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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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souglias · 30 days

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Remember To Throw Your Expired Milk [GINTOKI]

Just because an era has passed, doesn't mean everything from then is lost.

c/w: self-indulgent, may have some timeline inaccuracies, mentions of the Joui War, mentions of injuries and scars

Gintoki x gn!reader (reader is implied to be smaller than him for a small part)

word count: 4.7k words (I'm sorry guys)

note: This fic serves an outlet for me, so when I mean self-indulgent, I really mean it!! Please let me know if you think I missed any content warnings. Border is a cropped frame from the Gintama The Final movie :)

cross-posted on AO3 (accessible from my profile)!

All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

The morning before you leave for the Joui war is a chilly autumn, with the last leaves barely hanging onto their branches. The four of you were to leave together: You, Gintoki, Takasugi and Katsura.

This particular morning, it is just you and Gintoki in the abandoned house that Takasugi and Katsura also lived in. Both of them have gone out for a bit. You didn’t know for what, but the house feels a little empty without the two.

Gintoki is keenly aware of you standing behind him, your eyes burning holes into his hands that are tightening his headband. He is about to attach his sword but decides to drop his hands to his sides instead, shaking them.

With his back still facing you, he spits, "Go back to Edo tonight. You have no use on the battlefield."

The monotonous banter, usually akin to a relentless fly, stings this time. It takes only a moment for him to realise the possible weight of his words. Tentatively, he looks over his shoulder at you.

Gintoki doesn't know if he is more than a friend to you, but he would carry all your burdens and sorrow if it meant you wouldn’t enter the battlefield with them. If he has to choose his life or yours, he will choose yours. He would do anything if it meant that you would tease him about his natural perm or jab him playfully at his sides again.

So, when he meets your unwavering yet melancholic gaze, he breaks the eye contact that barely lasts. His feet become a little heavier each time he sees you with that face. The more he trudges forward, the more he has to lose.

"I'm not useless. You know I can fight. Didn’t know you had such a shit impression of me."

You can, and you fight well.

“But you don’t need to fight. You should protect your ass when you can and live. You’ve always been a scared kid anyway. Oh, who was the one who used to be intimidated by me?”

You retort back, but there’s no bite in it. “Shut your ass trap. I’m not chickening out now. You sound like the one who’s scared now.”

Gintoki’s heart is trembling. He sees the grim reaper preparing for its shift to make rounds and he does not want to see you among a pile of corpses.

He flicks your forehead, takes your headband anyway and wraps it around your head. You too, carry the same pent-up fury from the Kansei Purge as everyone else. You have your grievances to air in your way too. Hell, if you asked him not to fight, he would have called you an idiot and ignored you.

His arms hover around your head as he ties a knot securely at the back of your head. Your head is almost on his chest, and his mind wanders to how close you are to him.

“It hurts.”

“Ah, sorry.”

His hands move to loosen your headband, but you rest one hand on his forearm to stop him. You stare straight into his chest and your free hand fidgets with the side of your pant leg. Gintoki realises that you are thinking about so much more than the headband.

If he could even be audacious, he thinks he knows what you are thinking of.

He tries to think of something to say. For a split moment, he even considers a hug. Even though it’s not something he has ever been good with. But before he gets to do anything at all, Takasugi creeps up from behind him.

“I can’t believe you guys. Getting all touchy-feely before the fight?”

Gintoki immediately steps back, creating some distance between the two of you. He hurls some insults at Takasugi and the two of them bicker. When Katsura returns, instead of breaking up the fight, he joins in their nonsensical argument that is not even about the two of you anymore.

You take in this scene and etch it in your mind. This is the perfect time to have time halt if it is ever possible.

The four of you set out when it was time. As you attach your sword to your side, Gintoki comes up to you with his faux nonchalance. His eyes wander everywhere for a bit, one of his hands rubs the back of his head and the other seems to be lost on what to do. "You already know this, but do me a favour and buy me some strawberry milk on your next trip to the convenience store again. Keep them in the fridge.”

He pauses as he watches your face shift from confusion to understanding.

“It has to be the Azuri brand one! Don't you dare drink it."

Your hand resting on the handle of your sheathed sword tightens.

“Okay, you better fucking come for it.”

Gintoki catches you with that melancholic smile again. He bumps your arm gently with his fist. Noticing you walk with less of a drag in your feet, he assumes it is good enough.

(You are always so difficult for him.)

Sometime towards the end of the Joui war, when the bodies all start to pile up and the soldiers are all weary, he loses sight of you. His eyes can no longer find the silhouette he has become so familiar with and his ears cannot find the rhythm of your steps that he has memorised by heart. You do not return to base when night falls.

The voices all say you’re dead and gone, but Gintoki tries to protect the flickering flame of hope in his heart as he continues to fight. You promised him a carton- no, cartons of strawberry milk. You are far from stupid to take a promise to the afterlife with you.

But when the Joui war ends, he disappears, just like everyone else. Along with the dying fire in his heart that he wilfully thought he could protect. Hope is a heavy thing to carry after all that has happened.

The Amanto, who had kept you in a dark room for what felt like weeks, releases you into a world you are no longer familiar with. You find out that it’s only been days and that you were originally to be executed the next day.

The sky is cluttered with more spaceships and the sun feels a little more cruel than you knew it to be. You walk with no aim, looking back now and then, thinking that you hear familiar voices. It goes on till the sight of the convenience store you frequented with your friends slowly pulls you back to reality. The weight of your emotions kicks in when you hear the welcome chime of the store. Your wounds start to weep and your muscles burn as you limp towards the refrigerator of cooled drinks.

With a throat full of screams you bite back, you place a few cartons of strawberry milk from the barren refrigerator of the convenience store into your arms. Large ones to keep in the fridge, small ones in the event he wants to bring it out. The counter staff asks you if you are okay while he packs your purchases, but you simply brush him off.

As you drag your unwilling feet into the town that spells a lonely journey into the future, the carton of strawberry milk treads too to its expiration date.

(How naive of you, to think Edo would be the town you could call home with everyone you cared about and the one man you loved.)

You wander within the city after you receive treatment, searching for a sign of anyone you know. Eventually, you traverse out of Edo.

Whenever someone mentions the Four Heavenly Kings, you find your spirit to be lifted, only to be let down without fail. It is a name that strangers use so freely and carelessly. The four you know are now only legends, reduced to mere tales. They are unreachable, even as someone who has grown with them. You start to think maybe they are dead. Maybe you have just been searching for a time that has ceased to exist.

(Besides, you may have escaped death when you were released, but you think a part of you died that day too.)

It’s a long time before you force yourself to get your shit together. When you return to Edo, you see wanted posters of Katsura everywhere, the corners already peeling. One, hangs on by a small strip of tape, at a lamp post outside a humble ramen shop on the outskirts. You get a job at this ramen shop, and you stare at Katsura’s mugshot as you work until the poster gets blown away one day. With your pay, you get by and live in a simple rented apartment nearby.

When you finally bump into Katsura himself, you think you’re seeing the distant light at the end of the winding tunnel. He manages to fill you in on a bit, but takes off soon due to his predicament. The bare, discreet conversation you have with him ends up doing the opposite of what you hoped, whiffing out the little hope you carried instead. Sakamoto is assumed to be in space, which makes you a little relieved knowing he’s living his dream. But, the fact that the whereabouts of Gintoki and Takasugi are still uncertain makes you feel you’re still at square one.

Despite the time that has passed, you still see Gintoki in many things. The Shounen Jump on the shelves. Anyone with their permed hair, even if it’s clearly artificial. And especially those fucking cartons of strawberry milk you keep. They are an anchor to your past and their tarnished, rusted edges dig into your skin. You want to throw them out so bad, but you can never bring yourself to. You stay at square one with these rotting cartons for the passing seasons.

On a chilly winter afternoon with snow that’s taking its time to fall, you find Gintoki when you pass through Kabukicho. Walking past Snack Otose, you catch a glimpse of a head of silver in your peripheral vision.

You don’t recall when this… Yorozuya Gin-Chan came to be above Snack Otose. But you always pass Kabukicho in a hurry. Maybe it has always been there.

An old lady talks to him at his door, blocking him from your view on the ground floor. But you wouldn’t mistake that natural wavy perm of silver, even though all you see are strands peeking out from the sides of the old lady.

When she walks off with a face of frustration, you withdraw into a nearby alley in a flurry. You take in the scene of Gintoki with his exasperated look. He scratches his head a little and sighs, before he goes back inside. You take it as your sign to leave.

(Gintoki sees you. And he isn’t ready to talk to you either. Not with the way your fists clench. He immediately guesses what you’re feeling, if you have not changed immensely into someone different. He shakes away the urge to approach you and convinces himself again that just knowing that you are alive and warm is enough. He is content.)

The snow does not stop even when night falls. When Gintoki returns home, he turns the television on and stretches out with his feet propped up on his work desk. The doorbell rings and he sits up. His heart throbs, in anticipation for a certain someone. He tames it. Expectation is a potential recipe for disappointment.

When he opens the door, he finds you carrying two plastic bags. Your hands are very tightly wrapped around the handles. You refuse to look up at him.

“What? Asshole crawled back up from their grave? Not happy with what you got?”

You enter the house wordlessly and he shuffles out of your path. You drop the bags on the coffee table, causing a loud thud to resound in the room.

“Hey hey, the landlady downstairs is going to complain. She already came up bitching about the rent earlier this afternoon-”

“I owe you something. Did you forget?”

You pull a small carton of strawberry milk out of the bag and set it on the table. It is worn from weather and time. You rip open the top of the carton and the straw gets yanked out of the plastic, soon finding itself in the opening.

Shoving the carton into his chest, you gather the courage to look him in the eye. The carton starts to wrinkle even more from your tightening grip. You hold it tighter, as if it would stop your tears from welling.

He notices the expiry date printed on the carton, which was more than one and a half years ago. His hand wraps around yours and he doesn’t let you slip them out.

“I don’t forget what people owe me that easily. Even if I died, I would demand for the guardians of hell to arrange a delivery to get them from you.”

Your grip loosens a little when you notice the soft, subtle smile on his face. There’s a lump in your throat again and you take a few deep breaths to stop it. The sound of the television fills the silence between the two of you for a bit.

“A little less than a year ago, I crossed paths with Zura. He told me both of you disappeared and didn’t know where you were.”

The next few words almost escape him. It makes you feel small and helpless to say it, even though he was right in front of you. “I thought maybe you died.”

A stray tear streaks down your cheek. He gently pries the milk from your hands and sets it down on the table.

(He thought you died too. Sure, without realising it, he started to carry hope in his heart again. But it felt like the weight of the world sometimes, and he had to carry it by dragging it across the ground. The possibility of you being six feet under rang so loud in his mind.

It only became lighter when he bumped into Katsura for the first time a few days ago. It was when he heard about you from Katsura. Gintoki headed down and watched you work in the ramen shop from the other side of the road. He left without approaching you. He didn’t know what he was going to say to you. Besides, seeing him could reopen old wounds and he didn’t want to do that to you. And just maybe, he was a little bit of a coward when it comes to you.

But he guesses it is all futile. You found him after all.)

With his thumb, he brushes your cheek. You notice scars on his arm that you don’t ever recall him having.

“You worry too much. It takes a lot to kill me.”

“But it hurt, didn’t it?”

It did. Even now, the wounds on his soul throb a little. He thinks he’s underestimated how much he missed you. “They’re just scratches.”

You inch towards him and put your arms around him for a hug. He tenses up at your touch, but he manages to loosen up and pats your back gently until you stop crying.

“Did you cry like that when you found Zura?”

“No.”

A stray smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t waste your tears on Zura.”

“So you’re saying it’s worth it to cry for you?”

Gintoki’s eyes dart off in another direction. “No. Don't cry for me again.”

The way his sentence seemingly hangs thickens the air between the two of you. He scoffs and sits down on the sofa. Refusing to make eye contact with you, he rubs the back of his head and frowns.

He is still the Gintoki you committed to your memory and love. Even as time passes, he still has the same habits. Even though his fashion sense has changed, you still see him adorn the same shades. You can still see the pureness of his soul even with the haze of time. Despite the tears, you find a hearty laugh rising up your throat. So you let it out.

He freezes upon hearing your laugh and realises that he has not heard something so genuine from you for so long, even from before the two of you parted.

As he runs his fingers through his natural perm for the last time and stands up, he suggests, “Let’s go to the supermarket. We should get new cartons.”

You glance at the clock. “Sorry, maybe not today. It takes a while to get to the supermarket and I need to get back to my apartment too. I live on the outskirts.”

“I’ll send you back. I have a scooter now.”

“Wow, I assumed you couldn’t pay rent. Where did you get the money for that? Did you rob a bank? It’s well within the capabilities of the White Yaksha.”

His eyebrow twitches. “Quit yapping and move along. I bargained hard and relentlessly for a lower price.”

As both of you make your way to the scooter, you continue to make more snarky comments about how he got the scooter. When you see the scooter, you decide to make some more comments about the scooter, though you actually think it is a fine thing. He smacks you on the head, eliciting a giggle from you instead of what he thought would be a retort.

“Your home is so damned far away, you know,” Gintoki complains as he turns on the engine.

“You were the one who offered.”

Without much thought, you tease him as you sit behind him, “Then, where should I stay? With you?”

You realise what you’ve asked and you’re about to make a comment to brush it off. But Gintoki plops a helmet on your head before you can do so, and starts the scooter. As he begins to drive off, you place your hands tentatively on his waist. He throws a glance over his shoulder at you. “Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get used to your hand on him and he can feel your tense hands slowly relax. With his eyes on the road in front of him, he’s not 100% sure, but he thinks you’re leaning in a little.

(The scooter doesn’t go as fast as those flashy sports cars the rich use to zoom around town. But you still get to the convenience store a lot quicker than you expected. It’s too fast, you feel like you will never have enough time with him.

Even though he is right in front of you, the lost time makes the vast distance between the two of you so clear. It is one that you cannot cross now with your arms, even if you gathered the courage to wrap them wholly and tightly around him. The thought that he might disappear again will gnaw at you for a while.

That night, he pays for the strawberry milk. The two of you take the last two cartons of the Azuri brand he very much prefers. You take your time to sip on it during the ride, watching his wavy hair let loose in the wind and catch the lights of the slowly dwindling traffic around you.)

Gintoki gives you a face when he looks up from the grocery bag on the coffee table. His eyes fill with incredulity and his lips downturn dramatically. "What is this?"

You put up an air of innocence, teasing in a sing-song voice, "What's what?"

"THIS!"

He pulls out a carton of milk from the grocery bag with two fingers gripping it and waves it around hysterically.

"This is plain milk!"

"You're stating the obvious."

He drops the carton back into the grocery bag and yells out in exasperation, hands grasping at nothing in the air. You stifle a laugh.

"Still gives you the protein that you so absolutely love in your strawberry milk, doesn't it?"

He plops down on the sofa and crosses his arms. Eyebrow twitching, he begins a lecture.

"Listen [name]. Plain milk is not the same as strawberry milk. Strawberry milk is NOT just syrup or sugar getting added into milk."

You nod, pursing your lips so as not to let out a laugh at the bewildering he says and the ones he might say.

His doctor highly recommended that he cut down on sugar. Based on your internet searches, strawberry-flavoured milk has more sugar than plain ones. And because you love your boyfriend so much, you decide to take it into your own hands to buy plain milk which would be much better for his health. Watching him become exasperated over it is just a huge cherry on top.

Sensing that you found his reasoning ridiculous, he whines and throws himself face down onto his sofa. You don’t bother to suppress your laughter when he starts kicking his feet.

Out of nowhere, he jumps off the sofa and slides his wooden sword into his belt. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You offered to buy it because you planned this, right? Because the doctor said I had to reduce my sugar intake.”

How dare you, his beloved, commit such an act of betrayal to him! He adds a little shout in between his rambling. Then, adds, “Sugar is life, [name]! We have to go buy them now!”

He tugs at your arm and you refuse to budge. Initially, you reason that he can’t leave the house because Yorozuya’s opening hours aren’t over yet. As he tugs harder, you start to mock him for having such a sweet tooth, how he’s weak for being unable to go by without strawberry milk and how ungrateful he is for you. He retorts back saying you shouldn’t have backstabbed your boyfriend like that, and there’s nothing sinful with having a sweet tooth. In the end, he lifts you by your waist with his arm and out of the house into the spring evening. Conscious of the looks of onlookers, you smack him on his back harder and harder till he complains about how it hurts and puts you down.

Gintoki continues to lecture you about the strawberry milk as the two of you walk to the convenience store that opened months ago. In the five-minute walk, you let him go on about the difference and hum now and then as an indication that you are listening. At the same time, you imagine the pink cherry blossom buds overhead. You imagine the falling sakura blooms around him. A mental image of the blossoms in his silver hair surfaces.

When he finishes his sentence, you comment, “I think you could be a strawberry parfait too.”

“Huh?”

It’s now your turn to talk in this walk and Gintoki sees the vision you’re having. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you jab him at his side before he can say it.

When the two of you enter the store, he runs straight to the refrigerator. You trail behind him, already finding his arms full of large and small Maiji milk cartons although it has only been one minute.

It has become normal for Gintoki to take the Maiji brand carton without a second thought. You can no longer find the Azuri brand milk in Edo anymore, and possibly the whole of Japan. It took him a little getting used to and some whining to you, but he has come to enjoy it.

When you watch him try to arrange and squeeze everything into the basket, you think maybe your plan to help him cut down on sugar has backfired. Mans simply trying to stock up at this point. You end up having to do some convincing in that narrow aisle, with some other shoppers, for this manchild to put a few back.

From the refrigerator to the cashier and back to Yorozuya, Gintoki keeps pouting. You poke his cheek with his free hand, but all you get is a “hmph”. He’s not going to give in so easily! It takes so much more than paying for his sweets and saying he looks like a strawberry parfait!!

You think about offering to pay for his parfait, but you tell yourself not to give in to him. You want him to live a long life and die of old age, not go out way before his time in agony because of sugar.

Gintoki plops down at the corner of the sofa when the two of you return to Yorozuya. He starts reading the latest copy of Shounen Jump with one leg crossed on the sofa, sipping loudly on his milk in an attempt to irritate you. You sit on the other corner with your drink and magazine you bought yourself earlier, and you prop your feet on top of his lap. He smacks your feet once, but he lets you be as he always does. On other days, he enjoys doing it to you too.

Every now and then, you look up to see him engrossed in his manga. Sometimes when you blink, you still see images of the past versions of him with Katsura and Takasugi at his side.

You get up and give him a kiss on the cheek, before heading to the stairs outside. He’s a bit caught off guard, but you leave him to process it.

On the street downstairs, a few kids scramble around, presumably to head home. Your mind wanders to the three boys you grew up with. There are still days you think you wake from your nap in the classroom to the three boys duking it out in the dojo. But when your bleary vision in the morning clears and you notice that the ceiling above is different from the one at Shoka Sonjuku, reality settles. It’s just a ruckus made by some kids outside. You stare at the ceiling, remembering that Takasugi is at large with his new comrades. You remember that Zura now has his own faction, which both you and Gintoki reject his relentless invitations to. You remember that Shoyo-sensei is gone.

You hear the sliding door open behind you and Gintoki leans on the part of the ledge beside you.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Gintoki notices you running your finger back and forth on the grooved surface of the ledge. He places a kiss on your temple. A little hesitant at first, but he goes for it. He then shifts behind you slightly, resting his hand on top of yours. With his steady frame behind you, you lean back a little on him.

(Gintoki wonders what Shoyo-sensei would think about the two of you. Hopefully, he approves, even though Shoyo had witnessed him disturbing you in class and outside of it. Hell, Shoyo even thought Gintoki was bullying you at one point and Gintoki had gone to lengths to prove otherwise. He would also argue that he was teasing you to get you to break out of your shell. Though in hindsight, maybe he had been a little mean about a few things.)

The wish to return to the bygone days still squeezes your heart with its agony. The days that Shoka Sonjuku was your home. Its invisible hands still try to grasp at the memories that are becoming ever-distant and drifting away in the stream of time. It is always the worst when you find resemblances that you find hard to ignore.

But everyone has found their place in this new era, including you. The night he dropped you off after reuniting, he asked you’ll come to Yorozuya again. You said you’d try, but no promises because it was far. Though, as you watched his receding figure ride back into the brightly lit town you once detested, you knew you would.

You're glad you did. After all, you found a place with Gintoki. A place, in this still unfamiliar city, that you can finally bring yourself to call home again.

If you've come this far, thank you so much for reading this self-indulgent, monster of a fic <3

#sakata gintoki x reader #gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki #gintoki imagines #gintama imagines #gintama x reader #gintama #souglia.s #my gintoki lovergirl era really hit this hard #this is my saddest era too esp bc of the songs I've been listening to while writing this #now I have other monsters to face aka my final assignments #still can't believe I spit out 4.7k worth of words for this man #I am very downbad for him #when I have the time watch me yap about the themes and shit and stuff I couldn't include

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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How do you think Gintoki would react to his partner confessing to him that he's their first when they're about to get intimate and they're a little insecure and embarrassed about this fact? 🩷💌

A/N: OMG!!😳 I’m sorry! I just couldn’t stop myself from putting this GIF!😂

Ft: Sakata Gintoki (Gintama).

Sakata Gintoki

➵ Freaks out, as if the world is ending.

➵ Despite Gintoki's cool and unbothered demeanor most of the time, he's the most likely among the Gintama boys to react this way.

➵ He honestly doesn't know what to do, and it's more likely that his partner will end up taking care of him instead.

➵ I swear! He's not trying to be mean, but poor baby just really has no idea what he's supposed to do! 😭

➵ He doesn’t mind the fact that it’s their first time, of course! It’s just that he doesn’t know how to continue with this newfound information.

➵ He's probably going to be extremely awkward throughout the whole process, constantly worrying about where to place his hands and how rough to be.

➵ The worst part is that he's too shy to even ask questions about how his partner wants things to go! It's just too much for his manly ego to admit that he has no idea how to proceed! 😤 His partner will have no choice but to guide him through it all.

➵ And if his partner wants him to be rougher, then they'll have to literally snap at him to get some action. Otherwise, he'll continue with the whole 'my s/o is too fragile to handle me' act.

➵ Somehow, this guy has managed to mix awkwardness with smugness. I have no idea how it works, but it does with him.

➵ In the end, everything will depend solely on how his partner decides to deal with him.

➵ If they decide to be the sweetest thing on earth, he'll turn into the king of smugness for providing such a night of pleasure.

➵ However, if his partner decides to tease him, he'll become the most discreet little mouse they've ever seen, blushing at the smallest things.

➵ Ultimately, it's all up to their preference. 😉

You find yourself in a cozy, dimly lit bedroom. You're lying next to Gintoki, who's lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face.

You glance over at him, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you think back on what just happened. Despite his usual sarcastic demeanor, Gintoki had been surprisingly sweet and attentive, taking his time to make sure you were comfortable and enjoying yourself.

You clear your throat, breaking the comfortable silence. "So... that was, um, nice," you say, feeling awkward despite yourself.

Gintoki chuckles softly, turning his head to look at you. "Just nice?" He teases, a smug grin crossing his face.

You roll your eyes, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips. "Okay, it was amazing," you admit, snuggling closer to him.

Gintoki's expression softens, and he reaches out to run a hand through your hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says, his voice low and gentle.

"You know, for someone who's been with other people before, you were surprisingly clueless," you tease him, earning a blush from the usually smug samurai.

He grumbles in response, "Hey, I never said I was a pro at this. I just go with the flow." You chuckle at his nonchalant attitude, but you know that he's actually just too shy to ask about your preferences.

"It's okay, Gintoki," you reassure him, reaching over to take his hand. "I enjoyed it all the same."

He squeezes your hand back, relief washing over his face. "Good, because I was really worried I was too rough."

You shake your head, "No, you were perfect."

He grins, "What can I say? I'm the king of providing pleasure."

You can't help but laugh at his arrogance, but you know that deep down he's just happy that he was able to make you feel good. You snuggle closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

There's a moment of silence as you both just lay there, enjoying each other's company. Then, Gintoki speaks up again. "You know, I'm not usually one for this kind of thing," he admits, sounding a little awkward.

You turn to look at him, curious. "What do you mean?"

Gintoki shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. "I mean... I'm not very good at the whole... emotional stuff," he says, frowning slightly. "I don't really know how to talk about my feelings or anything like that.”

You reach out to take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "That's okay," you say. "I'm not exactly an expert either."

Gintoki gives you a small smile, looking relieved. "Thanks," he says quietly. "I just don't want you to think I don't care or anything like that."

You shake your head, feeling a surge of affection for the lazy, sarcastic man lying next to you. "I know you care," you say, smiling. "In your own way."

Gintoki chuckles, sounding a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess I do," he says. "I mean, I wouldn't have done all this if I didn't care about you."

You feel a warm feeling spreading through your chest at his words, and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you," you whisper.

Gintoki wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "Anytime," he murmurs, his eyes sliding closed. You both drift off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, feeling content and happy.

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corpsekiller · 1 year

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your writing is amazing!!! dadtoki makes me so happy and i wanted to ask if you would write more found family fics with him and perhaps the reader as a second parental figure?

✝ 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖲 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖨'𝖬 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖸𝖮𝖴 — 𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮𝖪𝖨

thank you for your request, my dear. dadtoki has a special place in my heart and i will never stop writing about the found family trope and the yorozuya, so i really couldn't stop myself from writing this <33

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. sakata gintoki x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. hurt/comfort, rluff, mentions of blood, dad!toki

MASTERLIST

Gintoki wonders how he got here.

The park is nearly empty at this time. A few children still run around the playground nearby and a couple strolls down the lonely path hand in hand, but the sun is already setting and most people are rushing home to enjoy dinner with their families. It’s too hard to decipher the letters of his new Shounen Jump by now and he gave up on reading anyway, the magazine long forgotten in his lap as he watches Kagura and Shinpachi chase around the meadow.

They’re laughing loudly, dodging each other’s hands and hiding behind trees and bushes, sometimes even jumping over Sadaharu who’s been dozing off since they arrived and seemingly doesn’t mind them climbing over his back. Every once in a while his left ear twitches at the sounds of their giggles and his eyes crack open to follow the kids dashing around his sleeping figure before he falls back into his slumber.

“I think we should head home soon, it’s already getting dark,” you mutter beside him. Gintoki nods blankly, only turning his head when you dig the tip of your finger into his cheeks and although his expression doesn’t change once his gaze meets yours, his heart still jumps in his chest at the sight of you wrapped tightly in his white yukata to protect yourself from the cold breeze sweeping through the park. You look so beautiful and there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from staring at you like a creep when you brush a strand of your hair behind your ear and give him a gentle smile before you scoot closer to him and snuggle into his side.

Sometimes, he’s convinced that this is just a figment of his imagination. It’s in moments like these when everything seems just a little too perfect to be real that he wonders how he got here, how his life turned out to be so beautiful after everything he’s done — the kids are laughing and you’re reaching out to grab his hand, soft and warm against his skin, a small reminder that yanks him back into reality.

“Gin, are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ll get the brats, you stay here,” he croaks, shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts and turning to call out for Shinpachi and Kagura right as she trips over her own feet. “Oi! Be careful—”

The words leave his mouth before he can even think, but it’s too late.

Kagura shrieks and instinctively raises her arms to shield herself from the impact before she lands face first in the dirt and Shinpachi, who’s been grinning from ear to ear only mere seconds ago nearly stumbles into a tree when he hears her fall. Worry is written into the crease of his brows as he whips his head around to check if she’s alright, even though his glasses have fallen into the grass and his vision has turned blurry.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kagura groans as she fights to get up. Mud sticks to her pale cheek, a few leaves have found their way into her tousled hair and for a moment, everything seems to be fine until her eyes search his. Tears cling to her lashes and her bottom lip begins to tremble, barely holding in a sob and Gintoki is about to jump to his feet in panic, but you’re faster.

Rushing past him, you crouch down beside the girl and pull her into a hug, one hand cupping the back of her head and the other one resting on the small of her back to draw soothing circles. Small hands wrap around your chest and dig into the yukata engulfing your body, then she buries her face in your shoulder — she’s crying, sniffling and whimpering quietly as if she isn’t quite sure whether she’s even allowed to show weakness.

Gintoki knows she’s a Yato and she endured injuries much worse than this, but at this moment, as you rock her back and forth, comforting her with loving words and a tight hug, he is once again reminded that she’s just a kid. Much like Shinpachi, she was never allowed to be just that — and like him, they had to grow up too fast, never had a childhood that wasn’t defined by blood and violence, and never had someone who looks out for them until they met him.

And look, he doesn’t really think he’s made for this whole single dad thing he’s got going on since he picked them both up, but he’s been trying his best to make them feel safe and loved, and even though it’s quite exhausting to keep them both fed when his own wallet is empty, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He does have to admit that he’s grateful you came along though. Somehow, you completed their little family and it becomes so much clearer to him as he watches you inspect Kagura’s injury, the fabric of her pants ripped and soaked with the blood from her grazed knee, carefully dabbing the wound with a tissue to clean away any dirt.

She’ll get a bandaid at home, a pretty pink set with little dogs on them he got from the store a while ago, in case his kids got hurt because that’s what they are now — they are his kids and this is his family, not the one he was born with, but the one he chose.

“C’mon, let’s go home,” you encourage Kagura, grabbing her smaller hand to help her onto her feet. “I’ll buy you sukonbu on our way, okay?”

He groans loudly. These brats will cost him an arm and a leg and his pockets were already empty before they even came along.

“Right, Gintoki?” You give him a pointed look as if you could read his thoughts and he nods defeatedly, already searching for some coins in his worn wallet. Whatever makes you happy.

#🕷— drabbles #gintoki x reader #gintoki x reader fluff #sakata gintoki x reader #gintoki x genderneutral reader #sakata gintoki fic #sakata gintoki imagine #gintoki sakata #dadtoki #gintama headcanon #gintama x reader #gintama imagine #gintama shinpachi #gintama gintoki #gintama kagura

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hqfeatbetty · 1 year

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missed gintama so much so here's some hcs for gin because i love him ♥️:

masterlist

Gintoki Sakata :

-no matter what he always makes sure to save money to buy presents for kagura and shinpachi on their birthdays

-despite his confident personality, when he confessed to you he was blushing hard you were genuinely concerned

-he wants to have kids and be the best role model to them like his sensei

-he taught you how to fight so you can protect yourself

-you always wake up in the middle of the night because you felt something heavy on top of you about to crush you, don't worry girl it's just gin :')

-when shinpachi came to you for advice how to ask a girl out, gin was so jealous that you're the favorite parent

-speaking of jealousy, you and katsura are super close and you respect him so much and that's makes him annoyed everytime he sees the two of you having fun

-he's so ticklish from his sides

-smells like candy all the time

-oh yeah give some pudding and he's all yours immediately

#gintama #sakata gintoki x reader #gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki #gintama x reader #gintama gintoki #gintoki fluff #gintoki sakata x reader fluff

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kuromitos · 10 months

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Beach date hcs with your fave gintama characters? Thanks!

Alright! Thanks for requesting!

Why pay for your date when the beach is free?

(Gintama Beach dates headcanon)

Gintoki Sakata

With Gin here, he may invite you out to the beach for the two of you only, but it's going to turn into a family event with Kagura and Shinpachi in tow.

You don't mean but he does. He got to deal with these kids all day every day, can't he have one day alone with his partner?

No Gin. You can't when you got kids. Thems the rules (゜゜;)＼(--;)

Because of the surprise guests, he doesn't have much money for snacks or other fun stuff there.

No problem cause you brought stuff from home, including food.

You guys have a cute little picnic on the beach. Even gets people commenting on how cute of a family you guys are.

Gin is falling for you even more now.

You guys sit in the shade while watching the kids play in the water. Gintoki takes advantage of the small private moment and snuggle up to you.

He enjoys it for a while til he gets hit in the face with a bech ball by Kagura. Start chasing her for revenge, but he buried now.

By the end of the day, he apologized for how it didn't go well, but you stopped him by saying you had a great time. You didn't mean cause you still got to spend time with him.

Toshirou Hijikata

Hijikata is such a workaholic, I feel it would be difficult to get him to take you on a beach date. You probably have to lay some hints down first.

"Sure is hot out this week. I would so love it if someone would take me to the beach." (゜.゜)

"preferably my boyfriend who have some pay off days to use on his beloved partner " (ﾟ_ﾟ)

"*sigh* do you want to go tomorrow, y/n?" " really? I would love too."

On the date tho, he came prepared. I mean everything you need for a beach date. Parasol, towels, sunscreen.

Even made a basket of food for you guys. It's has mayo smothered on it but it's the thought that counts, right? (^-^;

I won't get completely in the water with you. Mainly, get his feet wet in the shallow water watching you from afar.

"Hey toshi! Come on in, the water feels great!" "I'm fine! You be careful, though!" "I'll be fine! Don't-" *seaweed touch your foot* "AAAHHH! TOSHIROU SAVE ME! SOMETHING JUST TOUCH ME!" "( ´～｀) I'm coming."

He'll secretly take pictures of you making sandcastles, playing in the water, just you being cute.

You make sandcastle together ❤️

When the sun starts to set, I can see him wanting to just walk on the beach together, hand in hand. It was a nice end for a nice day.

Hope you enjoy this. Not exactly sure what you do on a beach date but I hope it still good!

That's all I got. Bye for now (*´ﾉ∀`*)

#gintama #sakata gintoki #hijikata toushirou #sakata gintoki x reader #hijikata toshiro x reader #gintama headcanons

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xostrawberry-milkyox · 1 year

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Hello ! Can I ask for Gintoki reaction to his s/o being jealous of Ketsuno Ana because Gintoki used to have a big crush on her thank you :)

I'd like to start off that he still has a crush on ketsuno ana.

it doesn't magically go away once he finds a s/o.

this isn't alarming though as it's very common for people in relationships to also have celebrity crushes.

now considering this, gintoki is going to have zero sympathy over their jealousy.

he will tease them for it.

"oh are you jealous?"

his sadistic nature comes out.

he loves that he can use this to embarrass his s/o.

he'll only have a serious discussion if his s/o becomes genuinely upset about it.

like if gedoumaru were to make a surprise visit and make out of pocket comments about how he would say he wanted to marry ketsuno.

and it ended up making his partner insecure.

he panics.

*mini scenario*

"oi! sure I did say those things, but I'm with you now!

"are you sure it's not because you settled since you couldn't get with ketsuno-sama?"

s/o: 🥲

gintoki: 😥 "oii would you shut up! did you forget what I said back in episode 199?! I'm just a fan and nothing more! now quit trying to use my innocent feelings against me just because you want me to do you a favor you stupid demon."

"...I see, I'll let ketsuno-sama know that you seem to have found yourself someone special."

"ah wait!"

*poof*

there's an awkward silence before gintoki nervously turns to face his partner.

in the end, there really was nothing to worry about.

#gintama #sakata gintoki #gintama headcanons #sakata gintoki headcanons #sakata gintoki x reader #gintoki x reader #thanks for the ask!#anonymous

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luv-gin · 2 years

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“what do you think you’re doing?” you pause mid action feeling the presence of your boyfriend towering over your hunched figure.

“nothing.” you murmur but your words don’t come out clear since you left the spoon in your mouth, also a piece of evidence from your crime.

“how many times do i have to tell you?” comes a huff from behind you and you feel your head being lifted to look him in the eyes as he pulls the spoon out of your mouth “stop eating my ice cream!”

a small squeak escapes your lips as you’re carried from the open kitchen to your shared living room, fingers caress your sides emitting chuckles from your lips “stop!”

“absolutely not.” replies your boyfriend as he continues his attacks whilst you swing your arms and legs around, laughter taking over your entire body.

“i leave you for 5 minutes and suddenly half of the ice cream is already gone?!”

“as a couple, what’s yours is mine.”

“wonderful, care to explain why you get sulky when i eat your food?”

“because what’s mine is mine.”

“you little hypocrite!” before he can continue tickling you, you grab a hold of his hands and press a kiss to his lips.

“there you go, now stop complaining.” you pull away only to find him leaning in closer.

“i need to taste it more.”

#sakata gintoki x reader #gojo satoru x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #kisuke urahara x reader #miya osamu x reader #suna rinataro x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #eren jaeger x reader #kiba inuzuka x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kyo sohma x reader #hatsuharu sohma x reader #shigure sohma x reader

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 6 months

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Can I request Gintoki being upset because Kagura and Shinpachi are shocked because he’s dating his s/o who they think are out of his league

Overreacting {Gintoki Sakata}

A/n: ngl all of a sudden I had all those Gintoki requests, I don't even know why but I love them and hopefully I'll finally finish Gintama just so I can give you guys more detailed scenarios. Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it!

Pairing: Gintoki Sakata x reader

Trigger warnings: none

When you walked into Odd Jobs that afternoon you could feel that there was tension in the atmosphere. Kagura was oddly silent, Sinpachi was constantly side eyeing Gintoki and your boyfriend eyes kept travelling back and forth between the two kids. They didn't even notice you walking in.

Half an hour later and the situation was still the same: none of them had said a word. You hadn't spoken either, curious to see where this would go but you had come there so you wouldn't be alone in your own apartment and yet thing were almost the same.

"Break up with him." You snapped out of the daydreaming state you were in, your eyes widening as soon as you heard Kagura's words. Your first instinct was to look at Gin whose eyes had now narrowed, glaring at Kagura.

Gintoki didn't say a word and just as you were about to ask for an explanation, Shinpachi spoke. "He eats his boogers." Both him and Kagura had this cold and serious voice.

"I've never eaten them." Gin shouted at the boy, shooting up from the couch.

"You have tasted them!"

"That I have..." He sighed as he sat back down.

There was no explanation needed. Though Shinpachi actually provided you with one, with Kagura standing still beside him sporadically nodding. The two kids made it their point that they never meant any harm and that they were simply shocked -Kagura tried to disagree however- that someone as different from Gintoki as you, was dating their boss.

Gintoki tried to dismiss them in the beginning, saying that they were lying purely because you were in front and that they actually wanted to see him miserable and single, masturbating for the rest of his lonely life (their words, not his).

"I think you are all overreacting just a little." You rubbed your eyes, trying to hold back a yawn when the debate finally ended. "I am not breaking up with him and Gin... they are just shocked."

"You are not out of my league." The white haired man sighed, picking up his Jump and flipping the pages until he found where he had left off.

"She is." Shinpachi and Kagura said in one voice.

You looked at him from head to toe, pinky finger in his nostril, head thrown back with the magazine being mere inches from his face. "I am." You agreed.

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

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ginsakatoki · 1 year

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hey there!! may i request 2A with gintoki and s/o? fluff or angst, all up to you darls!

[Rules] [Masterlist]

It had been a month since you and Gintoki broke up, the two of you had realized that you had very different ways to show love and that you weren’t able to satisfy each other’s needs as well as you wished to. It was hard, but you both agreed on it and didn’t look back. You did think back though, or at the very least, you did.

Being a florist in Edo wasn’t particularly hard, but it wasn’t a walk in the park either, especially after a breakup. For some reason, right after you left Gintoki, you found yourself submerged with young men wanting to buy flowers for their partners, and every single one of them seemed to think you wanted to know how special their ‘special person’ was. You didn’t. You were starting to become the Grinch of romance, and all those pretty flowers that you once loved were starting to become curses and thorns you wanted to remove from your side.

“Excuse me ma’am, could I have a bouquet of Forget-Me-Not?”

The request of that specific flower made you snap. It was your flower, the one Gintoki had gifted you on your first date, a flower that means true love and faithfulness, a promise not to ever forget each other.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re going to break up anyway! Don’t. Bother!” But as you looked up you saw the last person you expected to meet, his smug smirk and crossed arms making him appear more and more cocky as he looked you up and down.

“Looks like I’m not the only snappy one this morning. Still, ma’am, my mistress and I already broke up so. Will you give me the bouquet or not?”

You worked in silence, making the composition while trying to steal glances at the man without being noticed, but his red eyes were fixed on you, looking at every single movement you made. Once you were done you gave it to him and expected him to give it back, but he didn’t. He placed some money on the counter (it wasn’t even enough to pay for the flowers but you were too shocked to notice) and then left without saying a word. You could feel anger, almost hatred, flow in your body: could the flowers be for another woman? You couldn’t believe he would do something like that… would he?

You turned around, ready to close the shop early, storm out and go home, but you found yourself into a warm chest, arms wrapped around you as if that was the most natural thing in the world.

“You still have the bad habit of leaving the back door open. What if a thief comes in?”

You didn’t want to admit that you always left the door open hoping that he would come in to surprise you like he used to when you were dating. You were rigid in his arms, too stubborn to lean in and let him know how much you craved his touch. You heard a soft sigh before the silence was interrupted by his deep voice once more.

“I miss you. If it’s not too much to ask, could you Forget-Me-Not?” As he said the name of the flower, he put the bouquet in your hands. You giggled a little at the pun, took one flower out and put it in his hair.

“I couldn’t even when I tried”.

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cornfarm · 2 years

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sakata gintoki comfort fic

tags: reader has gone through something traumatic. gintoki and reader aren't in a relationship. hurt/comfort and fluff. comfort fic.

*not proofread (sorry...)

it is really a miracle that gintoki is able to wake up at 7 when he has early morning jobs. it's an even greater miracle that he can wake up as early as 5 and still manage to hobble out of bed, even when kagura keeps him up all night.

gintoki had assumed, since, she is a yato after all, that at around 9 or 10 she'd just knock out, staying fast asleep until the morning. yet it also didn't come as a shock to him when kagura turned out to be an insomniac.

well, to his credit he was half right, but he's lucky if kagura falls asleep before 11. it makes his midnight bedtime go a bit smoother without her nagging him every moment she can.

tonight, kagura had fallen asleep a little early, tuckered out from both the tiling job they had, and the heafty 6 overstuffed bowls of rice she ate for dinner. gintoki looks at the clock as the numbers slowly add up, until they finally tick over to read 1:00am.

there's no way he's nervous, he his feels steady and he doesn't feel cold or sweaty. in fact if anyone has been nervous it's been you, hasn't it? he thinks of your downcast face as you try to smile at him. you've mastered the perfect, friendly and unsuspecting smile. perhaps a year ago he would have mistaken it for the kind gesture you intend it to be.

but he's not an idiot. he saw the dark circles under your eyes, the creasing beneath your lower lids. he saw how your smile flexed up, as if you were stretching the muscles. the glimmer in your eyes, the playful remarks you'd make at him- gone.

but of course he's not going to pry. it's not really his business.

his eyes refocus at the clock. the time reads 1:04am.

i mean, if you were to tell him what was bothering you he wouldn't be displeased. maybe his ego would be stroked a little. people pay him for favors, and worse, his friends demand favors for nothing in return. but if you were to sit on his couch and let your worries out on him, he wouldn't mind not being repayed.

his heart jumps when he hears footsteps slowly coming up the steps leading up to his front door. he nearly pulls his leg jumping up. his heart pounds. did he summon you? wait- it could be just a random loser drunk off his ass. no, the footsteps aren't sporadic.

maybe on another night he would just ignore the knock and pretend nobody's home, but he's up anyways, and probably not going to fall asleep anytime soon.

he a few feet away from the front door as he waits for the knock to come. after a moment, three gentle knocks echo through the walls.

"gintoki? it's me," you call out, knocking again a little louder, "are you there?"

he approaches the door, fiddles with the lock and carefully slides it open.

alas, there you stand, every single foot of you. you haven't taken your uniform off yet, despite that you're already done for the day. you're still carrying the bag you bring to work.

"were you working this late? why?" he asks.

you look up at him, a little surprised, "hm? no, ah- i was too nervous at home i didn't change."

the corners of your lips pull as you grimmace. if you weren't so dreary then it would have been a smile.

"can i please come in?"

"yeah, of course."

you step inside, standing at the landing. he watches you inspect your shoes, and slowly, with trembling hands, untie the bows and loosen the laces until you can wiggle your feet free.

he reaches out and grabs your arm as you stumble to the side. he smiles, "are you drunk or something?"

gintoki feels quite displeased when you ignore him. he watches your chest heave as your shoulders begin to shake. you step up onto the wood before kneeling down onto the floor, wrapping your arms around your shins as sobs escape your lips.

"hey? uh-" he takes a step back, "what's wrong? what happened?"

you continue to ignore him- or perhaps the sobs escaping your lips are too heavy to form words. gintoki pulls the hem of his pants up as he kneels down, knees schooching forward so his hands can ghost over your shoulders.

"are you hurt?"

you fall forward onto him, face pressing onto his breast. he wastes no second wrapping firm arms around you, a hand reaching around your waist, the other around your upper back.

"please-" you finally choke out, "please let me stay here."

gintoki's imagination begins to race as he wonders what happened. did somebody attack you? did they hurt you? are you afraid? why are you here so late at night? did something happen at work?

he can't seem to find the words. he tries to pull you onto him more so your legs aren't bent so awkwardly. he can't say anything to make you feel better, so he tightens his grip around you.

after a moment, you begin patting his arm, your body trying to wiggle away from him. "gnngkk-" your voice is muffled. "i can't breathe-" gasping as you finally escape his grip.

he smiles at your wide grin. he laughs while his hands come up to cup your cheeks, the tears beginning to roll down your face as you return to sobbing. his thumbs gently press under your eyes as he catches the tears.

"what happened?" he speaks with a soft cadence, you can almost feel how much he likes you just by how he asks the question. his voice is serious though. if you were to ask him to perform a hit for you he probably would.

with your breathing finally slowing, you shake your head, "i can't tell you. i got mixed up with some bad people. i'm fine but i-" your voice quivers at the end.

"i feel so bad, i feel so ashamed of myself. when i got home i just stood at my shoes for hours. i couldn't move."

his hand comes up to push your hair aside, brushing it together like he was forming a ponytail.

"i just needed to be with someone. i need the company. i don't feel very safe right now."

gintoki pushes himself up from his heels, ushering you up with him. your legs tremble, causing you to fall forward, but he catches you. of course he does.

"you can stay here as long as you like, you know? as long as you're here you're safe. i-" he stops himself. this would be a weird time to say something too emotional on his end. he meets your eyes as you look up at him. you look like you're waiting for something.

he hopes a moment of silence wouldn't be weird. his eyes graze over your features. the flush of your cheeks, how your pupils are totally blown out from the darkness of the room. he feels how you place your hands in his, and how they're shaking like a leaf.

"you what?" your voice is so meek he almost wants to cry too.

"i'll take care of you. i won't let anything bad happen to you. you're safe with me."

you shuffle closer to him, pressing your chest agaisnt his but not quite embracing.

"thank you, gintoki," you smile, "i'm so grateful i won't even tease you about how you're blushing."

"oh shut up,"

you giggle at his annoyance, and gintoki can't help but let out a sigh of relief. he paces to the lamp sitting in the living room, "brace your eyes."

you squint as your eyes readjust to the light, "i'll make you some tea."

"thank you, gin."

he fetches the kettle sitting on the stove and empties out the leftover water. after he refils it, he turns on the stove, twisting the ignition to the right until the flame is barely licking the sides of the red kettle.

"do you need anything else?" he asks, brows knit as he leans against the stove.

you look up the ceiling as you think, "could i borrow something to wear? i didn't change or bring anything and these are my outdoor clothes."

"yeah, wait there."

he paces into his bedroom and rummages through his closet.

"these are pajamas," he says, holding up a shirt and shorts, these ones are pink, compared to the green ones he's wearing. he holds up the other hand, ushering to the fabric, "and this is one of my clean yukatas. you can pick."

you reach out and touch the fabric with your fingertips, inspecting it. the pajamas feel very thin, the cotton weave presenting no stretch. the yukata on the other hand, is much softer and stretchy, although it's much thicker.

"i'll change into this one," you say, taking the yukata from his hands, "i don''t like the texture of the other ones. thank you. can i change in your bedroom?"

"go ahead."

he turns back around to stare at the kettle. the low hiss of steam beginning to be audble from the pot.

he's a little nervous to turn around and look at you, and he doesn't like the confrontation as he hears the bedroom door slide open. he stares at the flames.

you gently lean on his side, the weight of your head against the top of his arm.

"it's rare i ever see you so serious."

"huh? how could i not be serious when you come in here crying? do you even know how late it is?" he asks, voice raising a little bit.

"see, now you're back to normal."

he swings an arm around you, finally turning to look down at your figure. "i'm only acting normal because you stopped crying. i already feel embarrassed about what i said."

you chuckle, reaching over to turn off the kettle as the loud whine begins to echo through the confined kitchenette.

while your body is twisted towards him, you reach your arms around his waist. and again, his arms intinctually wrap around you, holding you firm in his grasp.

"you're so clingy tonight," he scoffs.

"i would be more clingy with you if i could. i wish i could jump on you everytime i see you, but you would get angry at me."

his eyes open wide, "you do?"

"yeah..."

he pauses, "i wouldn't get angry at you. i could show off to all those cops that i'm actually a well adjusted guy."

he pulls away and reaches up in the cabinet above the stove, grabbing two cups. he places them on a wooden tray and pours loose tea into the bottom of the cups. carefully, he pours the hot water into each cup.

he leans over to the pantry and grabs two paper wrapped azuki buns he had bought after work.

"did you get one for me?"

"no, they were both for me but i'll give you one."

you gape at him, "i've never seen you so generous before."

"will you just take the damn bun or not?"

"of course, thank you, gintoki."

he follows behind you as you sit on the couch. he places the tray down in front of you, and takes a seat next to you. he sits with a gap between your bodies, but after a moment he moves a little closer, his hips touching yours.

now with the lights turned on, he can see how red you are. he almost feels proud of himself, but not even 20 minutes ago you were nearly dry heaving on his floor.

quietly sipping on tea and snacking on the azuki buns, you break the silence first: "i'll tell you about it later. right now i just need to be with someone."

"i know. i'm here. i have work in the morning though. i'll tell shinpachi to stay home and take care of you while i'm gone."

"no, you don't have to, i'll need to return back to work anyways."

he frowns. "i told you, shinpachi will stay home and you can stay here all day tomorrow. kagura and i will be back around evening. shinpachi will stay home."

"okay, i'll stay."

he takes the next moment of silence to finish the bun.

"but you'll pay him still, right?"

"yeah, i'll give him a cut."

"good. he's a really good kid."

"that's why i trust him with you.

you flush, kicking your foot against his, "you know, you're quite protective when you want to be."

he turns away from you as he feels his whol face, down to his neck heat up, "i just don't want you sobbing and miserable."

you gently knock the side of your head against his shoulder, "you're so sweet." you giggle.

"i should be saying that to you. you've stuck with me this far. you trust me enough in moments like these. i-" he looks at you, meeting your eyes. the familiar ferocity in his gaze is back, "i don't really think i deserve all the kindness you've given me. this is only a small token of my gratitude."

you reach a hand out and place it on his arm. he frowns as he watches tears begin to collect in the inner corners of your eyes.

"i- i can back off if you need me too."

you shake your head. looking down at your hands as you take his in yours.

you're trembling. he can feel the soft skin of your palms trembling.

"tonight, can i sleep next to you?" he nods. "and will you, uhm," he's quiet as he waits for you to finish. "will you kiss me?"

he feels weightless, heart pounding in his chest. he almost begins to shake as he feels dizzy. god he feels so dizzy.

but as your protector, it's his job to make you feel better. he can't let his own desire run wild. he has to protect you,

"of course," he starts, a hand detaching from yours. his thumb brushes against your cheek.

"i want you to want to too."

"yeah... trust me, i do." he squeezes your hand with the hand thats still holding it. his thumb runs down to your lower lip, pressing down a little so your lips part.

"look up."

#i'll proofread this eventually sorry #idk if this is ooc i tried hard to write him as serious but still gintoki u know #bc i think if someone he really loves is genuinely really hurt and troubled by something he would be super serious #gintama #sakata gintoki #gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki x reader #sometimes to get through life we have to pretend sakata gintoki is protecting us from all the bad stuff #thats a weird sentance sorry #idk i hope you can tell that he likes the reader #goodnight corn farmers

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I WANT YOUR LOVE AND YOUR LOVER'S REVENGE [GINTOKI]

c/w: none

note: This can be read as an additional part to THE GHOST OF YOU (on my masterlist) or as a standalone! Title from Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Gintoki catches you gazing into the canopy of the night again when he cracks one eye open. You have your back facing him, but he knows that your eyes are searching. They run all over the pitch black starless sea overhead. You don’t know what you’re searching for as you confessed one night. But he knows.

And he won’t tell you.

He sits up from the sofa. Hearing the sound of clothes wrinkling, you jerk your head back to him.

“Gin, I’m sorry, did I disturb you?”

He cannot shake how differently you say his name now compared to the past. Anyone would have argued “Gin” was “Gin”. But his ears hear some slight disparities. His chest throbs, even more, when he thinks that he could just be hearing things.

“No. I just wanted to piss but got freaked out by a certain someone standing near my sofa like a ghost. You’re going to shorten my already measly lifespan like that.”

You chuckle, attempting to give an apology. “Sorry, I can barely see the sky from your room.”

“Are you saying you’d rather sleep on the sofa? I want my futon back too.”

“I don’t mind.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back down on the sofa.

You turn your head back to the sky, fixing your gaze on the sky with your arms leaning on the windowsill.

“How long more are you going to search the boring sky and leave empty-handed?”

You stay silent for an answer, searching yet again. But this time in your head for an answer.

“I don’t know. My body just screams that I’ve forgotten something important.”

The chilly air that gushes in tickles his skin.

“Go to sleep, [name]. You’re going to get a cold. I don’t want a cold getting passed around in my house. You’re going to have to run errands for me if Shinpachi and Kagura can’t work.”

With that, he turns to his side and tucks his face into the fold of his arm. He stares into the mute green fabric of the sofa before he closes his eyes. The window shuts with a light thud.

“Well, that is if I get paid. Good night, Gintoki.”

The endearment in your voice sends him a wave of warmth. He hates it.

Even with his eyes shut, he can see that (beautiful) cursed smile of yours that adorns your face. A prison he can never break free from. A sun he can only gaze from afar since Shoka Sonjuku.

You shuffle past him, ruffling his hair as you pass him. (You were the only one who complimented him for his hair. “I love it,” you said. He remembers mistakenly hearing “you” instead of “it”.)

He grabs your wrist in response. Your hand freezes and a while later, relaxes with your fingers tangled in his hair. He relishes the warmth of your touch on his scalp. A little uncertain about what to do next, he simply gives an off-handed comment. “How are you not feeling the damn cold? Your hands are ice cold.”

“Okay, okay, boss. I’ll make sure I tuck myself snuggly under the futon, ya?”

His grip around your wrist loosens and your hand slides out.

You have always looked in Takasugi’s direction. You still do, even if you don't know it. The bastard’s probably doing some crap in space and you were probably looking at him without knowing. Even if he wasn’t, you were probably looking at the same sky as he was.

When he hears your room door shut, Gintoki opens his eyes.

Though perhaps he could try. With no recollection of the past, maybe you could come to love him instead.

When they all meet again, you could have your arm hooked around his. Gintoki could give Takasugi a smug grin before he kills him. Takasugi would be so, so mad.

It would be another win against Takasugi too, even if it wasn’t a swordfight. After all, at the very end, he got the person both of them loved.

(And away from the prying eyes of others, he would kiss you like there was no tomorrow.)

Gintoki smirks briefly before he notices moonlight filtering through his paper window. He shuts his eyes tight.

(You are not Takasugi's lover today. And perhaps tomorrow too. The day after and after and after… And hopefully, never again.)

#gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki imagines #sakata gintoki #gintama x reader #gintama writing #gintama #souglia.s #I swear lately my brain can only churn out self-indulgent fics #bc all my creative brain cells r going into my school work :">#and I'm sorry I saw this line and instantly thought of gin AHHAHA

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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hello i hope you're well! for when the time comes that you'll be open for requests could i put in one about how gintoki and katsura (separate) would feel about the kiss marks left behind from their s/o's lipstick/gloss? Would they be embarrassed, would they Like it, would it be a turn on, that sort of thing (bonus idea what about an s/o who likes receiving kisses from paako and zurako 🫣)

thank you ♡!!

A/N: I am seriously hoping that this didn’t get as bad as I think it did.🙃

Ft: Katsura Kotarō & Sakata Gintoki, bonus ➵ Pako & Zurako (Gintama).

Katsura Kotarō

➵ Unlike Gintoki, Katsura finds the kiss marks left by his s/o's lipstick or gloss to be quite attractive. He loves showing them off to his friends and boasting about how great his s/o is.

➵ Katsura is also quite affectionate with his s/o, but in a more reserved and gentlemanly way. He likes holding their hand and giving them chaste kisses on the cheek.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the neck, Katsura finds it very sensual and romantic. He likes the feeling of their lips on his skin and often tilts his head to give them better access.

➵ Katsura is a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to relationships. He believes in courtship and chivalry, and likes to treat his s/o like royalty.

➵ However, he's not opposed to a bit of adventure in the bedroom. Katsura enjoys trying out new positions and techniques with his s/o, as long as it's done with love and respect.

➵ Katsura is a very creative person, and he likes to express his love for his s/o through art and poetry. He's not the best artist or poet, but his s/o always appreciates the effort.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the lips, Katsura likes to take things slow and savor the moment. He often closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in the sensation.

➵ Katsura also loves giving his s/o small gifts and surprises to show how much he cares. He likes to hide little notes or trinkets around their apartment for them to find.

➵ Despite his reserved nature, Katsura has a bit of a wild side. He enjoys going out with his s/o.

You lean in to kiss Katsura on the neck, your lips leaving behind a mark of your lipstick. You feel his body shiver slightly under your touch, and you smile to yourself, knowing how much he enjoys this.

"Is that a new shade of lipstick?" Katsura asks, turning his head to look at you with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, it is. Do you like it?" You reply, tracing your finger along the mark on his neck.

"I do," he says, his voice softening. "I find it quite attractive, actually."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, and you lean in to kiss him again, this time pressing your lips a bit harder against his skin. Katsura lets out a quiet sigh, tilting his head to give you better access.

"You know, I think I like this more than I thought I would," he says, his hand moving to caress your cheek.

"Really? I'm glad," you reply, feeling a warmth spread through your body at his touch.

Katsura pulls you closer to him, his other hand resting on your waist. You feel his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "I love you, my dear."

You smile, feeling your heart swell with love for this reserved and gentlemanly man who makes you feel so cherished. You lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and he returns the gesture, holding your hand tightly in his.

As you both stand there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. This is where you belong, in Katsura's arms, leaving your mark on his neck and his heart.

Sakata Gintoki

➵ Gintoki is a bit self-conscious about the kiss marks left by his s/o's lipstick or gloss, but he tries to play it cool by acting like he doesn't care. However, deep down, he finds it a bit embarrassing.

➵ On the other hand, Gintoki really enjoys leaving kiss marks on his s/o's skin, especially if it makes them blush or giggle.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the neck, Gintoki finds it really ticklish, but he tries to hold back his laughter to avoid looking too vulnerable.

➵ Despite his reputation as a womanizer, Gintoki is actually quite shy when it comes to initiating physical contact with his s/o. He often waits for them to make the first move.

➵ However, once he gets going, Gintoki is very affectionate and loves cuddling with his s/o. He especially likes nuzzling his face into their hair.

➵ Gintoki is a bit of a romantic at heart, but he often hides it behind his sarcasm and cynicism. He secretly loves watching cheesy romance movies and reading sappy love stories.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the lips, Gintoki likes to deepen the kiss and explore their mouth with his tongue. He finds it very intimate and passionate.

➵ Gintoki also loves leaving little love notes for his s/o, either on paper or on their phone. He enjoys coming up with witty and humorous messages to make them smile.

➵ Whenever his s/o is feeling down or stressed out, Gintoki likes to give them gentle massages to help them relax. He's surprisingly good at it!

➵ Finally, Gintoki is a big fan of role-playing in the bedroom. He enjoys pretending to be a different character or trying out new scenarios with his s/o.

You sit at the bar, sipping on your cocktail, while Gintoki nurses his glass of sake next to you. You couldn't resist leaving a few lipstick marks on his cheek earlier, as a sign of your affection. But you notice he seems a bit self-conscious about them, even though he tries to act cool and nonchalant.

As you chat and laugh, you lean in and plant a kiss on his neck, causing his body to tense up. You know he's incredibly ticklish, but he tries to hold back his laughter to avoid looking too vulnerable.

"Ticklish, huh?" You tease, running your fingers over his neck.

Gintoki tries to deny it, but you can tell by the way his body reacts that he's telling a fib. You lean in to kiss him again, this time on the lips, and he relaxes into the moment, forgetting all about the lipstick marks on his cheek.

After a few more drinks and some more teasing, Gintoki finally gives in and lets out a loud laugh as you tickle him. You can see the vulnerability in his eyes, but you also see the love he has for you.

As you leave the bar, you link your arm with his, feeling grateful to have him by your side. Even if you leave lipstick marks all over his face and tickle him until he can't breathe, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Bonus (Pako & Zurako)

[ I was debating whether to use 'she' or 'he' pronouns, and now I'm just confused. 😫 ]

Pako (Sakata Gintoki)

➵ Pako is a bit shy when it comes to public displays of affection, but when she's alone with her s/o, she's more than happy to shower them with kisses.

➵ She loves the feeling of being close to someone and making them happy, and she finds that kissing is one of the best ways to do that. Her kisses are often playful and teasing, but when she's feeling especially affectionate, they can be quite passionate and intense.

➵ Pako likes to surprise her s/o with kisses when they least expect it. She'll sneak up behind them and plant a quick kiss on their cheek or forehead, or she'll pull them into a sudden, passionate kiss when they're least expecting it.

➵ Her s/o never knows when she's going to strike, but they love the feeling of being constantly surprised by her affection.

➵ Pako loves to give her s/o butterfly kisses. She'll flutter her eyelashes against their cheek or nose, making them laugh and squirm with delight.

➵ She finds it incredibly cute and endearing when her s/o giggles or blushes from her butterfly kisses, and she loves nothing more than making them feel happy and loved.

Zurako (Katsura Kotarō)

➵ Zurako is a very romantic person, and she loves to show her affection through physical touch. She’s always happy to give her s/o kisses, whether they're quick pecks on the cheek or long, passionate smooches.

➵ She finds kissing to be a very intimate and meaningful act, and she enjoys the feeling of being close to her s/o.

➵ Zurako is a bit of a hopeless romantic, and she loves to sweep her s/o off their feet with grand romantic gestures. She’ll often surprise them with kisses in unexpected places, like on a park bench or in the middle of a crowded street.

➵ She loves to make her s/o feel special and loved, and she’ll go to great lengths to show them how much she cares.

➵ Zurako's kisses are often very sweet and gentle. She loves to hold her s/o close and nuzzle their neck or ear before giving them a soft, tender kiss.

➵ She finds it incredibly romantic to share small, intimate moments like these with her s/o, and she treasures every chance she gets to show them how much she loves them.

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