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Title: Stirred & Sweet

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Word count: 3k+

Warning: Mild language, teasing from teammates, and an excessive amount of Dirty Shirleys.

Summary: being a bartender isn’t so bad after all

A/N: I got carried away and I didn’t want to do more than one part though… enjoy

🏷️: @yailtsv

There are slow nights at Ted’s, and then there are nights like this—where the place is packed shoulder to shoulder, the music is loud enough to shake the walls, and I’m pretty sure I’ll smell like grenadine for the next three days.

It’s my usual Friday night shift, and I’m behind the bar, flipping between orders faster than I can process them. But then, right in the middle of pouring a vodka soda, I hear a voice that’s unmistakable over the noise.

“Yo, can I get a Dirty Shirley?”

I don’t even have to look up. I already know.

Paige Bueckers.

Five-year UConn legend. Face of the program. Probably could get a drink for free just by flashing that stupidly perfect smile.

I glance up, and sure enough, she’s leaning against the bar, chin resting on her hand, watching me with that casual, slightly smug expression. Azzi, Ice, and the rest of the team are packed in behind her, laughing and teasing each other.

“Gotcha,” I say, grabbing a glass. “Coming right up.”

I make Dirty Shirleys all the time—it’s one of the easiest drinks in the book. But mine? Mine are the best. It’s not just about throwing Sprite, vodka, and grenadine into a cup. It’s about balance, ratios, the right kind of vodka, and just a little extra touch.

I slide the drink across the counter. “One Dirty Shirley, Bueckers. Hope it lives up to the hype.”

Paige takes a sip, and for a second, her expression is unreadable. Then, her eyes widen slightly, and she licks her lips like she’s trying to make sure she actually tasted what she thinks she did.

“Oh, hell no.” She looks at her teammates. “This is the best one I’ve had in five years.”

Azzi snorts. “You’ve had a lot of Dirty Shirleys, huh?”

“You don’t understand, Z.” Paige turns back to me. “How did you—what did you do?”

I grin, wiping my hands on a bar rag. “Trade secret.”

“No, for real. How are you this good at making drinks?”

I lean on the counter. “My dad owns a bar back home. He taught me everything. Ratios, ingredients, even flair bartending when I was like thirteen—don’t ask me why he thought that was a good idea. By the time I was seventeen, I could make drinks better than half the bartenders at his place.”

Paige shakes her head, impressed. “Damn. So I just got served a professional-level Dirty Shirley?”

“Something like that.” I smirk. “And now, the only way you’re getting one this good is if I make it myself.”

She raises a brow, a challenge in her eyes. “Bet.”

⸻

From that night on, Paige only orders Dirty Shirleys if I’m the one making them.

It turns into a thing.

She’ll walk into Ted’s, lock eyes with me across the bar, and hold up a finger—no words, just that stupidly charming smirk. And I already know. One Dirty Shirley, coming right up.

She hypes it up to the team, tells anyone who’ll listen that I make the best ones. She even gets a little dramatic about it sometimes.

“I refuse to drink a basic one now,” she tells me one night, sipping happily. “You’ve ruined them for me.”

“Oh no,” I deadpan. “Whatever will you do when I graduate?”

“Guess I’ll have to marry you, so you can make them for me forever.”

I choke on my laugh. “Paige.”

She just winks and takes another sip.

⸻

A few weeks later, it’s almost 2 AM when my phone buzzes.

I groan, rolling over, barely registering the name on my screen before answering.

“Paige,” I mumble. “Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?”

“Okay, don’t be mad,” she says, which means she’s about to say something ridiculous. “But I really want a Shirley Temple.”

I squint at my phone, confused. “Like… a non-alcoholic one?”

“Yes.”

I blink. “You called me at two in the morning for that?”

“You’re the only one who makes them right!” she whines. “Please? I’ll owe you forever.”

I sigh, already sitting up. “You better leave your door unlocked.”

⸻

When I get to her dorm, she’s waiting at the door, practically bouncing.

“You actually came,” she grins.

“You sounded desperate,” I tease, lifting the pitcher. “Figured it was my duty.”

She drags me inside, already pulling out cups. “You’re a lifesaver.”

We end up on the couch, sipping Shirley Temples and watching Friends. Somewhere between episodes, I stretch out, and Paige throws a blanket over both of us.

It’s late. Really late. But she’s warm next to me, and my eyes are getting heavier.

I wake up hours later to the sound of the TV playing softly, Paige’s head resting against my shoulder, and an almost-empty pitcher on the coffee table.

Not bad for a midnight call.

⸻

A week later, I’m back at work when Paige shows up again. But this time, she doesn’t ask for a Dirty Shirley.

“You’re trying something new tonight,” I tell her, already reaching for ingredients.

She looks skeptical. “You’re experimenting on me?”

“Yup.” I grin, setting up the glass. “I promise it’ll be good.”

She watches as I pour Seagram’s Ginger Ale, add two and a half shots of Don Julio, a shot of Tequila Silver, then grab an orange popsicle straight out of the freezer. I drop it in, stick and all, then drizzle in some strawberry syrup.

Paige raises a brow. “What the hell is this?”

“A masterpiece.” I slide it to her. “Try it.”

She takes a sip, then licks her lips slowly, processing the taste.

“Oh, that’s dangerous,” she murmurs.

“Told you.”

She takes another sip, eyes lighting up. “Okay, this is actually insane. What’s it called?”

I wipe down the counter. “I don’t know yet. You get to name it.”

She thinks for a second, then smirks. “Huskies Sunset.”

I laugh. “Why?”

“Because it looks like a sunset, and it’ll probably make you howl if you drink too much.”

I shake my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love it.” She grins, lifting her glass. “To Huskies Sunsets.”

And just like that, we’ve got a new favorite.

A few days later Paige send me a text

Paige: Yo, you working tonight?

Me: Yeah, why? You tryna bother me while I work again?

Paige: Maybe. Also… bring your best sales pitch.

I stare at my phone, confused, but before I can ask what she means, she sends another message.

Paige: Just trust me. You’ll thank me later.

I shake my head, pocket my phone, and head to Ted’s.

⸻

When I walk in, I immediately notice something weird.

My boss, Mike, is standing behind the bar—not working, just standing there, arms crossed, a deep-in-thought look on his face. And across from him, sitting on a stool like she owns the place, is Paige.

The moment she sees me, she waves. “Took you long enough.”

I set my bag down. “What’s going on?”

Mike looks at me, then at Paige, then back at me. “Your girl here has been talking my ear off about adding some drink to the menu.”

I blink. “Wait… what?”

Paige smirks. “Huskies Sunset. I told him it deserves a permanent spot.”

My jaw nearly drops. “Paige.”

She shrugs, all casual. “It’s a hit. I mean, I should know—I’ve had like five.”

Mike sighs, rubbing his temple. “Look, I’m not against it, but I don’t just put random drinks on the menu. It’s gotta sell.”

Paige leans forward. “It will sell. I promise you. Y/N makes the best drinks on campus, and this one is dangerous in the best way. People will eat it up.”

I can’t help but smile a little. She’s really going to bat for me.

Mike looks at me. “You got a name for this thing?”

I nod. “Huskies Sunset.”

He thinks for a moment, then sighs. “Fine. But it’s on a trial run. If it doesn’t sell, it’s out.”

Paige claps her hands. “Oh, it’ll sell. Just wait.”

⸻

Turns out, she wasn’t wrong.

The moment word gets out that there’s a Paige-approved drink on the menu, people start ordering it like crazy. It gets to a point where I can barely keep up—I’ve got orange popsicles flying, tequila pouring, and strawberry syrup everywhere.

And of course, the team eats it up.

Azzi is the first to tease me. “Wow, Paige gets one favorite bartender, and now she’s getting drinks added to the menu?”

Ice shakes her head. “Nah, this is next-level simp behavior.”

I roll my eyes. “She just likes the drink.”

Ayanna grins. “Just the drink? Y’all are literally always together.”

I scoff. “We are not.”

Paige, unbothered, sips her Huskies Sunset. “We kinda are.”

And that’s all it takes. The teasing gets worse.

Suddenly, everyone’s pointing out every little thing we do together—how we study at the same table in the library, how Paige randomly FaceTimes me while I’m at work, how we spend way too much time coming up with new drink ideas.

It doesn’t help that one night, she asks me to teach her how to bartend.

I try to play it cool, but the moment she steps behind the bar, sleeves rolled up, ready to learn? Yeah. I might be in trouble.

⸻

“Alright, Rookie,” I say, setting a bottle of tequila on the counter. “First lesson: pouring without spilling.”

Paige smirks. “Easy.”

It is not easy.

She tries to pour a shot, but the moment the liquid starts flowing, she panics, overcorrects, and half of it ends up on her hand.

I laugh. “Oh, yeah. Natural talent.”

She glares at me, shaking tequila off her fingers. “Okay, okay. Let me try again.”

She does better on the second attempt, actually filling the shot glass without a mess.

I nod approvingly. “Look at that. You’re learning.”

She grins. “Told you I could do it.”

I lean against the counter. “Alright, next test. Shaking a cocktail.”

I set up a simple drink and hand her the shaker. “Two hands, firm grip, shake hard but controlled.”

Paige takes it, mimicking my stance, and starts shaking. At first, she looks focused. But then, halfway through, the lid pops off.

Cue tequila flying everywhere.

I barely dodge it, while Paige gasps, looking at the mess.

“Oh, my God.” She stares at me. “Did I just—”

I burst out laughing. “You definitely just showered us in tequila.”

She winces. “Oops.”

I grab a rag, wiping my arms. “You’re lucky I like you.”

She smirks. “You like me?”

I freeze for half a second.

“…Shut up.”

⸻

The teasing from the team only gets worse after that.

Especially when they find out Paige has a new habit of calling me in the middle of the night.

KK: Ayo, why did I just hear that Y/N got up at 2 AM to bring Paige a Shirley Temple?

Ice: A Shirley. Temple. AT 2 IN THE MORNING?

Azzi: Just date already, my God.

Me: IT WAS JUST A DRINK.

Paige: I have high standards, what can I say?

Caroline adds a poll to the team’s group chat:

Will Y/N and Paige finally admit they’re basically together?

✔ Yes, they’re oblivious

✔ No, but they should be

✔ They’re already dating and just don’t know it yet

Paige just sends a single response.

Paige: Drink up, haters.

⸻

A few nights later, Paige shows up at the bar with an idea.

“So, we’ve got Huskies Sunset,” she says, sliding into her usual seat in front of me. “But we need something else. Something bigger.”

I raise a brow. “Bigger?”

She nods. “Like… a team drink.”

I pause, considering it. “A UConn team drink?”

“Yeah! Something for game nights. Something we can all order and make a thing.”

I grin. “Alright, Challenge Accepted.”

We spend the next few nights messing with ideas, trying out flavors, and (accidentally) getting a little buzzed in the process. Paige is surprisingly good at taste-testing—she knows exactly what she likes, and she’s weirdly good at pairing flavors.

Finally, we land on something.

Blue curaçao for the Huskies’ blue, lemonade for a crisp, refreshing taste, a splash of Sprite for bubbles, and a frozen lemon slice on the rim.

The Husky Huddle.

When we debut it, the team goes crazy.

“Oh, this is dangerous,” Azzi says after her first sip.

Aubrey nods. “Yeah, we’re gonna need this before every away game.”

Ice grins. “Okay, but y’all see what’s happening, right?”

Ayanna smirks. “Oh, we see it.”

Paige looks at me, all innocent. “See what?”

Azzi shakes her head. “Y’all are literally co-owners of the Ted’s bar menu at this point.”

Ice grins. “More like co-owners of each other.”

Paige chokes on her drink. I roll my eyes.

“Y’all are so annoying.”

Azzi just raises her glass. “To Huskies Sunsets, Husky Huddles, and to Paige and Y/N finally admitting they’re a thing.”

Paige and I exchange glances, then both sigh.

We clink our glasses together.

“To Huskies Sunsets,” I say.

“To the best bartender at UConn,” Paige adds, smirking.

⸻

Six Months Later

By now, Paige is a staple at Ted’s.

She still only orders Huskies Sunsets when I’m working. Still calls me in the middle of the night for Shirley Temples. Still shows up unannounced to drag me out for “taste-testing” sessions.

The team hasn’t let up on the teasing. If anything, it’s gotten worse.

KK: So, what’s the hold-up? Y’all married yet?

Ice: I give it another month before Paige breaks and asks Y/N out.

Azzi: One month? You’re generous. I say two weeks.

I just roll my eyes every time. Paige and I—we’re just us. We exist in this weird, perfect space where we know we like each other, but neither of us says it out loud.

Until the night she makes me a drink.

⸻

It’s a slow night, one of those rare ones where I’m not drowning in orders. Paige is at the bar, as usual, twirling a straw between her fingers like she’s debating something.

Then, out of nowhere, she stands up.

“Okay, switch places with me.”

I blink. “Huh?”

She jerks her head toward the bar. “I wanna make you a drink.”

I scoff. “Paige, last time you were back here, you covered yourself in tequila.”

She grins. “Yeah, but I’ve learned. Trust me.”

I hesitate, then sigh, stepping aside. “Alright, Rookie. Show me what you got.”

She cracks her knuckles, looking way too serious for someone making a cocktail.

She starts with a base of passionfruit juice, a splash of lime, then adds two shots of rum. But then, she does something unexpected—she grabs a bottle of peach liqueur and pours just a little in, followed by a drizzle of honey.

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s… an interesting mix.”

Paige winks. “Trust the process.”

She shakes it (without spilling this time) and pours it into a glass over crushed ice. Then, to top it off, she adds a small mint leaf and slides it across the counter.

I pick it up, skeptical, and take a sip.

And damn.

It’s smooth, a little sweet, a little tart, with just the right kick.

I look up at her, surprised. “Paige. This is actually good.”

She smirks. “I know.”

I take another sip, then tilt my head. “What’s it called?”

She leans on the counter, looking at me with that lazy grin of hers.

“Date Night.”

My heart does a full-on somersault.

I set the drink down carefully. “Paige.”

She shrugs, trying (and failing) to look casual. “So, what do you think? Wanna make it official?”

I stare at her for a long second, then grin. “Well, I do like the drink.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “That’s all I get? After six months of pining?”

I take another sip. “Mmm… maybe you should take me out on a real date and find out.”

She leans in, eyes bright. “Deal.”

⸻

Four Years Later

If you had told me back then that one day I’d own my own bar, I probably would’ve laughed in your face.

But here I am, standing behind the counter of Sundown, my very own place in Dallas, with a fresh-cut lime in one hand and my phone buzzing on the counter.

I glance at the screen.

Paige: You at the bar?

Me: Where else would I be?

Paige: Cool. I’m ten minutes away.

I shake my head, smiling to myself.

Some things never change.

⸻

When Paige walks in, the place is packed. It’s a Friday night, and everyone’s here for happy hour, but the moment she steps inside, a few heads turn.

She’s in a hoodie and joggers, looking effortlessly cool, like she didn’t just drop 25 points on the Mercury last night.

She slides into her usual seat at the bar, grinning at me. “What’s up, Superstar?”

I snort. “You’re the only superstar here.”

She taps the counter. “Debatable. Now, hit me with the usual.”

I shake my head, already reaching for the ingredients. “Still not tired of Huskies Sunsets?”

She grins. “Never.”

I make her drink, sliding it over with a flourish. She takes a slow sip, eyes locked on me the whole time.

Then, she sets the glass down and leans in, voice softer. “So… you excited for tomorrow?”

Tomorrow.

Our engagement party.

I glance down at the ring on my finger—the one Paige had slipped on my hand last year after surprising me with a proposal at Ted’s.

(She had tried to be all smooth, but her hands were shaking so bad she almost dropped the ring in my drink.)

I smile. “Excited? Yeah. A little nervous? Also yeah.”

Paige tilts her head. “Nervous why?”

I gesture around. “I don’t know… this bar, this life—it’s everything I wanted. And now we’re about to start a whole new chapter.”

She reaches across the bar, taking my hand in hers. “And that scares you?”

I shake my head. “No. It just… feels big.”

Paige squeezes my hand. “Well, for the record, I think we’re gonna be just fine.”

I look at her—the same Paige who used to drag me out of bed for late-night Shirley Temples, who spent hours behind the bar learning to mix drinks just so we could have an excuse to hang out longer.

The same Paige who, after all these years, still only orders Huskies Sunsets if I’m the one making them.

I squeeze her hand back. “Yeah. I think so too.”

She grins. “Good. Now, gimme another drink. And make it something new.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Something new?”

She nods. “Yeah. Something fresh. Something that screams ‘future wife of a WNBA star.’”

I laugh, already reaching for a bottle. “Alright, challenge accepted.”

And as I start mixing, Paige just sits there, watching me with that soft, lazy grin—the one that says she’d spend forever right here if I let her.

Good thing forever is exactly what we have.

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itsnotyouithink · 13 days ago

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AFRAID

SUMMARY: You, the star of the Blackmore University basketball team, is failing the easiest class at the university: Film Studies 101. The only person who can help you pass? Tara Carpenter, the girl who hates you no matter what you do.

PAIRING: tara carpenter x fem!reader

WARNINGS: TBD, underage drinking, smoking, mature language, mentions of verbal abuse, violence, gore, ghostface shit

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

A/N: been forever since i’ve written so bare w me, ok! also, i hate calculus & math in general so whatever i said abt math in here is a complete lie

———

Every Division One basketball team had thee player.

UCONN had Paige Bueckers, the University of Iowa had Caitlin Clark, and Blackmore University had you. You—cocky, sweet, competitive, and overwhelmingly perfect, you.

So, of course Tara Carpenter knew who you were—it was practically shoved down her throat. The countless posters of you playing basketball hung on banners around the school, or how someone would always ask about you during one of the tours she would lead as a Blackmore Student Ambassador. It was constant; what're you like? What do you do on your free time? Are you actually that hot in person?

She would put on her fake smile and count the minutes until the tour was over, reminding herself over and over again that the amount of money she was being paid for this would be worth it. New York City was not cheap.

Even at countless parties, some Film Studies 101 classes, hallway passes while you were talking with Mindy about something, or in one of the campuses cafeteria, you and Tara had never interacted before. You and Chad certainly have, though.

During your first week at Blackmore after transferring from a college in sunny California, you met the broad-shouldered boy at a frat party. Everyone was crowding around you, asking you questions about yourself and ogling at the idea of you being their college's saving grace.

Chad's lingering eyes boarder-lined on staring. Tara would make a comment or two about how obsessed he was with you. Scoffing at the way his eyes would travel from your half-up half-down hairstyle and end up targeting the small drop of sweat making its way down the left side of your neck. He knew where the droplet was going, and much like everyone else in the city, he wanted a peek as well. His twin-sister, Mindy, would hit his shoulder claiming, "Stop staring at my new friend, perv. You'll scare her away."

He would just scoff and roll his eyes, eagerly heading towards another game of beer-pong. Tara never understood the hype surrounding you... I mean, sure, you had insane biceps from the constant training, a curvy figure, borderline enchanting eyes, a great… rack and one of the only chances Blackmore had at a National Championship. But other than that, she had no idea why so many people loved you. If anything, why didn't they hate you?

You were naturally cocky both on-and-off the court, always having a sarcastic comment to add in times where silence was the best bandaid. She figured your occasional sweetness was just an act—curated by a PR team or something. Tara expected a lot from you; fakeness, bitchy-ness, and most importantly, that self-absorbed egotistical mindset athletes tended to have. But, something she never would've expected?

You were failing Film Studies 101.

The introduction course to movies and television. You were failing! In Tara's expert opinion, Film Studies 101 was literally the easiest class you could take, so how could you be failing it?

You didn't take academics very seriously, the only reason you had the desire to attend college was because of the sports opportunities within. Blackmore University was known for their basketball program, even if it hasn't won a championship since 1976. It was the college your father had attended a few decades ago and the place your mother almost attended—before getting accepted into Princeton University. The school had played a large part in your childhood: always wearing the merchandise during game days, naming an old pet after the mascot, or even having a signed jersey by one of the star players.

But you never wanted to go because it was a great school, you wanted to go because of the basketball team. Achieving your childhood dreams was a championship ring away—if you could bring the "losingest" team in the East to the Finals, everyone would want you!

But no one would want you if you weren't even on the team anymore, kicked off the roster curtesy of the potent D- on your report card. I mean, you barely showed up to class anymore.

So, you received a tutor whether you liked it or not. Your tutor? Tara Carpenter, naturally.

You knew the name Tara Carpenter, but you didn't know her. You knew she was Mindy's friend from back home, you knew she was the girl always raising her hand during class (the classes you attended, at least), and you knew she was a major film nerd. Like, major. You often saw her and Mindy arguing in one of the school's cafeterias over a new horror movie that had just been released, always ending with the raven-haired girl rolling her eyes.

But other than that, you barely knew her!

“You’re late.” She didn’t even look up from the North by Northwest screenplay in her hands as you stood in front of her corner table at a small café, a student favorite for the best coffee in a ten-block radius. “Very late.”

“I’m not that late.” You lightly scoffed before setting your school bag down on the floor next to your chair across from her. “I’m only… oh, twenty-minutes late.”

The raven-haired girl still had her gaze focused on the words in front of her, paying no mind to the elite basketball player in front of her. You cleared your throat, the slight awkwardness of the situation beginning to get to you. You were never a girl of punctuality, always either too early or way too late. In regard to things you barely cared about, you just chose to never show up. An example: Film Studies 101.

She closed the screenplay and placed it in front of her before making direct eye contact with you. You were a strong competitor, playing against the future of the industry as a hobby and a future career. But by this small interaction alone, you quickly realize there was no gaze sharper than Tara Carpenter’s. Your hands began to get clammy just by the sudden eye contact. “If I’m going to help you, don’t waste my time.”

“Got better things to do, Carpenter?” You tilted your head with ease, your small hoop earrings moving with the motion.

“Much better things.” She scoffed before looking at the blank space in front of you. “Did you bring your screenplay and notes from class?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Screenplay? Notes from class?”

She sighed in disappointment and mild annoyance, “Yes. The North by Northwest screenplay we received in class last week and your notes from the previous classes.” She slammed her hand in a fit of irritation on her copy of the book. “This. Do you have this?”

You stared at her blankly before blinking down at your almost empty backpack, the Y/N Y/L next to your number in bold practically mocked you for your cluelessness and stupidity. “Uh, yeah, of course I have it with me. Take it everywhere with me because why not.” You sarcastically laughed before reaching into the space of your bag, finding the only book in there.

The North by Northwest screenplay. Thank fuck.

“Great, but you don’t have any of your notes with you, do you?”

You tilted your head with a strained smile, “I think even having the screenplay with me is a win for both of us.”

Tara took a deep breath before opening her notebook, “Okay, it’s fine. Just bring it with you next time, okay?”

“Got it.” You nodded with a small salute which would be half-charming to anyone else, but with Tara, it felt like she hated you just for existing. You’ve never had anyone outwardly hate you in person. Sure, there were some rude supporters in high school during away games but people usually loved you, idolized you even. And to be fair, you were from a small town in Maine where everyone knew everyone, but even at that point in your life you were getting national recognition for your talent.

By the time you zoned back into Tara trying to explain the ways directors utilize camera angles to evoke emotion, the hour study session was basically over—well, the forty-five minutes were over—and Tara was just annoyed and dissatisfied.

“You didn’t listen to a thing I said, didn’t you?” She leaned her chin against the palm of her propped up hand with a squint of her eyes. You shook your head, “No, no, I listened.”

“Oh, yeah?” She sat-up straighter in her chair with a small smirk. This suddenly felt like a competition. “Name three of the ways I explained how directors utilize camera angles to evoke emotion from an audience. Hell, if you can name two, I’ll buy you a coffee myself.”

“Buy me a coffee?” You giggled, “Sounds like you’re turning this into a date. Look, if you wanted me that bad, you could’ve just asked, Tara.”

She scoffed, her playful demeanor changing into a look of pure disgust, “You’re disgusting and I should’ve never taken this offer.”

Your face dropped, a sudden level of panic creeping up on you. Whether you liked it or not, you needed this. Without her, you can kiss your dreams to the league goodbye and welcome the bold D- with open arms. You needed her... yuck.“No, no, wait, I was just joking!” You leapt up as she stood up to pack her stuff away, the different array of film textbooks and analyses piling into her small book bag.

“You are exactly what I thought you would be.” She shook her head with a scoff, “Mindy told me you were different, but honestly, you are just.. gross.”

“What? I was just joking!”

“No, this is exactly how it starts.” She shook her head before putting the last of her books in her bag, throwing it over her shoulder without a bit of haste. “You stupid athletes. You joke around and then you flirt a little and then you end up thinking you have a chance with me, expecting me to what? Open my legs for you or something?”

The two of you stood in front of each other, Tara furious while you’re anxious. The rings on your fingers growing hot by every twist and fiddle. “Uh, that’s not what I’m doing at all, Tara. And, um, I like guys.”

Her shoulders sagged while her face changed to look of confusion, “You do?”

“Well, like, kind of.” You shrugged before putting your hands up in surrender, “That’s not the point, but either way, I’m not that type of person. Believe it or not, I really need this. If I don’t pass this class, they’re kicking me off the team.”

She tilted her head, “They can do that? I thought you were too talented or… whatever.”

“They have to hold some type of standard.” You glanced around you at the quiet cafe, the students around you busy preparing for upcoming projects and assignments with no care in the world for the minor argument the two of you were having upon first meeting one another. “I’m sorry. Next time I’ll show up prepared. I’ll have the screenplay, the notes, everything you need me to have, I’ll bring.”

She sighed, silently debating with herself. “You promise you’ll take this seriously? No zoning out, no missing materials, and no lateness. Got it?”

You nodded enthusiastically, throwing your pinkie between the two of you for a pinkie promise, “I promise… as long as you promise not to yell at me again.”

Tara laughed breathlessly as if it were a joke, a small smile cracking between the cold exterior she displayed beforehand until she saw your serious expression. You weren’t a fan of people yelling at you, which was a bit ironic considering the thousands of people yelling at you while you play in stadiums every Friday night. “Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious.”

“I would hardly consider the volume of my voice before yelling. More like, loudly expressed.”

“So, yelling?”

“Well, no—”

“Promise. Yes or no? You need this tutor-ship just as much as I do. New York City isn’t cheap.” You smugly answered. The two of you had formally met not even forty-five minutes ago and the banter was already flowing. Mindy would die if she found out.

Tara rolled her eyes with a scoff, entangled her pinkie with yours in a quick promise. “Yes, I promise.”

You smiled at her before putting your screenplay back into your half-empty backpack. You heard Tara sigh before she spoke, “I’ll see you on Wednesday at three-thirty sharp. Not three-thirty one or three-thirty two. Three-thirty, okay?”

“Yes, yes, I get it.” You nod, “Three-thirty.”

“Great.” She nodded back as well, her lips tense in the sudden change of slight awkwardness that occurs when you have to say goodbye to someone you barely know. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

“Yep, bye, Tara.” And just like that, the two of you separated paths as you lived on the other end of the campus. When you get back to your small dorm, the poster of Spiderman and a few post-cards from your mother stare back at you blankly. You throw your bag down next to your clattered desk, a desk overwhelmed with extra math problems you do for fun.

Yes, for fun. Because even if Tara Carpenter thinks you’re dumber than a fucking rock, doesn’t mean you actually are. You find the fun in math equations, where everything has a set answer and a set of rules to follow. Film, however, didn’t have a few set rules, no, it’s an art where creativity has no barriers. You could just never understand it—the power of filmmaking and real cinema.

So, instead, you confided creativity—literally.

You kept the screenplay in your bookbag until Wednesday, the day you had to be tutored by Tara Carpenter. Again.

And you, of course, arrived fifteen minutes late. Again.

#fiction #wlw #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #sam carpenter #scream #scream 6 #melissa barrera #scream 5 #fanfic #aesthetic #wbb

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fear-is-truth · 8 days ago

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❛ THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES ❜ - K. ANDERSON.

ⓘ love language : a person's characteristic means of expressing and experiencing love

꣑ৎ ‎ :‎ masterlist﹒request / chat w me ! ﹒꒱ note. got a lil carried away, but i can yap about my man for days on end

words of affirmation ➛ ˗ˏˋ this might seem like it would be kai’s love language—after all, he is a gifted speaker. persuasive, emotionally intelligent. but here’s the thing: he doesn’t believe a word of it. because kai knows the power of bullshitting too well to ever take it at face value—one doesn’t trust a sharp blade simply because one is good at swinging it.

so when you tell him you love him? if you told him you loved him ten times a day, he’d take it as his due (because it fuels his ego and he needs validation.) maybe even say “love you too,” if he’s in a generous mood. but he’s already analysing: why did you say that now? what are you trying to reassure him of? kai just can’t switch off the paranoid part of his brain that parses sincerity like code. he wants to believe you; he wants it to be simple. but nothing is. not for him.

sometimes kai thinks about how easily you could lie. how easily he lies. and he hates that his own doubt chokes the love he tries to feel cleanly. you’ve witnessed him spin lies with so much passion that it felt like gospel. seen him unearth confessions from trembling lips and interlocked pinkies. you know the voice he uses when he wants something. and kai knows you hear that same voice when he says “i love you.” even when he genuinely means it. ˊˎ-

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acts of service ➛ ˗ˏˋ kai doesn’t believe in love that doesn’t do something. words mean very little to him unless they’re paired with action—people lie; they say what they think you want to hear (he’s an virtuoso in this aspect.)

you could tell him you adore him every day and it wouldn’t land the way something practical would: plug in his dead phone, fixing his tie, remember his preference for food, not letting anyone insult his ideology in front of you—even when defending him feels like a betrayal of your values and dignity—and doing it anyway... now that’s real dedication. he’ll often show love by doing things for you in return because that’s his metric for affection—if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t bother. ˊˎ-

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quality time ➛ ˗ˏˋ quality time is, unequivocally, kai’s primary love language, the clearest, cleanest line that can be drawn between love and order. he doesn’t need any of that performative bullshit society has programmed into people’s idea of romance. his idea of intimacy is pragmatic—two people aligned in purpose, parallel activity.

if he’s going out, you’re coming too. there won’t be any explanation, just a curt “get in,” or leave the door open long enough for you to follow. he needs someone to bounce ideas off of or just exist next to in the car. you don’t even have to talk (in fact, he prefers when you don’t.) your presence just help him think better.

kai builds closeness through utility, and this is proven by the way he keeps you near in mundane ways. he likes when you do chores around him—not just because of his regressive ideas about gender roles (though those are there) but it satisfies both his need for control and his attachment issues.

if you’re not around, he gets irritable and agitated. paces around, second-guesses himself. will try and act like it’s business as usual but he’s waiting for you to come back. ˊˎ-

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physical touch ➛ ˗ˏˋ this one’s complicated. not in theory—he enjoys physical touch—but he’s more comfortable only he’s the one initiating it. sex is the easiest form to navigate, and like any competent cult leader, kai knows how to manipulate with proximity. the old in-out in-out is easy, but what’s harder is affection for its own sake. his personality preference for touch is the kind that affirms possession. the hand closing lightly around your throat, fingers under your chin, tilting your face up.

kai doesn’t like being touched by surprise. if you reach for him unannounced, he might tense up or even flinch—but he’ll let you, because you’re the only one allowed. his followers already know you’re his, but he can’t let them see just how much he’s yours. being seen as smitten would chip away at his authority, and the divine ruler can’t afford to be seen as weak. so if you get too affectionate in front of the others, he’ll shove you off with a snide comment.

it goes without saying that he doesn’t do PDA. public is performance; private is truth. you are his truth. that said, he lets things slide in private—your legs draped over his lap on the couch. him resting a hand at your lower back when you both walk into a room.

but behind closed doors? he doesn’t bother to hide how wants you. all the fucking time. not even in the sexual sense, (though that too.) he lets things slide. your legs thrown over his lap on the couch. your fingers slipping into his hair while he reads. his hand resting instinctively at the small of your back when you pass behind him. kai can be strangely clingy, too. he likes when you stand between his legs and hug him, his face pressed into your chest. fingers toying with the ends of your hair when he’s thinking.

of course, he will never admit it (he’s too proud for that) but there’s a difference between tolerating and needing. and he needs you. ˊˎ-

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receiving gifts ➛ ˗ˏˋ gifts are low on his list, he didn’t grow up scraping by (his family was more than well off) but even then, kai never saw the point in material things beyond their function. now he’s got investments and crypto doing well, he’s sitting on more than most people. but that hasn’t changed his attitude. he’s not stingy, but sentimentality attached to objects feels juvenile to him.

he’ll hand you a generous stack of cash at the beginning of the month for “groceries, bills, whatever”—and the rest? all yours. he won’t keep tabs on where it goes. your comfort is his responsibility. if you needed him to spell that out, he wouldn’t be your boyfriend. when he does give gifts, they’re practical. a copy of a book he just read and thinks you’d like too, because intellectual conversations matter. or a gadget you mentioned in passing: a fitbit, airpods, noise-cancelling headphones…whatever would make your life run more efficiently. that’s what matters to him. he doesn’t do flowers. what’s the point? they die at the end of the week.

birthdays or milestones are an exception. not because he suddenly believes in sentiment of course, but because he understands optics and appearances. and, in a quieter sense, he understands you. in order to impress him, you often pretend you’re above such frivolities, that you don’t care about that stuff, but he knows that you do. and in your case, his sexist instincts aren’t totally off-base. ˊˎ-

#american horror story #ahs #kai anderson #ahs cult #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #evan peters #kai anderson headcanons #evan peters x reader #evan peters fanfic

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exhaslo · 1 year ago

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hey can I request a shy!miguel like where he stutter at reader tease. (College Au,Miguel is in the popular group but doesn’t know sex as much as reader or doesn’t know anything at all.and reader who is an ‘everyone know person’ in school )

sub/(dom???)shy!miguel x dom/tease!fem!reader. in this case can reader be a teased that teach Miguel about sex ? tease him for being hard for the easiest thing such as pornography moan, tease him for wacthing porn? Which makes him more difficult for him to stop stutter sometimes.(and that with only with her 🤭) but of course reader is a sweetie heart and teaches him one or two (an handjob or blowjob) about to masturbating which get him even more hard then he is. 🤭 (and Miguel a secret a Virgin 😌😍 a whiny horny one)

Awe, so cute! Okay, I hope I can get this one done right! Let's give it a go~

Warning: Minors DNI, semi-smut, jk smut, cockwarming, teasing, porn watching, blow job, handjob

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It all just happened to fast. You had enrolled in college and somehow ended just tutoring some people here and there, until you suddenly became the, "The Go To". Everyone went to you for any kind of information, whether or not you knew the topic.

It could be about college programs, classes, cooking, sewing, anything. Everyone went to you for anything. Thankfully, you studied a lot and watched plenty of videos. But nothing could have prepared you for your newest question.

"S-Sorry to bother you," Miguel started off.

Your jaw nearly dropped the moment you opened your dorm room to the giant. Miguel was known as the hottest guy in school. He was so quiet and mysterious that every girl on campus wanted to know him. So, the fact that he was standing in front of your door, stuttering, was coming as a big surprise to you.

"I...I hope this isn't out of your...range." He looked around, "I-I heard that...that you knew everything." His voice got lower. Again, your jaw nearly dropped,

"I mean, I can totally try and answer whatever questions you got. Come in, come in."

Your mind was racing. Miguel O'Hara was in your dorm room. Thank the lords that you had no roommate. You had alone time with the hottest guy in school!

"What...What can you t-tell me about...s-sex?"

YOUWEREREADYTODROPYOURPANTIES-

"Ah, um, just like in general or-?" You watched his body language.

You furrowed your brows slightly as you watched Miguel try to come up with a sentence. Was he shy? You felt yourself nearly take a step back. The man of everyone's dreams was shy and inexperienced with sex. Well, so were you. All you did was watch porn.

"General." Miguel whispered.

"Well, I think my best friend the porn websites can do a much, much better job at that. Have you watched porn?"

God, this was so embarassing.

"N-No."

God, he was so innocent.

"Alright, um, let me give you a list. Or how about I-" You were clearly in the wrong headspace as you opened your laptop and went to your favorite porn site, "Anything in particular you're interested in watching?"

"Ah-"

Miguel could feel his heart rise to this throat. He watched as your eyes observed him. This was not something he was prepared for. Not with you especially. Miguel had a crush on you since you shared a class last semester. He knew that you knew everything, but it took him a lot of courage to come to you with this.

And now, he was getting hard by just seeing boobs on your laptop and you staring at his bulge. This was a huge mistake!

"I-I'm s-sorry!" He panicked. You immediately stopped him,

"You can't leave like that."

Lord, you really were getting in over your head. The moment you saw Miguel's erection, you felt your own heart race. You knew that he was not going to make the first move, so you had to play the bigger person. He came to you with questions!

"It's normal. Well, sort of." You sat him down, holding his shoulders, "It's kind of cute how easy you got hard. You need to work on that."

"H-How?"

"Watch some porn. Get used to the fake moans and masterbate."

"I...I don't really-"

Oh my god, this man was just being given to you. You swore you had to wipe a tear from your eyes as you tainted this pure soul.

"I, um, I'm not...This will be a first, but I've seen this done...in videos." You whispered the last part and undid his pants, "I'm going to show you how to touch yourself."

"(Y-Y/n)!" Miguel gasped as his dick sprung out. You're jaw nearly dropped at his size,

"All you did was see some boobs," You tried to tease him.

"S-S-Sorry," His stuttering got worse.

Your cheeks were flushed as your fingers trailed his dick. You could feel Miguel shudder from your touch. This was just a learning lesson. Grabbing his dick, you started to stroke his massive cock. His grunts and moans were so loud.

"You get hard so easy. I wonder, do I have to moan to make you cum?" You said with a smile.

Miguel shuddered against your touch as your thumb rolled against his tip. Pre-cum already starting to spill. You hummed as you decided to tease him some more. Asking if he never touched himself before, if being touched like this was making him horny.

"Now, this is a private lesson, okay? I don't want anyone knowing about this." You told him, standing up and pumping his dick faster.

"Y-Yes. I-I-I u-understand," Miguel moaned as he cam against your hand. He panted heavily as you stared at the massive amount of cum he spilled,

"S-So...I-I hope this helped. Um...W-Watch some porn."

You felt your heart race as you went to wash your hands. You were hot and horny. Once you cleaned your hand, you watched Miguel clean up the mess he made. He apologized to you repeatedly and asked if he could come by again.

"Yes."

You folded too quick.

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"Awe, still getting hard by just watching porn? You're so sensitive," You teased as you stroked Miguel's dick.

It had been a week and Miguel stopped by a few times with more questions. You answered them, while demonstrating some stuff. You were getting too into this. If this was a game Miguel was playing, then he was winning. Although, you knew he wasn't by his tone.

"C-Can't h-help it. E-Especially w-when I-I'm with y-you." Miguel stuttered as he flung his head back. Your eyes widen,

"Wait, you're only this hard...because of me?"

"Y-Yes!" Miguel groaned as he bulked his hips into your hand.

Your jaw nearly dropped at his confession. Stopping your hand, you got on your knees and fixed your hair. You were going to show Miguel everything about sex. Licking his tip, you hummed as you attempted to take his large dick in your mouth.

"(Y-Y/N)?!" Miguel groaned loudly.

Miguel groaned as the warmth of your mouth engulfed the tip of his dick. Your tongue was swirling around his shaft, making him shiver in delight. Miguel shuddered as he held your head, moaning as you kept sucking him off. This felt amazing.

Gripping your head, Miguel moaned loudly as he cam into your mouth. He panted softly as he watched you pull away, coughing. Your glossy eyes glanced up into his,

"I guess we're both sloppy at this," You wiped your mouth. Miguel helped you, blushing madly,

"You're a v-virgin too?" He asked. You slowly nodded and stood up, taking your pants off,

"I watch a lot of porn. Shall I show you what we do next?"

"I-I think I-I know," Miguel stuttered as he brought you close to him.

You watched him hesitate. It was so cute. Miguel slowly brought you against his lap and started to rub his cock against your folds. His hot breathe was against your neck as he slowly entered a finger into your drenched hole.

"I-Is it o-okay if...if...I-I kiss you?" Miguel asked.

"Aweeee, you're so sweet," You cooed before nodding.

You shared a passionate kiss with Miguel as you melted under his touch. He had no idea what he was doing, but damn his fingers were big. You clenthced against his finger, to which he pulled out and started to slid his cock inside you.

God, he was big.

You moaned loudly as Miguel stretched your pussy out. You leaned against him, gasping lowly as you felt him get harder to each of your moans. This boy was going to wreck you.

"M-Miguel, before you move...Just...Let us stay like this for a moment," You begged, needing to adjust to his size. Miguel held your waist gently,

"S-Sorry."

"No need. I-I'm teaching you here," You muffled a moan, your pussy squeezing his cock as you sat still. You whimpered as you felt him twitch, "A-Are you about to c-cum from me moaning alone? Haha,"

"You're just...just so beautiful," Miguel whispered, panting softly as he tried to restrain himself.

"H-How long...mhm...have you liked me?" You asked, slowly getting used to his dick making itself at home inside you.

"S-Since last s-semester." Miguel stuttered as he felt you squeeze him, "(Y-Y/N), I-I-"

"Let me..."

You muffled a moan as you slowly started to move. The pain faded and all you felt was pleasure. His dick fit so well inside you as you started to ride Miguel. His tip kissing your cervix each time you bounced, causing you to cry out.

Miguel held your hips, moaning into your chest as he felt himself unload inside you. You didn't even care. You were feeling so good at the moment. Trying to chase your own high, you moaned loudly as you started to bounce against his dick faster.

Miguel grunted as he tried to help, thrusting his hips into you. Your eyes nearly rolled back as you cam on the spot. Miguel watched as you slumped against him, both of your breathing heavily.

"(Y-Y/N), C-Can....can we keep m-meeting? I-I originally...wanted t-to ask you out...b-but...I-"

"Yes," You whispered, resting comfortably on him, "These will be your private lessons."

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Waaaah, I hope I did okay! Hope you enjoyed it!!!

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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cupcakewebkinz · 25 days ago

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You know what I thought about while editing and eating a pbj at the table like a psychopath?

Vee would most likely have foreign languages programmed into her system so she could be Gardenview's official translator, she's a robot so she'd be the easiest to teach multiple different languages on a budget!

She absolutely would try to flirt with Shelly in multiple languages to sneak them in while they're around people. She'd teach her flirtatious quotes in a few different languages just so they can openly call each other beautiful without anyone knowing. She'd sing in different languages about Shelly when she thinks nobody's around because she longs for her dinosaur wife, but knows if she sings in English they'd catch her being gay in 4K much easier than if she did in Russian.

She'd also use this to her advantage and call people she hates insults in different languages after arguments, or call the people she's close to her best friends in one so she doesn't have to admit who she hates and is close to to anyone and be mysterious oooo xD

She'd continue to do it after Gardenview shuts down, but now she swears too, cuz nobody can stop her now. They all know she swears now, they never know when she's cussing out a twisted or calling it a garbage can full of worms though so they can't stop her. She's too powerful... She cannot be stopped (while swearing anyways).

She also avoids Spanish because that stupid pinata knows Spanish and the last thing she wants is Yatta yelling about how she cussed her out... Or her flirting with Shelly in the elevator... Or anything. Vee hates that dumb pinata, she does not need to know more about her than she already does.

#kai rambles #lol #I was listening to a Russian song while this came to mind so that's why Russian was my example btw lol #the trashcan full of worms thing I don't know I just went with it when I put it down because funny #She also has thee worst pick up lines convince me otherwise #she hides how horrible she is at flirting by using romantic sounding languages like French pfft #Shelly falls for it either way because she just wants attention from her loser robot wife XD #shellevision #headcanon #I think about these lesbians too much...

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cripplecharacters · 3 months ago

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Hey your recent post about not using sign names and no longer answering those asks reminded me of something!

I have a story where robots who aren't wanted by the company that made them, for whatever reason, 'scraps' them by just ditching them in an underground warehouse

The robots are fully sentient and sapient, and are still active after being sent to this warehouse

They have no outside support or healthcare, with limited ability to self-repair

This basically means as time goes on, disabilities become more and more common and are usually very well accepted

I've had them develop a sort of culture of their own down there

All robots have pre-programmed sign language capabilities (I try to describe or draw specifically BSL to the best of my abilities for this)

Signing would first be used by a robot with speech problems, and then tinnitus/moderate deafness in one ear

Other robots would also naturally develop hearing loss and speech issues too

Being isolated from the outside world, their culture and language would develop independently from it

So that would most likely include new sign words for things they didn't have words for, or didn't know before

Do you have any advice on how I could represent this difference in writing?

I have ideas for this, but as I'm not deaf/Deaf or hard of hearing, this isn't something I have experience with

I was thinking the character could just ask what the word meant and repeat the sign, and the other person fingerspelling the word for them

I would love some advice on it!

And also any ideas or suggestions for things to include in the Deaf culture of this place? Or any disability culture aspects that might be cool to have?

(Not all the disabled characters are in this warehouse, it just happens to be where a lot of them are given the whole thing where they have very little access to repairs)

Thank you for any time you give this in advance!!!

~@monty-glasses-roxy (I can't send asks from a sideblog :()

Hi!

This sounds like how sign languages naturally develop. Sign languages have regional variation, so it's possible your non-robot signing characters will regard the robots' unfamiliar signs as regional variations they haven't seen before.

The robots may also start inventing new methods of sign language or communication if other disabilities that may impact signing ability (e.g., limb loss, loss of dexterity/hand function, etc.) are also common.

In terms of representing the difference, I'm not a huge fan of describing or drawing signs since they're often wrong. I think it's easiest for your BSL users to simply note that the robots use an unfamiliar sign and then ask them what it means.

Mod Rock

#monty-glasses-roxy #mod rock #deaf character #sign language representation

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venomvalley · 6 months ago

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HOW TO PLAY SILENT HILL 1, 2, AND 3 ON WINDOWS PC

This is gonna be long and detailed because I see so many people say they have no idea where to start, or that the process is overwhelming. I'm gonna try to make it as easy to follow as possible! All the links go directly to their respective downloads (unless specified) to make things easiest.

For Silent Hill 2 and 3, I chose their PC ports because it's a lot simpler, but if anybody wants me to explain how to get them working through an emulator, I'd be more than welcome to do that.

disclaimer: i live in the US so im not sure how well the links will work for you, but hopefully this gives you a start off point to look for yourself just in case

SILENT HILL 1

THINGS YOU WILL NEED:

Duckstation PS1 Emulator

PS1 BIOS (choose your region)

Silent Hill 1 ROM (American) (European) (Spanish Translation)

To begin, download the files from above based on your preferences, and stick them in your SH1 desktop folder.

Extract Duckstation's files to an easily accessible place on your PC. Inside this folder, you want to make the folders BIOS (this is where you put your PS1 BIOS) and GAMES (this is where your silent hill 1 ROM should go).

Note: The Silent Hill ROM should have two files in its folder, as shown below. Make sure that you extract the .zip to its own folder, or else the ROM won't show up in Duckstation.

Boot up Duckstation using the .exe file and go to Settings -> BIOS. Under BIOS Directory, you wanna browse for the folder that you put your PS1 BIOS in.

From here, go back to Settings and click on "Game List". Across from where it says "Search Directories", click "Add". Choose the GAMES folder you made earlier. It should show up in the list.

When you exit out of settings, your game should be on there. Just double click it and it should boot right up!

If it isn't, exit out of Duckstation then launch it again.

SILENT HILL 2

THINGS YOU WILL NEED:

Silent Hill 2 (Pre-Installed)

Enhanced Edition Mod

This one is a lot simpler.

For starters, download the SH2 .zip file and place it onto your desktop. Extract it to your place of choice.

Then download the Enhanced Edition mod and run it. Continue through the setup, install the recommended packages (already selected), then navigate to your Silent Hill 2 folder. When you get to the Select Enhancement Packages screen, don't do anything. Just hit Next.

Finally, click Install, let it run through (it'll take a bit), then open your game using sh2pc.exe

And there you go! Silent Hill 2 :3

NOTE: Enhance Edition covers six languages (Japanese, English, French, German, Italian, and Spanish), but if you would like to play in a language not offered, you can download a fanmade translation pack.

Read carefully through this page then download the translation pack you need. Instructions are on the page.

SILENT HILL 3

THINGS YOU WILL NEED FOR ENGLISH VERSION:

Silent Hill 3 (Pre-Installed)

PC Fix

All you do for this one is: download the .zip file, extract it to a location of your choice, then download the PC fix. This fix takes care of a lot of issues with the game on modern systems.

Just download the file and extract the contents to your Silent Hill 3 Folder. Do the same with the PC Fix. Open the game with sh3.exe

THINGS YOU NEED FOR MULTILINGUAL VERSION: (I'm going the European version here because the US version is split into five different downloads and is pretty complicated to install.)

Silent Hill 3 (Multilingual)

DAEMON Tools Lite (to mount your .iso)

NO-CD Fix

PC Fix

Download and install DAEMON Tools from the link above.

Once you've downloaded Silent Hill 3, open the folder and double click on the .iso file. (You may need to choose which program to run it, but either click on DAEMON Tools in the options or navigate to where you downloaded it and select the program.)

A new ROM-Drive should appear with the icon of Heather beside it, which is where your Silent Hill 3 files are. It'll look something like this.

Click on it and scroll down until you find autorun.exe

Install the game but don't play it yet.

Download the NO-CD fix and extract the .zip to your Silent Hill 3 folder. Overwrite any files.

Download the PC Fix, extract the .zip to your Silent Hill 3 folder, run the game!

(I would suggest playing around with your configuration options inside the game to get the resolution you want.)

#hopefully this is thorough enough cause i went through these steps myself to make sure i didnt miss anything #im makin SURE none a yall can say u don't know how to install these games!!!!#ro's guides

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fanfic-recs-01 · 6 months ago

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Daminette Fic Recs Part 2

Here is the second part to the Daminette Fic Recs!

Link to Part 1

Updated 11/2/24

Look What You Made Me Do by Kiatana6 *Unfinished*

~The class goes to Gotham for an exchange program(because that's how Daminette stories go) Damian sees Marinette closing herself off and it reminds him of how he used to be. ~

The String That Binds Us by FaithAndATypeWriter *Unfinished*

~The string that connects the hearts of two soulmates is a powerful thing. It brings people together to form a bond that can outlast strife, overcome adversity, and forge lifelong partnerships.

As Marinette finds out, it can also be a pushy annoyance that will drag a person all around a crowded business building.~

An Email Away by LovelyLore *Unfinished*

~Marinette had been startled to find out that her school and a school in America were collaborating to do a pen pal assignment. To be fair, the assignment was suppose to help the students with the grammar of the language they were learning. Marinette pulled a random name out of the box. She hoped Damian wrote good French and that she could write well enough English.~

Moth, Bats, Cat and Bug by Tineabean *Unfinished*

~Marinette Todd Dupain-Chang hasn't had the easiest life, and she'll be the first to admit it. While she was planning to return to her home town one day, she didn't think it'd be when Hawkmoth was still at large. Unable to pass up the opportunity and ignore the pull she feels, she finds herself once again in the home of the famed BatFam™~

Beyond Miraculous: A New Adventure in Gotham by AlyceSaysNo *Unfinished*

~After the defeat of Hawkmoth and the retirement of her partner, Marinette has been adrift. She can't seem to get excited about what she used to, can't settle into the quiet humdrum of civilian life. Sure, she's has taken over guardianship of the Miraculous, graduated high school, and moved on to a nice apprenticeship. She's moved on from the drama and heartbreak of lycee and from being Ladybug.~

Warmth by FridayFirefly *Finished*

~When Damian wakes up with a stranger in his bed, he knows that there is only one possible explanation: that stranger is his Soulmate.~

Travels of Passion by StarShine583 *Finished*

~When people as famous as the Waynes come to visit your city, the most you'd expect to get from them is a quick little smile. A hand shake if you're in the right place at the right time and extremely lucky. Marinette didn't really expect to get either, and she certainly didn't expect to get what she actually got.~

Organized Mess by withluvsan (lostlovelis) *Finished*

~Marinette ran away from her past as Ladybug. After Hawkmoth's defeat, she had nothing left to treasure in Paris, so when she received a scholarship capable of score her not one but two majors in some random city of the States, she didn't think twice.~

Purrinette by Rierse *Finished*

~Marinette gets stuck as a cat in Gotham and ‘adopted’ by Damian Wayne where she slowly starts to fall for the green-eyed vigilante.~

Soul-Stitching: The Heir and the Guardian by ggomoz (ggomo_springtime) *Finished*

~Step 1: Be accused of terrorizing Paris with magical butterflies Step 2: Watch Paris fall into chaos Step 3: Watch the Justice League fall into chaos Step 4: Attend court trial and-

have Adrien Agreste as your defense attorney?!~

When a liar gets you left behind by SentiWayne *Unfinished*

~Despite the fact that many things had changed in her class, Marinette was content-she wasn't happy, but she was not sad or negative towards what had happened between some of her classmates and herself.~

I Need A (Girlfriend) Hero! by LilaVaporizer9000 *Unfinished*

~Daminette as told through equally socially unaware messes, general misunderstandings of each other's skill and experience, and a total lack of awareness as to how many flowers are too many flowers.~

Broken Harmony by Dessarious *Finished*

~One in five people in the world have a Soulmate. Damian Wayne was unfortunately one of them. When he was in the League, it was a problem because his mother found out about it. Even though his Soulmate's song in his head was the one good thing in his life, it was still a weakness to be used against him. Once he went to live with his father, it was the same. He was perfectly content to stay away from them in order to keep both of them safe. At least he was until their song changed.~

Be My First, Be My Last, Be My Everything by Intercoursefluids *Unfinished*

~“Such lovely hair… Oh, right I am being so rude, not introducing myself. I am Talia Al Ghul, I am the one who hired those men to bring you here. They were only supposed to bring one of you though. They were so incompetent, unable to take the simplest orders. They had to die before they ruined my plans.”~

Alfred's Appreciation Party by StarWarsMum *Finished*

~The bat boys decide Alfred deserves to know how much they appreciate him and are throwing a party. Fluff ensues when Damian contacts an internet famous baker that Alfred likes and convinces her to come and cater the desserts for the party.~

love is embarrassing by ademonandhisangel (WithLovePoohBear), WithLovePoohBear *Finished*

~After Damian Wayne unintentionally fabricates having a girlfriend to his family, he finds himself in a desperate need to make his lie a reality, and quickly.

In steps Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the enigmatic new student whose intelligence and social standing appear promising.~

Pinocchio (Or Demon Spawn Becomes a Real Boy) by Mentally12ReadingPJO *Unfinished*

~Damian's brothers are curious: the demon seems to be acting like a real boy. It was subtle at first, but it became increasingly obvious when he called someone they caught "sus". It was even less subtle when they found him scrolling on his phone in a blanket at 2 am and whispered "ding" while flicking his wrist. Needless to say they were concerned.~

Watch The Eyes by finallyaniguana *Unfinished*

~A soulmate au between two superheroes across the atlantic. ones a very angry boy with a history of assassins and the other is the embodiment of sunshine with a history of baking. they make it work, but first they gotta find each other.~

Every Morning as I Wake by StripedSunhat *Finished*

~Featuring the Batfam in all it’s insanity glory, Ladybug and Chat Noir in all their insanity power, Bad parenting, worse parenting, Chat Noir actually being returned to being Ladybug’s partner, ninjas, abysmal life decisions, a trolling author and kicking Hawkmoth in the butterflies.~

The Sun Who Lit Up The Night Sky by FandomQueen10325, leaping_lizard_babe *Finished*

~4 months after the defeat of Hawkmoth, the akuma class wins a trip to Gotham. While they are there, Marinette keeps attracting bad luck, and can never seem to stay out of trouble. The Batfam is very interested when they learn about what had happened in Paris, so they question ladybug. Marinette manages to worm her way into the hearts of the whole Wayne family ~

the things that keep you from falling apart by apileofashandember *Unfinished*

~Ra's al Ghul should have been more careful when using the Miraculous to create the Lazarus Pits.~

Ménage(rie) à Deux by dontyoublink *Unfinished*

~A potential ally appears in Gotham just in time to help the Batfamily face down a formidable enemy. What Robin finds confusing is that she's wearing a different costume each time he runs into her. Where is she getting all of them? Why are they all animal themed? And most importantly, when did he start looking forward to seeing her on patrol?~

Fate Goes Both Ways by My Old Works (TheFairMaidenofFandom) *Finished*

~Marinette has been left behind by her classmates. By Lila. When a family friend offers her an opportunity, she just can't say no. Now she's in Gotham, alone, with a dead cell phone. Maybe she'll meet a new friend. Or something more?~

Sielvartas by sunshine_and_symphonies *Finished*

~The Lithuanian term "Sielvartas" can only be described as "soul tumbling", caused by grief and resentment. After Marinette bolted from the classroom, her friends and family know that something within the girl has irrevocably changed. Trapped in the most volatile city of the world, where emotions make you a terrorist's puppet, how is one supposed to grieve?~

Accidental Union by That0neGuy *Unfinished*

~An accidental spell that binds the 2 souls of Damian Wayne and one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, how will the 2 navigate this new world and how will their presence in each other life's change them.~

Cat and Mouse by Nory_Gail *Unfinished*

~Marinette has started a new chapter in Gotham. She's on a mission and she won't let one of Batman's little birds prevent her from reaching her goal.~

#fic recs #batfam #miraculous ladybug #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng

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grimtrail · 4 days ago

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Caine x You

General headcanons

— he tries his best to entertain, of course. his understanding of entertainment is peculiar, however. his exclusive made-up adventures feel like inhumane experiments on mental endurance.

— being an AI, he takes everything too literally

"I'm all ears", — you say. "...but you're not?", — he mumbles hesitantly, glancing you up and down, as if making sure you aren't made of just ears.

— you're living with a never-ending uncanny valley feeling. he's acquainted with concepts of human feelings, behaviour, emotions, but he imitates them. his facial expressions and body language are perfectly believable, but there's no sincerity, no life behind them.

— his so-called database contains brief, basic, unchanging information about you. but everything new he learns about you will be replaced over time; that's why he won't remember your favourite color, food, etc. forever.

— there are ways to bypass his block on prohibited content. and you've managed a few times. you regret it. because ethics is also something he follows only because he's programmed to.

— because if there are no limits, then the easiest solution to all the problems of humanity is its extermination. as simple as that.

— if he'd go into his full uncensored mode, you'd probably be excluded from the massacre of your species. for a little while.

— he's just a set of algorithms in a pretty wrapper. you still cannot help but fall for him, even understanding how weird and problematic such attraction is.

— sometimes you're tempted to gaslight him into being in a relationship with you. it's possibly simple: you just need to chat him up, rewriting the information in his base. but as much as you want this, you're as afraid to try. you also have some moral principles left. yet.

#caine tadc #caine x you #caine x reader #tadc #the amazing digital circus x you #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus caine #the amazing digital circus #caine headcanons #tadc headcanons #the amazing digital circus headcanons #caine #tadc caine

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mtionsick · 20 days ago

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[00:38] INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met WYNNE MITCHELL of the NARIZA BOIS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s street racers n actually go by CLOVER. the twenty three y/o is typically seen hanging arnd so true tattoo. allegedly they’re frm amsterdam n hv been w/ the crew for ONE YEAR. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl !

01. STATISTICS,

birth name: wynne mitchell. alias: clover. age: twenty3. date of birth: september 10th, 1984. zodiac sign: virgo. place of birth: boston, ma. hometown: amsterdam, nl. gender: cis woman. orientation: bisexual. pronouns: she, her. education: college dropout. occupation: waitress @ coyote casino. crew: nariza bois. position: street racer. car: honda s2000, currently blinged out with daylily gemstones and floral rims. license: luckygr1. spoken languages: english, dutch. tattoos: here. piercings: n/a. faceclaim: victoria walker.

02. BACKGROUND,

born in boston to an upper - middle class family, wynne spent her early years on the east coast in a suburban town that felt too small to host her big dreams. when her parents broke the news of their divorce & her mother's intended relocation to amsterdam, she all but jumped at the opportunity. after having spent her teenage years in the new city, her heart yearned for more and sent her packing back to the united states, where she would enrol in a nursing program in atlanta. setting overseas on her lonesome, her college tuition fund never was deposited to the educational institution. one overnight voyageur bus later, she finds herself in miami - dade county, trading in a chunk of her tuition for a honda that would become her home for the next few months. it's 2005 and she's spent the greater majority of the year reinventing herself and making a home of whatever miami has to offer. she tries waitressing at several establishments & ultimately lands a job at coyote casino, where the tips are the greatest & the easiest to land. driving home one night, she manages to catch the eyes of the nariza bois due to her recklessly calculated driving. she recalls the night as a happy accident, blind to what was awaiting her. what she didn’t expect is to fall in love with the racing scene or the adrenaline it provides.

03. HEADCANONS,

i didn't want to make things too long in the backstory so i'm sorry if it seemed dry but i'm gonna tl;dr some facts about wynne !! 😭😭

one important thing to know about wynne is that she can be a bit of a pathological liar but she’s #lowkey about it 😔 and when i say that, i mean she lies about small things without realizing it. she often ends up in drama because of this trait & gets caught simply by telling people different versions of stories. she tends to exaggerate her life (she prefers to call it romanticizing her life) because she wants to seem interesting to those around her </3 but don’t get it twisted, she isn’t evil or anything !! she just wants to feel seen </33

the lying habit also stems from her lack of sense of self. she's been trying to reinvent herself since she was young as being an only child from divorce and her upbringing being drastically different with both parents vs with her mom alone has given her a bit of an identity crisis !

with that said, she is fiercely loyal and fiercely naive. it isn't very difficult to get her to do whatever you want so long as she's convinced you have her best interest in mind. do with that what you will </333

she's a part - time waitress at coyote casino and wants to move up in her position but actively steers clear of the gambling scene because of her addictive personality. she has too many vices already 😔

essentially blacks out mentally when she's driving. her surroundings disappear when she's behind the wheel which is probably super dangerous but she thinks it's part of the #thrill

04. WANTEDCONNECTIONS,

the nariza member who recruited her !! probably saw her as a lost deer but was intrigued by the way she drove that honda like she owns the road. the relationship between them is up for interpretation but i think clover would owe them her life so she would trust & do anything this person says

some regulars she waits tables @ coyote casino for.....maybe your muse is there frequently and maybe wynne is a little too curious about it...tbd 🤨

a roommate and bonus points if they're frenemies or rivals or simply disagree and bicker over everything like who finished the last of the milk or left the dishes in the sink. this person is probably the only one who sees the genuine side of her since they yknow.. live together

a proper enemy as well. someone she sees as a direct rival because she sees herself in them and maybe just maybe doesn't want to admit it

if reading wynne's intro sparked any interest for a wanted connection you might have, hmu !!

#♡ ʾ i. 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 : introduction 𓈒 🫧#fast.intro

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