #captain hitsugaya #bleach hitsugaya

[stanurines1mp]

Regrets

pairing: Ulquiorra Cifer x Fem!Gin's sister!Reader

type: angst

an: ignoring the fact that i start sm fanfics that i havent finished, here's another Bleach oneshot of one of my fav characters! i can write an entire essay on his character eheh. also, this is pretty short but im kinda lazy lol... its basically like the scene of him and orihime about the 'heart' but with a romantic(?) and angsty twist. so have fun and enjoy! dont forget to follow me on Tumblr and Wattpad! and share, like, vote, comment and all :)

warnings: angst (dont expect more from me), death, aizen (bro deserves a warning), gin (also deserves a warning but he's barely in here), reader is gin's younger sister, kinda rushed, blood (barely). i think thats all, lemme know if i miss anything! 

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Following Aizen into Hueco Mundo was a decision filled with regret. Leaving behind your friends from the Seireitei was not your best move. But what more could you do when your older brother, Gin, had brought you along?

Honestly, what was he thinking?

But you couldn't deny him. You swore to stay by each other's side and this was not an exception.

So there you stood just a little behind him, fingers gripping tightly on the sleeve of his robe. Scared, you were barely peeking into the view of whatever Hollow Aizen had found interest in.

Ever since you set foot in this world, you were driven with fear, longing for a sense of warmth in this cold atmosphere. It's much too different than the Soul Society and the Human World. You'd do anything to get back to either one of those. But you swore to stay with Gin.

And Aizen was kind enough not to separate you both.

Until one day, he found your presence to be irrelevant and quite honestly a nuisance though he hid that fact with a sweet little lie of saying that he just wanted you to be safe.

And you remembered that day very well, too.

After all, it happened during a meeting with all the Espadas who swore loyalty to the God wannabe. Seated around the table were those 10 Arrancars and the traitors of Soul Society, including you.

"Y/N," Aizen brought the attention to you.

At this point in time, you had made yourself somewhat comfortable. Or rather, you've let yourself not get involved with anyone except your brother. So from your seat, your slouching back immediately straightened while your eyes widened. 

Your gaze lifted to meet the man, his soft orbs peering into yours. To the outside looking in, one would think he was displaying a look of warmth but you knew better than to fall for his manipulation. 

"Y-Yes?" You stuttered.

Sure, you were aware of his tricks. That didn't mean you weren't scared of him. 

"I have a very important task for you," he smiled. "I have informed Ulquiorra of everything and he is in charge of you."

"Wait, what?!" Your words slipped out, panic jolting your body as you looked from the man to your brother, your brows stitched in a silent beg for help. 

Before your brother could display even a shift in expression, your body froze in the chair. Your eyes widened, your lips emitting a hitched gasp. 

Aizen's Reiatsu was hurting you. 

Your fingers clutched firmly at the edge of the table. Your lungs felt like it was closing up, your airway narrowing as you gasped helplessly for air. 

"Are you denying me, Y/N?" His tone was silky smooth, an eyebrow raised condescendingly. 

Not without struggle, your head began to shake weakly as the brims of your eyes begin to well up with tears. Having enough of your suffering for the moment, Aizen lowered his Reiatsu and you gasped loudly as you could feel air flowing in and out of you again. 

"My apologies, Aizen-sama," you trembled, gaze lowering to the ground.

To that, he let out a pleased hum that matched his smirk. What a fucking sadist. 

So that's why you were currently stuck next to the 4th Espada, hiding in the Dangai while you waited to capture the human girl Aizen took an interest in. Honestly, some part of you hated yourself for being in such a position, forcing the same fate on an innocent girl who would do anything for her friends. 

"Inoue-san," you cleared your throat one day, knocking on the door. 

You pushed it open and saw the girl's sullen figure on the floor, gazing at the moon. She remained silent as she watched you enter. 

"How are you doing?" You asked, knowing it wouldn't bring any sort of comfort whatsoever despite that being your intention. "If you need anything, I'm at your service," you sighed. 

Silence passed between you two. Though expected, you took it as a sign to leave. Just as you were about to, she stopped you with a question. 

"Kuchiki-san told me about you," she said. "Why did you betray the Soul Society?" 

Her question struck you right at the pit of your regretful heart, making you stop in your tracks. 

With a sigh, you answered, "Just as you'd come here for your friends, I would do anything for my brother."

Refusing to prolong the conversation, you took your leave. Turning a corner as you head to your room, you felt fingers wrapped around your wrist. Holding you in place, Ulquiorra then appeared before you. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He raised his brows in question. 

Your eyes met his and you lowly exhaled. 

"Aizen-sama said that she's under our care," you reminded. "I am only caring for her." 

He let go of your hand, eyes still staring into yours. "You have no need to make friends with  her." 

A scoff slipped past your lips. "What are you?" You changed the subject, rather curious about something regarding the Arrancar. "Which part of Death do you signify, Ulquiorra?"

With your eyes stuck on him, paired with your question, he felt somewhat, exposed. His lips remain pursed, gaze peeling away from yours as he turned to walk away. 

"I do not see how that is of any relevance." 

"If I am to work by your side, I'd like to know more about you," you simply answered. 

Looking over his shoulder, he said, "As I said, I do not see the relevance." 

"I'll find out soon enough," you hummed, watching as he walked away. 

And with your future days spent closely with him, you actually did figure him out. 

You could clearly see it in his eyes, you actually wondered how you could have missed that. But you couldn't miss it anymore as each day passes by and he often visited you. 

It was odd but you had realized how frequently he came to see you whether it was to send you food or talk about the prisoner. You wondered if it was intentional but over time, you didn't seem to mind it. And maybe because now that you know him, you couldn't help the interest you held for him. 

You wanted to understand him. 

You wanted to understand why it was that you noticed his eyes changing since the day he met you. 

It seemed like you managed to reach that on an afternoon in Hueco Mundo. 

You were gazing at the blue sky, a smile tickling your complexion at the view that reminded you of the warmth back in Soul Society. But the one that sheltered you at the moment was nothing but a fake. At such a thought, your smile faltered. 

"What are you doing?" Ulquiorra's voice ran through your spine. 

"It's so heavy," you murmured. 

"What is?" 

You let out a sigh, turning around to see him. "My heart," you said. "It's full of regrets." 

He let out a patronizing scoff, "You humans and Soul Reapers toss that word around mindlessly. What is this 'heart'?" 

Your eyes flickered close for a moment but hearing his question, you understood him. 

And you understood yourself. 

And with a saddened smile, you reduced the distance with a question. "Do you not believe in the existence of the heart?" 

"I do not believe in things I cannot see," he began, taking another step. "Even with these eyes of mine that perceive all, I cannot see this so-called 'heart'."

"And that makes it not real?" 

His hand stretched forward, fingers aiming at your heart. 

"If I rip out your chest, will I see it? If I crush open your skull, will I see it?" 

The gap between the tip of his finger and the fabric of your dress over your heart closed with another step from you. His long nail threatened to puncture your skin but you did not have it in you to break your composure as you stared into his eyes. 

"Do it, then," your words silkened out daringly. 

You can see surprise behind those dark eyes, only aiding you to go further. 

"Rip out my chest. Crush open my skull. Do whatever you must to find my heart because I can assure you, it is real and it is there." 

You could see the slight tremble in his hand. With another step toward him, your dress let out a ripped sound as his claws penetrated through. 

"I have a heart that beats and with each passing second, it beats for you." 

Your lips parted in a slight gasp as you feel warm blood oozing out. Still, you let yourself be guided by your heart. 

"I am not afraid of you, Ulquiorra," you exhaled. "As I can see the emptiness in you begin to fill with the reflection of my love for you." 

Any changes of expression he tried to hide had failed terribly. But he was not the only one shocked by your confession.

It seems that you've let yourself fall for the 4th Espada. 

Maybe that would soon turn into yet another one of your regrets but for the time being, he let you go. 

His cold, empty demeanor had returned when he retracted his arm to his side. He began to walk away, leaving you a taste of his void and disappointment. But before he closed the door, he stopped. Over his shoulder, he looked in your direction but not really looking at you. 

"The human's friends have come to Hueco Mundo. My order for you is to stay in your room," he slurred out. "No matter what." 

With everything that occurred next, you still remained in your room. Why? 

Because he had asked you to. 

And you were meant to listen to him. 

So you ignored all the changes in Spiritual Pressure that occurred in Hueco Mundo to fulfill his order. But there was one change that you can no longer ignore. 

And with that worry, that fright, you ran out of your room. With all your strength, you flew upwards, past the fake skies of Las Noches and into the truth of Hueco Mundo. Landing on the ground, you stood up. 

And it was as if your mere presence had caused him to peel away his gaze from his opponent. His eyes that met yours were no longer those you saw during your first meeting. 

That emptiness that he signified was filling up. 

Just as your tears welled in your eyes, your lips parted in a frightful gasp, watching his wings begin to disappear. His hand, the very same one that bled you, lifted from his side. His fingers reached for you. Allowing your tears to fall, you cried as you ran to him, your own hand stretched out to grasp his. 

Yet no matter how fast you ran, you could never reach him. 

He was so close.

Yet so far. 

"I see it now," he said, stopping you in your tracks with wide eyes and parted lips. "I understand now," he said. 

You ignored the presence of the humans, only focusing on the fallen Espada. 

"Your heart," he let out, fingers beginning to close in an empty grip. "Has always been in the palm of my hands." 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you ran to him again, weakly struggling to reach him. 

But just when you did, his hand leaves you as it dissipated into darkened ash.

With a loud cry, you fell to your knees, our tears unabashedly falling to your cheeks. Your left hand clutches over your heart-

"Rip out my chest."

-while your right hand clutches over your head-

"Crush open my skull." 

As you were heeding his last order, he was heeding yours, providing you the sensation of actions you asked for. 

Yet another regret filled that heavy heart of yours.

#bleach #bleach oneshot #bleach fluff #bleach angst #bleach romance #bleach drabble #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #aizen sosuke #aizen #sosuke aizen #gin ichimaru #ichimaru gin #gin #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiorra x reader #ulquiorra x y/n #ulquiorra oneshot #ulquiorra angst #ulquiorra fluff #ulquiorra cifer x reader #ulquiorra cifer oneshot #ulquiorra cifer angst #ulquiorra cifer fluff #orihime #orihime inoue #ulquiorra cifer x y/n #arrancars #espada #4th espada

[s-mut-onoko]

Punishment- Gin x Reader Smut

MINORS DNI

You don't know how long it's been, how many orgasms you've let out, and how many times you've screamed his name. All you know is that you're getting fucked into oblivion. You can't think straight anymore, your body's shaking, getting absolutely ruined by none other than Gin.

You don't know what you did to receive 'punishment'. He's just trying to ruin you more than you already are. He's really trying to push your limits…

Your thought's and body has already been shattered,Gin fucking you stupid, your hands tied to the top of your head, now all you can do is moan, cry, and cum for the 'nth time, trying to handle Gin’s energy and speed.

You have yet, another orgasm while moaning his name. Lots of tears streaming down your face, as you still try to beg Gin to stop, or slow down. It was all too much for you to handle. You've been pushed far from your limits, he keeps up his speed again.. Thrusting inside your helpless cunt that can only let sticky liquids out, and Gin’s cock in.. There is no sign of him stopping any time soon.

"What?~ You don't like my punishment for you?" He looks down upon you and smirks, his lips curling up to form a cruel smile.

"I guess we should have more punishments for you.." Gin starts fucking you even harder. You're completely helpless in this situation. All you can do is let him do things to you.

He chuckles as you cum again. He continues to thrust in you like this, not having any plans to stop in the near future. You realize that he's not planning on stopping until he thinks you're punished appropriately, even though you have orgasmed multiple times in a row.

"You think you're going to make me slow down, little runt? Hah! We're going to continue this. And you are going to feel

every single punishment.

Every.

Single.

One..

#conan edogawa #detective conan #black organization #gin smut #gin x reader #smut oneshot

[rimbaudofficial]

Ouizzy modern AU feat cursed gin

#ouizzy #modern au #cursed gin #Frenchie/izzy #Izzy/Frenchie #oneshot #fluff #established relationship

[littleguyshowdown]

#gin ibushi #little guy showdown #fandom polls #tumblr polls #yttd #your turn to die #niko oneshot #oneshot

[coolandspicy]

Why vote for Niko: the only catnb of this tournament, Niko is a good kid tasked with returning the sun and saving the world. Yknow, little stuff. Their favorite food is pancakes made by their mom. Idk man. But they’re good. I should really play this game sometime.

Why vote for Gin: I don’t want to play favorites but my canonically autistic son didn’t get tricked into a death game to lose this competition. He dresses as his special interest. He has “cat mode” which can be used for searching. But I will grant you if there’s one thing that hinders Gin in this competition it’s that he’s technically both a catboy and a dogboy.

#tumblr catboy polls #niko oneshot #oneshot #yttd #gin ibushi #there's definitely an affinity in this bracket

[kittengawa]

Why is your brother obsessed with dazai?

oh you mean ryunosuke? well.. i wouldn't say he's "obsessed" with dazai-kun, he just really admires him.

i don't get to see my brother often but I'll certainly have to ask about his admiration to dazai-kun next time he returns home! ^^

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #ask gin! #gin bsd #gin akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd oneshot #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai

[lilac-5ky]

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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[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Gintoki is probably someone’s who’s think actions speak louder than word he sucks at expressing himself

I can't tell whether I am supposed to write a scenario based on this or not but I will respond regardless.

I wholeheartedly agree on this. I still haven't finished Gintama but it is pretty clear that Gintoki cannot for the life of him express himself or his feelings through words. Maybe it is because he hasn't had someone to tell him that it is okay to say what he feels.

No matter the case, yes Gintoki will only express his feelings through actions. I am almost convinced that he also sucks when it comes to physical touch so it is just acts of service for him. He loves small gestures and small gifts even if he acts like he prefers bigger and grander gifts.

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Happy Pride Month to all of my lovely followers! I'd want to thank you for giving me 100+ followers initially. I like to thank each and every one of you, and I truly appreciate your support when you like, reblog, and follow me for my posts. It makes me feel like the most wonderful being in the world. And I'm sorry for being inactive the last a couple of days; I've been busy with school. Be at ease, though! With this poll, I'll make it up to you guys!

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[sir-subpar]

Papa N. Gin (Crash Bandicoot Au oneshot. *Not a ship*)

This was an impulse creation. I did this all in one sitting. Which is not normal for me, but I wanted to write for a fandom I haven't before.

SUMMARY: *Random Crash Bandicoot au idea: Dr Cortex and N. Brio made Crash and Coco (just like in the game) but the catch? They're just babies, not fit for world domination yet. Cortex decided that N. Gin shall care for the two rodents. As you can imagine, the physicist with a rocket is not prepared for this. (Note: I haven't really written for these characters before, even if I am familiar with them. Not everything in this fic will be canon compliant)

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"N. Gin!" 

Cortex's commanding voice echoed through the halls of his castle. He impatiently tapped his foot as he stared at the two baby bandicoots on his lab table. He couldn't conquer the Earth when his "mutant soldiers" were just babbling infants. Brio had stared at the baby rodents with a mix of intrigue and slight disappointment. This wasn't how their experiments were supposed to go. 

Minutes went by, Cortex's already limited patience was running thin. Cortex yelled again, "N. GIN!" Almost immediately after his second yell, however, the large door to his lab opened. A familiar rocket-headed scientist peering through it. N. Gin wobbled into the room. He was breathing fast, clearly he had run all the way to his superior's lab. "Y-Yes Dr. Cortex?" N. Gin's robotic voice asked cautiously. He knew Cortex didn't like waiting, and that his delayed arrival most likely aggravated him. "About time you showed up, N. Gin," Cortex rolled his eyes, exaggerating his annoyance, but eventually dropped it. He decided to move on to more important matters.

 "I have a new assignment for you." Cortex smirked, his tone sounding somewhat devious, though it was rare for him not to. He leaned his back on his lab work table and crossed his arms, blocking the cyborg's view of the bandicoots. Brio remained quiet, looking at Cortex quizzically. 

N. Gin tilted his head slightly, his rocket bobbing with his movements. "What is it you need me to do?" N. Gin asked, his hands fidgeting a bit. Cortex beckoned his minion closer with the simple hand movement. N. Gin did not question it, and approached his boss. Cortex gestured towards his experiments, letting N. Gin view them up close. "Rodents?" He asked, not sure what Cortex wanted from him. "Bandicoots, to be specific. These are the experiments Brio and I have been working on. As you can see, they aren't ready for combat." Cortex ended his sentence with a dissatisfied tone. The scientists watched the baby anthropomorphic animals fumble around on the table.

 "Do they have names?" N. Gin asked, watching the babies crawling around on the table.  He had to admit, they were cute. With their orange fur and big eyes. He always had a soft spot for rodents. Cortex grabbed one of the bandicoots by the fur on the back of their neck, the child letting out a startled or distressed squeak. He handed the mammal to N. Gin, who cradled them in his arms. "That one is named Crash. And this one," Cortex paused and grabbed the second child and handed them to N. Gin. The cyborg cradled one in each arm, a little jarred by the action. "This one is his sister Coco." 

'Crash and Coco,' N. Gin thought. 'Catchy'

"I need you to take care of them. They may be useless now, but they may have potential for the future." Cortex stated, his tone making it clear that was an order. 

N. Gin had to do a double take. His body stiffened upon realizing what he was being told to do. A wave of uncertainty hit N. Gin's core.

 "T-Take care of them? You mean-" 

"I want you to raise them as your own." Cortex interrupted him. His command was so blunt it left little room for N. Gin to argue.

 N. Brio also looked shocked, he had no idea Cortex intended to leave these infants under the care of N. Gin of all people. Was he trying to get his could-be future minions killed? "M-m-master Cortex, you really want to leave these children with h-him? N-no offense to either of you, but N. Gin doesn't exactly seem like t-the, ah, 'parental' type." 

N. Gin immediately felt a spike in anxiety. His mind rushed with a thousand concerns at once. Sure, he had cared for rodents in the past, but they were just that. Rodents. Animals. These bandicoots were meant to be humanoid to some degree, he was basically just being asked to raise kids. Was he really a good choice for this? He still had his other responsibilities. Even in that moment, he was covered with bits of soot, gunpowder, and who knows what else from his projects. He smelled like smoke, copper and gasoline. Not exactly things associated with child safety. Plus, time was a big problem. He was constantly busy, either doing maintenance on things like the generators and security system, building weapons, or making improvements to his life support system. How would he have the time to do all of that and look after these two children? 

"Are you questioning my judgment, Brio?" The sound of Cortex's confident voice brought the physicist out of his anxious stupor. When had he started shaking? Cortex turned to N. Gin with a sly expression. "I'm sure he can handle this. Right, N. Gin?"

N. Gin hesitated for a moment. But, N. Gin would do just about anything to appease master Cortex. "Yes." Was all he said. This seemed to please Cortex, who gave him a smile. "Excellent. I knew I could count on you. Now, off you go! Brio and I have more work to do. As do you." N. Gin gave him a shaky nod, and promptly left the room. As soon as the large door slammed behind him, things were quiet. The only sounds he could hear were the whirs and clicks of his cybernetics, and the small cooing of Crash and Coco in his arms.

Could he handle this?

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A few days later, N. Gin came to the conclusion that no. He could not handle this. He sat at his desk, exhausted. He hadn't slept or showered in two days. 

He made a small gated area in his room for the kids to play in. He put some pillows and a blanket to cushion the floor beneath the children. He didn't have any actual baby toys yet for them, so he had to improvise. He took some old clothes he didn't wear anymore, cut apart the fabric, and with some pillow stuffing and needlework he was able to make a stable teddy bear. Sure, it was a bit flat and uneven, but it was a safe toy, at least. He was thankful that Brio had brought him some baby formula he made for them a few days ago. Telling him to let him know if he needed more. 

But even with all that in mind, he was still so overwhelmed. He couldn't leave them alone, babies had no sense of self preservation. There was a chance they would suffocate simply because they don't understand the concept of breathing!

And the crying.

Oh, the crying.

It kept him up at night, more than usual. He wasn't surprised that they cried a lot. That's just something infants do, after all. They don't know how to communicate. But knowing that barely made it easier. Their wailing either gave him headaches, or amplified his usual ones. 

Coco, out of nowhere, started bawling her little eyes out. Crash, surprisingly stayed quiet. N. Gin turned his chair around. Speak of the devil. He trudged towards the bandicoots, practically dragging his feet. He lifted Coco out of the play pen, and held her in his arms. She continued to wail. He went down the list of usual reasons she would be crying. Hungry? No, she just ate and won't eat now. Changing? No, not that either. Did she want the toy? Nope. Not now. Tired? Maybe that was it. He sat back in his chair, holding Coco in his arms. He wasn't wearing his gloves, he noticed that the kids didn't seem to like them. Maybe the materials were uncomfortable to them? They weren't really soft, to be fair. But neither were his hands, honestly. His hands were calloused, covered in scars and burns. He couldn't imagine his hands being much better than the gloves, but the bandicoots beg to differ, apparently. It wasn't important, anyway. 

He focused on calming Coco. Cradling her in his arms and holding her against his chest. He once heard that infants found heartbeats comforting, or something. With His cybernetics constantly making small mechanical sounds, he wasn't sure if it would work, but it was worth a shot. To his surprise, and his relief, it seemed to do the trick. Coco's cries began to die down, fading into whimpers. N. Gin let out a sigh of relief. Quiet at last. He could feel himself drifting off a bit.

The quiet was short lived, as now Crash began to fuss. Not quite crying yet, but getting there. He got up from the chair, shifting to hold Coco with one arm, and holding Crash in the other. But he guessed since now the children were close to each other, Coco could hear Crash's whining, which led to her fussing making a comeback. 

N. Gin felt himself welling up. He couldn't take it. He was so tired. He was constantly busy but felt like he got nothing done. His head hurt, he could feel himself overheating. All his exhaustion and emotions were becoming too much for him to handle. His missile released a puff of steam, a system he had given his life support to prevent too much overheating. But the noise scared the bandicoots in his arms, causing them to cry louder. 

That's when he broke. He let the tears fall. He couldn't hold them back anymore. He sat on his bed, he and the babies cried. He couldn't do this. Why did Cortex make him do this!? Why did he think he could do this? How did so many parents do this!? He felt so... pathetic. He could survive a warhead in his skull, countless explosive and fire-related accidents, but these kids just… broke him. He couldn't understand them. He couldn't ask them what was wrong. He was constantly guessing. 

He eventually laid back on his mattress, the children resting against his sides and his arms around each of them. "Please…" he begged quietly. "Just sleep." Crash and Coco continued to fuss, but after a bit of time, they quieted down a bit. No longer bawling, just whimpering and whining. Which went on for a while. Suddenly, N. Gin felt something repeatedly and lightly pressing into the side of his belly. He turned his head to see it was Crash. The small boy was… trying to climb on him? Crash's small hands kept reaching onto N. Gin's belly, grabbing the fabric of his shirt, unable to get a good trip. N. Gin moved his hand under Crash, assisting him. He gently pushed Crash up onto his abdomen, the boy almost immediately sprawled out his limbs, starting to fall asleep. This gave N. Gin an idea. He looked at his other side, where Coco was curled up whimpering. Like he did with Crash, he tucked his hand under Coco and pushed her onto his chest. She, too, began to calm down. Both rodent children relaxed as N. Gin's chest rose and fell each time he breathed.

He rested his hands on the children. One on Crash, the other on Coco. He used his thumbs to ever so gently rub their backs. They were quiet, save for occasionally shifting and their little snores. They were warm, and soft. And so, so delicate. N. Gin felt himself dozing off. The tension that wound up his body before was slowly easing up and fading. N. Gin closed his eyes. 

Maybe he could do this. 

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[rarepears]

Please can you continue your endeavor x gin and endeavor x Sephiroth fic i know is a lot to ask for but really really want to continue them please 🥺 🥺 🥺

Me: It's not dropped! Also me: Well, I just don't feel like writing right now. This is also me: If I ever do write though, it would probably be more Sung Jinwoo content actually.

Actually me: makes empty promises about updating my fics soon and not fulfilling them.

#ask #in the list of the fics i'm most motivated to write when the writing bug does hit is sung jinwoo x tywin & sung jinwoo x wen ruohan #then it's the gin x endeavor and my svsss oneshots #bottom of the pile is... sephiroth x endeavor