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l hace read your family dinner fic😭 it was so cute can l have more of them pretty please(ᗒᗩᗕ)💕💕

Family dinner III✧₊⁺

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pairing|damian wayne x reader (feat. The batfamily)

summary|damian’s family is not quite comfortable with his romantic side, they make sure he knows.

word count|2039

warnings|cussing, making out, lowk cucking, teen hormones, teen romance.

notes|this is definitely more of a crack fic, but I thought the idea was super cute! Hope y'all like it. prologue part1 part2

At first, it had been lovely.

Getting to know Damian’s family—slowly but surely—had been better than you expected. You weren’t an orphan, or a vigilante, or a trauma-bonded sibling. You were just... his girlfriend. And somehow, the Wayne family had still taken you in like they’d taken in every other lost, orphaned, or brooding stray with trust issues.

They adored you. Game nights, movie marathons, dinners—everyone eventually warmed up to you, even Jason. But there was one thing they hadn’t quite accepted:

You and Damian being in love.

Or, more specifically, being lovey-dovey.

Every affectionate moment had been interrupted by each of them—multiple times. And at this point, it was driving both of you insane.

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It started with Dick.

Damian had invited you over for the weekend. After a distracted hour being dragged into philosophical debates between Duke and Tim, he finally got you upstairs. What he forgot was that his eldest brother had decided to crash at the manor that same weekend.

“How was patrol?” you asked softly, standing between his knees as he slumped forward against your stomach.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he mumbled, voice low and gravelly with exhaustion. clearly a little drained even though he didn’t seem physically injured, you could tell his muscles were fatigued and he likely had a migraine.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to.” You responded softly.

You climbed up behind him on the bed, your hands instinctively moving to his shoulders. He shifted back, already anticipating the massage as you gently kneaded the tense muscles between his neck and shoulder blades.

He melted under your touch.

“Feel better?” you asked with a teasing smile as he let out a long, grateful exhale.

“I love you, beloved.”

It was soft. Sincere. And you smiled as he turned toward you, the kiss that followed was warm and slow, your fingers gently tangled in his hair as you both fell back on the bed.

Then the door burst open.

You both jumped apart, cheeks flushed, hearts pounding as if you’d been caught committing a crime.

“Hey, guys!” Dick’s too-wide grin gleamed under the moonlight pouring through the windows. Blue eyes sparkling with very intentional mischief.

“Hey, Dick…” you mumbled awkwardly, scooting away.

“Get. Out.” Damian’s voice was ice.

“Nah.” Dick casually strolled over, ignoring the daggers being stared into his soul. “I’m here to get you two lovebirds for movie night.”

“There’s no movie night tonight,” Damian growled. “Practically no one is home.”

“I’m here. So it counts,” Dick said smugly, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently ushering you off the bed while giving you a teasing wink. “C’mon, (name)...”

You glanced back at Damian with a confused and slightly terrified look as Dick dragged you out.

“Tt.” Damian followed behind begrudgingly, muttering curses that’d put sailors to shame..

Then came Duke and Cass.

They weren’t ones to pry. In fact, they were the least invasive members of the family—until they weren’t.

You and Damian had collapsed on the couch, tangled under a massive throw blanket, sharing kisses and popcorn while Love Island played quietly in the background. Blissfully alone.

Or so you thought.

The couch dipped on either side, and you both startled—jerking your heads around to find Duke and Cassandra flanking you like silent assassins.

Duke grinned cheerfully. “Heyyy (name)... what’re we watching?”

Damian’s hand instinctively shot up to knock out whoever dared touch him, only to have it immediately twisted by Cassandra with a blank expression and a deceptively gentle smile.

“Love Island,” you squeaked.

“Ooh, I haven’t started the new season yet,” Duke said, making himself comfy as he yanked part of the blanket over himself and snatched the popcorn bowl. “Perfect timing.”

“Cassandra. Thomas. Leave.” Damian growled, his jaw tight, shoulders squared.

“We’re not leaving,” Cass stated flatly, eyes locked on the screen.

They stared each other down—Cassandra and Damian—until finally, he slumped in defeat with a huff and a sharp “Tt.”

Then came the worst ambush yet.

Jason and Bruce. In the Batcave.

He’d given you the tour a few weeks ago and sometimes he’d invite you over for company when he was engrossed in his work and needed something to grab at, right now he was assigned to missing persons reports and it was taking a while.

You were perched on the edge of the keyboard in the little space that didn’t have any knick knacks on it, watching Damian who was looking up at the huge screen taking in information as his hands subconsciously typed away, in full Robin gear accept for his mask, his big green eyes shining under the dim light, his smooth tan skin glowing, he looked angelic.

“You’re staring,” he muttered without looking up.

“Can’t help it baby,” you whispered. “You look beautiful.”

He finally glanced at you, squinting a little.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He tugged you onto his lap, your body turned sideways across his thigh.

“You’re too much of a distraction.. I should stop calling you over while I’m busy” he said half assedly making you giggle, reaching up to gently caress his face.

“I’ll show up anyway.. to remind you-“ you paused, reaching for the one button you knew how to operate and shutting off the screen, “to take a break.”

He rolled his eyes but smirked. Then kissed you, slow and sweet—

—and of course that’s when you heard the ahem.

Both of you froze and turned to find Jason and Bruce standing there like two disappointed dads.

“Hey, (name)... didn’t know you were visiting,” Jason said cheerfully—too cheerfully.

You scrambled off Damian’s lap like he was radioactive.

“This late,” Bruce added, voice low and unimpressed.

“Uh-huh. this late at night, in the cave...” Jason raised a brow. “Real romantic.”

“I was taking a break,” Damian said coldly, spinning back toward the console, refusing to make eye contact with either of them.

“Right. Break’s over, Romeo,” Jason muttered. “(name), maybe you should head home. Shouldn’t she Bruce?”

“Yeah,” Bruce agreed gruffly.

“c’mon, I’ll take you..” he urged with a hand on your shoulder.

You and Damian shared a loaded look. There were no words. “Tt.”

And if all that wasn’t bad enough—your apartment wasn’t even safe.

With your parents gone for the weekend, you’d invited Damian over for a quiet night. But the Batfamily? They were like a pack of nosy bloodhounds.

“Where’s Damian?” Dick asked, towel over his shoulder, still dripping from post-patrol showers.

“He’s at (name)’s,” Cass answered absentmindedly.

Tim immediately pulled up a tracker on the Batcomputer.

“You track him?” Jason gaped.

“Of course I do.”

“Of course he does,” Duke echoed without looking up.

“Wait—do I have a tracker? Tim if you—"

“Focus,” Dick interrupted, raising a hand. “Are we all… slightly uncomfortable with this whole ‘Damian in love’ thing?”

“Yes.” Tim, Jason, and Duke answered in unison.

“Everytime I see them together, it makes me wanna kill myself” Duke groaned.

“It’s not even about that.. he’s too young” Dick spoke with his face scrunched, going up to the rest.

“He’s like twelve,” Jason muttered.

“He’s fifteen, turning sixteen,” Cass corrected casually.

“Yeah, he’s really not that young, I think it’s just cause it’s.. him” Duke commented with an exaggerated shiver.

“Well, whatever, I still don’t like them being all lovey dovey.” Jason muttered offhandedly.

“You’re just jealous your youngest brother has a lover and not you” Tim snickered and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Shut the fuck u-“

“Jesus- I think I’m jealous too” Dick spoke as if he had a revelation.

“Yeah, you’ve never had a relationship that stable.. like ever.” Tim stated.

“You’re one to talk.” Cass snorted and so did Duke.

“Okay, it’s not just that, it’s also Damian, like- our Damian” the man emphasized and they all couldn’t help but agree.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Duke commented.

“That’s what all of us are saying!” Jason agreed. “I miss when the gremlin was an emotionally closed off chihuahua..” Tim snorted at that.

“He used to growl at cookies,” Duke muttered.

Tim spun around in his chair, grinning wickedly. “So... what do you say we pay the lovebirds a visit?”

He gestured to the screen—your apartment building’s live feed glowing behind him.

Cue villain-level thematics.

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Now here they were—perched on your balcony like overprotective gargoyles.

You and Damian were curled up on your bed, giggling, whispering. The scene was soft, innocent, sweet. For a moment, they paused.

You both looked happy. Genuinely happy.

Then the kiss happened. Soft turned passionate. Passionate turned—too passionate.

And that’s when they kicked the glass door open and entered like the wrath of God.

You both screamed

You screamed first. Damian followed with an angry “Tt!” and instinctively rolled to cover you, his body shielding yours before his brain even processed the intruders.

Then he looked up and saw them.

Jason. Dick. Tim.

Three fully grown, smirking, smug-faced Batboys standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking like they were about to slap a PG-13 rating on your entire life.

“Why does this feel illegal?” Tim muttered.

“I think it is,” Jason added, arms crossed, expression deadpan.

“I need holy water.” Dick was already making a sign of the cross with his fingers like he’d just walked in on an exorcism.

They acted like they weren’t here willingly.

“GET. OUT.” Damian's voice was feral, low and dangerous in the way that meant someone was five seconds away from being stabbed with a batarang.

You quickly pulled the blanket over yourself, fully clothed, but thoroughly embarrassed. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

Jason lifted a hand as if the answer was obvious. “Family intervention.”

“It’s called boundaries,” you snapped. “You all need some.”

Dick gave you a shrug. “To be fair, you are dating our youngest. We didn’t think he was capable of affection, let alone—” he gestured vaguely to the bed, “—that.”

“You’re the reason he’s like this!” You snapped again as Damian snarled, sitting up, voice laced with venom. “Do you think any of you are shining examples of emotional health?”

None of them responded.

Tim casually leaned against your desk. “So, (name), how long have you been brainwashed?”

“I’m not—!?”

“I mean, this is a safe space,” he continued, smirking. “Blink twice if you need rescuing.”

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. “I should’ve locked the damn balcony door.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “You think that would’ve stopped us?”

Dick nodded seriously. “Yeah, that’s adorable.”

“You’re trespassing,” Damian growled, already reaching for his belt on the bedside table—probably looking for smoke pellets or a taser.

You caught his wrist. “No- no, Damian.” You practically scolded.

“…Fine.”

“Okay, alright,” Tim clapped his hands once. “We’ve seen what we came to see. Accomplished what we needed to. They’re alive. We’ve successfully ruined the moment. Let’s go.”

“I am going to bury you all under Arkham Asylum.”

“okay, leave before he actually does.” You practically warned.

“…Can we at least get snacks before we go?” Dick asked.

“Get. Out.”

Jason reached for a donut from the box on your dresser anyway. “Thanks, (name). You’re a real one.”

“Leave before I call Alfred,” Damian hissed, standing now, fists clenched.

That did the trick.

All three froze. Jason looked genuinely afraid. Tim mumbled something about self-preservation. Dick held his hands up and started backing toward the balcony door.

“No need to involve the big guns.” With that the man dramatically fell back straight off the balcony.

“We’re leaving!” Tim said quickly, close behind.

Jason looked back with a lazy grin. “Nice to see you two so happy. Try not to make us uncles just yet.”

You choked.

Damian launched a batarang.

Jason screamed.

“LOVE YOU TOO!” he called as he dove off the balcony, laughing.

And just like that, they were gone. Silent. Night. Gone.

You sat still for a moment, hair a mess, heart racing, lip twitching.

Damian exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You sighed, turning to him. “…So. Where were we?”

He blinked at you.

“…Right.”

And then he kissed you like he had to make up for every single second his family had stolen.

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Tropes/microtropes I feel like suit Damian Wayne and scenarios to match it

Academic Rivals to lovers - Damian thinks he’s the smartest at GA. Then you show up. You’re equally as smart as him (if not more but he’ll never admit it). Damian find the rivalry annoying but you couldn’t love it more. You love teasing Damian every time you score higher than him.

Enemies to lovers (ft Forced Proximity & One Bed)- When you first met Damian, he has the nastiest rudest attitude. So you matched it. Ever since then, the two of you couldn’t be in the same room together without an argument ensuing. Everyone is so sick of it they lock you two in a room together and don’t let you out until you make up or you’re both tricked into a trip together and aren’t able to leave (a shared bed can be added (; )

Arranged Marriage - Damian is at the league and his mother finally found someone to arrange Damian with, you. He immediately thinks you’re like the other candidates who were all over him and trying to hard. He told you that he would be busy most of the time and if anything he’ll barely see you or spend time with you. But you couldn’t care less. You were like “ok” and walked away. You two made a private agreement to try and sire an heir during your ovulation time and if both of you needed to get Talia off your back abt it. It was about a 2 months after you two were wed when Damian didn’t have anything to do and he decided to see what you did during your day. After following you from training and league duties he followed you to a private room where you did your hobbies. There were books and fabric and yarn. He watched as you crouched down a beckoned a stray cat to you. He watched as you fed it and placed it on your lap as you read. After that he makes small changes to be nicer.

She falls first, He falls harder - Damian Wayne can be emotionally constipated. You end up catching feeling for him but because of how stoic Damian can be, you don’t act on it because you think he doesn’t feel the same way. Damian has this feeling with you but because of his time at the league he isn’t as in touch w his emotions. It’s not until he sees you w another guy he realizes that he’s jealous and like you.

Fake dating - He trying to get someone (his mom, the press, someone) off his back abt dating. You’re the most tolerable person Damian can think of so he asks for your help. The rest is she falls first, he falls harder.

This has been on my mind for a minute. So I finally decided to write it down.

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Maya Ducard

Not an official ex, but the first girl he started having positive feelings towards (and Google considers her a love interest)

Maya was a literal sweetheart

Looks like a cinnamon roll

Is a cinnamon roll

But it still could kill you

The kindest person on the planet

You told Damian you were fine and wouldn't be tagging along. You trusted him. Was he going to be with his first-ever crush? Yes. Did he ever explicitly state Maya was his crush? No, but you're a girl; you know better than he does about feelings. Were they just going to be volunteering at an animal shelter with a bunch of other people? Yes. Was is to uncover and some illegal business run behind the scenes? Yes. Were you still worried that deep down he might start to develop feelings for her and eventually leave you for her because he concluded that he’d rather be with someone like her than you? Of course.

“Damian, I trust you,” you started. “I don’t need to be here. I know volunteering at animal shelters and busting crime is your thing.”

It was true. You loved Damian, but most importantly, you trusted him. You knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you in any way.

When you came to pick him up, there were police cars and ambulances. You made a mental note to ask Damian about that.

When you saw him you couldn’t help but smile. Even though he was talking to Maya, his body language showed someone with no romantic interest in the person he was talking to. His body was turned slightly away from her, neutral face, limited eye contact, arms crossed. Once he saw you he bid farewell to Maya and walked up to you.

“Why are you smiling like that?” He asked as he approached you.

“No reason. Just like what I see,” you say with a smirk. “Let’s go. I need a sweet treat”

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Xs and Os

Damian Wayne x Reader

You didn’t think much of it when you asked Damian about his dating history. You expected to hear about some flings and some ex girlfriends. What you didn’t expect was somehow meeting all of them.

Maya Ducard

Flatline

Raven

Eleanor VonAster

Taglist:

@firephoenix2020

@devotedlyshadowytheorist

@Manonptv

@inmymonologue

@Findingnolia

@thereal5limshady

@blackrockshooter780

@lillian-morningstar

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I’m just going to try something out…

Dan Humphrey x Reader

Imagine:

It's the summer before senior year

Dan's at a book signing of his favorite author

After getting his book signed, he explores the bookstore and finds you on the second floor

You end up talking, and you say that you are the author's biggest fan

He’s like no, I am

You guys go back and forth until he says something that makes you surrender the title of biggest fan

You two keep talking until Dan says he has to leave.

The next day you run into Dan

The two of you end up making a day out of it, have lunch and do various activities

Before parting ways you exchange numbers

For the rest of the summer the two of you spend a lot of time together and develop feelings

You two frequently have late night conversations on the phone

During one of them you find out he goes to Constance Bullard- St Jude School

You have friends there and intend on transferring there for your senior year but decide not to tell him

He ends up leaving have to Brooklyn and the two of you say goodbye

It’s the second day of school and people are talking about someone returning but Dan has no idea who they’re talking abt

He’s at lunch talking to some classmates when someone comes up behind him and covers his eyes

It’s you

This obviously isn’t everything cuz if I do end up writing it I don’t want to give everything away. But let me know what you guys think

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Tell me how I forgot I had a tag list…

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Weirdos

This is inspired by @fromdove ‘s texts sent in a crisis but the characters are closely associated with the Waynes.

Clara: DUDE!

WTH is wrong w the Waynes

Nathan: What happened this time?

Ruby: Damian most likely 😏

Getting under her skin

Clara: DONT

Max: she wishes

Clara: Shut up Max

I was dancing with Damian at the gala a few minutes ago and all of a sudden he looks over my shoulder and grumbles some “Todd is going to wish he was dead again” then DITCHES ME

WHO DOES THAT???

Nathan: Damian Wayne

Ruby: it’s probably a sibling thing

Wait you’re at the gala? Is Dick Grayson there?

Can you give him my number 🙏🏾🙏🏾 I tried asking Duke but he said Dick I’d like 15 years older than me

Nathan: That’s a huge age gap but hey you do you

Max aren’t you at the gala too?

Max: Yup but I was busy…

Ruby: Probably with some rich heiress 🙄

Max: Heir*

Don’t be jealous Ruby you’ll always be my favorite 😉

Ruby: 🤢

Clara: Guys back to me

Then Jason Todd comes up to me like “sorry for interrupting just had to teach him a quick lesson”

Like dude weren’t you just dead or wtv 🤨

Nathan: Can we talk how he died and just comes back to society years later like nothing happened and NO ONE bats an eye

Ruby: OMG YES

Max: Yk rich people

There’s always skeletons in the closet

Nathan: Jason was probably theirs

Clara: You’re so wrong for that 😭

Ruby: Don’t you also find it weird how Dick Jason Tim and Damian actually look like they could be brothers even tho they’re not blood related

Max: Attractive people flock together 🤷

Why do you think I hang out with you guys

Clara: You’re my cousin

I have no choice but to hang out with you

Ruby: lol

Max: 🙄

Nathan: Will either one of you bring be back some of the fancy little desserts??

Max: You’re such a big back

Nathan: So is that a yes???

Clara: I’ll drop it off on my way home

Ruby: Some for me too plz

Clara: Damian just texted me he want me to meet him to make it up to me

I knew wearing his favorite color would work

Ruby: But your dress is black

Clara: 😉

Max: I could’ve gone my entire life not knowing that 🤢

I’m gonna go find Tim

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I want to redo my masterlist, especially since I want to write for other characters (not right now but hopefully soon).

Please comment some people who have nice multi character master lists because I need some inspo

I also wanna start adding little pics near the top of my work, but idk… should I???

I will be posting all of these at some point just pick what you want to see first.

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https://www.tumblr.com/vintagedressesanddaydreams/785727295220596736/ai-list-part-two?source=share

Heyy.. soo... Just wanna say they back 🤦🏽‍♀️

I saw they commented on my last post… I’m just gonna ignore it this time and do me. I don’t want anymore drama 😭 It has nothing to do with me and I want to keep it that way. I have more important things to focus on.

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Cues

Blurb

Damian Wayne x Reader

You both were doing homework on the floor in his room. Typically, he would do his homework at his desk, or in his father’s study when he was home alone, but every time you would come over you’d insist on his bedroom floor.

While pretending to do your work you couldn’t help but constantly glance at Damian. You understood why so many girls were attracted to him. He was handsome, intelligent, witty, and rich.

Of course, being a ‘former’ assassin, Damian felt your eyes on him.

Never beating around the bush, Damian spoke up. “You keep staring at me intently. If there’s something you’d like they say, speak your mind.”

Sighing you sit up from your position on the floor. “Do you know if any of the guys at school find me attractive?”

Damian immediately shot you an ‘are you seriously asking me this’ look.

“Seriously Dames. I was talking to some girls at the last party and they were talking about kissing and making out, and I’ve never been kissed. You’re popular, you’re hot, and you’re loaded. So you must’ve kissed a bunch of girls. And you’re always surrounded by people so you have to know-”

Before you continue with your rant, you didn’t even know where it was going, you felt a pair of lips on yours. It took you a second before you kissed back. The kiss was soft, gentle even, and before you knew it, it was over.

You looked at Damian shocked as he sat back as if nothing happened.

“What?”

“You just kissed me. Why?” you questioned the raven haired boy in front of you.

“You once said I had no social cues” He started. “So I understood the socials cues in what you just said: you want to be kissed”

You stared at him baffled, but couldn’t help gently touching your lips and smiling to yourself.

I’m sorry I haven’t been feeding you. I’ve just felt so sluggish lately (I blame my period and that I’m not somewhere tropical relaxing)

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You’re disgusting for requesting that AI list thing and acting innocent about it. You are just as complicit as the people who sent in the users. A apology makes up for nothing after the damage you helped cause. It was your question that made the law girl want to make the list in the first place.

I’m not trying to act innocent. I was trying to take accountability for my actions. I apologized because I realized my actions had hurt other people and I truely felt awful. Yea I did do submit my apology to one, which I immediately realized should’ve been private, and privately to others. They were so nice and totally understood.

Should I have asked for the list? No. But I can’t change the past 😭 and I can’t control peoples actions, including vintage and the people sending hate to the writers.

But if that’s how you feel ok.

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hey, what was the ai list thingy? like do you have a copy of her original post? js curious

This law student posted a list of writers who she suspected works were ai. I didn’t like a screenshot of it and she’s since deleted/deactivated her account. There were a few well known and well liked authors on the list. There were people who from the jump believed her and I believed were coming for the writers idk the full story because I’m mainly on tumblr to read and post and I have my notifs off. Luckily there were many people who knew the authors and reached out to me tot them letting them know what’s happening and supporting them.

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Yes 100%

He hates killing but he will if he has too, and yk after being w his father so long when he does he'll feel awful...

I should write a fic abt that brb

damian wayne does NOT LIKE KILLING!!! it makes him SAD!!! we see this when he was still actively in the league!!! at this point in canon he is as anti killing as his dad!!!

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Hello again, I just want to post this before I completely move on from this. There was a user named Vintage something, and they gained a lot of attention by stating that there are people in the DC fandom who post fanfic that is AI-generated. This month, I discovered a series I loved on this app and totally supported the author on Tumblr, only to find out she had stolen the work from someone who is no longer here. So when I saw Vintage's post, I wanted to know who, so I asked for names (also, other people wanted to know who, I just happened to be the first to). I probably should have specified that she sent it to me privately or just asked for the names via DM. Despite what some might think, I wasn't going to do anything with the list other than go through it and remove my support, as that's the reason I wanted the list in the first place. I wasn't going to share it, contact them, anything. I was going to remove any likes and comments and block them QUIETLY. I ended up being shocked when I woke up this morning to see that they posted the list publicly and to find out 2 writers whose work I absolutely adore on there. I was even more heartbroken to find out she had no proof and people, including herself, were being hateful towards the people she accused. I was also surprised to see that she didn't even have any real proof other than DMs of other people saying their writing was off, and her thinking that posting too soon was also an indicator of AI. I think that's total bs. When I first started out, I would post often, sometimes even 2-3 days in a row, because I had a lot of time on my hands and was so happy to start writing fics for the character I love and to share them. I and a lot of other writers pre-write and schedule posts, so that makes no sense. I just want to apologize again because I genuinely feel awful for what the accused writers went through, and I'm so sorry for my part in this (I already messaged the ones I could find to apologize). I couldn't imagine someone accusing me of my work being AI-generated.

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Hey everyone 👋🏾

With all this AI tumblr writers stuff going around I want to protect my self and I’m now going to start doing voice recording or keeping things in my notes of my ideas. I use google drive so it does track my progress as proof if I’m ever accused but you can never be too safe.

I also want to say I have used AI BUT it was for a summary/synopsis because I didn’t like my original wording. I have also used it to come up with ideas for some things in my writing. Like current I’m working on a Damian Wayne x Reader where they first start talking and wtv during a group project for their history class. Because I never like history and only ever had 1 group project, I used ChatGpt to come up with ideas for a duo history project.

Please don’t burn me at the stake 🙏🏾

And BEFORE I started writing I wanted to test out if ChatGPT could write fanfic… it does but it was bad 😭 (I’ll even post prof if y’all want to make sure I didn’t pass it off as my own)

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how DARE you drop kick me in the ass with that angst when I sought comfort in fanfics😢😞

I’m sorry 😞 shall I make a happy ending part 2???

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Say It

Damian Wayne X Reader

Summary: You can’t keep doing this anymore, so you tell Damian you want to end it

A/N: TMI but I’m started writing this on the toilet. I got a submission of someone’s fav Blair quotes and decided to make this

Warning: Angst, Suggestive

You were cuddling against him with one of his arms wrapped around you on your couch, watching the movie on the TV. You don’t even remember picking it, let alone the name. You had too much on your mind.

How did you get into this situation? Why would you agree to this? Why did you let yourself fall for him? Why him? He of all people. Damian Wayne. Could’ve been anyone, anyone but him.

You were literally in your apartment, on your couch, watching a movie on one of his streaming services, on the TV he bought you. It was like you two were a couple, a real couple, which you two weren’t.

Tired of the thoughts taking over your mind, you sit up, grab the remote, and pause the movie. That’s when you see the title: Anyone But You. "How ironic", you think while rolling your eyes.

“We need to talk,” you say, sitting up to face him.

Once your eyes met his green ones, you realized you couldn’t do this, not while facing him. You pick up the empty cups and bowls on the coffee table and walk towards the sink.

“I was talking with my manager and,” you started, and you placed the dishes in the dishwasher.

“And?” Damian asked from the couch.

“And, we think it would be best if we ended our ‘relationship, ’” you say, placing your hands on both sides of the sink.

Without saying a word, Damian gets up and walks towards where you’re standing. After looking at you for a moment, he crossed his arms and finally asked, “Excuse me?”

“I said we should end our relationship. It’s fake, and it’s been a year and a half. It’s not going anywhere, so let’s just end it.”

Damian just moves to stand behind you, hands on your waist. “Where is this coming from?” He asks, confusion laced in his voice.

“Honestly?” You ask, looking at him. He nods in response.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep feeling the things I feel for you, knowing you don’t feel the same about me. ”

“Hold on. Let’s-”

“No. Just listen,” you say, cutting him off. “You don’t understand what it feels like when you tell people we’re together and say I’m yours, and you don’t understand what it’s like when people ask what our plans are for the future. I date to marry. I date to have a future with a person. I need to be with a person who wants a future with me. Who wants to be a father. Who wants to be a husband. And…”

He gently turns you to face him.

“And?”

“When I say I love you, I mean it, you don’t. I don’t want to keep loving someone who doesn’t love me, too.”

“What have I done that makes you question my feelings for you?”

You both had seen, touched, and explored each other's bodies already. You knew every inch of him, and him you. So, you didn’t understand why his being this close was bothering you. He had been much closer several times before.

“3 words, 8 letters. Say it, and I’m yours,” you sigh as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks. “Say it and mean it.”

“I-”

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Idk if I like this or should include it in a part of its picked or just leave it as a side oneshot