#Jeff Pleasant

[reginacyrkonia]

Happy New Year from Old Town! ✨🎩🥂

[zoomzooomfast]

Sims 2 chat, do we think Daniel Pleasant is adopted but was never told?

Because there is no way this Ginger with green eyes. I understand recessive gene

But like...

His parents are almost definitely suggested to be non-white, and it's not like there was a massive retcon between 1 and 2 with how Daniel looks. Jennifer could be their kid, I believe that.

I have seen so many people suggest that Jennifer is potentially adopted, but like the more I look at his parents and then Daniel the less he seems related

[sharlasims]

So, I got slightly bored, and was trying to work on a personal headshot... that's when I wondered how would sims look ran through an AI program? So that's what I did! I ran all of the TS1 console sims through a photo editor, and here are the results! These are all of the sims from Play the Sims mode. Bonus: Fran Foofaraw from Get a Life!

[simnationlifebefore]

No one will notice the tiny detail here unless they really remember the Pleasant's story.

[zx-ta]

Brindleton Bay - Cavalier Cove - Bedlington Boathouse - Pleasant Snr. Residence 20x20

Lovely little house made by RachelPedd that you can find here on the gallery. I just edited one bedroom to make it nice for Angela and Lilith's sleepovers. The Pleasant elders should be happy in this neighbourhood, the view is gorgeous and the air is stimulating. I'm not sure what kind of hobbies they will have, maybe a book club for Diane (nanny) and some fishing with Brad Burb for Jeff (military) who earns a mustache because why not?

[bayoubashsims]

Tried to make the elder versions of the Newbies, Burbs, and Pleasants. I've always wondered what other people's personal canons were on them, since they've all passed away in TS2.

I've always imagined Bob and Betty went on to live in a retirement home after selling their house in SimLane, because Bob's health rather deteriorated and Betty was just stressed out. Her relationship with Brandi was always challenging because her own mother was tough on her, and she was concerned about Brandi marrying Skip as much as they liked him. Bob died first, and later on, Dustin was born around the same time as Betty's death of a stroke. Shame they never got to meet their grandkids.

For the Burbs, Brad always seemed older and he died after John and Jennifer got engaged. I'm happy to see that Tiffany lived to meet Lucy, as I imagine she'd be pretty old by then. I imagine her as a chainsmoking and sharp-tongued grandma. I like the Early Pleasantview canon of her, moving to the city again and all that.

Jeff and Diane Pleasant, too, apparently lived to see Angela and Lilith. But I imagine they'd be kind of distant to the grandkids. Jeff seemed to be tanner, so I guess they retired in a warmer climate. They died around the same time, but I dunno who'd go first--probably Jeff from his disappointment of not being able to go to Mars.

[valiantnightllama]

Headcanon: Jeff and Diane were strict parents who pressured both Daniel and Jennifer to into acting more "normal." They didn't approve of Jennifer's dream or Daniel's desire to live his life as a bachelor, pushing both of them into lives they didn't want.

Daniel's resentment and bitterness over the way his life turned out is the reason he turned out the way he did. Jennifer turned out much better thanks to John's support. She wants to be a better mother to Lucy, hence why she lets Lucy get away with a lot.

[micropolisx]

The Pleasant Family

Read my TS1 era story featuring all the TS1 Premades here

[lepacy-of-the-sims-1]

Round 6 - Pleasants

Not_So Pleasant

-Thanks, Luther! You didn't have to wash the dishes... - said Diane. -No worries. Thank you for the delicious dinner.

Jeff was very uncomfortable. What was on Diane's mind, he did not know, but this boy! The audacity. Clearly, he was trying to hit on his wife right in front of his eyes.

-Do you know who I am? - men quietly argued over the game of checkers. -I don't know, obviously a relative of the Pleasants? - sarcastically responded Luther. -I am Diane's husband! -Sorry, mate, you look more like her grandfather to me. -You will respect me, boy! I am from the military too, so don't you dare, unless you are that stupid to insult our family like that. -Aw, boo-hoo, I am so sorry mister commander. It was so-o-o bold of me to disrespect a bald man like that.

Later that night, Pleasant spouses argued.

-Diane, you understand me, don't you? You know how I feel. Can't you see why I might be worried? - But I can't just go to my boss and tell him just that, that Luther and I can no longer be partners because what, my husband is jealous? Besides, is that how you think of me? That I'll just... go with it as is? -I would prefer if you stayed at home, actually. As a homemaker. -What now? Now you tell me to quit? -Not exactly, but... - You know what, Jeff? I think I was a very good wife. Maybe too good for you. I raised two kids, brought the most beautiful human beings into this world. I kept our house clean and everyone fed. I supported your dreams, Jeff. While you were obsessed with aliens and other childish stuff, I stayed behind your back. Looks like the appreciation is one sided though. So I don't see why I should keep accommodating you and your feelings anymore.

Diane slammed the bedroom door in front of Jeff's face, indicating he was going to sleep on the couch today.

-Besides, - she opened the door again. - You spent what, 15 years chasing clouds? And you haven't proved aliens' existence even still. Well, guess what, husband, it took me and Luther one night of investigations and one article to do exactly that. Who exactly should quit their job now, huh?

And she slammed the door shut once more. Leaving Jeff absolutely flabbergasted.

[boolpropvampire]

Even with having an infant to take care of, the Pleasants manage to make time for their hobbies. Diane enjoys painting (it also helps pay the bills, they’re not exactly made of money…) while Jeff exercises and plays chess so he can hopefully achieve his dream of becoming an astronaut someday.

[dusksimulacre]

ahh, I've finally made a Jeff and Diane Pleasant that look remotely like their TS1 counterparts

[lunetaj]

the Pleasant family (1989)

[age-of-moonknight]

“Superior Spider-Man, No More,” Superior Spider-Man (Vol. 3/2023), #8.

Writer: Dan Slott; Penciler: Mark Bagley; Inker: John Dell; Colorist: Edgar Delgado; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[simnationlifebefore]

Sneak peak for the next PVLB4 update....

Nothing bad has every happened in December 2002, right?

[heart-eyed-love]

Love is Embarrassing

Summary | You and Eddie embarrass yourselves in front of each other a lot, but that’s okay, it only seems to make your relationship stronger

Contains | Fem!Reader, Established Relationship, Embarrassing Moments, Cursing

Word Count | 1.8k

Currently, You, Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, and Grant, all stand outside the fence surrounding one of the abandoned houses in Hawkins. It’s not a very tall one, but it did slightly ease you, putting distance between you and the sketchy house.

“Do you guys really think this is a smart idea?” Jeff asks, looking over to you and the boys.

“No, actually. I think this is really fucking stupid.” You answer in return, agreeing with Jeff on the fact that this wasn’t the one of the smartest ideas your boyfriend has had. You’re not entirely sure what good could come from this.

“It’ll be fine… It’ll be fun.” Eddie reassured you, lightly putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it an affectionate rub. You only side eye him.

Grant is already making his way closer to the fence when he asks, “Who’s going first?” And when no one answers you narrow your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Wasn’t this your idea?” You ask

He rolls his eyes, “Fine, whatever…” He approaches the fence. And in an attempt to impress, he begins climbing over the fence with ease. Trying to be all slick and suave about it, he’s about to jump off the fence, and be successfully on the other side. But once he does, his jeans catch on the fence… and they rip.

And you cringe once he’s back on the ground, having unfortunately ripped his go-to jeans. His face falls immediately when he notices, but the boys behind you are giggling.

“Dude…” Is all Jeff mutters out between giggles, but Gareth has always been one to make it worse.

“Are those Bats?!” He’s now cackling at his boxers, and even though Eddie's glare would usually make him shut up, the fence between them has made him brave.

“Shut up.” he doesn’t dare look at you yet, cheeks aflame. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, so you’re not sure why he’s so flustered.

“Maybe it’s a sign.” You shrug your shoulders, looking over to your boyfriend, who’s now currently trying to get a better view of his ass, trying to make the rip less noticeable.

Without looking up at you he says, “We’re going in.” You roll your eyes and make sure way over to the fence. Climbing up carefully as to not be in the same predicament as Eddie. He holds his hands out for you, helping you get down safely.

“Let me see…” You say, now that you can get a better look, hand on his back to turn him so you can see. The other boys begin climbing over the fence as Eddie lets you examine the rip in his pants.

“Is it fixable?” He asks softly.

“Oh, Yeah. We’ll have these fixed right up…” You pat his shoulder, “But for now…” You place your hand on his ass right over the rip with a smirk, “This will have to do…”

Last night was the first night sleeping over at your boyfriend's house. It was a domestic night of bliss, dinner was eaten at the table together, skin care was done, and you both brushed your teeth as you looked at each other through the mirror with a smile.

It was perfect, and the night was concluded by snuggling into his side, head resting on his chest as you both passed out, faster than you ever had. It felt right.

But the next morning was a different story.

You were woken by a soft shake to your shoulder, with eyes scrunched almost closed, you lifted your head from Eddie's chest and felt a stickiness on your cheek. Cracking your eyes a bit more open you’re able to see a wet patch on his shirt. You now know what the stickiness was as you violently tried to wipe the embarrassment off your cheek, then the same to the patch of drool on his chest.

“Shit, I’m so sorry…” You grumble, and Edide can’t help but smile at the pleasant sound of your morning voice.

“No, don’t worry about it, I just was wondering if you were hungry? I thought I could go get some breakfast…?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice…” You say softly, cheeks a little flushed.

“K, let’s go get dressed and brush our teeth and get rid of that morning breath.” He says with a smile, and your eyes go wide and to your mouth in an instant.

“Oh my god.” You whine out turning away from him, and he chuckles, following right behind. Pushing himself up against your back.

“Hey! Don’t be embarrassed, at least it’s not as bad as mine…” He says, lifting himself onto his elbow to get a better advantage on you as he begins blowing his breath into your face. You can’t help but giggle as you squirm away, cause yeah, at least it’s not as bad as that.

“Eddie, stop!” You now move your hand to cover your nose, a smile evident on your face now.

“Let’s go brush our rats' nests out and our morning breath away together, Baby…” He smiles cheekily as he takes your hand to pull you up with him, as he attempts to rake his other through your hair.

He then leans in to try and kiss you, and you pull away with a scrunch of your nose, “Is that really a good idea right now?” You tease.

“I can’t think of a better one.” Giving you the sloppiest kiss you had the honor of receiving.

You and Eddie had been in his bedroom when he acted upon his urges. He always thought it was so much fun to wrestle and play around with you, and he was happy to find out you had just as much fun.

But today, he took it to another level. An unfair level.

He had you pinned down on the bed, and he was tickling you relentlessly. And after having a pretty fulfilling dinner that wasn’t really going well with your stomach.

Giggling as you beg him to stop, losing your breath as he continues, the unfortunate happens. And a small fart escapes you.

You freeze under him, and he’s frozen too as he hovers over you. You can only imagine the shade of your face as Eddie stares down at you. He’s not even laughing, honestly that would feel better than the intense staring he seems to be doing right now.

Wanting to get out of this vulnerable and embarrassing position faster you sit up quickly and shove him off of you.

He’s falling onto his butt on the bed, with a slightly offended, “Hey!” And he’s pushing you back down so he’s on top of you again, moving down to kiss you fiercely.

He pulls away with a teasing smirk, “That was your first fart with me, Babe. Feel proud.”

You roll your eyes, but feel the blush rising to your cheeks again, and he’s leaning back down to kiss you again.

Tonight was special. Usually when Eddie invited you to his shows it consisted of his band playing covers of they’re favorite artists and bands. Lately, they’d been feeling bold enough to start playing some of Corroded Coffin's originals.

Those were your favorites.

But tonight Eddie wanted to do something special for you.

He had made the guys practice ‘Head Over Heals’, he knew it was your favorite. He hoped you’d think this was a romantic gesture, cause he’d never play such a song for anyone else.

He was putting his metalhead dignity on the line for you.

The guys had tried to tease him about it, but he was quick to remind them that he was the only one who actually has a girlfriend and that shut them up pretty quick.

That Tuesday as he saw you sat in the record breaking crowd of 10 drunks, he felt his nerves start getting the best of him. There was a small pit in his stomach at the thought of making a fool of himself.

And when he starts playing the song that has had him worked up since he started practicing it, his eyes find yours, widened and surprised. That doesn't help his nerves much as the first words he sings are slightly high and scratchy, and he cringes to himself slightly. Pulling himself together for most of the song, but unfortunately a few more voice cracks and off tone notes were sung.

After they had finished and went backstage, he plopped himself down on the rickety couch with a loud groan.

“That was totally shit man.” Gareth said as he made his way backstage too, earning a punch to the shoulder from Jeff, big eyes signaling him to shut up. But Eddie was feeling too distraught to give a single ounce of a shit about what Gareth thought.

“I think you sounded sweet…” Grant admits, trying to make him feel better.

“Yeah, don’t listen to Gareth, he’s a dipshit.” Jeff glares over at the boy.

Eddie, only wanting to be romantic for you, but who would swoon over a nervously high pitched, scratchy rendition of their favorite song?

He lets out a groan into his hands. “Eddie…?” A soft voice causes his head to snap up. There you stood, a sweet smile on your face, and he watched the other guy scramble out of the room as you approached the couch he was sitting on.

You sat yourself down next to him, so close, your bare thigh pressed to his denim clad one. “You sang my favorite song…?” At your words he looks over to you, and your eyes somehow are able to hold the most affection that's ever been directed to him. He knew you would never judge or make fun of him for something like that, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a humbling experience for him. “I thought you said you’d never stoop so low?” You smirk.

“Yeah well, look what that got me…” He scoffs and looks straight forward, and you can tell by his tone this might be a bit more serious.

“I thought it was great…”

“I sounded like an idiot.” He looks over to you.

“No, you didn’t. I thought you sounded sweet…”

“Sweet? I sounded tone deaf.”

“Well, we both know that you aren’t, I think you were just nervous, Eddie. But, just because it was a little pitchy doesn’t mean I didn’t think it was the best thing I’ve ever heard anyone sing.”

You’re smiling so sweetly at him, and he can’t help but chuckle, “Don’t be a suck up…”

“I’m not, like really, that was the sweetest and most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me. I loved it… I Love you…” You admit, feeling your own rush of nerves. It was the first time either of you had said it, but it felt fitting. He was vulnerable for you, you can be vulnerable for him.

He stares at you for a second too long, and you look away nervously, “Sorry, that was weird.” You say, but he vigorously shakes his head.

“No! No, it’s not weird… I just didn’t expect that shitty performance to pull an ‘I Love you’ from you…” He chuckles again, “I Love you too…” And he’s leaning in now, kissing your lips softly.