...anyway, fuck that anon. Hey Rin, have you ever done a Jackson reader coming out as nonbinary to Big Brother Bucks hc?
Coming out to Young Bucks as their nonbinary sibling; headcanon list
— talking to them both is always a breeze, so there really was no need to be nervous or anxious for the talk
— they both sort of just nodded and said “oh okay, cool”
— they didn’t know what you needed to talk to them about so they were both very relieved to hear you were okay and that the talk wasn’t about anything that could be hurting you in any way
— they immediately started to introduce you and refer to you as a sibling rather than a sister/brother
— Matt is way more protective than Nick, so he will happily kick someone’s teeth down their throat for you
— Nick takes you clothes shopping for things that make you comfortable and confident
— Matt helps you test out new names by taking you to Starbucks and gives you suggestions on new names, if you wish to even change your name
— they both stick around you most of the time to keep an eye on you and whoever talks to you
— so many big sibling hugs after someone makes you uncomfortable by deadnaming or misgendering you
In which she only knew he was her brother when he recognized an old ring and she didn’t truly recognize him until weeks later.
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The urgent steps of the short haired woman quickly caught the attention of her wife, leather jacket flying up behind her slightly as she walks. The other woman’s eyes follow her, eyes lifting from the speech she was editing. “Georgie?” She jumps up from her seat, “What’s wrong?” “Talkers at the welcome center. They’re hungry and the center doesn’t have any bizcuits.” The dark haired woman blows a kiss to her wife as she speeds out of the building. Sliding the pencil and speech into her pocket (Y/N) stands up from the table, heading for the double doors that her wife ran out of moments before. A new set of arrivals wasn’t something new for Altura, this happens pretty often, and (Y/N) has desperate hope every single time one does.
Head of Pacifica security heads over to the quarantine station of the bigger outpost. She knew it was a slim chance, yet every time there was new arrivals she had the need to check for the boy. Twisting the ring on her right finger, the woman waited patiently for the truckload to return her wife and bring in a new shipment of dirty, tired faces. Her nervous eyes search the area around her, a few welcome committee members give her a gentle smile, others shaking their head in exhaustion. Eight years of apocalypse couldn’t shake her belief that her family is out there. Anyone other than Dante and Georgia would call her hopeless for still believing but (Y/N)’s intuition had never failed them. If her gut told her they were still out there, the two would believe her until the end.
Nervous summersaults enter the girl’s stomach as a vehicle comes into her sight line. “Don’t get your hopes up,” the woman whispers to herself, toying with the piece of metal on her finger. A kind voice speaks to a doctor, telling him that he and his friends had to go through quarantine before gaining citizenship. (Y/N)’s eyes search the group, one face catching her eye. He was too far for her to tell for sure, but the woman swore she recognized him. Georgia leaves the group, making her way to the woman. “One day playing with your ring like that is going to make it get stuck,” she chuckles, kissing the worried woman on her forehead. Shaking her head, (Y/N) leans into her lover’s side, “I’m just nervous.” Rubbing a hand up the soft material of her wife’s sweater Georgia frowns, “Did the feeling go away?” “No, no, I’m still sure someone is out there,” she bites her lip, “I just, feel like I know that guy, the dark haired one you just brought in. I can’t place him though like it’s been years since I passed him in a crowd or something.”
“After he gets through quarantine, you and I can go talk to him together okay?” “That would be great,” she pulls the speech out of her pocket, handing it and the pencil to the woman on her side, “You need an opener, a joke or something to get people’s attention.” “You are an angel,” George laughs, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I try,” she teases, smiling over at the woman. “His name is Ten Thousand, if that helps.” “That’s a number, not a name. What was he before the apocalypse? A government experiment?”
(Y/N) waiting patiently for the quarantine process to end on the new arrivals, it felt like someone had their eyes on her the whole time. The feeling made her stomach feel like it was churning, the nerves killing her. George’s hand on her back lead her over to the group. She learned that the doctor Georgia was speaking to wasn’t a doctor but more of a therapist turned drug dealer from a small conversation. The short woman with him, Sargent Muller was a sweet girl, a fellow marine from before the world fell apart. The whole time she spoke to them, she twirled the ring, cutting eyes at the boy. He was glaring at her hands watching the metal and gems spin.
“Where the hell did you get that,” it was the first thing he said and it felt as if he spit it at her. “Pardon?” The girl tucked herself into her wife’s side, the voice made him even more familiar but the anger in his tone was something she didn’t expect. “Where did you get that ring? You steal it off a corpse or something?” His face was full of disgust as he snatched her hand up. The stranger stared at the silver flower, eying the center gems. 4, his birthstone, his ma’s. his pa’s, and (Y/N)’s. “It was a gift from my mother, thank you,” She scoffs, yanking her hand back. For the first time she took a good look at his face. She knew those eyes anywhere, they were her mother’s, the scar in his eyebrow from where he got hit by a hunter’s knife as it slipped from her hand. And suddenly, she didn’t have to trust the feeling anymore, her brother was most definitely alive. George moves to step between the two, not liking the way the stranger roughly snapped her wife’s hand up. She’s shocked to feel the other woman shove her to the side, hugging the man suddenly, “Tomcat!” The male’s body jolts at the impact, pushing her off slightly, “(Y/N)?” She slumps her shoulders, affected by the rejected hug from her once clingy brother, “Yeah, it’s good to see you.”
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(Y/n)’s back is pressed against the side of the building, trying to ignore everything happening in the building. She feels guilt already building in her stomach for being out in the grass while the woman she loves gives a speech she promised to be there for, but being in there feels impossible. Hot tears burn her eyes as she stares into the distance, eyes unfocused. “Hey,” the voice catches her attention, her eyes refocusing on the frame that appeared before her, “You missed an amazing speech you know.” “Yeah, she’s good at them, you should hear her when she has to give a speech on the spot,” her voice is slightly hoarse as she looks up at him. “So uh,” he waves to the ground beside her, “Mind if I join you?” “Go ahead, 10k,” she lets out a half-assed chuckle.
Hearing his chosen name in her voice stung like venom as he sits down beside her. “You know, in fourteen years of living with you, I don’t think I can ever remember you crying, (Y/n/n).” She sniffles, smiling at the old nickname, “Well, you were the clingy family softy back then and I was the heartless one, remember?” “You were never heartless.” “Fourteen year old you felt different. You know the last thing I said to you was ‘the world won’t end while I’m gone’. It’s almost hilarious the way the world works like that,” she toys with the hem of her shirt as she talks. “Yeah, and I told you eight months might as well been eight years, look where we are now.” She laughs, leaning into his side, “What the hell happened to us?” “The real question is, why are you out here? I don’t know much about Georgia, but she seems pretty good to you.”
“She’s amazing, too good to everyone sometimes if we’re all honest. All about trust and second chances. Georgia can really give you insight into your own humanity you know? I lost mine for a while, then there was her.” He nods, “Yeah I think we all lost ours a some point.” “Not her though, and I’m so proud of her, but the idea of walking back into that room made me feel sick.” “You know he can’t hurt her again, right?” She nods, her head falling back, “I know, but last time I was in there I was laughing with Dante, we were planning a double date to celebrate that the vote went through until he had to leave. Now he and Marge are dead, my wife has a black eye and a busted lip, and I couldn’t protect either of them, or you.” “My hand wasn’t your fault, you weren’t here. You didn’t kill Dante, or torture George. That’s not your fault.” “No, Ten, how long were you alone out there before your team found you? You lost Ma and Pa and I was with Lieutenant Dante looking for his wife states away. I should have gone looking for you the moment the apocalypse started, fuck my orders.”
“You knew Dante a long time?” “I did, he was my Lieutenant until we got separated in Colorado four years ago. I just headed North from there, found Georgia, and trusted my gut that I would run into you instead of looking for you.” “Stop blaming yourself for me being alone, I grew up (Y/N). And we found each other eventually.” She fought a laugh, the person she knew as her brother was lost, she would have to find comfort in the new person who occupied his body. She never expected him to be the kid she left alone years before but she never imagined he’d be like this now. “I guess we did, Tomcat.” The dark haired male laughs, standing up and offering her his hand, “Now, let’s get you to your wife. You need to properly introduce me to my sister in law.” She laughs, taking his hand, “Thanks for being cool about that by the way. Pa would have lost it the moment he saw us together.” “We always had each other’s backs, it was the ruling of not getting in trouble with Pa,” the boy laughs, pulling her up from the ground. And for that moment, he was Tommy.
love ur blog! is it okay for a gintoki + little sister reader (by like a year or so)head canons? like how it was growing up with him? would he let you fight in the war? afterwards how the two would act together? would they live together? sorry if thats too much to ask
Hello! I’m glad you like it :D and please don’t apologize! The detail on what you want is actually really helpful for writing! I typically try to do my requests in chronological order, but I ended up writing the entire request lol
Sakata Gintoki
Even though he keeps to himself, he’d always be very warm to you. He’d play with you, and he’d explore with you. Shoyou would always make remarks about the way he opened up around you. If you were shy, he’d naturally help you ease up to things and people, despite not being very good at it himself. The two of you were this inseparable pair. Even as he was a bit older and became more… teenage boy… he’d still always stick with you with kindness. When somebody hurts in the same way as somebody else, it’s easier to make tighter bonds. You were somebody in his life that he knew wouldn’t abandon him, and he was the same way for you.
During the war, Gintoki would urge you to stay out of the war. He wants to take all of the responsibility onto himself, and neglect you from any of it. He’ll even go as far to use the excuse “you’re a girl” and more to keep you away from the frontlines. Even if you’ve proven yourself more than capable of fighting and protecting yourself, he’ll still urge you to stay out of it. If you’re headstrong and want to join the war, there will be arguments. Inevitably, if you choose to go to war, he’ll keep an eye on you at all times.
I think it’s hard to say how the relationship would be after the war. It really depends on you, and your personality. If you’re headstrong and stubborn, cracking Gintoki open will be easier, but if you don’t like confrontation and you’re shyer, then be prepared for problems to come. Gintoki is heartbroken and defeated over the war, and he will reject you from getting close to him. Ironically, if you stayed out of the war, it might be difficult to thread bonds between you again. There’s a level of separation that comes with exempting yourself from an event that tragic. Of course though, it’s not impossible, it’s just not easy. If you served in the war, there’s a better understanding of his suffering, since you’ll be able to directly relate to it. Either way, he’ll push you away for his own, selfish reasons, and it’ll be hard to recoup the relationship.
In the future (present time Gintama), your closeness will be judged on what happened during the postwar era of suffering. If you had rekindled the relationship, Gintoki would’ve definitely taken you under his wing as you sought out a new life together. If you didn’t, then it’s a whole different story. It’ll be hard for him to ever approach you because he’d feel as if he abandoned you, and deeply regrets it. He betrayed you by pushing you away. If you ever choose to return and see him again, he’ll hesitantly open his arms. He’s healed most of his wounds, and you’ve healed most of yours, so it’s possible to start from where you left off. Your relationship then would be very childish and playful, probably stemming from your youth.
If you’re absent from his present life, he won't ever bring you up with the Yorozuya, but when your presence is unveiled, everybody sees a new side of Gintoki. He might be a total ass to you, but he’s really too ashamed to let you get close. He might pull a Hijikata and just observe you from afar. It’ll take the entire cast to get him to actually talk to you properly
It’s likely you two wouldn’t live together, even if you were close after the war, but he’d definitely visit quite often, and you’ll stop by when you have time.
Imagine Haruna pouring tea into the cups of her two friends, as they happily chat away and catch up on their lives.
“Ah, and Ayumi has won second place in her art contest at school. She really has talent with a pencil.”
Hinoe, although soft-spoken and modest, couldn’t help but boast just a little bit about her younger sister’s achievements.
“Shinozaki is such a wonderful pupil-I’m so happy to have her in my class.”
Kuon chuckles, taking a sip of her tea.
“Sometimes I wish Ai would focus more on her studies, as well…she’s so bright, but just not that interested in school.”
Haruna sits by quietly, content enough to listen to her friends talk-until Hinoe turns to her to chuckle, before asking something.
“Haruna, quiet as always. What about your little brother, Yuuya? How is he these days?”
She shifts uncomfortably in her seat for a moment or two, aware of how much complaining she’s done about her brothers in front of the two. In fact, she can barely remember a time when she ever praised Yuuya for something, at least before he became a moody adolescent.
“He’s…He’s been good lately. He’s a bit of a loner, but he’s got some good friends. He’s actually a pretty smart kid.”
The two seem happy enough that her attitude towards her siblings has improved, and her two friends met each other’s gaze.
“Little Yuuya is a handsome one, too. I wonder if he’d be interested in Aiko, teehee…”
“K-Kuon-!”
“Right? I bet Ayumi would fall head over heels if she met him in person, eheh.”
Imagine Haruna picking Kizami up early from school because he got introuble. After he explains he only got into a fight because kids were picking on Kurosaki, she smiles and tells him it’s good he stood up for his friend but there are better ways of doing so without getting in trouble.
Imagine the days pre-Heavenly Host, babysitting three angelic children-Yuki, Ryou, and Tokiko. They always greet you as their elder sibling, and excitedly hug your legs whenever you visit-and when their parents aren't around, you sneak them some candy as a treat. They come out of their shells quite a lot when you're around-and between you and them, you hope the bond the four of you have shared lasts forever and ever.
Imagine Kouki and Yuuya switching clothes for the day, just to see if they can get away with it. And, considering their close height and facial similarities, their parents don't take notice until they're just about to leave for school, their father growling at them to quit fooling around and change-and although they do get in trouble for it, Kouki can't help laughing about it afterwards, which even brings a smile to Yuuya's face, too.
