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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ MY FAVORITE PEOPLE :: k.nanami

✎ᝰ. based on this tiktok <3

BED time has become a routine your little family adored. dad!kento nanami was in love with what your family has become and his love only grows stronger by the day. he was infatuated with your son. the two of you were the most important things in his life.

“time to wash up before bed!” says kento to your son. though he’s still a blabbing toddler speaking incoherent sentences, he understands fully. your son was just as infatuated with his father was with him.

you carried him for nine months only for him to look exactly like your husband and be in love with him even more. fortunately you wouldn’t have it any other way. they were your two favorite boys. they forever will be.

your son loves bath time. and he loves it even more when kento’s the one bathing him. he would spend hours in the bath if it meant his father would stay in the bathroom with him.

when bath time is over it’s pajamas and lotion time! while bathing your son, kento lets you get unready before tucking your son in bed. but there are some nights where you both feel like being lazy and letting him get some cuddle and screen time with his two favorite people.

you’re in charge on lotion and pj’s while nanami gets himself ready for the night. you read him some silly stories and tickle him in ways that get out his stomach laughter that you love to hear.

once your husband is done getting ready, the three of you snuggle into your bed. and turn the tv on. the second you grow older, the more you shy away from children tv shows but when you become a parent that tv show becomes a statement in your household.

right now the three of you are watching tv and nanami notices that every time he moves his hand or his head away from his son, his little grabby hands move his fathers’ closer to him, eyes still locked on the tv. the two of you notice and laugh together.

this is the perfect little video that you are able to record. your two favorite boys.

you pull your phone out and motion kento to move his head again. your son notices immediately and brings up his arm to gently pull his dad’s head to rest on his shoulder again. kento does it another two times and your son follows directly after.

laughter emerges nanami again and he sprinkles kisses all over his sons face. he has his father wrapped around his little finger. literally.

nanami kento would do anything if it meant his two favorite people in the world were happy and healthy. he loved you both more than words could ever describe.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ FAKE:: d.wayne

EVER since you’ve known damian wayne he’s been an enigma. you’d be lying if you said that something about his aura just made him appease to other people. but you didn’t entertain that. you never did. you thought he was a snobby rich kid that always had people at his back and call. you thought he was a stuck up, broody teen with an ego bigger than the sun. and yet people just revolved around him.

that was until you actually got to know him. really know him. your friendship with the boy was quiet. it wasn’t like you two were hiding your friendship. there was just no need to be showing it off. and you genuinely liked that about damian wayne.

in some ways he was that stuck up rich kid with no intel of the real world. but behind all of that, he was someone who truly cares about the people around him, even if he had a hard time showing it. you could see it though, there was a certain glint in his eyes when he talked about his siblings.

you weren’t too close to him. but you were close enough that he would occasionally invite you to the manor. through quiet whispers and quick glances, you understood damian. as nonchalant as he wanted to be, he was very easy to read.

the more he invited you over, the more his siblings pestered. the more they grew to like you.

however your relationship changed when he decided to be a dumb teenage boy with a stupid ego and horrible friends.

at the snobby gotham academy he’s sitting at the lunch table with his friends, watching you a few tables down mingling with your own friends.

“damian, what do you see in her? actually,” asked jon.

“what?” damian tried to act clueless but jon knew better.

he poked his head toward your table, “her. she’s not your type.”

“what are you talking about? and how do you know what my type is?” damian’s eyebrow raised.

“prove it then. go ask her out. i know you’ve been ogling at her.” jon’s got him hooked now.

“what? no.”

“so then why are you always with her? i bet you can’t even get her to date you, wayne. she’s totally not your type.”

damian grumbles to himself, cursing out jon in arabic in his head.

“i do not know what is going through your mind, kent. but i can get her to date me.”

jon smirked, “prove it. go ask her out now. if she says yes, you do my anatomy work for a month. if she says no then i’ll get you lunch for a month. deal?”

damian doesn’t even have time to answer him as he’s already getting up from his chair. it squeaked against the hardwood floor as he got up and trudged his way toward you. everyone’s eyes now on him.

the ego he has on his shoulders is overcrowding his mind and all he can think about is that stupid bet. because he can get you to date him. it was easy. one word then he’ll break it off and he’ll get free lunch for a month. it seemed easy enough. though he clearly did not think about the consequences.

he stops at your table, “you will go out with me.”

you don’t know who he’s talking to. he’s never talked to you like this. but his eyes are dead set on you.

you laugh, “i’m sorry, what?”

“we will date. you are my girlfriend and i am your boyfriend.”

your friends are whispering at each other. they’re all looking at you waiting for your answer. and damian’s ears are turning redder and redder as the moments pass.

“damian, what? what is going on?” this wasn’t the damian you knew.

“…. i like you! i want us to date.” god he was going to regret this in five minutes.

“is this some sort of prank or something?” you’re still confused, sketched out by his sudden behavior.

“no.”

oh.

you liked him. in between the silent looks and the quiet nights reading in his bedroom you grew fond of damian wayne. you liked him. you just didn’t think he liked you enough for that.

“okay. let’s date,” you have a shy smile on your face. so much for keeping your friendship private.

he nods and smiles. you think it’s him being genuine, but really it’s him being victorious.

when he walks back to his lunch table jon is in utter shock. the smile is wiped off damian’s face. it took him five seconds (too late) to realize what he had done. what was he thinking? he couldn’t do that to you. he would never do that to you. and yet he did. all because of a stupid bet and his stupid inflated ego.

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soon the hallways of gotham academy had begun to empty. safe for the handful of students who had afterschool extracurriculars. the hallway that also contained none other than damian wayne and jon kent.

“dude i can’t believe you actually did that,” jon snickers.

“i understand you cannot believe it jon. can you just let it go now?” damian is tired. tired of thinking about the fiasco that happened. tired of thinking of what he’s going to say to you when he ends up breaking your heart. tired of thinking about what his life would be like without you in it once you found out the stupid thing he did.

unbeknownst to him, you’re listening. you’re in the class next to his locker— the door wide open. the pair are obviously unaware that you are inside, listening to their entire conversation. the second you heard their voices you decided to scare them. that was until you heard.

“no way. you, damian wayne, got some chick to actually agree to date you.”

“like it is hard? i have people constantly at my back and call, jon. i am sure that would happen if i asked anyone that damn question,” he rolls his eyes and shuts his locker.

“well you didn’t ask. you demanded,” jon corrected. just in time for you to come out.

you couldn’t believe him. after all your friendship has gone through these past couple of months he decides to fake it? fake the whole thing? was this just some ploy?

they’re walking the other direction so they’re still unaware you’re behind them. you grab your water bottle and empty the rest of it on top of stupid damian wayne’s head.

jon is just as surprised as he is. no one even dared to touch damian wayne, let alone pour water on top of him?!

he’s fuming when the water hits his head. but the second he turns around his eyes soften.

you’re standing there— water bottle, the culprit, in hand. your eyes are rimmed with tears. face heating up the second you stepped behind him. how could he?

“wayne…”

jon scurries off. he’s too scared to meet the face of the victim. as if he was the one who did the whole thing in the first place.

“hey.. um,” damian starts off.

“you’re actually kidding me,” you sniffle and try to let out a laugh. not a funny laugh no, a laugh of disbelief. of shock.

“so this whole thing was a ploy? was it just something fun for you to do while you get to run free like the little stuck up rich boy you are,” you aggressively wipe your tears on the back of your arm sleeve.

“no, listen. please,” he’s desperate now.

“no you listen. i don’t know what went through your head when you said all of that and pulled the shit that you did but i’m not the one. if you want to be some kind of fake person with a fake persona then be my guest, but i’m not going to be the victim of your games, damian,” the tears have surpassed your eyes but you’re no longer crying.

“you made me feel so stupid.”

“i know but please-,” he tries to reason.

“this friendship should have never existed.”

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♪ LESS ::

✎ ᝰ. if loving me means letting go and wishing me the best

then i guess

i wish, i wish, i wish you loved me less.

YOU wanted it to work out. you really did. but time passes by and sometimes things don’t go the way you want it to. and sometimes it costs your devotion, time, and heart.

you’re unaware of how your relationship turned into avoidance and nonchalance when once upon a time it was filled with jubilation and prosperity, much like a fairy tale you wish lasted forever.

“i don’t know what you want from me.”

“…. i just wanted you. i just wanted it to be you.”

he was so unaware of how much you’d been suffering from this relationship. you thought the two of you were healthy. but with the way things had been going recently, even being in the same room together seemed… off. the both of you knew there was something going on in your relationship. the quietness echoed against the walls of your once cherished home. the quietness echoed through every crevice of your brain and it was eating you alive.

it’s been nights upon nights of empty words and sleeping on opposite sides of the bed without looking at each other. tomorrow will be better. but you know it won’t be.

this relationship has become something of a parasite and you don’t know how much more you can handle. how many more conversations you needed to have together because they clearly were not working. the communication was there but the understanding and comprehension of said communication wasn’t.

but you wanted it to be him. you wanted it to be him so bad. maybe this was the result of being in a relationship with him at such a young age. maybe this was the result of over-communicating. regardless you don’t know what your life would be without him. you’ve been together for so long that even thinking of leaving him rips something out of your chest. you don’t want to. but you know you have to.

you’re so sick of the constant crying. of the constant reassurance that, yeah, helps in the moment but doesn’t help in the long run. you know it’s time. it’s not fair to either one of you.

“i’m just going to go. we need space.”

he says that every time.

and you think— you hope— this will be the last time. because as you watch him put on his shoes and shut the front door you realize you deserve more. you expect more from yourself.

the doorknob wobbles from him locking it. much like your legs that wobble from the sheer pain of watching him leave again. he’d rather do something else than sit and talk through all of this shit.

so as you watch the door close and hear the footsteps dissipate into the hallway you wished, in some way, that if he really loved you, really wanted you, he wouldn’t be doing this in the first place. he would sit and cry with you to try and understand where you were coming from. why you were crying in the first place because all of it was because of him.

you just wished he loved you enough to finally let you go.

you wished he loved you enough to end the one thing that’s hurting you both the most.

you wish you had the strength to put this to and end.

in some sick and twisted world, you wished he loved you less.

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♪ VORTEX :: d.grayson

✎ᝰ. and i’m tired of this and the way that it feels

i’m not there anymore, this has never been real

we’re just awful together and awful apart

i don’t know what to do anymore.

THE strain of your relationship has grown bigger as the days pass by. dick grayson is the only person you knew— fully as he was. everything about your relationship was what everyone wished theirs was. until it wasn’t.

maybe it was comfortability and routine or maybe it was resentment and jealousy. but either way you’re stuck. you want to get out so bad. you really do. dick grayson’s time in your life was now over. but you didn’t know how to end things. end it with the person who’s only ever seen you as you.

somewhere along the way, things changed. there’s no more giddy smiles and excited anticipation. nightwing is needed more now than ever. but what blüdhaven doesn’t understand is that dick grayson is needed more now than ever. was he willing to risk his relationship with you to fight crime and save the city? was he willing to risk it all to be the perfect vigilante? was he willing to risk you?

if you were to look back to the beginning of your relationship, dick was able to balance his love life and his hero life. you were so proud of him, so proud of everything he did and everything that he stood for. but along the way you think he lost who he was. right now, you’re stuck loving the version of him you wished he was. you’re stuck loving the version of him that you know he still possesses. you just don’t know why he’s hiding.

dick grayson is now a figment of your imagination. you’re here. he’s here. but your minds are somewhere else. you don’t know how you lost him but you did. and he’s so close to losing you as well. you’re unsure of how long this has been going on. you’re unsure about a lot of things when it comes to your relationship. and at the end of the day, you’re unsure about yourself.

you told yourself you wouldn’t let a man change you. you told yourself you would stand up for yourself if you weren’t being treated right. but where were you now that you’re sitting in bed alone, crying over someone who was an arm’s length away yet felt emotionally a light year away. you felt like you were continuously falling. there was no end.

harsh words soon leave your lips. impenetrable words leave his. it’s a never ending cycle of resentment and pain. what are you doing? this was not the dick grayson you knew. this was not the you, you knew.

it was for sure comfortability and routine. you both knew where you stood. whether that was safe was a question that has been thrown in the air for a while. you both live day by day like roommates. it strains your heart. you both live day by day like roommates. it’s quiet and uneventful.

it was for sure resentment and jealousy. you felt so incredibly lonely. he was annoyed that you felt that way. every argument about reassurance and quality time ended with insecure statements that lasted a lifetime. and yet here you both are, still sleeping in the same bed inches apart. inches that felt so close yet so far. he’s right there. you’re right there. talk to each other. but the night ends with silence.

maybe it was both comfortability and resentment. neither of you would go. you’ve both built so much love for each other and to end it like that would be a nuisance. and yet staying together has proved to be a nuisance as well. there was no running. there was no answer. you’re here with dick, stuck in a never ending loop because it was hard. it was so hard.

having to imagine leaving everything you built from the ground up with dick leaves you sick to your stomach. letting go of everything you’ve ever known leaves you dry heaving at the slammed door. but at the same time, staying with him any moment longer makes you feel angry at the world. being with him makes you hate yourself.

you’re stuck between staying with him and putting on a facade or leaving him and regretting every decision that has led you up to those moments.

at this point you don’t know where you stand anymore. you don’t know what you want anymore. you don’t know what to do anymore.

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♪ PATHS:: g.satoru

✎ᝰ. my youth is in your past

you’ll always have that

and though it didn’t last, i hope our paths

cross again.

YOU’D known gojo satoru for a long time. in every early memory, he’d been there. he’d always been there.

between coloring on each others papers and hushed kisses in empty closets, the line of friendship and love teetered. and all of a sudden you’re seen holding hands with gojo satoru. all of a sudden you’re getting bashed by the elders who saw you walking next to each other.

he was the strongest. since he was born the elders honored him as the best sorcerer of his generation. they honored him as the sorcerer who had the best future- the best reputation. they didn’t need some person like you to mess it all up.

somewhere between punishments and embarrassed giggles, the relationship between the two of you had blossomed into something more.

he was your childhood love. as were you, his.

but of course it all had to change when curses grew stronger by the day. when the elders demanded they train gojo satoru for as long as time permits.

so somewhere between the lines of childhood friends to lovers, you left.

due to to strain of your relationship with the elders, they had forced your family to relocate. to leave. either that or they would have to kill you. as someone who was not able to exorcise curses they needed the most amount of protection from none other than satoru and the gojo clan.

you were no longer able to see him again.

you see him across the park. he lights up as he sees you, unaware of what damaged news and fake lie you are going to bring to him.

satoru runs up to you immediately, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the crown of your head. you remember the moment he finally grew taller than you. he wouldn’t shut up about it. you still laugh thinking about it to this day.

“hey you. i was just wondering when we’d be able to see each other,” he looks at you with the softest eyes ever imaginable. it crushes your heart more than you can bear.

“hi,” you give him a sad smile to which he immediately notices.

“what’s wrong?”

“i’m leaving.”

he gives a confused laugh, “what?”

“i’m going away.”

he’s still confused. he’s still unaware of how serious this was. “what do you mean? are you playing a joke on me?”

“my family is leaving, satoru. and i’m going with them,” you’re still looking at the pavement beneath your feet, hoping it would swallow you alive so you don’t have to live with lying to your lovers’ face.

you practiced this a million times before meeting up with him. you practiced your stoicism to try to help conceal your feelings. but nothing could wipe the pain away. as much as you practiced this moment over and over again nothing would replace the hard truth of what was about to happen.

“what? is this about what all the elders are saying? what do you mean your family is going away? i thought you all were happy here,” he’s panicking now. you had been his only true friend in this clan and he didn’t want it to be anyone else.

“i- i don’t know, satoru… my family says there’s more to japan than this clan. they want what’s best for me. for my family,” you’re still not looking at him, tears now flooding your eyes and dripping down your cheeks.

“but what about me? what about us?” he’s desperate now. desperate for answers. desperate to hold you as tight as he can if what you are saying is true. he can’t fight it, he knows he can’t.

you finally look up at him. you take him all in. satoru gojo in all of his fifteen year old glory. fifteen year old gojo satoru who has a great future ahead of him— a future that should not have you in it.

“i’m sorry. i love you.” you jump into his arms and hug him as tightly as you could. this was probably going to be your last chance to hold him again.

you and gojo satoru were the duo. everyone knew it. and at the same time everyone knew the future that the two of you held. and it was a future that was not fortunate enough to keep you two together.

your youths were forever intertwined with each other. whether or not your futures were was not up to you. unfortunately it was up to time and place. but you don’t think you’d ever see him again. you’re not sure if you want to. the pain of reliving your youth with him is too much to bare.

“i love you forever.”

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you hear his laugh. it’s much deeper than you remember. of course it is, it’s been ten years.

you’re with a friend in shibuya when you hear it. through all of the hustle and bustle of the city you hear it. you’d probably hear it anywhere.

your head snaps into the direction you hear it from. and lo and behold you see the glisten of his white hair reflecting in the sunlight. you know it in your bones that it’s him. there’s no doubt in your mind.

gojo satoru.

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welcome to my blog! you can call me nara, as in yoshimoto nara (my pfp). i am twenty years old and reviving my passion for writing. this will be a writing blog for all things fiction!

some of the fandoms i will be writing for is anime characters, marvel universe, dc universe (mainly batfam), and any other things that pique my interest.

i only write SFW pieces and will NOT be writing NSFW unless stated otherwise (i will not write full smut). my forte is angst with some fluff and as of right now, i will only be writing about male characters and all of my work will be in fem or gn format.

i will also write upon requests so please don't be afraid to request something! if i am uncomfortable writing about a specific thing that was asked, i will be public about my feelings for writing that specific piece.

thank you all for spending the time to read my about me! if you have any questions or want to talk i am all ears! i hope to interact with you soon! xoxo nara <3

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