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[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."

[atinychai]

I. GOT. YOU. 

Kisuke:

➤Can you say annoying prankster couple? Because that’s what everybody refers to the two as.  

➤Kisuke was so intrigued by them at first and he still is but he also knows everything about them now. 

➤If they’re not pranking other people they’re trying to prank each other.  The shop is crazy and when their prank wars start everybody has to walk with caution. 

➤they ditched soul society when he was exiled, not wanting to stay back without him. 

➤He knew about Aizen’s plans for years and the two often did spar with each other.

➤They did spy on soul society under his orders and often played pranks on captains, again his orders(well request but still) Mayuri hates foxes now because there was one pest that kept harassing him. 

➤The two of them went out of their way to fluster Ichigo.  Also s/o had far too much fun convincing the boy her tails had cursed him.  

➤Honestly they’re perfect for each other but they’re also awful together at least for everybody else.

Gin:

➤LOL just as bad but in a different way.  They play with people so much, they’re actually completely awful. 

➤Think you’re done with one but ping, there’s the other here to cause more trouble. 

➤S/o loves when people refer to gin as a silver fox.  It just makes them happy and he knows that so at some point he encourages people to call him that. 

➤He loves when s/o takes the form of a fox because then he can just carry them around or they can wrap around his shoulder and act like a scarf.  It’s just so funny for him to watch people talk to him and then s/o just weighs in while looking like a fox.  It always catches people off guard-even when they know it’s them. 

➤S/o is very good at pranking him and he hates it.  He’s so use to being considered the prankster.  He actually cant pull a prank on them because they just somehow know. 

➤He loves teasing his s/o and loves when they tease him.  Which works perfectly because s/o loves teasing him. 

➤Enjoys seeing their tail(s) and just caressing them.  He has a hard time sleeping and s/o helps him sleep by enveloping him in their tail(s)

Renji:

➤He’s so tired of his s/o.  He loves them so much but with every passing prank they kill him a little bit.  

➤Once Byakuya warms up and gets a little friendlier s/o will ask him to subtly prank Renji.  This poor redheaded guy is just..he doesn’t know what’s real sometimes. 

➤LOVES training with s/o.  Their foxfire is so difficult to beat and get around and fire is such a powerful element so he feels like it makes him so much stronger to train with them.  

➤S/o doesn’t fight fair at least in his opinion.  Illusions and foxfire? Those are two completely different skills and they posses both of them and honestly he’s a little jealous. 

➤If s/o ever takes something too far they’ll offer to train with him.  Almost all is forgiven when that happens. 

➤S/o is known for walking around the squads barracks while in their fox form.  He’s so nervous Byakuya’s going to get mad at him because s/o technically isn’t a shinigami but he doesn’t seem to mind at all? 

➤He loves his s/o but they keep him on his toes constantly.

[justwritingscenarios]

Grimmjow, gin, and renji find out that s\o is pregnant with their child, please? If it's alright and not too much trouble

No prob ✌️

Grimmjow, Gin and Renji finding out they’ll be fathers :

Grimmy :

In all honesty he would be so lost

Poor little kitten

He is an arracar, moreover an espada, he is worried about what could happen to the baby and his lover

First, he is worried about his opponents wanting his death and so the security of this becoming family

But, for a reason, Aizen is the real threaten to him : the guy told Tosen to cut his arm without a blink. What could stop him from killing his lover and baby ?

Yet, he feels ready for that, most likely because he loves his S/O to no limit and doesn’t want to abandon their child

After leaving the Seireitei and being keep under Urahara’s safety, he will feel releved and enjoy his new conditions (moreover after his near-death experience #Nnoitra)

Gin :

Like Grimmjow, really happy to have a baby but so worried

Here again, because of Aizen

The man is a threat to everyone’s life. He is not concerned about Aizen killing babies for fun but Aizen killing his baby if learning about his treason

Once his S/O’s belly starts growing, he will ask them to leave his sides and go somewhere safe in the Human World so she would be hard to found

He would be so eager to see the baby and keep them in his arms for hours, hearing his lover singing a lullaby to them

Renji :

Double reactions

The one he shows you

The one you guess

He was smiling like an idiot, hugging his lover and asking if it’s true

And on the inside...

“WHAT THE HELL???”

Not that he is not happy, but he feels like he’s not ready for that

Not now, it’s way to early for him. He is a lieutenant, he doesn’t want his child to grow up without him because he is too busy with work

But his S/O reassures him, saying he would have to do his best and that his child would love him no matter what if he shows them love too

Still nervous with the idea of a baby coming in his life

Until the birth

When the baby cries and is put on his lover’s chest, can’t hold a tear and at this moment he knows he would give his soul to the devil to protect this fragile creature

[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.

[lilac-5ky]

HEYYY mayhaps you could write something for your first kiss with Takasugi and Gintoki 😳

A/N: Somehow I wasn't sure if you meant first EVER kiss, or just first kiss with them in particular and I went for the second one :p hopefully that's good enough, but if it isn't, feel free to hit me up again!

First time kissing Takasugi and Gintoki

Takasugi

After months of stolen glances and hidden smiles between the two of you, there was no telling whether you were a thing or not. At times, he'd glare at you from afar without speaking a single word, and at others, he'd aimlessly drop by your room to fill you in on missions you weren't even assigned to.

He was so smitten, yet getting him to admit to it was a task as difficult as toppling the government.

Luckily, you've caught on to him. You know what these looks mean and you can spot the worry in his eyes whenever you turn back late or injured. Takasugi, who treated everyone the same, as if they were disposable tools for him to use. Takasugi, who was the single most feared man in all of Edo, that Takasugi cared for you. 

Seeing how things were going at an excruciatingly slow pace, you were tempted to make the first move on him. You both seemed to like each other enough to orbit in one another's presence, so where's the harm in a proper relationship?

But then again, love and war both have their risks, and your lives were plagued with plenty of risks already, having waged a war against the entire universe. 

What if he turned you down? What if he lost all respect for you?

And so, you grew hesitant, making do with your little game of cat and mouse.

At the dawn of yet another mission, Takasugi showed up in your chambers. With his hands clasped behind his back and his steps pacing all over the room, he seemed more disturbed than usual.

The details of your assignment were straightforward for just about anyone to follow, the peril involved being the absolute minimum; go to Yoshiwara, meet with your informant, trade the intel for payment, and get back. It sounded easy enough, so why did he feel the need to go over every single detail of the plan?

"Bansai gave you the envelop?"

"Got it right here!" 

"Did you check the sum?" 

"Should be enough to appease an Oiran, yes."

"What about weapons?"

"Shinsuke, what's going on?"

Letting out a rather prolonged sigh, Takasugi walked closer to you. His features bore a troubled expression, with his lips parted as if there was something for him to say. You waited patiently for an answer, yet no word came out of his mouth. He simply stood there for a minute until he dismissed you with a shake of his head.

Disappointed, you were about to turn the other way when you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your entire body towards him. Without any warning, Takasugi pressed his lips against yours, bringing his other hand to cup your cheek.

You couldn't help but gasp, his gesture having caught you completely off guard, yet you reciprocated the kiss, tilting your head to the side of his hand in order to fully savor the warmth of his caress. Failing to hide his own eagerness, he used a bit too much force, though you couldn't complain. Not when his lips were this soft, much softer than you'd anticipated them to be, cushioning yours in a velvet kiss.

By the time you pulled away for air, you were both smiling at one another, confessing what you'd kept from each other for so long. In the end, waiting for him to make his move was all worth it. 

"Come back alive, and there will be more," he whispered, turning away from you before you had the chance to see the red hue that stained his cheeks.

"You may go now."

"Shinsuke, you are aware this is my room, right?"

A moment of silence followed, with him clenching his knuckles into a pair of fists.

"...And this is my ship." He stubbornly said, refusing to budge an inch.

Unable to keep it to yourself, you let out a chuckle as you marched towards the door.

"I can't wait for more."

Gintoki

Your first kiss with Gintoki was certainly one to remember. The Yorozuya trio had taken on a gig on behalf of Hasegawa, the latter one seeing no real success when it came to running a kissing booth. With Kagura being far too young and Shinpachi fawning over Otsu's new album, Gin was the poster boy for today's operation, though his attention had entirely shifted to the Jump between his hands.

"Gin-chan, if you don't advertise yourself, we won't get any customers and Madao will die." Kagura scolded him.

"Quit yapping, I just want to read in peace. Besides, he doesn't need a reason to die. Most likely, he's sleeping with the fish while we're talking." He said, flipping onto the next page.

Having had enough of him, Kagura yanked the Jump from his grasp, tossing it as far away as possible. 

"Madao won't pay our share if you don't do your job!" She protested, forcing him onto his feet. "Allow me."

"Who wants to kiss this no-good Samurai? We'll pay you if needed, don't let him look any more pathetic-" 

"Kagura!" Gintoki gritted his teeth, smiling coyly at the laughing passersby.

He couldn't believe that he'd actually have to kiss one of these women, whose age surpassed even that of Otose's by far. At this point, it'd be better if he got to join Hasegawa in tying a rock around his neck. At least that's what he thought until you showed up.

With your lips curled into a genuine smile and your steps bringing you closer to the booth, he felt as if finally something good had come out of this whole kissing booth ordeal.

"Gin-chan, this pretty lady is looking at us." Kagura nudged him. "Sis, please kiss our Gin-chan. He only has a day to live, this is his last chance to get a kiss from a woman." 

"Kagura!!" He cried out in an attempt to shut her up.

You couldn't help but laugh at their little gag, finding the relationship between the two quite endearing.

"But he looks so healthy!" You said, in between chuckling.

"I am healthy!" He slammed his fist on top of the counter when he realized that Kagura had actually given him a once in a lifetime opportunity.

He couldn't even remember the last time he heard a chuckle as melodic as yours, nor a smile as beaming. Even if this was his first time meeting you, he felt oddly at ease, and for the first time since the day began, he wanted that kiss.

"I mean... perhaps this is my last chance at happiness. My balls—I mean, my soul will burst tomorrow. " He said with a pitiful expression.

"Well, if that's the case, one kiss, please!" You grinned, taking a step closer.

Tilting his head to the side, Gintoki leaned forward as he captured your lips with his, erasing the very smile that had bewitched him with a kiss. Although he wasn't meant to give you more than a peck, he found himself pulling you closer to him, loosely bringing both hands around your hips. You rested your hands against his chest, allowing his tongue to sneak into your mouth, the sweet taste of strawberries making your tongue tingle. It was nice, you thought. For a no-good samurai with a day to live, he certainly was nice.

"So where is my money?" You breathed on his lips before taking a step back.

"This girl is paying." Gintoki smirked, pointing his thumb backwards when he realized that, other than the two of you, Shinpachi and her had disappeared. "Kagura!!!"

While he was busy searching for her with his eyes, you slapped two bills onto the counter, enough to afford two of his kisses.

"One more?"

Gintoki took a look at the money, sliding one of the bills back towards you.

"This one's on the house."

Luckily, he never charged any of the kisses that followed, not on that day, nor on any other day to come. 

[lilac-5ky]

Hi :DD May I request Gintoki X F!S/O scenario where she’s jealous of Tsukuyo, cause of her looks, big boobs, that she can fight and of her great reputation. She also thinks that Tsukuyo would be a better match for Gin because she heard it one day behind the wall. When I thought about this request I was listening to Nothing New by Taylor Swift ITS THE VIBES THO SHSJSJSB PS: i love your writing style :D

A/N: Now that is specific ahaha, anon are you okay? 😂 For the record, I listened to the song before writing so I'm channeling Taylor's energy for this LMAO.

The star who shines brighter than the moon. (Gin x Fem!Reader)

Warning: SFW but angsty

“Aren’t you that girl that goes around with Yorozuya Gin?” The lady at the counter said, as she handed you two bags of takeout parfait.

Nodding at her, you couldn’t help but smile. That was you, the one who went around with Gintoki, the one who got to date the silver haired samurai himself.

“Tsukuyo, was it?”

Immediately your smile turned into a frown. That was the disadvantage of dating the protagonist; you had to compete against every single female character of the show. Sometimes it was Otae, other times it was Sacchan, but no matter what, the bane of your existence remained to be no other than Tsukuyo herself. She who was so skilled, so strong, so… beautiful, especially when compared to someone like you. It wasn’t that you lacked in that many aspect but, when compared to Tsukuyo, there was no way you could compete. She was perfect in every single way, the perfect warrior, the perfect woman, the perfect match to Gintoki.

You always tried your best not to let such thoughts get to you, yet, whenever someone mentioned the blonde, you couldn’t help but feel rather agitated. She had done nothing to wrong you, but even so, in your eyes she remained the biggest threat. It didn’t matter that Gintoki had chosen you, as long as she was in the picture, you would always fret.

“I’m sorry. You have the wrong person.”

Before the employer at the candy shop could inquire any further, you left the store at once, your fists clenching around the handles of the two bags.

Tsukuyo this, Tsukuyo that, why did it always have to be her? Why did everyone have to compare you this much to her, why did you have to be so inadequate?

Get your shit together, Y/N. It’s fine, everything is fine, don’t let this random employee get to your head. You are going to go to his place and carry on with your day as planned. You are going to give him this parfait that you bought specially for him and he is going to be overjoyed. It’s going to be a great night, nothing will ruin it.

You kept giving yourself pep talks until you finally reached Yorozuya. By the time you found yourself standing outside the building, a saturated sunset was all that was left pouring out of the sky. Where the sun once stood, the faint shadow of a moon came to be, a moon you detested to look at.

Shaking your head dismissively, you climbed the stairs up. “Gin? Gintoki? Are you in there?’’ You asked before knocking on the door.

No answer.

“Gin? It’s me, open up!” You said in a louder voice, knocking once again.

No answer.

Was he not home? That’s weird, usually he is here at this time of the day.

As you were about to walk away, the sound of laughter caught your attention. A man and at least three women, you noted. You took a step forward, placing your ear against the door, yet once again, you were unable to hear a thing. The sound must be coming from Otose’s. Without wasting time, you went downstairs at once. There it was again, that laughing sound, yet this time, you could hear some voices accompanying too.

“Gintoki, you shouldn’t do such things. What will Y/N say?” A woman, most likely Otose, said.

“Huh? But Tsukuyo has the perfect- Ouch! What was that for?”

“Watch your hands, Gintoki, or else-” You felt your heart dropping within your chest. That was her voice, wasn’t it? They were talking about her, right? And where did Gintoki put his hands onto?

“Tsukki, Gin-chan is right! You are… the one… perfect… Y/N.” Kagura’s voice kept getting cut by the voices of Gintoki and Tsukuyo, although now you were unable to understand a thing. Tears begun to cloud your eyes and before you knew it, you let the two bags drop by your side with a loud thump. It was only then that you noticed how the door was kept ajar and the sound you made was enough to get them all to turn towards you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Gintoki asked you, moving towards the door.

Although you had no idea what they were talking about, the mere thought of Tsukuyo being there and Gintoki doing something to her, was enough to set you off. What was the meaning of this? Had your worst fears really come true?

Gintoki pushed the door open, waving his hand at you, yet before he could say a thing, you turned the other way. God, you must have looked so pathetic. Tears were streaming down your face, and for what? For something you had known all along? You heard them say it, Tsukuyo was perfect. Even if you had no idea what had been going on, there was no doubt that you had heard that one part clearly. She was perfect and you weren’t, you were just mediocre.

“Oi, Y/N, what’s the matter-” Not letting him finish his sentence, you ran off with all your might, his voice calling you out in the far distance as you bumped into passerby after passerby. You had to get out of there, he must never see your crying face again.

Losing yourself into the streets of Kabukicho, you finally slowed down once you made sure the silver haired man -or anyone of his acquaintances, for that matter- wasn’t around. By the time you did so, you were out of breath, your lungs desperately aching for some air. Yet each time you tried to breathe, a new sob got caught in your throat, choking you over and over again until you couldn’t help but burst into crying in the middle of the street.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t about Tsukuyo herself. You knew that very well. If you were a bit stronger, a bit prettier, a bit smarter, a bit more like her, you wouldn’t be struggling so much right now. If you could be as perfect as she was, you wouldn’t have to be second guessing yourself this much, yet even so, this had nothing to do with her. You were as pathetic and worthless as it gets, an insecure mess and whiny mess whose only real attribute was being the girl Gintoki went around with, a girl whose name wasn’t even worth remembering.

This wasn’t even the first time you had found yourself crying over such a thing. In fact, it had turn into a frequent occurrence for you to be weeping over the blonde and her relationship to your boyfriend. Each time you did, Gintoki would scold you, reminding you that there was nothing to be jealous of. No matter how childish and indifferent Gintoki may seem, he had always been there for you whenever you cried, no matter how significant or insignificant the reason was. But… someone like Tsukuyo would never cry, right? Someone like her had no issues, she had no reason to be sad in the first place. Not when everyone worshiped her, not when everyone looked up to her.

Tsukuyo… what a fitting name, you thought to yourself once again, as you peered at the night sky. The moon was shining ever so brightly, clouds not being enough to keep its beauty hidden for too long. Yet whenever those very clouds moved before a star, they made it vanish into oblivion. That was the fate of those who stood by the moon. No matter how bright, no matter how close, they could never attract people’s attention the way the moon did. The moon was so bright, so pretty, so… perfect. No star could ever compete and certainly no star whose light was as dim as yours.

It was both hopeless and pointless. There wasn’t even a real competition, the difference and the gap between you would never be minimized. Even if for a little while you could stand on your own, there was no way for you to keep doing so. How much more could you afford to cry before he left you? How many more tears could you afford to shed before he realized that you had no real value, that he was sick of you, that he didn’t want you anymore?

It really was pointless, you thought after wiping the final batch of tears off your cheeks. There was nothing more for you to do and for once, you were tired of pretending as if everything was fine. Standing here, crying in the middle of nowhere, would do you no good.

Your feet begun to move on their own, aimlessly searching for a new destination. It felt as if there was nowhere left for you to go, and before you knew it you were once again standing outside of Yorozuya. This time, it was quiet. The lights were out and no one seemed to be in the snack bar. You had completely lost track of time, yet there was no denying, it was too late.

“Thought you’d find your way back.”

“Gin-Gintoki?” Your voice cracked as you spoke his name, an involuntarily gasp escaping your lips. The man was standing right in front of you, a rather serious look on his face while he studied your expression.

“You are such a handful as always. Were you crying again?” He asked as he leaned closer, lowering his eyes to yours.

“No,” you lied. A blatant and shameless lie. Your eyes must have been red from all the crying, there was no way he couldn’t see that. Even if there was a chance he couldn’t do so, because of how dark it was, he still knew you too well to be able to tell.

“Are all women this bothersome?” I bet Tsukuyo isn’t, you wanted to tell him, yet the second you thought of her name, tears begun to poke your eyes again. “Why did you run off like that? And what is it with this reaction?”

“I didn’t feel so well.”

“Didn’t seem like it when you went all Whis on me.” Gin exclaimed with a scoff, not buying into your lie in the slightest.

“I…” In reality, you were unsure of what to say. You weren’t even planning on coming back here, hadn’t even bothered preparing a plausible story. Everything you uttered was lies an excuses and you both knew that.

“I heard you.” You spoke in a barely audible voice, forcing Gin to tilt his ear closer to you. “When… When I came earlier, I heard everything.”

“Huh? You did?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in a puzzled expression. " Then why are you so upset?”

“Because, I can’t do this anymore, Gintoki!” A hitched sob forced your words to an halt. The longer you stood in front of him, the weaker you felt.

“I just can’t. How much longer do I have to turn a blind eye? How much longer do I need to stand there and watch her take the thing that matters the most to me away? I’m tired of being in her shadow, I’m tired of not being good enough. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being the one who has to look up to this beautiful and unobtainable moonlight.”

Your voice kept breaking as you spoke. However, for the first time in a while, you felt relief washing over you. All those things that had been torturing you were now out in the open. There was no reason for you to keep playing charades with him, and even if ended tonight, then at least you had done your best. Or so you thought.

For a bit, the two of you stood there in near silence, your sobs being the one thing to interrupt it. Gintoki kept staring at you and you kept staring at the floor, unsure of what you were supposed to do now. He must have been upset, right? He must have been furious for sure. You had caused a scene in the middle of the street, a scene that the two of you had acted out before. Yet, rather than saying a thing, Gintoki sighed out loud,shaking his head. Catching a glimpse of him as he reached his hand inside his kimono, you looked up at him in hesitation.

“I didn’t want to give this to you like this but… here.” He said, taking your hand into his before placing a rectangular silver box.

Your gaze flickered between the box and him, unable to tell what this was all about. It appeared to be a jewelry box of some sorts, considering how you could hear a small chime from within. Reluctantly, you moved the box closer to your face. Opening its contents at once, you couldn’t help but gasp in awe. Inside was a silver pendant, a singular star hanging from its chain.

“This is what we were doing when you were eavesdropping. I had her try it on to see how it fits before I gave it to you. ” You tried to open your mouth, yet he stopped you, shaking his hand dismissively.

“Y/N, do you know the name of this star?” -he paused to point at a star, not awaiting an answer before continuing- “I don’t remember either. But, this star, no matter how small it may seem to you, is enough to guide people. Even when its light is no brighter than the moon, it’s enough to help you find your way in life. The moon may be beautiful but if it wasn’t for this one star, so many people would have lost their way. Instead of looking up at the moon, look down below. Look at all the people who depend on you, look at me. You were the one to lead me back to you. Even under the light of the moon, I still choose to follow you, don’t I?”

His words were enough to dissolve all the thoughts in your brain. All those rumblings, all those voices, all of your insecurities ceased, even for a moment. Even if they managed to crawl back up the next day, for now, it didn’t matter. Somehow, you knew that it was okay. As long as he was there, it’d be okay, you’d be okay.

Letting out a rather drawn out sigh, you fell onto his chest, staining his kimono with more tears.

“Oi, why are you crying again? If someone sees her, they’ll think I did this.” Gintoki joked. Still, despite his words, you felt a hand hitching up your back, pressing your head harder against him. “Y/N… stop with all that crap. Stop wishing to become something you could never be, you are just perfect on your own.” He went on, rubbing circles across your hair reassuringly.

You stayed like that for a while, basking in the feeling of his warm embrace until you felt like you could face him. The tears on your face had dried and you were even able to force a smile as you looked up at him, one that he returned without hesitating. Truth was, you hadn’t been seeing each other for that long for you to say it out loud, but in that moment, even when everything else was uncertain, there was one thing you were certain of. You loved him. Inadequate or not, imperfect or not, perhaps it didn’t matter. If he was the one to pick up your pieces, nothing else mattered.

“Are you coming in now or not? I don’t think this parfait will last much longer.” He said, shaking before you a bag that you hadn’t noticed him holding before. Squinting your eyes, you took a better look at it. That was the bag you had brought to him earlier!

“You kept it?”

“Parfait doesn’t taste as good when you eat it by yourself.” The fact that he’d actually picked it up and held onto it for the two of you to share it, was enough to make you swoon. Unable to hide your own smile, you were about to hug him again, when he spoke again. “I just hope it’s not salty with your tears. You didn’t cry over it, right? You wouldn’t spoil something so precious, right?”

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you punched his shoulder playfully, following him back to Yorozuya. Before you walked back in, you took one final look at the night sky, this time with a smile on your face. The stars were so beautiful tonight.

[lilac-5ky]

how do you think Gintoki would deal with having a crush who is always courted by rich men. Crush always turns these people down and if he ever asks crush why, crush does not want too because money won’t make them happy, they just don’t feel any attraction and there’s nothing particularly wrong with the men, and finally… they shyly admit already liking someone else?

A/N: Sure thing! I made this into half headcanons/half scenario but I feel like it worked out for the best. Not super long but your request was specific enough for me to get straight to the point, which I think is good! Anyways, this is it ^^

Gintoki reacting to his crush getting courted by rich men

Warnings: None, SFW!

At first, Gintoki would probably tease them about it. He would wonder what it was about plain old you that had managed to capture the attention of the richest men in Edo so effortlessly, even when he, himself, was enticed by you.

Whenever you received a present, whether that ranged from expensive pralines to the highest quality kimono, he'd always be sneering in his corner, telling you to hurry up and pick a suitor already.

In reality, he wouldn't want you doing such thing, yet he knew that he could never compare to these men, at least wealth wise. He felt very inadequate in that aspect and that was one of the many reasons why he didn't dare confess his feelings for you. Plus, he didn't wanna stand in the way of your bright future, a future he could never afford himself.

Little did he know, that the feeling had been mutual all along. Even when you had everything a woman could ask for, you knew that money couldn't buy happiness. Nothing ever compared to how he made you feel, all the smiles he brought to your face and all the joy he brought to your life. No matter how many men courted you, your heart belonged to him and him only.

One day, you received yet another box of chocolates from a suitor. They were one of those very expensive Amanto chocolates that one could never acquire by themselves. Although you were quite fond of their flavor, the moment you got your hands on the box, you knew what to do, and so, two days later, Gintoki was standing at your door, the box of chocolates in hand as he made his way in your apartment.

"Another one, really? Y/N, you need to do something about it, it's the last time I act as a delivery boy for your admirers. Tell them to stop sending stuff at Yorozuya or at least pay up for my services."

"No, that is for you."

"Huh?" Gintoki made a grimace, his eyes going wide, unable to comprehend the situation in hand. "It has your name on it, what are you talking about?"

"That's because I sent them to you. It's chocolate, you like chocolate, right?" Walking closer to him, you couldn't help but smile. His puzzled expression was so cute. "It's a gift from that conglomerate guy. He got it on one of his trips abroad but I thought you'd appreciate it more."

"It's really rude of you to redirect gifts. I'll never be able to understand how you have everyone wrapped around your finger." The silver haired man exclaimed while munching on a praline. He had opened the box so quickly that you hadn't even caught a glimpse of him doing so. No matter how self righteous he tried to act, desserts were the one thing he could never resist. "Just pick one already, won't you?" He went on before throwing a different piece of chocolate in his mouth. "Damn, this one..." Gintoki closed his eyes as he moaned in delight. Seeing how much he enjoyed it, you chuckled, this was the exact reaction you were expecting from him.

"My vote goes to chocolate guy. In fact, perhaps I should meet him myself, maybe he prefers silver hair." He joked as he licked his fingers, placing the chocolate box on top of a furniture next to him once he was done cleaning himself.

"Maybe you should. I bet you would impress him, especially if you showed him your manboobs and got your hair up in ponytails or something." You couldn't say this sentence without breaking into laughter. The image of Gintoki dressed as a woman was beyond hilarious, yet somehow as endearing as the man himself.

"Tch. You say that because you can't tell what a knockout I'd be. I bet I could get twice the attention you get, if I was a woman." Gin said with a pout, acting all offended.

"I bet you would."

Silence. The moments when you would find yourselves standing there without saying a thing to one another had multiplied, along with the tension between you. It was at times like this when you wished that you were courageous enough to speak up about your own feelings, yet somehow, you couldn't bring yourself to do that. What if he hated the idea, what if he didn't like you more than he liked a friend? The risk was too big to take and so, you had settled for throwing mere hints at him, hoping that one day he'd catch onto you, that one day he'd be able to return your feelings.

"Seriously, Y/N. Why don't you give them a chance? They don't look half bad, if you keep pushing them away you'll end up like Catherine." He was the first one to speak, taking a step closer to you. Folding his arms in front of his chest, he leaned against the wall. "Come on, isn't there anyone you like? No one catches your eye? No one makes you wanna run off into the sunset with them?" Your heart was beating louder and louder with each of his sentences. You could only hope that your infatuation wasn't showing, that you could at least control your expression in front of him, even when part of you wanted him to find out. Still, when he looked at you so intently, his maroon eyes piercing yours as he spoke, you knew you couldn't evade his questions anymore, he deserved an answer.

"There... there is." Your voice came out as a whisper, your stare dropping to the floor, unable to face him.

"Huh? What was that?" Of course he hadn't heard you when you spoke this quietly. Of course you had to repeat your words and of course you had to explain what you meant. Sighing, you lifted your head up. It can't be helped anymore.

"There is someone like that for me. Someone I wanna run into the sunset with, someone who catches my eye, someone I... like."

"Oh? Who is that guy? Is it the chocolate guy? Or that merchant? Or perhaps, it's that news anchor? Who is it?" To your dismay, Gintoki seemed to be quite entertained by the idea of you liking someone. Besides, why wouldn't he, considering how he was your friend and friends are happy to see their friends happy.

"He's nothing like that!" You protested, your reaction catching him by surprise. "I mean... he is not one of those guys..."

"What? So he really isn't rich? What a bummer, all those gifts for nothing." Gin said with a scoff.

"You know, not everything is about money. Money can't buy you happiness and it can't buy you love."

"It can buy you desserts though. What's so good about that guy you like then?" He wasn't going to give up unless you gave him a clear cut answer. Sighing, you moved to the other side of the wall, your back falling against the cold surface while you eyed him.

"For starters? He is very nosy and can be quite rude too. He is childish and petty and lazy even, and, he does all these unnecessary things. He is also very stubborn and won't let things drop."

"Huh, you like such a guy? You have such a poor taste in men, no wonder you are turning everyone-"

"But he is also one of the kindest people I've known. He is very warm and he really cares for others, he never turns his back on anyone. He is also the funniest guy I've met and talking to him feels like everything's gonna be alright." You could feel yourself blushing just by listing some of Gintoki's positive traits. There were so many reasons as to why you'd come to like him, yet he could never know the depth of your emotions, no matter how many times you got to describe them to him. No words could pinpoint what it was about him that you loved so much.

For a second, it looked as if Gintoki seemed to understand. He tilted his head towards you, his eyes studying your features while a slight smile appeared on his lips, a smile that only made your heart flutter. The two of you stared at each other, neither him, nor you saying a word, until Gintoki finally broke the silence, an inaudible chuckle leaving his lips.

"Women should have more practical criteria when choosing a husband." He eventually said, shaking his head dismissively. "That guy sounds like a loser anyways."

"Then I guess I'm in love with a loser." This time, you could see that you weren't the only one affected by your words, a light shade of pink coloring his cheeks as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"You are beyond hopeless. But... I'm the same way." Before you could do as much as inquire any further, he turned his back on you, picking the chocolate box up before moving to the door. "I'm taking these with me. Give my thanks to the chocolate guy, he really has great...taste."

And with that, Gintoki was out of the door, leaving you to stand alone in your own apartment, the only proof of his visit being a sole piece of chocolate that he had left behind, one that had the shape of a heart, at that. Childish as always, you thought to yourself as you threw the chocolate in your mouth, unable to contain your own joy. Money really can't buy happiness.

[lilac-5ky]

Heyyyy, I was wondering if you could write something with Gintoki and Takasugi s/o getting extremely sick? Like how would they be, but then s/o manages to get better at the end and all is well

Woo, angst my beloved. Sorry for taking this long to get to this, I had soooo much inspiration about some other things and anagst needs the right mood! Anyways, here we go!

Gintoki/Takasugi with extremely sick S/O

Warning: Uh, it's SFW alright but it's still angst so it might hurt buuut wholesome ending so hooray

Gintoki

At first, he wasn't too phased by your illness. It wasn't the first time you had gotten sick and wouldn't mind lazying around with you. Plus, you would insist it was just a cold, so he wouldn't worry.

But, once your condition significantly worsened, he'd take you to a doctor, or rather bring one to you if you wouldn't be able to move. And when he heard that the possibility of you recovering was slim? Everything would change

For a while, he'd have a hard time accepting it. He'd lost so many people in the past and so the pain of losing someone close to him was rather familiar, however when it came to you, the woman he had chosen, he couldn't help but feel desperate but also angry at himself. If he had noticed before then things wouldn't have gone this way, if he had taken better care of you, then you wouldn't be lying on your deathbed.

However this is Gintoki we are talking about, all the self blame, guilt and anger will remain within him. He wouldn't let you see how sad he was, he'd always put up a strong front and he'd try to help you as best as he could. Even if the odds were against you, he wouldn't give up on you.

Instead of coddling you, he'd act as if everything was fine, in fact, he'd even push you to do things yourself. As long as you kept going, as long as you didn't surrender to the disease, there was hope. He'd get you your favorite stuff but don't expect him to just give them to you. He'd place them slightly out of reach, forcing you to drag yourself to them. If you managed to do that, he'd cheer for you.

"Wow, Y/N, pretending to be this sick just so that I can't bring you everything in bed? Just do it yourself, see, it's not even that hard."

If you couldn't do it however... then he'd silently bring them to you, forcing a sad smile on his lips while watching you. He'd be so heartbroken, he just wanted you to get better and if he can't motivate you enough, then what can he do? Sometimes you have to fight your own battles, he knew that very well, but seeing you in this state always managed to break him.

At one point, I'd imagine your condition will get even worse and he'd knew the end was near. He was bracing himself all along for this and although he couldn't stand it, he would stay by your side all along, no matter what childish tricks he'd try on you. In your "final" moments, he'd be very gentle, holding your hand, brushing your hair softly, you name it. The least he could do was be there with you, not just for you, but for him as well.

Even then, he'd try not to cry, he'd try to crack a joke or two, he'd try to read Jump for you, he'd try to make it as painless for the two of you as possible. But if you were the one to crack first? If you started crying or if your eyes begun to close or if you had one of those violent cough attacks? Then he wouldn't be able to keep his cool.

"Gin... it's fine, I'm fine, I'm-"

"Of course you are fine. You are the finest woman I've met." He'd say with a faint smile that trembled on his lips.

His eyes would be glossy, tears threatening to fall upon his cheeks in streams. You'd do your best to return the smile, extending a hand towards his face, cupping his cheek softly while brushing your fingers against his skin. Finding comfort in your touch, he'd tilt his head, only to realize that the familiar warmth of you wasn't there anymore, that your hand, the hand he so much loved to hold, had gotten as cold as ice. His tears would dampen your palm and then neither of you would be able to keep a straight face anymore.

Although all hope was lost for him that day, the next day you were still there and the day after that and the day following that. Slowly but surely, you started showing signs of recovery, signs that you had beaten this disease, that you had pulled through. Once you'd be able to stand on both feet, Gintoki would go back to his regular self, teasing you, making fun of your weak state and would try to get you to go outside with him. Truth is, no matter how much he'd tried to play it off, he was grateful that you were still there.

Finding himself walking on the streets of Kabukicho once again with you by his side was all he needed. Holding your hand into his, feeling your warmth and your now strong pulse, he realized that this was all he needed, you were al he needed.

Takasugi

Similarly to Gintoki, Shinsuke would have a hard time accepting his S/O disease, although his reaction to it would be completely different. Whereas Gintoki would be by her side, Shinsuke would abort ship. He'd start avoiding her, would never visit her and would act as if their relationship had never even occurred. As harsh as that might sound, he didn't act like this because he was unaffected, no, it was quite the opposite. Perhaps even more so than Gintoki, he'd be truly and utterly devastated.

For Shinsuke to love a woman, is for him to open his heart, a heart that is barely pieced together. Allowing himself to love someone made him feel guilty enough in the first place. After losing Shouyou, he was never able to understand how the other Joui 4 members were able to go on with their lives as if nothing happened. He'd set his eyes on a path of destruction, a path defined by solitude, a path that he'd chosen for himself. Letting you walk by his side, always had him thinking; am I even allowed to do this? Is it okay if I'm greedy and shameless just this once?

As if he wasn't drowning in his own guilt already, finding out about your condition only made things worse for him. He'd blame himself for it, he'd think that this was his punishment, that you slipping away from him was the price he had to pay for even looking your way in the first place. Shinsuke wouldn't be able to face you because of how sorry he felt, even if he never said it out loud, even if his demeanor showed that he didn't care, he simply cared too much, and in his eyes that was a fatal sin. Meeting you, getting you to join him, loving you, making you his, all of these things served as a regret to him, a regret he couldn't afford to have. Being the leader of the Kiheitai meant he had to stay strong for everyone, he had to be the Takasugi Shinsuke they all believed in, whether it was killing him on the inside or not.

And so, Takasugi would stay away from you. It was better that way, it was better if he was the only one who blamed himself, if he was the one to carry the burden. Besides, he knew that if he got to see you all weak and fragile, then he'd break even more.

It wasn't until Bansai informed him of how bad things were that he bat an eye towards your direction. Your time was running out, if he wanted to say his goodbyes, he needed to do it now.

It was night time when he visited you, during the time everyone including you was asleep. You'd wake up to the sight of his back turned on you as he gazed outside the window.

"Y/N, look at the sky. It's another moonless night."

"Shinsuke-"

"Walking on this path, I thought I had forsaken the moon myself. There were no stars in my sky until I found you, the sole light that I let guide me through all carnage and ruination. Yet, now even a small and insignificant star like you is trembling, about to fade into nothingnes."

"Shinsuke, please just-"

"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me, why should I be the one to watch you fade? Why should my final memory of you be this one." He stubbornly refused to look at your face, keeping his back on you the entire time as he spoke.

"Because, you will regret it if you don't."

"Regrets?" He scoffed. "I have no place for such nonsen-"

"Because It'd be cruel of you not to let me see you your face one last time." Your words would finally get to him, forcing him to turn around, his eye full of sorrow as he looked at you.

Dragging his steps closer, he'd sit by your side, ghosting his hand over yours, a faint smile on his lips. Once again, he was forced to watch as the thing that meant the most to him was taken away, unable to do as much as to stop it. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't save you, just like he was unable to save Shouyou back then.

"This world is the one who's cruel. This ugly world that took him away from me, this rotten world that's taking you away now, this world that needs to be torn into shreds"

"Don't say that." Your voice was weak, barely audible, yet still enough to force him to look at your face, his eye drifting away from your hand. "This world was gentle enough to let us meet. Even if my time is running out, I am grateful for this world, I am grateful that I met you."

"You should say your goodbyes to this world then, because I'll be the one to destroy it." His way of copying with things remained ever the same, resorting to violence and destruction rather than allowing himself to wallow in the pain and misery. Still, even when he wasn't trying to comfort you, even when he hadn't said anything that was remotely nice, you knew that this was his way of letting you know how much you meant to him. Smiling, you'd hold onto his hand tightly, a rampant cough escaping your throat.

"I'm sure you will."

In the following days, he didn't visit you again. He'd done his part, he'd said his silent goodbyes to you, it was time to move on. Yet his eye was enough to reveal the pain he was into, dark circles staining his features, fatigue clinging onto him. Only he knew how many nights he'd spent without sleeping, gazing upon the sky in silent, wishing for a miracle that wouldn't come. Until, it did.

When all hope was lost, Bansai (god bless this man) informed him that you were getting better, that you had managed to pull through. At first Shinsuke wouldn't allow himself to believe it, hope was a dangerous thing after all, but once the thought would sink in, he'd visit you.

Without saying a word, he'd enter your room in the middle of the night, dropping by your side. Even if you tried to talk to him, he wouldn't say a word, closing his eye, finally allowing himself to rest by your side. He'd never admit it, but the relief he felt that day was enough to keep him going, enough to delude himself that maybe he could allow himself to be selfish one more time.

A/N: It's no surprise that Shinsuke's part was bigger, right? But, you know, complex man, longer writing. I hope you enjoyed this, angst is my cup of tea and I hope I captured the essence of this request as well as I could. Thank you so much for submitting it in the first place and once again, sorry for the delay!