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No Ads at Launch & Overlay Glitch Fix

Default main menu with no fullscreen ads that appear when you launch the game and fix for the blue overlay glitch.

long after you’re gone | 2.1k words

A sharp, golden streak of light curves across the pitch black sky.

Sonic needs to be there when it falls.

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Mourning Fix by Meowmocha

"Since the dawn of time, there's been an issue where sims who die outside of the active household are never mourned, even if your sim had a high relationship with them. Due to an EA oversight, the minimum relationship needed for a non-household member to be mourned is 101. Since relationships only go up to 100, this results in your sims never grieving their loss. I've never seen a standalone fix for this problem, so I whipped one up. This sets the minimum relationship level for mourning an inactive sim to 65, around the 'good friend' stage. This value can be tweaked in S3PE if so desired. This mod changes the Urnstone_0x8332d3edece83e1e XML, and will conflict with any other mod which uses it.

...more pictures on MTS."

wc: 700-ish. ݁₊ ⊹

a/n: AHHH i love this sm omgoshhhh. this is short bc i wrote it as soon as i saw this. if you have more ideas for this lmk!!! i love karen sm shes literally me. mean girls reqs in 2026😍😍😍a dreamm. also stacey and angela are mentioned YES ik they go to different schools YES i think they would rule hawkins high

the cafeteria smelled like mystery meat and warm floor polish, the kind of smell that burrows into your clothes and hair without asking. mike wheeler hovered near the plastic table where you were already sitting, backpack heavy on one shoulder, trying not to sweat through his shirt.

you were leaning back in your chair, legs swinging slightly, tracing shapes on the tabletop with one finger while stacey and angela flanked you like sentries. mike could feel lucas, dustin, and will pressed just behind him, silent but clearly waiting for him to implode.

stacey’s voice cut across the table, calm but sharp. “listen, you need to be careful.”

you tilted your head at her, one eyebrow raised. “careful?”

“if people think you’re… dating him, it would be social suicide,” stacey said, her tone measured, like she was explaining gravity to a toddler.

you blinked slowly. “oh.”

“it’s true,” angela added. “people would… talk. a lot.”

mike’s stomach twisted. he could feel his heart hammering under his ribs. he wanted to say something, anything, to make her see, to stop her from being… herself. but your face was so calm. so serene. so completely unaware of the effect you had on him.

“but he doesn’t even like me like that,” you said, your voice light, like you were stating the obvious. you picked at a corner of your lunch tray as if this were a minor fact about the universe.

stacey froze for half a beat. then her lips twitched. “he doesn’t?”

“nope,” you said, tapping the table lightly. “he’s just… my mike. he’s my friend. that’s it.”

mike’s hands clenched into fists under the table. his friends behind him were practically vibrating with glee. lucas nudged dustin, who was stifling a laugh. will was shaking his head, muttering under his breath, “oh, he’s done. he’s actually done.”

you leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers interlaced. your head tilted slightly as if you were solving some deep cosmic puzzle. “i mean, he’s nice. he helps me. but that’s what friends do. friends are helpful.”

mike wanted to scream.

“he’s just a good guy,” you added, smiling faintly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “and i like him. but not like… you know. that way.”

stacey narrowed her eyes, as if she couldn’t decide to believe you, or trust the realization that you were actually that unaware.

“i’m serious,” you said, absolutely still. your calmness was worse than any glare. “he wouldn’t even notice if i liked him like that.”

mike felt like someone had slammed the cafeteria doors shut around him. every laugh, every scrape of a chair, every hum of the fluorescent lights became unbearably loud. he wanted to tell you, to warn you, to stop, but even if he spoke, would you even hear him? you were too… you.

“exactly,” you said, leaning back and swinging one leg over the chair rail. “he’s just… mike.”

stacey sighed, leaning toward angela. “i’m telling you, she is going to ruin herself.”

you glanced at them. “no, i won’t. he’s fine. and even if he did… he wouldn’t like me. so it’s all good.”

mike’s head dropped slightly. he could hear lucas and dustin snickering behind him. will had buried his face in his tray, clearly trying not to cackle.

you traced another absent line on the table with your finger. “plus, i think he’s kind of busy being himself. he doesn’t even think about stuff like that. all he worries about is dnd.”

mike could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. every instinct in him screamed to make you understand. to make you see that you were wrong. that he had thought about nothing but you.

but you didn’t notice. you were already turning your attention to your lunch again, humming faintly, completely unaware of the disaster you had created in his chest.

he leaned back in his chair, jaw tight, heart hammering, as lucas whispered, “he’s lost, dude. absolutely gone. whipped.”

“yeah,” dustin added. “like… can’t even breathe around her.”

mike stared at your shoulder, at the faint glint of light where your hair caught it, at the way you rested your head slightly on your palm, serene and perfect.

“i… i can’t,” he muttered.

“oh, you can,” will said quietly. “but you’re gonna suffer the entire time.”

and mike knew they were right.

he just didn’t care.

because you were you, and you would never, ever see him coming.

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