#thank you mr. game freak. more please

[vulturevanity]

I just wanna say. I love that everyone commits to the Explorers' disguise names. Even Liko, who has no reason to, is like "ok you're annoying but I'm not gonna deadname you... Sandwich."

[angxlofvenus]

hi, hi, hi! could I request the brothers + diavolo during a meeting together when their s/o (the mc) starts to doze off and then suddenly faint? Turns out, the MC forgot to drink water that day-

That happened to mr a few days ago, it wasn't fun - so here's a reminder for you to drink some water too :')

Thank you so much for the request!!! I am so so sorry to hear that happened, I hope you're doing better <3 If anything in this post seems insensitive please let me know! Have a wonderful rest of your day/night

Genre: Mostly fluff, Some Hurt/Comfort Ship: Demon Brother+Diavolo x reader (individual) TW: Minimal cussing, mentions of fainting, mass panic, yelling, second person pov for reader (If I missed anything please tell me!!)

When You Faint

You watched as the clock slowly ticked by the minutes as the Demons around you spoke amongst themselves, Your talking had slowly come to a stop as the room started to spin, Some of the men looked at you strangely but nobody expected you to fall out of your chair and onto the council room floor...

Lucifer

He's immediately up out of his chair

Oh lord, he’s now fully in mother mode-

Barking orders at everyone, Yes this includes Dia

As soon as he gets over to you his wings are out, shielding you from everyone else

Once you come to, He isn’t letting you out of his sight

And once he finds out you fainted because of dehydration? 

He would so buy you one of those big ass waterbottles 

One of these mfs

Mammon

Freaking out pt. 1

Definitely hootin’ and hollering

He is indeed making a scene

Won’t really be on you until after you wake up because he knows Lucifer and Diavolo can do more for you then he can

After you have awoken though? He isn’t letting you out of his sight

You don’t have to worry about remembering to drink water, He’s there to remind you now!

Humans are such fragile creatures and now that he's seen that firsthand, He will barely let you do anything

He will make sure you are healthy whether you like it or not dammit

Levi

Freaks out pt. 2

Somehow freaking out even more then Mammon

He doesn’t know what to do! He leaves his room one time and this is what happens!

Will kind of just stand there in shock as everyone erupts into chaos

He isn’t the best example of someone who looks after their body lets be honest

But when ya’ll are gaming You’ll start to see some more healthy options popping up in the mix of chips and soda

He will beat himself up over not noticing, Please comfort this man before he decides you resent him

He won’t ever really bring it up but rest assured, It will never happen again

Satan

Would also run to your aid

He has read a lot of medical books in his time, He knows what to do

Would take you to a doctor afterwards, just in case

Kind of beats himself up for being unaware of your condition

I don’t think he’d freak out as badly after the incident, He knows it was probably a one time thing

Will bring up in conversation casually if you’ve eaten and drank water today, just to be sure

Asmo

Screams

Freaks out pt. 3

Yelling at Lucifer/Satan to do something!

Will be all over you as soon as you’re awake

Don’t scare him like that! 

Will get extra pouty when he learns why you passed out

Has Ya’lls self-care sessions meant nothing to you?!

No more of that, not on his watch

He will offer you water at random times throughout the day

Studying? Water! Watching Tv? Water! Sleeping? Water! no, no, Beauty sleep is important

Beel

Doesn’t knows what's happening, Why are you on the floor?

Will stand on the sidelines concerningly as he watches Lucifer take over, He trusts his brother to help you

Will also feel immense guilt he didn’t see the signs, He just wants to keep everyone safe 🙁

When he thinks Ya’ll are doing something too straining for a human, He’ll stop to ask if you’re okay/ need a break

Will start carrying around a water bottle specifically for you 

Belphie

He totally wasn’t sleeping when it happened, nope

Woke up to his brothers and the Prince of the Devildom freaking out around you

I don’t think he’d really get too involved with helping since he doesn’t actually know wtf just happened

If you don’t immediately perk back up, He’s gonna cuss out Lucifer and maybe try to fight him

Gets a little snappy at everyone (except you ofc) after the incident

He even started to set alarms on your DDD as reminders to drink water

Will tease you just a teeny bit, But you can tell how worried the entire thing actually makes him

Diavolo

Was over to you in record time

Commands everyone to step back from you while he calls Barbatos and a royal doctor

You will be given the best treatment don't worry

He thinks he's being very sneaky about making you drink more water He is so obvious about it, it hurts

You will definitely notice how Barbatos now almost immediately refills your glass as soon as it’s half full

Another one to openly ask if you’ve drank enough water that day

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I just know wade would be asking u to grind ur teeth down on it...i just know it....

hi anon ur so right wade actually has you do insane shit to him dick biting is just the BEGINNING‼️😮‍💨 and the first time he suggests it you’re mortified 😭 you’re giving him that gawk gawk 3000 typhoon top but he’s still kinda soft 😰 you’re lowkey worried feeling self-conscious about your head game until he cups your face and swipes his thumb across your cheek

“can i ask you a weird question?”

when you’re having sex with wade wilson, this could lead to literally anything. “does this bump on my nutsack look different than usual?”, “what’s your stance on the death penalty?”, “did i ever tell you about that time i got my dick stuck in the toaster?” you brace yourself for whatever batshit insanity is about to slide out of his mouth.

“yeah, go for it.”

“can you use your teeth on it? just, like… keep doing what you’re doing, please, it’s fucking amazing. i just want a little more texture.”

huh?! is he for real?! but you’ve worked so hard to NOT do that! years of toiling in the dick-sucking mines has trained that right out of you, and he wants you to throw all that away? why?! “uh… are you sure?”

he just laughs in response

“aw, you’re so cute! so sweet, worrying about me like that! think about it. why would i ask for this if i didn’t want you to do it, stupid boy?”

…y’know what? fair enough. you close your teeth around his shaft and cheese grater up and down the length of his throbbing, bumpy cock.

“OH~! fuck, just like THAT, baby, YES~! mmm… fu-u-ck, that’s perfect… like… like you’re trying to bite the batter off a corndog, baby, there you go…”

and when i say it gets worse from there i mean it gets WORSE!!!! like he’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking dinner.

“hey, slutter-butter, you got a minute?”

“uh… yeah, actually!” you put down the knife you were about to use to chop an onion, and spin around to face him. “haven’t really started yet, what’s—“

he’s holding a strap-on.

“yes, hi, this is wade wilson, i’ve got an appointment for a prostate exam at 4PM?”

you smirk and saunter towards him, eager to play along with this spontaneous bit, “hmm… i’m not seeing you on our records, mr. wilson. are you sure it was scheduled for today?”

“i’m not sure, actually. i’ve made that mistake before. but this clinic takes walk-ins, right?”

“yes we do, sir, but today’s been pretty busy.” you wrap your fingers around his on the silicone shaft and pull him into you. “but i’ll see if i can squeeze in you.”

wade bounces and squees with joy and hands you the strap. you don’t even get it all the way on your hips before he’s bending over. onto the stove. where you were preheating a cast-iron skillet.

“oh, shit, WADE—!”

“what?” he stares at you blankly, holding the hot pan you were about to use. he’s silent for a moment, then two, and then it clicks. “oh!” he sets the pan down in the sink, claps his hands together, then points at you. “forgot you’re a normie! logan fucks me over the stove all the time. doesn’t really matter for us, since we’re freaks of nature and third degree burns just tickle us psychosexually, but, uh… would you… wanna try it? do a little flambé action? roasted wade wilson breasts? i promise, it’s fun. it makes me moan like a coked-up whore late on rent.”

you snort at his stupid comparison, and it actually puts your mind at ease a bit. it doesn’t surprise you that him and logan get up to this kinda thing when you’re not around. in fact, you’re actually flattered to be allowed to take part in it. to take advantage of him like this.

“fuck it. bend over, you fucking weirdo masochist.”

“yippee! yay! thank you, daddy!!!”

wade eagerly yanks his shorts down, widens his stance, and slams his bare chest onto the glowing red burner. his leathery skin sizzles with the smell of cooked human flesh.

“ooooh, that feels so fucking good on my right nipple… lemme roll a little, get the other side, ah~! oh-h-h, it hurts so fucking good!!!”

you get into position behind him, but he holds his hand out backwards to halt you.

“wait! one more thing!”

he reaches over and grabs the gigantic chef’s knife, freshly sharpened and pristine, that you had lying on the cutting board next to a soon-to-be mutilated onion, and offers it to you.

“jam this through my palm when i say i’m getting close. that’s the finishing move. have me spraying a whole little league team out my dick.”

[magicmanii]

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can i pretty please request a rin x gn reader where rin is hopelessly down bad for them? (like he runs to pay for anything they want and gets grumpy/petty if reader insists/pays or runs to open doors for them and is honestly just all around pathetically in love)

BEACHY LOVE

🌺 It's been… like 7 months since my best friend has requested this.. I hope you enjoy…

🌺 It might be a little ooc Rin? Disgustingly in love Rin!!! Rin is a cutie patootie in this!!! Isagi is a little freaked out.. Also I haven't read bllk in a minute so I'm going off of what I know.. THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

🌺GN READER‼️‼️‼️

🌺 WORD COUNT: 1,204

Isagi has seen a lot of weird stuff since he's become a famous soccer player.

He's seen fans flash their favorite players in a weird attempt to get their attention, he's seen opponents lose their shit after losing a match, he's even seen his own teammates get weird while playing a game. He can't really say anything about that though…

But what he's never seen before; in his seventeen years of life, is Rin Itoshi, one of the best soccer players in Japan (and also notably one of the most cold and standoffish) rubbing sunscreen into someone else's back.

I mean— helping someone with something without glaring at them or complaining!?

A shiver ran up Isagi's spine.

This couldn't be Rin. This had to be an imposter.

Rin would never willingly do something for someone unless—

Another shiver ran up Isagi's spine. A mysterious apple also fell on his head.

Unless… they were his partner!

Wait. No, he's getting too ahead of himself. Rin, Mr— “I have a stick shoved up my ass constantly” would never be able to pull someone! Especially someone so beautiful!

But then that brought him back to his original question. If this wasn't his partner, who was it!?

Before isagi could question Rin's and this mysterious person's relationship anymore, a monotonous voice broke him out of his stupor.

“Hey, NPC, can you move? You're standing right in front of the door.” said soccer player grumbled out while glaring daggers down at the now sweating Isagi.

“Oh! —” Isagi quickly moved out of the way of the entrance to the shaved ice hut. “Sorry.”

Rin walked in without even sparing isagi another word or glance, clearly focusing more on his task than his rival.

Now that Rin was closer, Isagi could get a look at his attire. And let me tell you. Isagi could feel himself getting traumatized again.

I mean— how couldn't he!? Rin was wearing neon blue swim trunks with flamingos and palm trees on it while also wearing a pair of pineapple sunglasses!

Who was this!?

“Do you have a staring problem, NPC?” Rin coldly asked when he felt Isagi's burning gaze on his back.

“What are you wearing?” Isagi boldly snapped back, not caring if he got a death glare because of it.

“swim trunks.”

“Wha— no kidding! I could tell that much! But why are you wearing ones with flamingo print on them!? And what's with the sunglasses!?” He questioned while pointing at the offending male.

Slowly, Very slowly, maybe it was intentional on how slow he was turning; Rin turned around to face Isagi, his expression far from a welcoming one.

In actuality, if looks could kill, Isagi would be, not 6ft, but 30ft underground!

“if you have such a problem with what I'm wearing maybe you should pluck your eyeballs out.” he spat out before turning back around and grabbing two snow cones from the smiling cashier.

“You should learn how to mind your business, NPC.” was the final thing Rin said to isagi, the pro soccer player shoving his way past the shorter and stomping his way out the hut.

It wouldn't take long before Rin would make it to his partner again. His partner in question looking up at their boyfriend with a questioning gaze.

“Rinnie? What's with the face?” They questioned while reaching out for the snow cone they requested, saying a small “Thank you” as they watched the other sit down on the ground like a pouting child.

“I ran into isagi.” He simply said, his blue eyes staring daggers into the poor snow cone in his grasp.

“So?” Y/N shrugged, looking at Rin with a questionable gaze.

“He had a problem with what I was wearing.”

“So what'd you say?”

“I told him he could pull his eyeballs out if he hated my outfit that much.”

“Aww Rinnie! You like the outfit I picked out for you that much!?” Y/N cooed while lovingly pinching their boyfriend's cheek.

Rin let out a soft grunt but didn't push Y/N away.

“You know, if you like the outfits I pick out for you that much, you should let me pick out all your outfits!” Y/N offered with a cheeky smile

Rin looked at his partner for a moment, his eyes softly gazing at their features: their bright eyes, their pretty smile, their soft hair..

Rin looked away from them with another grunt.

“No way.” He quietly said, a soft, almost unnoticeable blush on his face.

“What!? Why not!?” Y/N whined, a childish pout on their face.

“Because I said so.”

“That's not an answer!” Y/N grumbled

“Why not?” Rin teased while sticking his tongue out

“Because I said so!” They spat back with their tongue now out as well

“You're a child.” The soccer player scoffed, a small fond smile on his face at the sight of Y/N's pouting face.

This earned Rin a gentle punch from Y/N.

“You can go kiss my ass!” Y/N exclaimed before turning around and shoving a spoonful of shaved ice into their mouth.

It was quiet for a moment. All anyone would be able to hear would be the soft lapping of the ocean softly caressing the land before retreating once more, the sound of seagulls squawking away, and the gentle sound of wind brushing through the leaves of the trees.

“You know,” Rin started, successfully catching Y/N's attention.

“I have a gala coming up. You can uh..” He hesitated, a harsh blush growing on his face once more. “You can choose an outfit out for me.” he softly said.

At this, Y/N leaned in impossibly closer, their hand cupping the back of their ear as they let out an obnoxious “What was that?”. If it could, their ear would grow comically large as they waited for Rin to repeat himself.

Cursing under his breath, Rin let out a tired sigh before repeating himself.

“I said—” he started only to get cut off by Y/N grabbing his face.

“That I could pick out any outfit for you to wear to a gala!?” Y/N basically screamed in excitement, a smile running from ear to ear as they inched their face closer and closer to Rin's.

If it wasn't for the fact that his partner just ruptured his ear drums, he would've found their closeness extremely flustering.

But despite his lost hearing, he couldn't help but admire their features.

‘Damn them and their cute face…’ he silently cursed to himself.

Pushing Y/N away gently, Rin crossed his arms and averted his gaze.

“you're too loud.” He scolded, but his scolding landed on deaf ears seeing as Y/N was too busy celebrating their victory.

‘They're such a pain…’ Rin lovingly thought to himself while watching them celebrate.

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 1 - Firsts

Summary: The boys' first official practice together has a bit of a bumpy start.

Word Count: 669 (nice)

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, angst, mentions of FOI, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe.

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you don’t start on Day 1, you can still join! <3 Thanks @thisapplepielife for organizing, this event is going to be so fun!

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

There was tension in the air.

Tension and maybe a little bit of BO. It was the last stretch of summer, after all, and they were four teenage boys standing in a garage.

The setup wasn't bad though, and Mrs. Emerson had set up a card table full of snacks and drinks in the corner.

"Alright," Gareth cleared his throat awkwardly. "So do we want to eat first or should we just get right to it?"

Jeff's head turned to Eddie, immediately deferring to the leader of the band for the final say, and the other two were quick to follow suit.

And in that moment, Eddie faltered.

No matter how excited they'd all been discussing this in the cafeteria the other day, it still felt wrong. Like something was missing.

There was no Ronnie.

No Dougie.

And no more second chances when it came to his friends.

Eddie looked down at his feet and let his sneakers shuffle against the smooth concrete floor as feelings of self-doubt crashed into him.

What if he fumbled it all again? What if he let them down? What if their sound really wasn't as good as Corroded Coffin's had been the first time around? At least they had something then; this was new, this was fresh, this was different.

Even worse, what if he tried to push them to be better and they just thought he was chasing after the fame game again? Even though he'd sworn to himself that if they were going to do this, they were going to do it right.

He hadn't exactly done much to earn anyone's trust back yet; a summer wasn't gonna undo all of the bullshit he'd put his friends through.

Eddies thoughts--his fears--grew and grew until they were just a buzzing drone in his head and there was a tight, anxious grip on his heart that made him feel like he was about to pass out.

"You know," Jeff spoke up after a few short, painfully quiet moments, "the first time I picked up a guitar to play with you and Dougie and Ronnie, you told me I sucked."

Eddie's head snapped up and he watched acrooked smile grow on Jeff's face.

He remembered those early day, before Jeff was officially part of the band. He said that he wanted to learn guitar he would give anything to sit in on their practices. Showed up the next day with an old out-of-tune fender and no idea what a chord was.

"I didn't have callouses yet so I kept having to stop for a break," Jeff massaged his fingers, remembering the phantom pains. "Then I got frustrated when I wasn't getting any of the things you showed me. I almost gave up, actually. I wasn't gonna show up for the next practice, but you stopped me before I got in my mom's car. Told me that I wasn't gonna get better if I just quit."

There was a heavy emphasis on the word quit, and Eddie closed his eyes, as if his friend would stop seeing directly into his soul if he did.

"I don't know how you knew man," Jeff continued, voice laden with intention. "But you did. And look at us now."

"Still a garage band in Indiana," Eddie snorted in self-deprecation.

"Uh, we're only gonna be the best garage band Indiana has ever seen," Dave interjected. "We just...have to play some music."

Gareth let out a whoop of agreement and Eddie opened his eyes to find the three younger boys staring at him expectantly once again.

"What do you say man?" Jeff asked. "First official song of the first practice of the new Corroded Coffin. What should we play?"

And Eddie stood there for a moment, contemplating, weighing and judging his options like this was the most important decision he would make in his life.

Maybe it was.

Finally, with one last glance down to his feet, he took a breath, pulled his shoulders back, and asked,

"How well do you guys know Flight of Icarus?"

[ateriblewriter]

can you do 40 on the celly with Trevor Zegras?

thank you friend! im sorry this isn't my best work. but i hope its okay. if you don't like it, let me know. i'll rewrite because i was toying around with another idea. also i added 48 and 47 to this.

40. "Stop freaking out, you're making me freak out! And I'm the level headed one of the house!"

48. "I just need to hear your voice, you're alright?"

47. "Bring a charger next time, you scared the shit out of me."

trevor wasn't to terribly worried when he didn't notice her at the game. maybe she forgot or she got caught up at work. life happens no biggie. it wasn't the most important game in the world. it's more so she had promised to be there wearing his jersey and go out afterwards.

he figured he would find her at home on the couch snuggled underneath the fluffiest blanket watching.

"honey i'm home!" trevor stepped over the threshold of the apartment calling out for her. fully expecting to be greeted with light and warmth, maybe even the tv blaring, he actually found the place dark, cold and void of any noise.

he was so confused. where were you? this was totally unlike you not to be here. maybe you sent him a text and he missed it. checking his phone there were maybe a could of messages from the guys asking if he found you, but nothing from you. in fact it had been hours since either of you had reached out.

slight panic started setting in and a few terrible what ifs crept in.

"come on. pick up. please."

dialing her number, trevor needed to know what was going on. he had to find out if she was okay. It was of no comfort to him when the phone went straight to voicemail.

hey y/n. its me. i've been missing you all day. i just need to hear your voice, you're alright? please call me. i love you.

she was late. she was so very late.

y/n had every intention to be there but everything happened so fast and she had to make a last minute trip to the emergency room after she was done nannying for the day. that combined with the fact that she missed the entire game made her feel like a pretty shitty girlfriend. 

"i'm late. im so sorry." she watched trevor pacing back and forth nervously biting his already short finger nails. he was freaking out something. probably. she felt bad for breaking her promise. she didn’t like doing that. "trev?"

he must not have heard her since he kept pacing.

"hey stop freaking out, you're making me freak out. and im the level headed one of the house!" she effectively broke his trance by stepping in front of him, and he bumping into her.

"i'm sorry i wasn't there." he engulfed his body around yours, lifting her up.

"where were you? i was so worried." trevor asked putting her back on her feet. he was calming down, now that y/n were here.

“mrs. kearse was late, and the girls were chasing me and i slipped and apparently i broke my wrist. that’s why i have this thing.” she raised her arm to show him the lime green cast.

“oh. and I totally would have called but it didn't charge last night and amelia insisted on watching videos on it. im re-" trevor cut his girlfriend off with a kiss

"don't be sorry, it okay. just please bring a charger next time, you scared the shit out of me."

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[nethercomfies]

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[ilovetheriddler]

Ooooooohhhhhhh now I gotta ask you to get in depth about the worst aspects of a yandere AK Eddie. (Gn) reader not even really reciprocating 'cause they just see him as a friend, the riddles freaking them out, trying to leave him for at least a while, being put in a cage.. all that good stuff. A fic or headcanons please, whichever you want to do. Thanks 💚

Well, you want the worst of our dearest Eddie? I'm more than happy to oblige! I hope that you enjoy it!

Caged and Riddled.

(Arkham Games) Edward Nigma x GN!Reader.

(Declaimer: I don't condone or approve of the actions taken in this story. It is purely a work of fiction.)

Word Count: 715.

Contents: Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior.

It had all started simple enough. Sometimes, Eddie could act a bit... strange in your eyes, obsessive and perhaps even a bit possessive at times, but you usually thought nothing of it. At least... until he started leaving those riddles for you. You had been used to getting his riddles before, so originally, it was nothing new, but eventually they changed in tone... and it made you feel nervous.

You tried to just ignore the riddles. Maybe Eddie was just going through some weird slump, and that was causing it? Yeah, that had to be it. But once you realized that there was definitely a romantic and sexual undertone to some of his behavior, you tried to let him down easy. Eddie was an extremely intelligent man. He'd surely understand that you just didn't see him that way.

"Listen, Mr Nigma, sir, it's nothing personal.... but I just view you as a friend and boss, you know?"

"......i... see..... how interesting..."

Overall, he wasn't screaming or throwing a fit at your statement, so you took that as a great sign... which was a horrible oversight on your part. He was simply choosing to wait and think this through, thinking of the most ideal way to make you realize how foolish you were being....

You were infuriated when you opened your dresser only to find every article of clothing you owned covered in stupid question marks! You angrily marched into Eddie's workshop, slamming your hands down on his desk.

"What the hell is this, Eddie?!"

"Hmm? I'm simply just staking my claim, making it known to the various gutter rats of this city that you belong to me. Is that really such an outlandish thing?"

"B-belong to you?! I don't belong to you! This is ridiculous!"

Later that night, you decided you'd had enough of how Eddie had been acting recently and packed up everything you could and left his lair.... or at least you tried to. You got about 15 minutes away from there before you were ambushed by one of his latest robotic contraptions and dragged back to his lair, where you were immediately met with the sight of a frantic and incredibly worried and annoyed Riddler.

"Ah! There you are! Now.... I can't believe that you'd be foolish enough to actually try and run away from me! Am I not good enough for you?! I provide you a place to sleep, food, clothes, and anything else you need!"

"You can't keep me here! In fact.... I quit!"

He went dead silent. His expression became neutral and blank for a moment before turning into a smug grin.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, my dear! You can't fucking quit! It's in the damn contract that you willingly signed without reading...."

You let out a confused and surprised squeal as you're thrown into a fairly large cage next to his workbench he usually sits at. There's a fluffy and soft blanket lining the bottom, so it's not as uncomfortable as it could be, but it's still a cage! He holds the contract in front of the cage, pointing towards the part he wants you to look closely at. Sure enough, right there it is. It can't be ethical, but it's written there.... By signing this agreement, then you're accepting that you're not allowed to quit while I, The Riddler, your employer, has use for you.

"T-that can't be legal!"

"....You're working for a supervillain. How is anything about your employment legal? Hmm?"

You go quiet.... damn it, he had a point. He went back to working on his latest project.

"Now... if you behave yourself in there, then I might allow you to actually sleep in your bed instead of the cage tonight. Is that what you want?"

You nodded reluctantly. You'd find a way out of this eventually, but for now, it was best to follow along without much question. He stared at you for a second, his smug grin growing even more ecstatic as he leaned closer to the cage.

"Perfect.... now, I want you to repeat something for me.... Say, "I love you so much, Eddie..."... if you do, then I might just reduce the amount of time you have to stay in the cage overall!"

".....I... I love you so much.... Eddie..."

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

I want to request an eddie fic where Jason finds out eddie has a crush on reader and maybe she's semi popular or a cheerleader. And jason calls reader over to where he's picking on eddie and says sonething like "hey. Have you heard the news? The freak has a crush on you" and she kisses eddie in front of everyone and confesses that she likes him too and jason is just stunned

Requests have resumed. You can submit yours here!

Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, readers of color too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

Eddie Munson x Female Reader. 

CW: Some name calling/bullying. 

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Eddie know he's being obvious. He should truly tattoo the truth on his forehead. But he tries to give the passing decency that he’s not this deep into the hook and line. Eddie tries to pretend he is not sinking. Whenever you pass him in the hallways, he tries hard not to follow you the entire length of it. 

This all started a year ago, when you moved into town moving in from the city. He’s not sure what caused the move though the town rumors are your mother begged for the change of scenery to stop a wandering eye of your father. But Eddie doesn’t buy into small town gossip. 

He doesn’t have to imagine the bullshit they say about him. He hears it every day and the last thing he wants is to stoop as long as them. So he didn’t think about what the reason what. He only thanked the gods that you did land here in Hawkins. You sat next to him on the first day of school, even asked him if he had a pencil you could borrow. 

Eddie cursed himself when he had to tell you no, but he waltzed over to Mrs. Bakers desk, batted his lashes and got one for you. You laughed at the way Eddie leaned into the edge of the desk, fingers twirling a pencil in the mug she had on her desk. When Eddie returned to you, pencil in hand, he gave you a small smile. “Secured just for you.”

And from the second he heard your laugh, Eddie was a goner. 

He wasn’t supposed to go anywhere--Eddie was supposed to graduate that year. You were supposed to just be the girl that Eddie had a crush on and that maybe flirted with if the heavens would be that gracious. But it’s just supposed to be a fleeting things. 

Now he’s year, repeating his senior year and the fleeting crush burns brighter in his gut every second he sees you. At lunch, if Eddie is behind you in the line, he leans in closer, asking what you think is best off the menu for today. You always laugh. “Let’s add a fruit to that skinny pale you call a lunch,” you tease back. 

It’s entirely obvious. 

So Jason Carver really doesn’t need to slide up behind him now on a Friday, which had been rather mundane, and start a scene. 

“Oh, please, not the freak flirting with you. You can tell him no, you know? If he doesn’t take a hint, let me show you how a real man should treat you and intervene,” Jason spits. 

You scoff and move your tray down the line. “So, Eddie, why don’t I ever see you at the games?” 

Jason had been trying to get with you every since you showed up, but he wasn’t your type. Or he was the type you’d go for at your old school, but Jason always felt like he was a predator, stalking you to seize a praise where Eddie also seemed to keep a distance. Sure you could tell he liked you but he never imposed. He inched in momentarily to make a joke and then just as quickly as you could blink your eyes, he was gone again in the distance. You couldn’t tell if it was just shyness or if Eddie was just like that as a person. But you enjoyed having a slower pace, you got to spend more time feeling Eddie out rather than jumping in immediately to things. 

Eddie turns the heated glare from Jason towards you. His heart nearly skips a beat when he remembers you’re in the cheerleading outfit, the skirt barely brushing the first half of your thighs and the tank exposing your midriff. He’ve forgone your sweater--one that Eddie had seen you wearing earlier. “Sports, well, sports aren’t really my thing. I’m much more into intellectual games.”

You giggle for just a moment and then Jason shoves into Eddie’s back. Eddie mindful of you in front, takes the loss of the milk carton to the floor between your feet and slips an arm around your waist to keep you from hitting the metal railing. Eddie does manage to break your sure fire hip bruise and even keeps your tray up on the railing in the process too. 

“Watch it freak!” Jason hisses. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks you. 

You nod, one hand subconsciously reaching for the chain on his jeans. You reach for it to keep you steady and also because it’s pressing into your thigh and the chill of the building has settled into the metal as well. It almost stings against your skin. “Yeah, you?”

“Peachy,” Eddie smiles down at you. 

“News flash, freak, you really need to watch where you’re going. You’re pathetic with your gawking,” Jason presses on. 

Eddie realizes now Jason is just trying to pick a fight. As the new school year crept on, it felt more obvious to Eddie too that maybe you liked him back. But he still never pushed it. He’d be out of here soon enough. It would never work with him. It would always be fleeting. But now, as Jason seethes down Eddie’s back, Eddie wonders if Jason’s mood is less at the fact that you don’t like Jason and more ten times more pissy because it’s Eddie who you actually like back. 

Eddie’s learned in his years that sometimes not giving in is much more effective. So once Eddie is sure you’re stable, he nods on. “Why don’t you pick a fruit I’ll add to the skinny pale I call a lunch box?”

Your smile dances over your lips. “I’d say sun, because you’re so pale but why don’t we get some potassium in you today.”

“Potassium sounds good to me.”

“And,” you add on, the hand on his chain, trailing up to his neck. Eddie eyes widen and he nearly rears back out of your grasp, but you push up and capture his lips just fast enough to keep him from totally pull away from him. Eddie whimpers into your mouth--as embarrassing as it is, but it is his first kiss that is not game induced or alcohol riddled. It’s a real kiss.

So real it’s got his toes curling in his Reeboks. He feels like a child. The way he wants to whimper again because you’re still kissing him. The point would’ve been made with even just a simple peck. But you’re still holding onto the back of his head, you’re still pulling him even further into you. Eddie’s hands which had been hovering over your skin, dig in just a little on your waist and he tugs you into his body too. 

Your lips finally part, a little wet from the kiss. “And some vitamin kisses too,” you whisper. 

“Oh my god,” Eddie whispers. It is not the thing to say after a kiss. It’s not. And neither is, “I think I died.”

You snort at Eddie’s confession and the cross of his eyes as he buckles just a little in your hold. He catches his own weight but you get arms under his pits, laughing as you. “Eddie, get serious,” you laugh. 

He stands erect again. “Seriously--what was that?”

“I like you too, Eddie.”

It’s five words but Eddie swears they light his skin on fire. “Would-do-a date?” he stumbles out. 

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes--if you want,” he adds on quickly. “Movies? Do you want to go to the movies?” He realizes now he didn’t properly get the question out as his brain is still lagging behind after the kiss. 

“I’d love to go to the movies. Tomorrow?”

Eddie nods. “Yes, sure. Uh, can I call you later after looking in the paper about the releases?”

“I would be disappointed otherwise. I’ll look too, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

You reach for the fruit, which you know you’ve been standing in front of for far too long by the pursed lips of the lunch lady and hand Eddie the banana you’d teased about earlier. He laughs but takes it with a wink. When you look at Jason, he’s pushing out of the lunch line and heading for the side doors to th cafeteria. You’re not sure how much he saw, but you hope it was everything so he’ll finally get the hint. 

Eddie walks you to your table. He hovers for a moment unsure if it’s too much but the end he goes for a peck on your cheek and then flies over to the table he normally sits. You catch the wind of his run pushing his hair up and laugh as his friends greet him with enthusiasm, hands slapping on his back. 

Saturday can’t come quick enough. 

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ok since you mentioned stardew valley i have to ask: who do you think the m6’s favorite sdv characters would be?

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The Arcana HCs: M6 playing Stardew Valley

~ dear anon, there is a reason for why I am known as brainrot. you have somehow combined two of my greatest obsessions and for that you have my thanks. please enjoy! - brainrot ~

(spoilers for SDV content)

Julian

He's got a special soft spot for George and Evelyn. He just wants to be their grandson (not by marriage though, Alex isn't really his type)

Lowkey freaked out by the wizard at first, learns to get along with him anyways because he made it possible to talk to the Junimos

Enjoys most of the game play besides the farming and crafting. He doesn't have the attention span for all of that

Initially falls for Leah, ends up marrying Shane because he told the farmer to leave him alone and Julian takes that as a challenge

It's also strangely cathartic for him to be on the other side of the "I can help him heal" trope

He likes Leo but learning about the shipwreck is mildly triggering for him, he's very happy once it's resolved and he can forget about it

Completely forgets about the Community Center at first because he's too busy romancing all the marriageables. Gets back to it after he's had two kids and befriended all the villagers

Convinced that Mr Qi is secretly evil

Gossips to MC about all of the lore between the villagers

Asra

Gets into it for the aesthetic, stays for the Junimos

Their farm is a jumbled hodgepodge of all the weirdest plants they could find, with random plots of crops needed for different quests

Spends so much time in the mines, there's just so many interesting creatures down there (and he likes all the gems and minerals)

Dislikes Clint so strongly that they end up dating Emily for the vibes and spite

Ends up having Krobus move in as his roommate, but his ideal is playing with MC so he can marry them

Doesn't put any effort into befriending most of the villagers until it becomes a requirement to achieve perfection, ends up stopping by Pierre's every Tuesday to hang out with all the moms

Likes Mr Qi for his aesthetic, gets a little hung up on the Wizard because that's not how magic works

Obsesses over finding all the artifacts, becomes friends with Penny and the kids from their frequent Library visits

Takes full advantage of using Lewis's shorts to mess with him in every possible way

Robin reminds them of their mom and they don't know how to feel about that

Nadia

She has some very strong opinions about Lewis as a mayor and the more she plays and finds out about him the stronger those opinions become

Dedicates herself to the Community Center as soon as it's unlocked

Has a hard time deciding who to court at first. She likes to know her goal before she starts her journey, but it's hard to get a read on everyone right off the bat

Chooses Leah and knows she's the right one when she gets to help her spite her ex by living well and thriving

Perfection is her end goal as soon as she learns about it

Has a soft spot for Linus and Harvey

Her farm is impeccable. Perfectly planned out, greenhouse at max capacity, crops always timed to yield the most harvest per season

Takes a grim satisfaction in Haley and Emily's sisterly disputes

Always has the perfect present prepared for someone's birthday. Except Lewis. She hates that she has to befriend Lewis

Lowkey judgemental of Marnie for sticking with him

Maxes out crafting first and uses everything she makes

Thinks that Robin should be mayor instead

Muriel

He loves Linus. He wants to live in a tent like Linus too

Does not like the mines at all. Too much animal killing

Avoids Shane at first because he clearly wants to be left alone, ends up befriending him for the blue chickens, is grateful he did once Shane gets his act together

Marries Penny to get her out of the trailer and because her interactions stress him out the least

Terrified of Emily, Alex, and Haley, doesn't go near that house

Hates Joja Co with a passion. It's what got him to complete the Community Center, because he wanted to see Morris's empire crumble at his feet. And to make the Junimos happy

Avoids all community events as much as he can

Loves fishing, foraging, and crafting. The first villagers he got ten hearts with were the Wizard and Willy

Fiercely protective of Leo, adores the parrots, tolerates Mr Qi

Prefers to play with MC and Asra, especially because he really wants the Golden Chicken from achieving perfection but he doesn't like talking to the villagers or going in the mines

Half of his farm is chicken coops

Portia

She starting playing it for the fun of a "build a new life" game and kept playing it for the mines and the villager drama

She's got the entire Friendship and Gifts page on the Stardew Valley Wiki memorized

Thinks the wizard is awesome because he teaches her magic

Has so many opinions on who should be with who that it makes it hard for her to settle down with someone. She ended up with Abigail for the swordfights and adventure

Hardcore ships Gus with Willy, waxes poetic about their shared scenes with the crab invasion and giant omelet

Wants Marnie and Marlon to date so badly, she writes tons of fanfiction about Lewis being brutally dumped and the two of them getting together and adopting Leo

Has a personal grudge against Sebastian because people keep rooting for him over his little sister and no she's not projecting at all

She'll reach perfection eventually because she's that good at managing her tasks, but it's not her main objective

Attends every single community event and comes up with so many headcanons about why this villager always stands there and what's going on with that dialogue

Lucio

Accidentally went the Joja route at first and got ticked off when it meant he was the "bad guy" just because he has FOMO

He's all about the adventuring, his farm is mostly wild

Gets annoyed by Marlon's cautious advice, thinks the wizard is cool for giving him magic but wishes he could do more with it

Married Haley and subsequently lost all his hearts with her because he was too busy getting out the door each morning

Couldn't be bothered with the Community Center until he reached the bottom of the mines and heard that there were more levels elsewhere

Divorces Haley to marry Sandy, throws a fit when he finds out she isn't marriageable. Marries Elliot instead because he wrote a book for him

Hates fishing with a passion, especially the legendary fish

Really starts getting into the game once Calico Desert and Ginger Island are open

Obsessed with raising slimes

Doesn't meet Krobus for a long time because he couldn't be bothered with artifacts, brings him diamonds every week once he does

Also wants to be friends with Kent but can't remember his likes

Desperately craves Mr Qi's approval

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I love that everyone is spiraling over an outfit photo 🤣

Q. GREEEEEEEN!!!!

Q. He looks so freaking good I need a moment. And it's his breakup color!!

Q. Ali color theory is color theoring. He's in GREEN

Q. Tell me you've seen the picture and tell me how much you died! He looks edible and it's green!

Q. Thoughts on the photo? He looked so good I dropped my phone 😝 G R E E N!!!!

Q. Oliver Stark is giving us wardrobe pics!?!? With Buck in his breakup color! And journos are now flat out saying it's enough for them to say Buddie canon! What is happening?!?

A. My ask box is just a sea of the word green 🤣. I have a client pitch meeting later this morning that will last ages so I'm going to answer these in one post. Most of the asks currently sitting in my box are a variation of the ones posted above, bless you all, so this should cover it if you've sent me an ask.

Well I needed to lay down when I first saw the photo because he has no right looking that damn fine. And as someone who, with the exception of a few outfits, absolutely hated Buck's wardrobe last season, I was thrilled to see that fit. Now, there are way better blogs to have the color theory discussion with but him in green is definitely a pattern that pops up when he's about to make a life change of some kind. Whether that be breakups or a coma dream green tends to appear on Buck when he's coming to some sort of self discovery, or personal growth. We don't see him in green otherwise. It's definitely more of an Eddie color. So the implications of that photo are certainly interesting. Also, sorry for some of you in my ask box, but he's not going to post a Tommy fit. Let that idea go now. The other thing we know about Mr. Stark is that he will inevitably post some photo that we will look back on in a few months and realize it was a major hint/spoiler of some kind. He's a little shit like that. He knows exactly what he's doing. As for the journos tweet it was certainly an interesting thing to say. She is a Buddie fan herself though so I think people would do well to remember that, just in case. But I will say that with the season just a month away their embargos have most likely been lifted, or are about to be lifted, so I would imagine they will start their promotional side of things here fairly soon. And they're clearly going with the 'something's shifted' angle because they have all now mentioned it. Given what we have seen so far Buddie looks to be a big part of the PR game plan again this season. Just remember it is their job to drum up excitement and anticipation for the season and Buddie is an easy way to do that. So while I understand everyone is excited, just try not to take everything as a confirmation. Enjoy the content. Be as excited and nervous as you want. Stay in the positive. Ignore the negative and rage bait nonsense. All the signs are there. But as we all know that's not a guarantee. Follow Oliver and Ryan's lead and just enjoy the ride.

See you all after my presentation 😫

Thank you Nonny! Much appreciated!

Oliver has no business looking this good this season. 😋 The wardrobe has definitely changed a lot and I agree with Ali, it was necessary. I don't know what they were trying to show us last season, but Buck's wardrobe has definitely brightened up a lot.

I agree with Ali so much here. All of these things are great and positive for us. Let's be excited and happy with all of this content and then we'll just see. Let the show surprise us. We won't know what'll happen until the season starts airing anyway, so enjoy all the inbetween fun. That's what fandom is about: Enjoying the thing you love!

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If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

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For Chrissy

Summary: Vickie just wanted to make sure the cops were doing their jobs to find her cousin's killer. She didn't expect this to happen. A fanfiction story where Rovickie is the main course. Steddie and Hellcheer are the sides. Warning: It's long.

They say that your brain decides to trust someone in seconds. The first time that Vickie Fisher first talked to Eddie Munson, she was lying face first on the ground, hoping that no one saw her trip over nothing.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked.

"Oh God, please, let me die," Vickie said. "You didn't see that, did you?"

"Unfortunately for you, yes, but I give you points for sticking the landing," the guy said. "And then just staying there."

"I belong to the floor now," Vickie replied.

"Are you too proud to accept help from the town freak?" The man asked.

Vickie looked up and saw Eddie Munson standing above her. He was grinning. There was something in his soft brown eyes, a sparkle of mirth and understanding. He held out his hand for her to take, and she took it.

"Thanks," she said softly as he helped her up.

Vickie smiled at the memory as she pulled into the Wheeler's driveway. She was doing this for Chrissy, and hopefully Eddie because she doubted that a guy like that could harm anyone. She knew that if Chrissy were still alive that she wouldn't believe it either. Vickie took a deep breath and got out of the car. She walked up the front door and knocked. A moment later, a blond woman with big hair answered the door. She assumed that she was the owner of the house: Mrs. Wheeler.

"Hi, my name is Vickie Fisher. I'm Chrissy's cousin and I was told that Chief Powell was here," Vickie said.

"Yes, of course, come in," Mrs. Wheeler said and led her into a sitting room where the Chief was sitting. "Chief Powell, this is Vickie Fisher, and she says she's Chrissy's cousin."

"Laura Cunningham made it clear that they didn't have any other family members," the chief said.

"Of course, she would," Vickie rolled her eyes and handed him a picture. "I came prepared. That's all of us at Thanksgiving. As you can clearly tell Laura is my father's twin sister."

"Why would she lie to us?" a scrawny look cop asked.

"Maybe to cover up the fact that she's been abusing her daughter," Vickie scowled. "We tried to get Chrissy to live with us a couple of years ago, Laura got mad and cut us off. Laura was determined to control every aspect of her life including what she wore and what she ate. She even told her who to date. I can guarantee that Chrissy never wanted to date Jason. She only did it to make her mother happy. On the night of the basketball game, she broke up with Jason because she told me she found someone she actually liked. I know Jason was angry with her and I know he saw her get into Eddie Munson's van. If you search the Cunningham's house, you'll find that there are locks on the fridge and under a lose floorboard under a rug there's a diary where Chrissy documented everything. Eddie Munson shouldn't be your only suspect. Chrissy never liked Jason. In fact, she always told me that she was scared of him, and her diary will prove that."

She was rambling and breathing heavily, on the verge of a panic attack. She hadn't realized that she had been crying until Mrs. Wheeler handed her a tissue.

"Why did you wait so long to come forward?" the scrawny looking guy asked.

"Because Jason scares me too," Vickie said meekly. "And so does Laura."

They questioned her some more and then allowed her to go. As Vickie was walking to her car, she noticed four kids sneaking out of the house. One of them, a younger girl with cute braids slashed the tires and then they all drove off on their bikes. Vickie waited a minute before following them. She had a feeling that these were the people to talk to. Of course, they quickly realized that she was following them and stopped their bikes. A curly haired boy with a hat banged on her window. She rolled it down with a sheepish grin.

"Who the hell are you and why are you following us?" Dustin asked. "Do you work for them?"

"Uh. . .I just want to know what happened to my cousin," Vickie said blushing.

"Your cousin?" he asked.

"Chrissy," she said softly and showed him the picture. "Look, why don't you get in and I'll bring you to wherever you have to go? I'm going to follow you anyway and you can't out bike a car."

"Are you sure that you want to know?" he asked.

"Are we sure that we want to get into a stranger's car?" Erica asked.

"She's more than my cousin, she's like my sister. We grew up together. I have to know," Vickie said.

"I guess we're ignoring Erica," she sighed.

They abandoned their bikes and climbed into the car. She quickly drove off.

"Where to?" she asked.

"Forest Hills trailer park," he said. "By the way, I'm Dustin Henderson, that's Lucas Sinclair, his sister Erica, and Max Mayfield."

"I wish I could say that it's nice to meet you but I kind of wish it was under better circumstances," she sniffed. "Tell me."

"There's a monster that we call Vecna, he comes from the Upside Down, another dimension that lives underneath Hawkins. We've been fighting it since '83. He cursed Chrissy, Fred Benson, Patrick McKinney, and Max. He's been haunting their dreams, targeting their traumas then he killed them to open gates into our world," Dustin said.

"She's been having nightmares," Vickie realized. "She told me and I. . . I didn't think they were anything else."

"You believe us?" Max asked.

"Something strange has been going on in Hawkins for a long time now," Vickie said. "Besides, I've always been open minded."

"Wait, you implied that you know Eddie?" Lucas asked.

"Enough to know that Eddie isn't a serial killer," she replied.

"Wait, are you - are you in love with Eddie?" Dustin asked and she burst into laughter.

"No, absolutely not. I'm enamored with someone else," Vickie said. "And the name of that person is very much classified."

"Aw but we told you about our deep dark secret," Dustin grinned.

"Good point, but still no," Vickie said.

"Alright, I won't push it," Dustin said and paused. "You should know that the gate we're going to is where Chrissy died. We need to get to it in order to save Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, and Eddie. They accidentally got stuck in the Upside Down."

"Wait, we're going there to rescue people and Robin's one of them?" Vickie asked.

"You know Robin - ah!"

Vickie stepped on the gas, flooring it. They got to Eddie's trailer pretty quickly. Dustin got out of the car, clutching his stomach.

"I think I might puke," Dustin said.

"Don't be such a baby," Erica said.

"That was awesome," Lucas said.

They walked into the trailer and stared at the dark, oozing gate on the ceiling where Chrissy died. The sight of it made Vickie sick to her stomach.

"Shouldn't there be an opening?" Vickie asked.

"It looks like we're going to have to make one," Max said.

Vickie grabbed a broom and started tearing at the flimsy look material spread across the gate. It was disgusting. Finally, she managed to tear through. Vickie was looking up at Robin, Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson.

"Vickie?" Robin asked.

"Robin?! Are you okay?!" Vickie asked.

Robin blushed and she caught Steve smirking at her. . . almost as if he knew something. Vickie blushed.

"How? Why?" Robin asked.

"Ask questions later. Let's get through the gate," Steve said.

It was Dustin who figured out how to get them through. He tied sheets together and tossed them through the gate. They grabbed Eddie's mattress and tossed it under the gate for them to fall onto. Robin was the first one through. Vickie grinned and helped her up. She hugged her tightly before pulling back.

"Hi," Vickie said.

"Hi," Robin said.

"Holy shit, that was fun!" Eddie exclaimed.

Vickie blushed and pulled away from Robin at the same that Robin pulled away from her. Of course, Dustin had to give her a look of realization in that moment which he quickly looked up at the ceiling when he did so.

"Nancy!" they heard Steve scream.

Nancy had been cursed like the others, and everyone was running around to find any music that could wake her up. Turns out that they didn't need it because, for some reason, he let her go. They scrambled across the way towards Max's trailer and into the living room as they waited for Nancy to start speaking. They waited until the early hours of the morning. Embarrassingly, Vickie had nodded off on Robin's shoulder briefly.

Nancy started talking about Vecna's plan to bring the Upside Down into Hawkins, how he showed her his plan to kill Nancy's family and everyone else. She spoke about how he showed her that he was Dr. Brenner's first experiment, that he had tricked El, a girl friend of theirs that had powers and who had helped them out many times before this. Vickie tried to wrap her head around all of this, but it was making her brain all foggy. Suddenly, she felt someone discreetly take her hand, and she found that Robin's hand was on hers. Well, that wasn't making her head any less foggy, but it was a different sort of foggy. It was a nice foggy.

"You looked a little pale," Robin whispered.

Vickie smiled and laced her fingers with Robin's, squeezing her hand tightly.

"Oh, that's just my face," Vickie whispered. "Don't you know that I'm a redhead?"

Robin covered her laugh with a cough. That's when Nancy announced that they need to go back into the Upside Down to kill Vecna. Vickie was against it as much as Eddie was. It sounded like a stupid plan.

"Not that we have don't have any other options but isn't that like sending in a five-pound yorkie to fight a grizzly bear?" Vickie asked.

"It's exactly like that, that is an excellent analogy, Vickie," Eddie said.

"Who are you?" Nancy asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Okay, that was a little rude, but I'll let that pass since everyone is a bit stressed out," she said. "Vickie Fisher. I'm Chrissy's cousin."

"You're Chrissy's cousin?" Eddie asked, looking at her softly.

"Yeah, we grew up together. She was my best friend," Vickie said.

"I'm sorry," Eddie said.

"From what I've heard, it sounds like there's nothing that you could have done," Vickie said.

"Look, I'm sorry, but we can talk about this later," Nancy said, actually looking apologetic. "We're going to need a lot of firepower."

"I think that I know the place!" Eddie exclaimed.

Max, the last to be cursed, volunteered to be the distraction. Meanwhile, they were going to steal an RV to head to the War Zone, a place her ex-boyfriend loved to go to. It was all overwhelming for her. Max was going to sacrifice herself, basically. She was just a goddamn kid. They all were. From the way that Nancy talked, Vickie doubted that they were going to win. They needed another person with powers to fight this asshole. Vickie was still going to fight by their side, though, because what were their other options? She muttered something about going to the restroom and disappeared down the hall. A moment later, there came a knock on the door.

"Vickie?" Robin asked.

Vickie opened the door and quickly pulled Robin inside. Robin stared at her in surprise.

"We could die, you know?" Vickie asked.

"Yeah, that's a possibility," Robin said.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked.

"Yeah!" Robin exclaimed.

Vickie leaned in and pressed her lips against Robin's. She gently kissed back, moving her hands to Vickie's hips. Vickie pressed harder against her lips. Robin wrapped her arms all the way around her waist as Vickie stood on her tiptoes, running her fingers through Robin's hair. Vickie was just slipping her tongue into Robin's mouth when someone knocked on the door.

"Uh, I hate to interrupt, but Nancy is really ready to go, and she's not taking no for an answer," Steve said through the door.

"Fuck you and your timing, Harrington," Robin said and paused. "You should know that he knows about me and I've kind of been talking about you."

"Aww, you've talked about me?" Vickie asked. "What did you say?"

"Um, that you're kind of my dream girl," Robin blushed.

Vickie kissed her quickly, smiling from ear to ear.

"We should go now, or Nancy might just kill us herself," Vickie said, giggling. "She's kind of scary."

Robin and Vickie followed everyone to the RV. Vickie tried not to laugh at Eddie in the Michael Meyers mask, but it was difficult, especially since he moved like he was a human puppet. They all managed to succesfully sneak into the back window. Eddie hotwired the vehicle while Steve was the one to drive it. Due to the fact that they were stealing it, it was a rough ride out of the trailer park, and Vickie ended up falling into Robin. Luckily, Robin caught her around the waist. Vickie looked at Robin with shining eyes.

"Hi," Vickie said breathlessly.

"Hi," Robin said.

"It's lucky you caught me," Vickie said.

"It's lucky you're cute," Robin said.

"Uh, you guys do know we can hear you?" Lucas asked, and Max elbowed him in the stomach.

"We don't judge. I would be a hypocrite," Max said. "I'm bisexual."

"Is it a redheaded thing?" Vickie joked, and Max laughed.

"No, it's not!" Eddie and Steve exclaimed.

Vickie watched in amusement as Eddie slowly turned around to look at Steve. Since the cat was out of the bag, Vickie was free to settle into Robin's side. Everyone else was cool with it. She wondered if Chrissy would have been cool with it. That's when she realized that she had never gotten the chance to tell Chrissy about Robin, and she was never going to. Vickie sucked in a deep breath as if she had been punched in the stomach.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked.

"It just hit me that I'm never going to talk to Chrissy again," Vickie said and let out an ugly sob.

"Oh, Vickie," Robin said softly.

Robin held her close and let her cry into her chest. Vickie's entire body shook with sobs, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed about it. She must look like a little baby. When she finally let it all out, when she finally couldn't cry anymore, Vickie pulled away from Robin slightly.

"Sorry about that," Vickie said.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Robin said.

"Yeah, I cried too, you know," Eddie said.

"You did?" Vickie asked.

"Like a baby," Eddie said. "Everyone in the vehicle has cried over the shitty thing that's happened to them. Apparently, it's a normal reaction, which is weird because I don't think I've been normal a day in my life."

Vickie giggled as she settled against Robin, feeling comforted by the feeling of Robin's long fingers trailing up and down her back.

"What's your favorite movie?" Vickie asked.

"Huh?" Robin asked.

"If I'm going to take you on a date, I need to know your favorite movie," Vickie said. "I think you already know mine. I rented it a lot from you guys, and I kept pausing it in one place so I could subtly let you know that I'm into - "

"Boobies!" Steve exclaimed from the front seat. "I knew it! I told you!"

"I'm giving you up for adoption! You're no longer my platonic soulmate!" Robin said.

"By the way, she's going to tell you that her favorite movie is Dr. Zhivago, but really, it's Grease. Also, she'll say she likes Mr. Mom because it reminds her of my life," Steve said, and Eddie cackled. "But she just really thinks it's funny."

"Traitor!" Robin hissed.

"It's okay. I like Grease too," Vickie laughed.

"And hey, I like Grease too!" Eddie exclaimed, and everyone looked at him. "What? Because I'm a big bad metalhead, I'm only supposed to like metalhead things? Please. I like the music. Didn't necessarily like the ending because I felt like she shouldn't have had to change for him. Plus, the car just flew away?"

"Maybe they smoked some bad weed, and they were literally high," Vickie giggled.

"You might be onto something, Vickie!" Eddie exclaimed. "They were all high as kites! It explains why they kept bursting into song. I think I like it even better now."

"Wonder what it would be like to get high and then watch the movie," Vickie said.

"After this, we should find out," Eddie grinned.

"You're talking about this in front of underage teenagers, you do realize that?" Nancy asked with a grin.

"Who are also sitting in a stolen vehicle on the way to buy guns, Wheeler," Eddie said.

"Fair point," Nancy laughed.

"Of age teenagers are invited, the rest are not," Eddie said.

"Damn," Dustin said.

"It's alright. I've already been drunk and I didn't like it very much," Lucas said.

"You did what?" Steve asked sharply.

"Hey, Mr. Mom, eyes on the road," Eddie said. "Ground him later."

Vickie walked into the War Zone with Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Erica while the others stayed behind. Nancy went to get the guns while others shopped for other weapons and battle gear. Steve went to get proper stuff for his bat bites, something that alarmed Vickie because she hadn't known that interdimensional bats had ripped out pieces of his flesh. Vickie was wandering the aisle when she found a cute little red beret. She took it and plopped it right onto Robin's head.

"Oh, very cute. Definitely suits you," Vickie said.

"Really?" Robin asked, striking a pose, and Vickie giggled.

"Vickie?"

She whirled around and froze. Oh, she should have known. Of course, she'd run into her ex.

"Hey, Brian," Vickie said.

"Hey, I heard about Chrissy. I'm so sorry," Brian asked. "Do the police know what happened?"

"Uh, thanks, and no, the police think they know what happened," Vickie said, looking nervous.

"How are you holding up?" Brian asked.

"I'm good," Vickie said and looked at Robin.

She looked as awkward as Vickie felt.

"Yeah, she's good," Robin said quickly, her brow twitching. "I mean, she can speak for herself, which is obviously what she just did. And I know she's good because we've been hanging out today, you know, making sure she's good. You know, because she is."

With amusement, Vickie realized that Robin was a little jealous and it was very cute. Vickie smiled fondly at her.

"Oh. Well. I'm glad Vickie has such a good friend," Brian said, smiling knowingly.

"You know?" Vickie gasped. "How do you know?"

"Come on, Phoebe Cates?" He grinned.

"Oh, I was obvious, wasn't I?" Vickie winced.

"A little. I always knew, Vick. I was your friend first, remember? I figured you would tell me when you were ready," Brian shrugged. "At first, it made me uncomfortable, and I wondered if that was me or what my parents taught me. I didn't have to think that way because my parents did. I looked at you, and you were still Vickie Fisher. Nothing changed. You're still my friend."

Vickie grinned and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She broke the hug and watched as he turned to Robin. They looked at each other awkwardly. They held out their hands and then pulled them back as if they were going to shake hands. Robin panicked and held up her hand for a high five. Brian grinned and high fived her.

"See you," Brian said and walked away.

"What was that?" Vickie asked Robin, laughing.

"I panicked!" Robin exclaimed and burst into laughter with Vickie.

"Did I miss something?" Steve asked as he approached them.

"Robin high fived my ex-boyfriend," Vickie giggled.

"Oh my God! Robin!" Steve exclaimed. "You panicked, didn't you?"

Now, they were parked in a field, making their final preparations. Vickie was sitting next to Steve, making molotovs for the fight against Vecna.

"So. . .you want to date my best friend?" Steve asked.

"Oh God," Vickie grinned. "Is this where you tell me that you're going to beat me up if I hurt her?"

"Oh God, no, I would just be severely disappointed with my hands on my hips and look at you like this," Steve said and gave her very big puppy dog eyes.

"Oh God! Put those away," Vickie laughed.

"So, tell me what you like about Robin," Steve laughed.

"She's funny and smart. She speaks so many languages! I can't do that. It's amazing she can do that. I love the way that she rambles when she's nervous because I do that, too. I love the way that her eyes sparkle when she talks about something she's passionate about. I love the way her hands move when she talks and . . . Oh God, I'm rambling," Vickie blushed.

"I don't think I'm going to need to throw you the puppy dog eyes," Steve said. "Seems like my best friend is in good hands."

"What are you guys talking about?" Robin asked as she left the RV and plopped down next to Vickie.

"Nothing," they said in unison.

"Riggght," Robin said.

"Well, I was just talking about how great you are," Vickie leaned in to whisper.

"Really? And what great things were you saying?" Robin asked.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Vickie giggled.

"You know if you guys wanted to, now would be the perfect time to be alone in the RV?" Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Put those eyebrows away, Steven," Robin glared.

"I'm serious," Steve said. "I've got this."

"You don't want to go into the RV and make out with me, Robin?" Vickie asked innocently.

"I mean - if you - I mean - do you - ?," Robin sputtered.

"I do," Vickie grinned.

Eddie jumped behind Steve, clamping his hands on his shoulders.

"Go forth, Birdie - ," Eddie said.

"It's Robin," she corrected.

"And be with your lady love," he said. "I'll help Stevie."

"What if someone needs the RV?" Robin asked.

"Don't worry, Buckley, if Stevie and I decided that we need to start making out, then we'll just do it in front of the children and scar them for life," Eddie said and Steve let out a loud squawk.

Vickie laughed as she pulled Robin into the RV, leading her into the back. She pushed Robin onto the couch and straddled her waist. Robin laughed.

"Sorry, am I too eager?" Vickie asked.

"Just eager enough," Robin said and pulled her in for a kiss.

Vickie smiled against her lips and pinned Robin's hands above her hands. She slid her fingers through Robin's as she kissed her hungrily. Vickie broke the kiss and released her hands.

"Are you - I mean, are you my girlfriend?" Vickie asked.

"Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" Robin asked.

"Yeah," Vickie said.

"Then I guess I'm your girlfriend," Robin replied.

Vickie squealed and buried her face into Robin's neck. She laughed, wrapping her arms tightly around Vickie, and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek. Vickie moved her head and started pressing kisses to Robin's neck. She giggled when she felt Robin moan, and she decided to take a little nibble.

"You bit me!" Robin shrieked with laughter.

"Sorry, I really like your neck," Vickie said. "It's very pretty. Should I stop?"

Vickie nibbled, sucked, and kissed her neck, enjoying every sound that Robin made as she did so. Robin let out a growl, and suddenly, she had Vickie on her back.

"I have no idea what the hell I'm doing," Robin said.

"It's okay, I don't either," she replied. "We can be clueless together."

Once they properly gave each other hickies, they stepped out of the RV with the biggest grins on their faces.

"So, how'd you make out?" Eddie asked with a grin, and Steve hit him in the shoulder. "What? It's an innocent question?"

"Not from you, it's not," Steve said.

"Aw, baby, are you jealous?" Eddie asked. "You know, the RV is free. If you want, we can go in there, and I can mark up that pretty little neck of yours?"

"Not even if you were the last man on earth," Steve scoffed and walked into the RV.

"You know you want me," Eddie said, following him into the RV.

"Shut up," Steve said.

"Make me, big boy!" Eddie yelled as he slammed the door behind him.

After that, they geared up for battle. As Vickie zipped up her own battle vest, she watched Robin slip on her own and then the beret that Vickie had picked out for her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't going with Robin when she set off to kill Vecna. It made sense that they needed another person to help with the distraction efforts, but she hated not being there for Robin. She grinned as she watched Robin struggle with her zipper. Vickie walked over to her and helped her with it, smiling as she felt Robin's gaze on her.

"You can still back out, you know?" Robin asked.

"Are you going to back out?" Vickie asked.

"No."

"Then neither am I," Vickie said. "Besides, this is for Chrissy."

"For Chrissy."

They dropped Max, Lucas, and Erica off at the Creel house before driving off back towards Eddie's trailer. They climbed into the Upside, Vickie's first trip through.

"This is fucked up," Vickie said when she walked out side the trailer.

"Isn't it?" Eddie asked her.

Vickie took Robin's hands before they went their separate ways.

"Be careful," Vickie said.

"You two," Robin said.

"You know, you should use everything you've got at this fucker. Especially the axe, you know. Especially when he's doing his mind meld thing, and it probably would be more effective if you use the axe. Just slam it right into that fucker's skull, right down the middle. Even though you would have to get real close to him, he would be distracted. Just to make sure that he's dead-dead, chop him up into little pieces and barbecue him. You know, for Chrissy," Vickie said. "I think I'm panicking a little."

Robin slammed her lips to Vickie's, and they clung to each other tightly as they kissed. Vickie was crying, and she could taste her own salty tears in Robin's mouth. They broke apart, and Robin wiped away her tears with her thumbs.

"Good luck," Vickie said, then looked over at Steve and Nancy. "To you too, but you guys are going to need to get good luck kisses from someone else because only Robin gets mine."

"Did you hear that, big boy? You wanna pucker up, and I can give you all of the good luck that you want?" Eddie asked, winking at him.

"Keep it in your pants, Munson," Steve replied.

They finally parted ways. Vickie, Eddie, and Dustin got to work, turning the trailer into a cage.

"He so wants me," Eddie grinned, and Vickie giggled.

"I'm not sure the way to Steve’s heart is to annoy him so much, Eddie," Dustin said.

"Well, I heard from a little bird that this is exactly how you buttheads managed to worm your way into his life," Eddie said. "You annoyed your way right in."

"Yeah, but we never wanted to kiss him," Dustin growled and wiggled his eyebrows at him.

"Never ever do that again, Henderson," Eddie said. "Isn't there something that you could be doing inside?"

Dustin raised his hands and wandered inside. They were left outside to work quietly. Every so often, Eddie would stop to look at Vickie.

"What's up, Eddie?" Vickie asked.

"Uh, I hope you don't mind if I ask this. . .," Eddie said softly. "What was Chrissy like growing up?"

"Wonderful. She was so funny and she saw beauty in everything, even in this old abandoned house we would stumble upon our many adventures. She dreamed of traveling the world, and she wanted to draw, but she was trapped like a bird in a cage. Her mother wanted to control everything, every aspect of her life, and I think it's because it annoyed her to no end that the one thing she couldn't control was Chrissy's heart," Vickie said, pausing. "She told me about that day in the woods. She told me every single detail. She always remembered you, Eddie. I know because I was sitting beside her when she watched you on stage. She thought you were so beautiful, Eddie."

Eddie's hands were shaking, and he was crying.

"I thought she was beautiful too," Eddie sobbed. "And I just feel so -,"

"You have nothing to feel guilty about," Vickie told him. "Nothing."

She hadn't realized that she had been crying until Eddie hugged her tightly.

"I think we're all set inside - Oh, shit! My bad!"

Spon, Vickie was sitting by Dustin on the roof, watching Eddie's performance - the performance he dedicated to Chrissy. She couldn't help but find the beauty that Chrissy had seen in Eddie in that moment. It wasn't the same beauty that Chrissy had for him, but it was beauty none the less. Vickie shared a grin with Dustin. When they got inside, they jumped together in excitement over the most metal concert ever, and then they got to work to cover the vents as the bats pounded against the trailer trying to come in. Once all vents were successfully covered, Dustin went up the rope to the other side, and then Vickie followed after him. Dustin and Vickie looked up at the gate. Eddie was frozen on the other side.

"Eddie!" They called out.

Suddenly, Eddie was cutting the rope and running out the door. Fuck. She needed to make fire. Nancy had said that the Demogorgons hated it, so why shouldn't the Demobats? Vickie found a thing of hairspray and a lighter. There wasn't really anything else. She paused at the gate and turned to Dustin.

"Stay here," she told him. "Please."

It's probably not going to do anything, but she had to try, right? It's better than doing nothing. She jumped through the gate and landed on her feet. Chrissy always told her she was like a cat. She ran off after Eddie and saw him get knocked off his bike by the hundreds of bats that surrounded him. She gripped the whistle around her neck. She liked whistles. Eddie stood in the middle of the swarm of bats, screaming at them. Vickie wrapped her lips around her whistle and blew. The bats started heading her way, but some of them had knocked Eddie to the ground.

They suddenly started screeching in pain, which was odd because there wasn't any sound coming from her new whistle. She looked at it. Oh. It was a dog whistle. Oh, she was dumb. She was really dumb. Eddie screamed in pain. Shit. She moved closer to them and blew the whistle. They go of Eddie, screaming, and they continued to scream until they suddenly started to drop. Vickie watched as they all died, looking at the bodies in shock and then at the whistle in her hand. She shook her head and ran towards Eddie, who was still lying on the ground. His cheek was bleeding.

"Eddie?" Vickie asked.

"Did you do that?" Eddie asked. "Did you kill them?"

"With a dog whistle? I don't think so," Vickie said. "Are you going to live?"

"I think so," Eddie groaned. "I belong to the floor now, though."

Vickie rolled her eyes and helped him up. He stood up shakily and pressed a hand to his neck. Vickie punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Dumbass!"

They walked back into the trailer, fixed the rope, and climbed back to the other side. Vickie grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom and started fixing up Eddie's face while Dustin gave Eddie a lecture.

"I'm sorry for scaring you both. It's just that the bats were heading back towards the others. I couldn't let those winged alien bastards get to them," Eddie said. "I didn't want to be a coward who runs away."

"Eddie Munson, you were never a coward for running away that night. I'll say this again, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing. I know Chrissy, she would have wanted you to run away. She was already dead and you had no clue what was going on," Vickie said. "Chrissy was my cousin by blood and my sister by heart. She would have told you that you didn't owe her anything by doing what you just did. She also would have beaten you with her tiny little fists."

"She would have kicked my ass too," Eddie sniffed and they sat down on Eddie's couch in silence, Eddie's cheek now bandaged.

"You're still an idiot," Dustin said.

Two days later. . .

Vickie walked towards the Hopper cabin, hand in hand with Robin. They stopped when they saw Steve's car pull up and watched as Steve got out with Eddie jumping out of the passenger side door. Dustin, Max, and Lucas spilled out of the backseat.

"Aw, they look like a little family," Vickie giggled.

"No, there's no way. Steve hates him," Robin said. "He's been complaining about him nonstop for the last few days."

"Robin, baby. . .," Vickie laughed. "Don't look now."

Steve and Eddie walked up, hand in hand.

"Oh, he's got some explaining to do," Robin said. "I missed it. How did I miss it?"

"You were very distracted," Vickie grinned.

"That's a good point."

They walked into the cabin and found the Byers' waiting for them inside, along with a thought to be dead Chief Jim Hopper. No one seemed to care about how he was back, just that he was back. Everyone took turns hugging him tightly.

"We called everyone here to make sure that everyone involved was okay," Joyce said. "And to answer any questions that anyone has."

"Well, aside from a few bat bites and several nightmares, I think we're good," Eddie said cheerfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry you got involved in this," Joyce said.

"It's okay, or it will be," Eddie said softly. "I'm just glad that I'm no longer wanted for murder and it's all thanks to everyone here but especially to Miss Vickie Fisher."

"I just told the truth," Vickie blushed.

"Oh, girls, did the bats get you too?" Joyce said as she gazed at Vickie and Robin's neck.

The ones who knew giggled behind their hands.

"Yes, yes, it was the bats . . . they wrapped around their throats and bruised their necks. Yes, the bats!" Dustin said loudly.

"That's not necessary, Dusty," Robin said fondly.

"Are we missing something here?" Hopper asked.

The others laughed harder and soon they couldn't contain it any longer.

"Is someone going to tell us, goddamnit?!"

Vickie laughed into Robin's shoulder. It seemed that her group of friends were getting better and a part of her felt guilty about that because Chrissy should be here, but she knew that Chrissy would be happy for her. She hoped that wherever Chrissy was, that she was happy like she was.

"Seriously?! Anybody?!"

[thesims4blogger]

The Sims 4: New Game Patch (December 5th, 2023)

Following last week’s Laundry List, there is a new game patch out today in preparation for the release of The Sims 4 For Rent Expansion Pack this Thursday (December 7th).

If you have auto updates enabled in Origin’s “Application Settings”, the game will auto-update once you open Origin. If you have auto-updates disabled, you will need to manually update by clicking the game in your library.Advertisement

To ensure your game is up to date, check the game version found in Documents > EA > The Sims 4 > GameVersion.txt. Your game should now read: PC: 1.103.250.1020 / Mac: 1.103.250.1220 / Console: 1.84

Sul Sul Simmers!

The newest expansion pack has been freely living in all our heads and For Rent is finally due! The Property Owner is coming to visit in just a few days, but in the meantime there’s a couple of Base Game additions and a bevy of fixes to call out and share. Our favorite SimGuruNova is going to go into details below. Thanks all!

–   SimGuruNinja

What’s New?

Sink Assignments

The jig is up for Sims who had a penchant for shoving Harvestfest turkey bones down the drains of those poor, poor bathroom sinks. Starting today, all sinks can now be designated as Kitchen or Bathroom sinks.

The assignment you choose determines whether hands or dishes are autonomously washed in them. Unless, of course, you live for the chaos and assign the wrong labels to each sink. We won’t stop you from letting your Sims continue to be little freaks!

Switch Control to This Household

Listen, as much as we love the Manage Worlds screen, every healthy relationship requires a bit of space. So, we’ve declared a bit of independence from Manage Worlds, giving you the chance to switch your active household from Live mode directly with the “Switch Control to This Household” interaction! While we added this as a means to switch between units of your Residential Rental more seamlessly, this interaction will be available on the front door of all occupied residences, not just Residential Rental units. Rejoice with me, my fellow rotational gameplay Simmers!

Base Game Additions That’ll Knock Your Shoes Off

In celebration of the release of For Rent, we have a few housewarming goodies coming to the Base Game. Along with a cozy new outfit that’ll have your Sims lounging in style, Sims can now interact with the Men’s Shoe Rack and Women’s Shoe Rack items from Base Game to set rules for the house determining whether or not shoes are removed at the door. Which means everyone will know whether or not your Sim is wearing socks under those sneakers (please, for my sanity, make sure they are!)

Bug Fixes

Base Game/Multipack

Quick Meal interactions on fridges have been renamed to “Quick Meal or Drink” and “Microwaved Quick Meal or Drink”. Gone are the days of “Glass of Milk” erasure!

Sims who finish their drinks while also eating will now make sure to finish their meal afterward. That’s right, Mrs. Landgraab, chugging your Juice on the Rocks doesn’t count as “girl dinner”.

Child Sims with the Genius trait will no longer gain the Want to Solve Hard Problems, They’ll have to wait a few years before diving into such complex abstraction.

Sims with a Fear of Fire will no longer be tormented by constant, unavoidable fires starting while they are cooking.

On a somewhat related note, Sims will no longer be given the option to Cook Together on broken stoves.

In an attempt to curtail unwarranted surreal horror gameplay, household members should no longer randomly be labeled as neighbors and become unable to use doors.

In the spirit of respecting the laws of physics, towels hung on the wall are no longer translucent when hit with natural light.

Though they are things of beauty, certain columns will now, indeed, fade away… when they would otherwise be blocking the camera in Live Mode.

Sims will no longer be constantly using their phones at every hour of the day. Not a cell phone in sight, just simulated people living in the moment. Beautiful.

Hairy houseguests deciding to shave in your Sim’s bathroom will no longer cause the game to freeze.

Sims should now actually be able to finish writing songs. Perhaps those of us with closets full of unfinished projects should take notes.

Child Sims will now only have age-appropriate thought bubbles.

After plenty of confidence building exercises, certain table lamps will no longer snap to the wall when placed and will be comfortable standing wherever you place them.

Infants who age up in a dirty diaper will no longer produce stink clouds as if forced to wear that dirty diaper into adulthood (Rest assured, I hated writing that just as much as you hated reading it).

Sims will thankfully no longer slip and fall in mud puddles while holding an infant.

Adjusted frequency of body hair on randomized Sims to be slightly less excessive.

Some of the less friendly toddler and infant hairs have been taught proper conflict resolution and will now play nicely with hats.

Sims living on Private Dwelling lots are now willing to make exceptions for food deliveries. Because everyone loves a good pizza, even territorial curmudgeons.

Basement stairs should now play nicely with terrain when the lot has a raised foundation.

Changing foundation height should no longer stop windows from being placed on curved walls.

Sims have learned what it means to be that guy and will no longer constantly ask “What Happened?” for no apparent reason during conversations.

Sims who would invite themselves over and make themselves a little too welcome have relearned their manners and should now knock.

Much to the disappointment of illusionists everywhere, glass walls over basements should no longer hide basement walls when viewed from above.

We’ve educated Sims on the dangers of over-caffeination, so autonomous coffee making/drinking should happen a bit less frequently.

Blonde gardeners and redhead pizza deliverers everywhere can breathe a sigh of relief, because parents with graying hair swatches are now more likely to have children that match their base hair color, rather than unexpected red or blonde hair.

When loading back into a save and entering Manage Worlds, there’s no longer a chance that occupied lots appear empty.

A previously unnamed PooHoo bush has now discovered its true name.

Console

Hitting the Undo button on the controller no longer pulls up the search bar in Build Mode.

Kits

The nails from Poolside Splash are now tagged for both masculine and feminine frame Sims.

As fun as it was, Sims should no longer grow a second pair of feet when wearing the retro bikini from Poolside Splash.

Laundry Day

Hampers can now be dragged in and out of Sim inventories in Live Mode. The excuses for putting off laundry end here!

Dirty cloth diapers will now go into laundry hampers, where they belong, rather than the floor, where they do not belong.

Dream Home Decorator

The Standard Gas Oven by Blazin’ Ladles no longer disappears when placed on lots. May your ladles remain ever ablaze…

My Wedding Stories

Certain veils should no longer force Sims to have red hair (seriously, what is it with this update and red hair?)

Werewolves

Werewolves will no longer autonomously Check On infants during their rampage. And thank goodness for that.

Seasons

Plants no longer revert to dirt piles in dormant phases, and instead will simply stop growing. They should also now only become dormant when entering their off seasons, at the appropriate time.

Get Famous

Sims who have chosen to forgo the spotlight will no longer gain unwanted fame.

Cottage Living

Sims will now retain the Heroic Haggler buff when buying discounted items at village shops after haggling. Let them enjoy their Karen moment!

Your Sims will no longer be doomed to a life of Sisyphean crafting endeavors. They should now be able to complete the task to create a Cross-Stitch for the Taste for Adventure errand.

High School Years

The pink swatch of the Benchmark Seating chair is no longer masquerading as blue in the preview.

Teens who get more than 250 Social Bunny followers should now be able to complete the third level Admired Icon aspiration.

Growing Together

Playing other households will no longer cause Sims to forget certain achieved Milestones. In other words, the game will neither gaslight nor gatekeep your girlboss Sims anymore.

We gave that creepy tree in San Sequoia a stern warning. It should no longer be encroaching upon the buildable area of the Sequoia Cottage lot.

Sims will no longer earn the First Promotion milestone when getting a new job, no matter how much your Sim is willing to be annoying and debate the semantics of that.

Toddlers should now be able to Sing a Song with infants without being interrupted.

Horse Ranch

Your adorable little money laundering scheme has yee’d its last haw! Sims will no longer receive double the stated number of Simoleons for selling mini goats and sheep.

Sims riding horses should now have an easier time saying howdy (and other things) to other horses nearby.

Sims will no longer be taunted by an unreachable log filled with frogs in Chestnut Ridge.

The era of heavy metal square dancing has waned. Sims will now only autonomously perform Cowpoke Dance if Ranch music is playing.

For Rent

Fixed an issue where rent could go into negatives or be excessively high.

[theworldofkirby]

i adore you, noble haltmann… (president haltmann x reader fanfic)

A/N: hai guys i wrote a haltmann/rader fic as a kind of sequel to the dedede dating simulator bc i dont feel like coding another game to make a haltmann dating sim so take this haltmann x reader fic instead

ok so like u are in dream land right??? well :) it was taken over by capitalizm!!!!1 omg

you, (y/n) the SEXIEST freak in planet plopstar is almost crushed by one of those leg things on the haltmann works company star dream thingy ok? yea so you dodge that and like… there's a window or somethin and a guy falls out of there

you watch as he falls. he falls for like 10 minutes. but then he lands on the ground next to you and you hear a crumch.

"ow" the male says

"omg!!!!! are u ok" u ask the masculine man

"i think i broke my pelvurouscula" he says

"omg no……" u say and hold him gently. u have magic healing powers so u heal him

"gasp" he gasped. "i don't feel like dead anymore"

he gets up and u cant help but admire he. his beautiful egg shaped bod and wicked pinstripe suit. and his luscious hair and mustache.

"newayz my name is haltmann. max profitt haltmann" he said with not a trace of happy

"haltmann….. my name is (y/n)" u smile

"ok" he says. "i have to go home. bye"

he goes into his headquarters but u follow him. u keep talking to him "um so wat are u doing? i almost died" u frowned

"oh no" haltmann says. "did i accidentally park my plant on u"

"ya" u nod

"im so frickign sorry" haltmann starts crying. "i'm such trash i cant commit capitalizm without almost killing peopel"

u frown at the egg's sadness. "dont cry haltmann…" u say comfortationally

"no it's not okay i'm shaking and crying rn. i might throw up" haltmann starts crying

haltmann cries and opens his office door and runs in and throws himself onto his bed dramatically like a sad disney princess. u enter his office and hear some haunting lyrics…

"I pull away to face the pain

I close my eyes and drift away

Over the fear that I will never find

A way to heal my soul

And I will wander 'til the end of time

Torn away from you

My heart is broken

Sweet sleep, my dark angel

Deliver us from sorrow's hold

Or from my hard heart"

u turn off haltman's ipod. "Haltmann" u say

"no my music" haltmann sobbed

"haltmann." u say again but more like… asssertively

"ouuu" haltmann screams into his pillow. "first i break my airpods and now my music is dead"

"HALTMANN" u grab him and sit him up

"what" haltmann sniffs

"whats wrong" u ask

"u see (y/n) i lost someone in da past… i forget who that was tho… but like someone died ok? and now im sad" haltmann explaines

"halmann" u look into his deep blue orbs. "i…"

"yes (y/n)?" haltmann blinks his beautiful sapphire saucers at u

"i…" u blush "i…"

"..." haltmann …ed

"i think u need to seek therapy" u gently stroke his bangs

"omg… ur right" haltmann tears up. he gives u a hug. "thank u (y/n)"

"ur welcome" u smile

"im so tired of depression. i will defeat this evil inside me. thank u (y/n)"

u get on his computer and start googling local therapists in dream land. "here's one," u say. "call them and see if they're accepting new patients"

haltmann gets his sexy cellphone out and calls the therapist. "hi mr. therapist, my name is max profitt haltmann and my friend (y/n) says i need therapy"

"ya we can take u in" says the therapit. "we will have u do an intake next month ok"

"n. next month." haltmann starts to tear up

u look at haltmann ernestly. "better late than never, haltmann… ur patience will be rewarded"

haltmann sighs haltmannly. "ok. we will do next month"

haltmann finishes scheduling his therapy appointment. u look at him with a pleased look on ur face. "that was kinda sexxy of u haltmann, working towards self care like that" u smirk and wink

haltmann blushes "haha yea i guess that is pretty sexy. um, not that i'm trying to be cool or anything" he stutters

"hey u can call urself sexy and cool all u want," u laugh. "ur epic even"

"(y/n)..." haltmann blushes. he leans in and gives u a kiss. his cute little mustache hairs tickle ur upper lip.

"teehee" u giggle. "ur mustache is so cute"

"thank u" haltmann says. "star dream says its ugly"

--

2 MONTHS LATER

haltmann knocks on ur door. u open it

"hi (y/n) my sweet honey bunches of oats" haltmann wraps his hands around u and dips u for a kiss

"h-haltmann" u blush "where did this come from"

"so u see, i followed thru with therapy like u suggested. little did i kno this would change my life" haltmann says. "going to therapy made me realize that i wasn't treating myself with respect, and if i want to feel respected by others, i need to develop respect for myself. without respect for myself, i won't be able to recognize gneuine respect from my friends and employees. and i cant live being so cynical anymore. i need to love myself, (y/n). i need to be my own bestie becuz who will be there for me when everyone is gone? i need to be there for myself"

u look at haltmann like this:

"haltmann… u… u mean…"

"yea. i love myself, (y/n), and its thanks to u…" haltmann kisses u again. "sory i didnt talk to you for the past 2 months btw i was depressed amd busy with therapy lol"

"its ok haltmann i love u no matter what" u stroke his egg head

"yea" haltmann nods. "um btw i like need some new music to listen to bc my therapist says i shuld stop listening to such depressing music if it makes me wallow in sadness more"

"say no more" u say as u smirk and take out of ur bookshelf a CDs of Hannah Montana 3 and the High School Musical Sountrack

u and haltmann spend the night picking out the best disney channel songs to boost his self confidence. soon enough its morning. "omg its morning" haltmann gasps

"it was nice spending the night with u haltmann" u blushed "we should do it again someday"

"no, (y/n)" haltmann gives u an onion ring "we will do it again today. marry me"

"ok" u blush

u and haltmann have a beautiful wedding with the stupidest most extravagant dress and cake bcuz hes rich. ur live happy ever after the end

[patti-mayonnaise]

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[augustjustice]

can I please hear a little about the Kas!Steve au that you mentioned in your last tag game? :3

Thank you so much for this ask! I expanded some on this idea here in this post, but in essence it's an AU where Steve is the one to die in the Upside Down rather than Eddie and, of course, be resurrected as Vecna's agent Kas the Bloody-Handed. A lot of the fic would be centered around exploring the ways that Kas!Steve is able to specifically target the gang and get under their skin from a much more painful, personal perspective, and also the characters dealing with the struggle of continuing to fight without Steve by their sides.

Your message prompted me to write a pretty long snippet (thank you again) which is below, with warnings in advance for Kas!Steve being unabashedly cruel:

By the time Nancy had cinched Hopper’s cuffs into place and Robin had circled the chair to help Eddie with his leg bindings, Steve had already come around again, dark irises rimmed with red as he took in his surroundings. 

Steve let out a snort, the curl of his lips making it clear how unimpressed he was. 

“You’re joking, right? Seriously? You really think these,” Steve yanked his arms apart as far as they would go, the chain between the cuffs snapping hard and making the room collectively flinch, “can hold me? In case you forgot, I withstood torture, once, and that was before the whole…superpowered upgrade. Robin remembers.” 

With a lurch, Steve hunched forward in the chair, leaving Robin no choice but to lock eyes with him. 

“‘Steve?! Oh my God, Steve! Are you okay?’” he cried out, voice breathless and trembling, as though he was about to burst into tears. But there was an edge to the imitation, an extra note that made the words come out almost whiny, grating. Then, the mimicry of fear and sadness cleared from his face, and in its place settled a look of absolute fury as Steve’s mouth drew down into a thin line, his otherworldly eyes flashing. “And, now–what, you’re just gonna…strap me to a chair, just like the Russians did to us? Or…maybe, who knows, maybe some part of you’s enjoying this, seeing ‘Mr. Cool’ get taken down a peg.” 

Robin took a shaky breath, the muscle in the side of her jaw visibly twitching. But she didn’t back down from holding his gaze, her hands hovering just over his shins, like she wanted to reach out and touch him but knew she couldn’t. 

“Steve. Steve, listen. We’re–we’re doing this for your own good, okay? Deep down, I know–you’re still in there, and you know we’re just trying to help you.”

Ignoring her words, Steve’s head lolled to one side lazily, honing in on Eddie. The smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips was cocky, condescending, and came with the added bonus of showing off a hint of his fangs. 

“Let me guess. The cuffs were Munson’s idea, yeah? Guess the rumors were true, then. There’s a reason you earned the title of the town freak, dude. I mean…we’ve all seen the belt, plus, the way you keep making those big moon eyes at me?” Steve widened his own eyes, batting his eyelashes mockingly before he dissolved into a quick, dismissive huff of laughter. “Not exactly subtle.” 

Eddie stiffened immediately, face tightening with a miserable sense of dread. Silently, Robin caught his wrist in her hand, squeezing it tightly.