#{ poor Yato

[iliterallyloveluffy]

my problem is that i wanna look at what fandoms post ab of shows i love and like, but at the same time i havent finished them or the mangas of new parts are out so i dont wanna look at spoilers and then I think like oh i can just look at the content of animes that ive finished or arent continuing BUT THE FANS R ALWAYS SO DEAD. DEAD. deader than fucking yukine from noragami.

[zetsubou-shita]

why it hurts so much

[nahrgles]

My anxiety is chronic and my ass isn't iconic.

[camels-pen]

vague DP x Noragami crossover time~

Hiyori is terrified of Danny; something about him rubs her so so wrong. She tries her best to be nice, but she is the equivalent of a shivering chihuahua puppy in his midst. Danny feels kinda bad about that, but he can't really turn it off without turning human so he tries to stay as calm as possible around her.

Yukine, on the other hand, loves him. He thinks Danny's so cool and keeps bugging him about stuff from America and trying to show off how much he knows about the culture (a very impressive amount actually), and goes nuts seeing all the things Danny can do with his ghost powers. Danny feels the same about Yukine, gushing about his Shinki abilities and urging him into telling stories about his adventures and Japanese culture. These two become good friends.

Yato is kind of indifferent, and then the tiniest bit jealous once Yukine starts looking up to Danny. After getting to know him a little more, Danny has a hard time believing someone like Yato is a real "god".

It doesn't take long for Yukine to start looking up to Danny, just seeing how easily Danny can take care of Ayakashi (named "Phantoms" in the anime, heh) impressed Yukine enough to ask for advice. Thus, Yato's "oh hey potentially a customer!" doesn't last more than a day or two.

Danny does accidentally hang out with Hiyori in human form, and she does not recognize him in the slightest. She also isn't afraid of him at all in human form.

Important note: Danny, to this trio, only know him as "Phantom"

Side idea: I,,, am gonna be honest, I dunno how the naming system would work realistically, but somehow with some word, Yato gets cut off from saying the whole word of something and Danny gets a funny feeling in his chest! By the time he feels two hands holding him tightly, he realizes that he is A) not in ghost form, B) not in human form, and C) he was-

"A Thermos?" Yato asked. "Bit of a random item, but- HOLD ON YOU'RE A SHINKI?!"

Danny did not, in fact, know he was a Shinki.

The idea is: Yato, being a "god of calamity" (if this isnt actually true, F to me), and Danny, being... whatever the hell amalgamation of ecto-energy and ghost shit and human being that he is- they both sort of? overlap? If that makes sense. And so, even though Yato did not intend to call a Shinki, nor did he know Danny was a Shinki (and that he had apparently bestowed a name at some point and completely forgotten about except- that's impossible what the fuck) he had none the less a new Shinki in his possession. One that turned into a thermos.

Idk how this would go plotwise, but Yato would immediately turn around and go "hey, Yukine, isn't this great? We can use Danny to keep food warm in the winter-!" and then he gets wrestled to the ground by Hiyori of all people, who was previously keeping a good distance between her and Danny and also panicking a little bit because it seemed like his smell completely disappeared what-

And Danny is just "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck" and "did my parents sell me to the calamity god at some point???"

The answer he gets is no, but he's never totally sure and is always suspicious about it.

Some more notes:

-> He freaks out Hiyori because he smells like an Ayakashi

-> Yukine is a little bit drawn to him due to their similar (enough) circumstances.

-> Yato doesn't give much of a shit beyond the usual, at first, because he's used to the presence of death and Ayakashi near him. And Danny's existence isn't much of a surprise to him after hanging out with a sort-of Ayakashi (Hiyori) for so long.

-> After transforming into a Shinki for Yato, Danny can, in fact, blight him! When he changes back to his non-thermos self though, he does not blight Yato.

-> Danny offers to teach Yukine math one (1) time when Hiyori is unavailable and it ends with both of them getting repeat lessons. Danny thinks its a rip-off that he's not in school and yet he's still doing homework.

[leverythingbluel]

Gin and Kagura really dived head first into that detective show attire lmao

[ahhvernin]

Donate to your local broke ass but endearing god.

kofi

[clowningclownn]

another one

[shunsuiken]

cw. MDNI + afab!reader + pussy eating + he plays with your clit hehe + ayato is so horny for you

ayato eats your pussy as a reward for the boring day he's spent around stubborn inazuman officials. after washing up, he gets comfortable with you in bed and lets you talk about what you did during the day—because whatever you've done today is definitely more interesting than the useless conversations of those old men who only seem to be able to ramble.

he props his upper body up with an arm, holding his face in his palm while you speak. you talk about some of the gossip circulating around inazuman nobility, about thoma inviting you all for another round of a hotpot game and lots of other things.

oh but one particular thing he loves most about this moment is the way your lips move, it’s the moisture from your lip balm that makes them look glossy and sweet. it does something to make you look daintier.

this is where ayato finds himself hungry.

so after duly acknowledging everything you've told him, he places a gentle hand on your waist, running it up and down the line of your figure. you don't miss the way his eyes travel up and down your body, like you're a gift to be unwrapped, you can't blame him! it's been so long since you both have been intimate.

what you don't realise is that ayato has other plans. suddenly, your legs are spread wide open for his eyes to feast on, porcelain fingers lifting the material of your yukata to pull your panties down. with just the sight of your wet pussy, he groans and brings himself down so he can give your cute clit one big fat kiss, your slick sticking to his now glossy lips.

you inhale sharply when his lips touch you, anticipating his next move. his arms hold your thighs down on the futon, tongue latching onto your now hard bud to give cute little kitten licks.

“nggh—ayato, s- stop doing that!” ayato’s lips curl when your moans turn into whines, you start twitching under him and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting a hard on from you behaving just like this.

“stop doing this?” ayato lays his tongue flat against your folds and swipes the muscle upwards, making your back arch and jaw drop, successfully earning those cute and soft moans from you.

you gasp, “oh fuck that feels good, ‘yato.” your fingers reach for his hair, holding onto him while you get lost in the feeling of his tongue pampering your clit.

the groan that leaves ayato’s throat vibrates onto your folds and you shudder under him. a thin sheen of sweat forms on his forehead at the sight of you displayed like this for him. if it were not for his skilled tongue, you would be able to catch a glimpse of his dilated pupils.

he chuckles softly, leaving your clit lonely for a moment. “now it looks like we're both wearing lip balm," ayato jokes but it takes you a few seconds to process what he’s said.

“you stopped just to tell me that?” ayato grins at the tone in your voice, he loves playing with you, his little lover who always gets what they want.

your chest rises and falls heavily from his teasing. your poor hair a victim to his intimate touches, messily spread across the futon. but most importantly, your lips are slightly parted, swollen from biting them, glistening in your spit whenever you licked them.

he hums, resting his cheek on your inner thigh as his thumb toys with your hard clit. “personally, i would rather listen to how you call for me in those short little breaths you make instead of those imbeciles in expensive attires.”

you struggle to make a response when his thumb rubs against you like that, slowly, circling your bud to send short sensations up your spine. “uh-huh…” your head falls back as your eyes flutter shut again.

“oh my apologies,” ayato chuckles fondly at the sound of the soft rustling your head makes against the futon. his thumb leaves your clit alone before replacing it with his warm tongue. “allow me to continue.”

[goldenlaquer]

Woahhhh if asks are open... can I ask for Gintoki trying really hard to impress this girl he likes, but everything goes to absolute shit because this is Gintama? Totally fine if you delete! I still devour all your old stuff to fill my soul with life 🥹 Never come across anyone who writes Gintama as accurately as you bebe 😘

Sakata Gintoki Headcanons:

If Gintoki made a list of pros and cons about himself, it would probably read like this:

Pro: he has a big dick. (Big dick reading as BIG DICK, in bold, all-caps. Triple underlined.)

Con: he's a perfectionist. (Con: he's a liar.)

So, it isn't all that hard to imagine impressing you would be a Herculean task for Gintoki.

Asking Kagura for advice is like shooting yourself in the foot. Gin-chan is penniless, she says matter-of-factly. No lady wants a broke, mooching, deadbeat boyfriend. A pause to let him absorb these insults, and then, Papi brought Mama three heads, she kindly tells him like it's the secret to your heart, and that's very romantic in Yato culture apparently. Which reminds Gintoki that Kagura is from a different species just as much as her barely counting as female to begin with. Well, in human culture, he could give you as many heads as you'd want— but that's bases away and he's been swinging strikes all throughout this sad, unrequited game.

Asking Shinpachi— no, no. Now, that's a lost cause.

He tries. He does. He really tries.

He tries complimenting you. Suavely slide in a comment about how your teeth looks like it could bite into hard candy, no problem. That your hair doesn't look as dry and brittle today than it did yesterday, and oh wow, your tits look... wow. Double thumbs up.

He tries paying for your meal, to show that he can provide for you, that he's not going to be the broke, mooching, deadbeat boyfriend Kagura deemed him to be. Work a few odd jobs and have all the correct bills in his normally depleted wallet, even break a comb on his hair and get dressed to the nines in his nice, regular clothes that passed the sniff inspection when he shook it out from a pile of unwashed laundry— and it's just, while on the way to his favorite family diner he invited you to, he's passing by a pachinko parlor, with all of its flashy get-rich-quick displays and bright dinging noises from within, and that was when he's suddenly sensing it... the taste of victory. Long story short, the only thing he'll end up tasting is the strawberry parfait that you paid for.

Whatever poor progress that manages to inch forward always ends straight back to the negatives. Damn the perverted stalker and her masochistic plays she forces on him. Damn the timing and whatever deity has pitted against him when you step onto the scene to the sight of him wielding a paddle as the stalker squeals happily while tied to the wooden cross. No, this isn't— he wants to tell you, but your expression has already smoothed into a carefully blank canvas before you turn your back to him and walk away to leave him to... it. No, this isn't what it looks like, he wants to scream.

In a mood of desperation and shots deep in cheap gutter sake, he'd even wrote a poem in the dead of night, detailing the color of your eyes and all the things they reminded him of, invented a new word just to make a rhyme with your name, how the sound of your voice catches in his chest when he hears it— shit if he knew anything about pretty words, he'd never wrote anything longer than a drawn penis before— and once he was done, what he did next was ball the whole sheet up, open the nearest window, and pitch it to the stars. The lamest shit he ever did in his life will be taken to his grave.

Sometimes, because his name is Gintoki, and he is the protagonist of a septic tank for low hanging fruit comedy series called 'Gintama', sometimes the whole universe is against him.

There is a two episode-length arc the occurs, but due to the time-constraints of these headcanons and the writer's own laziness, the details of it shall not be outlined, but please know it involves an exposition, conflict, rising action, a climax (and not the good kind), falling action, some explosions and a tiny grave misunderstanding that leaves you storming from the wreckage in fury and exasperation, and Gintoki catching your wrist, spinning you around to face him. Emotions and adrenaline running high, chests heaving in exertion, and seeing your face covered in soot and sweat and your eyes huge and wet, looking damn more beautiful than you have any right to be, that's when Gintoki finally decides to put his big balls to use and confess himself to you. Opening his mouth and—

Plotfully, the wind picks up, and then suddenly a wadded ball of paper rolls to hit your feet. Both you and Gintoki look down to stare at this interruption. You bend down to pick it up and unfold the ball, startling at whatever you find, snapping your eyes up to him. "Gin, your name is on here?"

Shit! Gintoki realizes, recognizing the paper now. This is the worst possible timing! My stupid shitty poem somehow found its way to the woman it was written for. And why the fuck did I sign it!

He looks left and right, searching for a vending machine to put his head through, and when there are none, he's scrubbing his face with his hand, looking at you and the damned poem he wrote that found it's way to you, as if was meant to be there. "I wrote it." He finally grumbles. "For you. Don't be creeped out."

Your eyes scan the page from top to bottom, reading. Your eyebrows shoot up, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"This is really what you think about me?" Your trembling voice barely above a whisper.

Gintoki pauses. Then nods. "Yeah. Every word."

Your expression blanks. You turn the wrinkled paper around. Gintoki squints.

Shit! Gintoki thinks. I was so drunk I never wrote anything down, I just drew a penis!

[kathybluecaller]

I was thinking about the unicorn boys just now and realized it’s their birthdays!!! Jabu (today) and Yato (yesterday)

I remember when I first watched a snippet of the anime that I was looking forward to Seiya and Jabu’s rivalry but getting to watch it now poor boy got benched so hard I thought he died💀 (at least Yato and Tenma’s bickering filled the void)

[manias-wordcount]

A Mere Promise (Yato)

Kinktober 2023 Day Two: Eating Out

𝙒𝙖𝙣���� 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The Yato god has been very, very kind to you. Ever since you started working for him. Ever since he found you.

  When you were lost and alone, he opened up the doors to his new shrine to you. When you felt that you had no purpose- no reason to keep living on as you currently are, he offered you a job as his first even shrine maiden with a warm, kind smile. He showered you in compliments even when you struggled to be the priestess worthy of your god. He showered you in praise as you began to learn and grow with his care. He protected you. Kept you safe. Kept you warm. Kept you dry. Kept you fed. 

  Kept you happy. 

  He was your everything. He is your everything. Your entire world. For the small price of taking care of a few duties here and there. And even as his fame grew and his shrine grew vast and large and popular and crowded, your Yato was still there for you. He still kept you safe and warm. He kept you dry and kept you fed. But most of all? He made you feel special. As special as the day you first came to him without a home.

  “Mmm…you’re so sweet, aren’t you?”

  And as special as the day he first told you to drop your hakama to the ground at let yourself be tasted by your god properly.

  You whine at his words as a familiar heat rushes to your cheeks in response to his words. No matter how many times your god tells you to undress and let yourself be taken care of by him, you swear it’s as if your body will never allow itself to get used to it. Perhaps even your physical form has taken to worshipping him subconsciously? You do owe him more than just your life after all. You owe him your everything. It just so happens that part of your everything involved your god kneeling before you and lifting a leg over his shoulder as he takes what was always his in the first place. But still…

  “Um…my lord?” You find yourself mumbling out in a shaky voice. It’s hard to form full strings of words in sentences when he has you like this. Gripping at his clothes and his hair as you selfishly tug him much closer to your body than you, a mere little miko deserves. But it’s the moments that make you so flustered and so shy that add to your boldness.  And right now? The scene just so happens to be this particular moment where he chooses to take his good, sweet time in flicking his tongue against your poor, sensitive little clit. “Shouldn’t it be I who kneels upon the ground for you?”

  Your voice quivers as you voice your concern. Your leg shakes as it’s forced to be held up at an unfamiliar angle. And your pussy particularly floods itself with its own wetness as it’s given the lovely care and attention from your one and only savior. But while your body may only be human, you know in your mind that this couldn’t be right. How could it ever be right? 

      “Are you questioning me, my little follower?”

  Simple

  “N-no, sir. I’m sorry.”

  It’s right because he wills it to be.

  “Good girl.”

  And your god’s will is your law. 

  Even if it means choking down your moans and letting yourself be tongue fucked by the man you admire most. His word is law.

  So you stand there. You stand there with shaking legs and quiver moans as the tongue of a god laps at your insides like a greedy dog. You grip at his dark strands of hair as if he were nothing but just a mere mortal as you once were, and you squeeze. But there are no harsh words of opposition that come flying from his mouth. There are no cruel words of punishment that come biting at your skin. Only there is a god kneeling before you, holding you tighter and opening you up wider for his own personal enjoyment. Because why else would a god indulge in a creature of pitiful as you?

  Surely it’s not because he relishes in the sounds of your moans. Surely it’s not because he relishes in the feeling of your hips bucking into his face, trying to ride what was never yours to begin. And surely it’s not because he wants to worship you. As you worship him and only him. Surely it cannot be that. Because while your god is kind, you have heard his stories. You have listened to his rumors. The whispers of truths and tales and histories young and old. You have heard so, so many things. 

  Yet none of them explain why he’ll grab at your hips and pull you back into his await tongue when you start to run fight the pleasures that he gives you start to feel like too much. None of them explain why he’ll draw small circles into your skin when you start to whine and whimper about how he’s being too harsh- too cruel- when he sucks on your overstimulated clit like that. And none of them explain how soft, and sweet and gentle his eyes look when he peers up at you from below. Only for them to disappear from view as he takes another chance to lick at the entire expanse of your soaking-wet cunt once more before pushing his tongue through your folds. None of them explain a damn thing. 

  But some mysteries are left to those who are smarter. Those who are wiser. Those who are good for more than just reading out a couple of prayers and spreading their legs. Those who can do more than whimper and whine when their god shows them a sliver of what heaven- of what divinity must taste like. Those who aren’t you. 

  But even so, the Yato god has always been very kind to you. He gave you so much. A home. A job. Food. Shelter. Warmth. Comfort. Familiarity. A purpose. He gave you all those things. He gave you all those things and so, so much more. And even so, he still continues to give to you in at this very moment. The feeling of euphoria. The feeling of pleasure. The feeling of warm cheeks. Of shaking legs. Of skillful tongues. Of complete and utter passion. And pretty soon?

  “You’re getting closer, aren’t you? Let me know when you’re ready, alright?”

  An orgasm. 

  “Y-yes, my lord. I will…I will…”

  Delivered to you by your one and only Yato. For a small, small price. And that price?

  “I want to see my first little miko's cute face when I take her cum again, okay? So let me see it this time, okay?”

  Is nothing more than all you could ever want. All you could ever need. Except the mere promise….

  “Anything for you…my lord….”

  …of always staying by his side. 

[exo-raskreia]

hi my dear, i have to say i love your blog and how you get over those pitiful ichihime statements

i want to know how will you explain or if you have another post that explains... how time doesn't interfere between ichigo and rukia

bc i always see how ichihime fans say how fucked up their ship is just bc of their age. i mean, we understand that time goes different between both worlds, but it's like they just refuse to understand it

also how it is not so much about age but connection, understanding and equal interests, they also seem to forget isshin and masaki

i'd be glad if you can answer, thank you much for all your posts 😭 it makes it easier to like ichiruki, sometimes ichihime fans just make it so hard, like you're committing a crime

Oh, thank you! ☺️

Antis really think an unrealistic age gap is a problem in a FANTASY or SUPERNATURAL setting? Especially in the Bl3ach universe, where there's already a canon couple with that trope? Doesn't it sound silly?

They act as if Mortal X Immortal ships don't exist, as if they aren't a popular trope/dynamic in many forms of media. They call IR problematic because of it, but turn around & ship pairings like Yato & Hiyori (Noragami), Inuyasha & Kagome, Tomoe & Nanami (Kamisama Kiss), etc. Yet, they cross the line at IR?

They conveniently forget or ignore the fact Ichigo is a product of Isshin & Masaki, a canon couple that the antis support & like to use as "parallels" with their mid ship (even though those of us who can read know IM parallels IR). Isshin was probably way older than Masaki, older than Rukia even, yet once again, the antis cross the line at IR?

Hypocrisy, much? They only bring up the age gap when it's convenient for them. When they want to grasp at straws to invalidate IR. But all their arguments have a counter-argument to them 🤷‍♀️. IR is just that powerful 😌.

Ichigo & Rukia vibed so well right off the bat, getting on a first name basis early on, & often seemed to share the same brain cell 🤣.

Souls in Soul Society age much slower & differently than living humans. Rukia was the equivalent of Ichigo's age, so she was "15" in SS terms when they first met. Antis like to act as if she's some ancient hag or s*x goddess who's going to corrupt poor innocent Ichigo, yet Rukia showed to be quite innocent in many matters, not to mention, she thought kisses were only for greetings in one of the early chapters 💀. Out of the two, I'm pretty sure Ichigo would know more than her in these matters...

(I've also seen this stupid argument against HitsuKarin. They be calling Hitsugaya an "old man"!! Like, seriously?! How is he gonna "corrupt" Karin—by giving her a large stack of paperwork?! He's about 10-11 years old in SS terms, the equivalent of Karin's age, who was 11!! Then they both conveniently aged up to 12-13 after the 17-month timeskip... Just what was Kub0 getting at?!🤦‍♀️)

Not to mention, Ichigo felt very at home in Soul Society & got along so well with all the "ancient geezers & hags" there, even going as far as calling some of them by first name & hanging out with them like old buds (such as Renji). No wonder Ichigo didn't feel like he belonged in the Living World much; he really was born in the wrong generation (or world), lol... 🤪 He always showed to be more in touch with his shinigami side... (no wonder he chose that out of all his hybrid sides in TYBW, & yet... 😮‍💨)

Anyway, don't engage with the antis. Ignore/block/mute them. Follow the age-old fandom rule: just ship & let ship. Don't let the antis ruin your fun. There's so much IR content out there 😄.

[thedeliverygod]

Positives of the final chapter

I already made a post going over why I'm not exactly thrilled with the way Noragami wrapped up, so I figured I'd make a post of the things I did like to balance it out.

Doctor Hiyori!!!!!

Yuka getting a glimpse of her brother by seeing the sakura tree just as Yato intended was super heartfelt/sweet

I mentioned this in my other post, but I really loved getting to know more about Fujisaki's relationship with Father and how exactly it worked. Though it's definitely for the better he doesn't remember the details.

I love coo-phone's just absolute mission to ruin Fujisaki's life LOL. a faithful pet to Yato.

Also I love how Hiyori was like "he's really not my type why did we associate with each other" lmao

Suzuha's sakura tree has gotten so big and beautiful :,]

Yukine-sized/aged baby Ebisu!

Takiun being parents to baby gods. And Take reassuring them with his own experiences.

Daikoku playing with the kids/having specific snacks for them.

Yukine attempting to stop Bishamon from pounding Yato but just being dragged around lmao my poor son

Yato, Yukine and Nora as a trio is so cute and adorable.

Noragami brand humor coming back was nice even if I didn't exactly like how it played into story themes.

Yato snuggling Yukine's wolf form and trying to help him through the nightmares.

Yato being extremely annoyed by Fujisaki & the fact that he likes Hiyori even without Father present inside him is gold lmao

Nora being so comforted and happy by what Hiyori wrote!!!

A last mention of "the delivery god" :,]

Hiyori's smile of relief/joy/everything when she says Yato's name and fully sees & recognizes him.

The color art of the trio and Nora <3

[sempsimps]

doppelgänger Francis x reader

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]

extra note: brownie points if people spotted the heathers reference

[b4tboys]

➣ birthday break

pairing: ayato x gn!reader

word count: 0.7K

summary: the birthday boy wishes for some alone time with his lover for his birthday present

notes from lee: whipped up a little sum for birthday boy since i did name my blog after him… plus i really wanna give him birthday kisses

it’s been several hours since the sun had gone down, but the lights in his office still illuminate the hallway of the kamisato estate. it’s not a completely unusual sight for when the young commissioner is at home, but him with one leg out of the window is.

you had just slid the screen door to his office open, a tray of tea carefully balanced in one arm, when you saw him. you do your best to keep a neutral face, but you know your shock is apparent when he starts laughing.

he’s got one leg over the windowsill and one just inches above the floor inside. clearly you’ve caught him in the midst of an escape, but he seems undeterred. “ah, perfect timing, (y/n)! shut the door and let us be on our way.”

you set the tea tray onto his desk, which is littered with unfinished paperwork, and reluctantly shut the sliding door. “where are we going exactly?”

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” he smiles, no doubt with mischievous intent in mind. he sticks out his hand to you while he still straddles the windowsill, a silent plea for you to come with him.

at your skeptical look he pleads further, “it’s my birthday today as it is well past midnight, so grant me my wish, love.” you only roll your eyes with a smile and take his extended hand.

you were always planning on going along with him, but his sweet talk has certainly improved since the last time he made you go along with his schemes. perhaps that sweet talk would get the both of you out of trouble with the elders in the morning.

he’s quick to hold onto your hand and careful to not let your interlocking stop even as he tugs you through the windowsill with him.

ayato smiles gently at you with a lovestruck look in his eyes as he pulls you through the dim lit path that leads towards the chinju forest. “where should we go?” he whispers to you like a little kid up past their bedtime, trying not to get caught.

you mirror his whispers, though there’s no one to overhear, “i thought you were taking us somewhere already?”

he doesn’t respond, perhaps a little bit embarrassed to be caught in a lie. you only sigh and pull him along now. tugging his hand to lead him off the path and to a grassy area that overlooks the ocean.

you plop yourself down, breaking the hold he had on your hand, and pat the area next to you. ayato frowns slightly, creating a wrinkle in between his eyebrows that you find cute.

he shrugs off his white coat and places it down before sitting on it. it keeps his pristine white pants clean rather than the coat, poor thoma.

���if i had known you wanted to sneak out i would have made preparations,” you tease and look towards him.

ayato leans back on his hands and looks towards the sky before closing his eyes. “while moments carefully prepared are nice, the memories made off of spontaneity are priceless.”

“that is such a you thing to say, ‘yato.” you laugh quietly and place your hand over his. he still has his eyes closed, but at the feeling of your touch his smile grows visibly wider.

he sighs tiredly and his shoulders finally relax. “thank you,” he mutters, and you almost don’t catch it. your confused hum makes him continue his sentimental words, “you keep me sane, darling.” he moves his hand out from underneath yours to place it on top, giving it a comforting squeeze.

you lean over and kiss the beauty mark just shy of his lips. “if that’s your way of saying ‘i love you’ then i love you too, ayato,” you whisper, the words warm on his lips before he presses a kiss to yours.

you pull away, just barely but he still pouts. “happy birthday, lover boy.” you hold his face firmly in between your two hands and pepper kisses all over his face. quickly pecking his eyelids, cheekbones, tip of his nose, and anywhere your lips can reach before kissing him on the lips gingerly.

“a happy birthday indeed.” he cups your cheek and kisses you again. laughing as the two of you part and pulling you down to lay by his side and watch the stars.

[youuuimeanmee]

Noragami Final Chapter Thoughts

You know what? I'm used to it.

I'm used to have exceptionally well-written manga get cut off or deadline-d to finish at certain point of time (usually by the publisher's order) when the authors still have so, so, SO much more left to give, so in the end they have no choice but to rush the final chapter.

Shingeki no Kyojin, Promised Neverland, Nisekoi, other mangas I forgot to name. And this manga. For such a long-running series with deep lore, they all could use a special volume (200+ pages) as an epilogue, not a 45-pages speedrun of everyone's everafter. I wish more series could follow Mob Psycho's example. Some say Mob Pycho Season 3 is too long, it needs to be more compact etc, but I don't think so at all. I think it's perfect the way it is -- it's a fulfilling send-off for all the characters we love so much. I wish more series would get their ending like that, but what can I say about Japanese manga industry.

And there's also Adachitoka's health to consider too. In which case, I'd say they did their best, and I'm really thankful for them for being able to deliver this series safely.

In short, I already expected this chapter to be a speedrun. Because of that, my experience when I read this chapter is better than I expected.

Maybe because I've learned my lessons for not making theory too much, so I don't have certain expectations that'd cloud my judgement.

With no deep thoughts when reading, let's go dive in.

The PUNS it still gets me. Yukine's sister calling Haruki's name while watching a tree that blossoms in spring is 😭😭😭

Ayoo he can change to a dog still? My poor baby 😭

I guess this is his punishment for wrecking havoc in the human world and disturbing the Heaven? But like, he was clearly under the influence of trashdad?? He's not really at fault?? Is this author's message that we shouldn't justify his action just because we understood his reasons?? But still. That's too cruel for doing it for your own main character.

I know shinkis that were left behind by their master would retain their name after the master's death, but still. To think Izanami's power is still working on Yukine after the Kotonoha is destroyed. This is tragedy.

THE FLOWERSS IN YUKINE'S RESTING PLACEE AKSJJDBDKDJDJD

Daww that's nicee. Hiyori as an intern!

Damn, she really forgot everything. This is for the best though, she already died once when she got too close with the far shore; I'm already prepared for this much. Maybe Yato had finally severed her ties with him and that (along with the cpr) is what allowed Hiyori to return.

Wdym "intense cpr," it's more than intense. It's hella long too. Nobody could perform intense cpr for hours nonstop, unless that person is non-human.

Good to know Yato broke her ribs though, nice work!

Hiyori's missing notebook? Prob taken by Yato or something.

Dafuq. Move along with your "it's me!" wishy-boy. No. This time it's not you who kissed her. You were delirious in some random abandoned building in some random city when Hiyori was dying.

See, this is my nightmare. To have the real Fujisaki Koto as Hiyori's future love interest. Because I know for sure, for so long, that they could bonded with their out-of-body experience when they both lost their memory.

Sorry Koto, 'nothing against the real you, but your alter ego has kinda ruined your image.

Damn, Father's longing for Kaya runs deep in Koto's veins.

BAHAHA, Nice one Coophone. Or Yato. Or Yukine. Or whatever tf Hiyori's guardian is.

AWWW THE GODS ARE CARRYING HIYORI'S LEGACY TO HAVE A PICNIC TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

Aww man I didn't see Nana. She'd love to have a picnic with both Bishamon and Arahabaki! Is it because she was infected with GGS, or is it simply her turn to watch over the house? I hope it's the latter.

I wish the Gods would talk more about Yato's miracles, including about Hiyori. She is literally the glue that help stick these guys together. Without her, they wouldn't even know about Father's Liberation ability.

Heck, forget about Yatori. I wanna hear the Gods reminscing about their situations & conditions after the incident. But alas.

Oh well. This is something I've learned to let go.

Woow Kunimi looks young! Does he finally have a vacation?? Lol

Ebisu's voice got deeper? He still looks like a baby to me. Is he a baby 12-yo?

It's real nice to see the 3 reincarnated gods! Though I coulnd't care less abt them,even tho i know they have main character energy

Oh. my God. TakeKiun is really sailingg Look at dem. Matching clothes and soft smiles and all dat shit 🥺🥺🥺

Um, okay. It's good and all that each mortal has their own version about what happened at that time, but like,

Weren't people DIED???

I thought many people died!! Getting slashed by Gods!! Why is it not covered on the national news-

(myb when Father's "nation" returned to the underworld, the souls who were lost were also returned to its vessel somehow?)

Nope, nevermind. Just don't think too deeply about it. Moving on.

BISHAAA it's good to see her in great health!

Though I really wanna know, how is her relationship with the Heaven and the other Gods after that fiasco, how she feels abt Father's defeat, etc--

NOPE. Don't thinkabout it. Just moveon.

Here I thought Yato was gonna get a reward from Amaterasu for slaying "something that doesn't belong on this Earth." Oh well. Guess Amaterasu is hella stingy like that.

Why Yukine seems like he got even smaller though. Is it the changing art style? He looks more baby than ever.

Wait, they got a whole proper room to sleep? Is this their old room in Kofuku's house?? I thought since Yukine is infected by GGS, Kofuku stayed the hell away from Yukine, but that doesn't seem like the case?

Maybe Kofuku-Daikoku are the one who abandoned the shop; leaving it for Yato and Yukine to stay in? We'll never know.

(Now where is Kofuku's new address, I need to know)

Since Yukine is infected by GGS and always in constant nightmare, I'd like to believe Kazuma is experiencing the same thing; in order to separate him from the rest of the clan, now Kazuma sleeps with Bishamon every night. Lucky bastard.

That is so touching of Yato for comforting his sobbing child every night, but I wish we got a glimpse of his reminisce with his now-gone Father.

Oh wooww the dude finally stopped playing around. I thought he didn't have the guts to cut Hiyori's ties, turns out he really cut itt. No wonder Hiyori forgot about him for 10 years.

(Though I don't think she forgot completely either. Yato might not be in her head anymore, but he's still in her heart)

Adachitoka-san. Are you trying to tell ME this teke-teke thing is way more viral than the mass of unnatural, unknown deaths???

Is it because there's no death at all???

*sighs.* Anyways.

Aww Nora is now staying at Iki's household, happier than ever 🥺

Oh so that's where Hiyori's notebook goes.

Wait, Iki household creeps Hiyori out? Why? Is it because she was traumatized by her grandma's death? (Does she even remember that?) Is it because she faintly remembered the way Nora broke her house's windows? Or is it because she could sense Nora's presence and it icks her? I hope it's not the latter ☹️

I'm happy Nora is finally a happy child, but, Yukine? What about my son Yukine, who is no longer a pure soul, who could no longer sleep peacefully every night. Where is Nora's apology for leading Yukine to Father huh? Where is her apology for (indirectly) turning Yukine into who he is today? I guess it happens off-screen, we'll never know.

OH WOWW THE PUNS' AT IT AGAIN

Wdym "the night has a scent."

"Night" is using the same kanji as Yato's name, 夜. She is remembering his smell from the nightt, peoplee

(The night when he kissed her prob)

The power of the match-matching ema hunged by Ookuninushi is really strong, huh. Hiyori managed to remember Yato again, despite her already-severed-ties with Yato.

(or maybe not. I guess their fate really IS intertwined, knowing their first meeting)

I kinda wish Hiyori would remember Yato much later, like, in her 40s when she already has kids on her own, but hey, the sooner she remembers him, the longer he'd stay on this Earth so I'd still consider it a win!

Tbh, a part of me don't want her to get involved with far shore like she did in the past, but a part of me also wants her to snuggle between Yato and Yukine's arms after her work hours end. Dilemma.

Now I need Hiyori's journey to become one hell of a rich doctor so she could build a proper shrine for Yato so she and her family could pray together every morning, because she claimed it's Yatogami who saved her life that day. She'd make dinner for Yato and Yukine and eat with them every evening while her family acknowledge it as her night-praying-time. She'd tell her family, her future husband, and her future children about the legend of Yato (she'd exaggerate it a lot) and the next thing she knows, Yato have already has a devoted followers. Oh, and she'd often visited Bisha's shrine, Kofuku's, Ebisu's, all gods associated with Yato.

That's it folks. I rarely do my thoughts about Noragami, but I do read it religiously regularly each month. This manga has already become my comfort manga no matter how angsty it is, so it's gonna be hard to part with it, after all this time. Maybe for next month I'm gonna restart from chapter 1, one chapter per month.

I do have to say though, usually when I read a series with unsatisfactory ending, it leaves a bad taste in mouth. Somehow this chapter don't feel like that at all. I don't know why. I still look at this chapter and all the previous ones with fondness.

I wanna dream that 1-2 years from now, Adachitoka would release a 200-pages of Noragami epilogue -- which I know it's impossible, but hey, let the girl dream. I'm also looking forward for the extra komas, if there's any.

It's been a good time with you all 🤗👋