#sakata

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺ more silent!reader x sakata gintoki except this time, reader is trying her hardest to talk more #progress. see pinned post for banner creds + where i find fan art.

! SEEING GINTOKI SMOKE.

You were sitting on a blanket at the park, writing in your journal, and feel eyes on you. When you look up, it was Gintoki, who clearly had noticed you but he pretended he didn’t; there was something odd about him.

You frown, narrow your eyes, then shot up and run towards him. You snatch the cancer stick from his mouth and he smirked.

“Oh? What happened? Doesn’t your precious Toshi smoke?”

He’s still mad about the kiss.

You look at the cigarette. It wasn’t lit. A quiet huff escaped you and you walk away from him, sit on the blanket, and continue writing, the cigarette now dangling between your lips.

Two can play that game, shit hole.

Gintoki’s eye twitched. Why should his precious one have a cancer stick between her mouth? When you pull out a lighter, he shot up from the bench.

“Name-chan!” Gintoki dramatically screamed, jumping into your arms and snatching the cigarette from your mouth. He took the lighter and pocketed it. “Why do you even have a lighter on you?”

You were about to take out your pen and paper.

Baby steps.

“Self-defence.” You say, taking a sip of water.

Gintoki narrowed his eyes at you. “Sheesh, crazy woman.”

You take a strand of his hair and light it on fire.

Gintoki screamed. “AHHH!”

You grin and take the flame out with your hand. Gintoki huffed, then buried his face in your stomach, mumbling something incoherent. Your body tensed, remembering that you weren’t together, then relaxed.

Gintoki nuzzled your stomach. Humming to himself.

“Too many layers.” He mumbles, slipping his hand under your stomach.

Your cheeks flame red. You bring your mouth close to his ear.

“We’re…” You clear your throat. “We’re in a park.”

He smirked. “So? Let them see.”

You scowl. Said nothing. Then, using Gintoki as a table, you place your journal on him and begin to write.

You smile to yourself. Caress his head as you write.

“Don’t get any ink on my Yakuta.” He yawned, closing his eyes.

You tap his cheek in response.

Okay.

!! GINTOKI COMES OUT OF THE SHOWER.

You were in his room at Odd Jobs, under his covers, as he took a shower. You couldn’t sleep and Tae had ‘accidentally’ let it slip that you were at her place and Gintoki went to see you. Tae loves having you around but she knows that the only person who can truly help you is Gintoki.

You felt safer with him, after all.

When the door to the bathroom opens, you except Gintoki to be in his Yakuta but instead, he was in a light blue bath robe that barely concealed his stomach. His abs were on display, one hand to the top of the doorframe, the other on the door.

Your cheeks flame red. You look away from him.

“Humph, are you forgetting that we used to have sex every day and every night?”

You grit your teeth together. Place your head on the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut.

Gintoki smirked to himself. Gotcha. He went about his business then changed into his nightwear. Only this time, instead of wrapping up warm, he let his chest be out on display.

You no longer had your eyes squeezed shut by the time Gintoki joined you under the covers. He didn’t pull you into him. He lay on his back, one arm under his head, the other on his stomach.

You soften, your mind at ease. About to fall asleep.

“You were at Tae’s.” Gintoki said.

You don’t respond. Pretend to be asleep.

“Don’t pretend to fall asleep, stupid woman.”

You turn around to glare at Gintoki. He had his eyes on the roof.

You huff. Lay on your back too. Then say the words you want to say.

“She’s my friend. I go to my friend’s for help. Remember?”

He hummed. “I told you that, didn’t I?”

You nod.

“Then forget that.” Gintoki says. “You come straight to me. Only me.”

He was always like this. Jealous, possessive, obsessed. It seems as if it’s gotten worse since the divorce. You could’ve made a joke about going to Toshi, but you didn’t want to.

“Fine.” You close your eyes.

He turned to look at you. He turns on his side. “You didn’t compliment my look.”

He wanted to hear your voice a little longer.

You were silent. Then,

“You know how you look.”

“Do I?” Gintoki says, hand on your cheek, and your eyes open. He turns your face towards him, caressing your cheek. “It seems I’ve forgotten. Remind me?”

Your lips part when you stare at Gintoki, and your mind stuttered, trying to find an answer, but your hands spoke for you. To his surprise, your hands make its way towards his chest. He hissed, as though you wounded him, and you try to pull back, but he caught your hands and kept them there. Gintoki’s eyes were hooded, calculating, awaiting your next move.

You trace his pecs, eyes on his chest, then feel the beat of his heart, then down to his stomach, meeting his eyes when his abs flexed at your touch. His hand was tight around yours.

Then, the words found you.

“Beautiful.” You clear your throat, cheeks flushed. “You look beautiful, Sakata.”

Gintoki smiled softly. “Hmm.” With his hands still wrapped around your wrists, he pulled you towards him, and let your head rest on his chest. “Thank you.”

You smile in response.

“Too much talking for the night?” He asked, brushing your hair. He frowned. “Name?”

You had fallen asleep.

He continued to brush your hair. Smiling to himself. He was warm now that you were closer.

“I’ll always be here.” Gintoki whispered, and the silence that had followed comforted him. “Waiting, watching…” He kissed your forehead. “Whatever it is.”

Gintoki closed his eyes.

“I’ll always be here.”