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penny00dreadful · 1 year ago

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Before He Cheats

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“Munson Home for the Recently Deceased, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em. How may I direct your call?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before a light chuckle crackled through the speaker.

“Is that really how you answer the phone?”

Eddie smiled to himself. “Got you to laugh didn’t it?”

“Suppose.”

“Plus, no one calls the landline anymore unless they’re trying to sell something. You trying to sell me something?”

“No. No, I uh… I’m looking for an Eddie Munson?”

“Only an Eddie Munson? Only one? What a terrible fate. Well you’re in luck, my good sir. This is he. What can I do you for?”

The voice on the end of the line gave a light laugh once again but went silent almost immediately after.

Eddie stared at the wall in his apartment, waiting for something to happen. In the quiet he could hear the guy letting out little nervous breaths before one big inhale.

“I um. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, I’d prefer to do it face to face but I don’t know where you live and you probably wouldn’t even want me at your house afterwards and I did find you on social media but it’s not something I wanted to do in DM’s, you deserve better than that-”

“Okay, hold on, slow down.” Eddie tried to ignore the panic starting to kick around in his heart. “Is someone dead? Is someone injured?”

“No! No, Jesus, I’m sorry. I told Robin that I’d be terrible at this but I couldn’t just let it go on without saying anything-”

“You haven’t really said anything. You’re just rambling.”

“Right. Sorry. Again, blame Robin. I’m around her too much. But… okay. Do you know Rick Lipton?”

Eddie felt the panic leave him, replaced only by irritation as he sighed through his nose. “What did he do now?”

“He… um. I’m sorry to ask this but are you his partner? Like, romantic partner?”

Eddie scowled. “And if I am?”

There was movement against the line, almost as if the other guy was nodding.

“Shit.” He muttered before picking back up in volume again. “Listen, I didn’t know. He told me he was single and I only found out because Robin lives in the same building as you and she saw him with you and asked the neighbours and they said you’d been a thing for like two years and you have to believe me if I’d known I wouldn’t have touched him, I don’t fuck around with cheaters-”

“How long?”

Eddie had expected to feel betrayal or sadness, devastation or heartbreak and they were there.

They were just lost under a tidal wave of anger and indignation. He was even surprised at himself that he didn’t feel more caught off guard.

Rick had never cheated before (that Eddie was aware of) but he had always had a wandering eye and a few off-colour jokes about 'going to find someone more his speed’.

They’d never really felt all that funny.

Maybe it was because their relationship had felt dead for the last few months.

They barely talked, they just existed around each other. The sex had all but dried up as well and whenever they did have it, it was completely impersonal. Get in, get out, move back to separate parts of the apartment if either of them even bothered to stay over.

More often than not one of them would make a quick exit back to their home.

Eddie had been thinking a breakup was on the horizon for a while.

But that was no excuse to cheat.

At least have the fucking decency to end the relationship first before going out and chasing tail.

“Um, like four or five weeks." The guy on the phone muttered, clearly ashamed. "I’m so sorry Eddie, I swear to god if I knew I would never… I have- I have proof if you need it.”

“If it’s a sex tape I don’t think I want to see it.” Eddie was trying really hard to maintain his calm and not snap through the phone.

If what the guy was saying was true, then he was an innocent party in this.

Didn’t make it hurt any fucking less though.

Didn’t make him any less pissed.

“If- no it’s not a sex tape.” The voice sounded scandalised. “Fucking hell, do people actually do that?”

“Yes.”

There was a pause, as though the guy was waiting for Eddie to continue but Eddie just let it hang in the air. He wasn’t ashamed.

But he was definitely going to have to purge those files now.

“Okay well… It's just a photo. I posted it to my insta a week ago but he was really weird about it being up, which in hindsight makes a lot of sense, so I took it down.” He said, quiet and sad. “I can send it to you if you want.”

Eddie pursed his lips.

“Please hold.”

He unceremoniously dropped the phone with a clatter, leaving it dangling from the cord, bouncing against the wall and probably blowing the guy’s ear out.

Maybe in the morning Eddie would feel a little bad about that, but for now it just felt very satisfying.

He rifled around in his bedsheets for his phone before making his way back to the landline.

“Still there?”

“Yes. Ow, by the way.”

Eddie just shrugged, well aware the guy couldn’t see him but whatever. He wasn’t in the mood.

“Send it on.”

Only a moment later his phone pinged with a notification and Eddie opened the photo.

Well.

Shit.

There was Rick, in amongst a crowd at some nightclub, plastered to the side of some pretty boy who looked like he had a regular workout routine.

Ugh.

Eddie couldn’t handle gym bunnies, the amount they could bench or whatever was all they ever talked about. But this must be the guy on the other end of the phone.

@King.Steve.Of.House.Hair

Rick had King Steve’s earlobe in between his teeth and from the angle of the selfie Eddie could see his hands were wandering.

It looked like some kind of Halloween night, if the teeny tiny little sailor outfit was anything to go by.

God damn.

But even so, Eddie still wanted to be sure that what he was seeing was… well. What he was seeing.

“Steve, is it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t realise I hadn’t given you my name yet.” Steve let out a nervous laugh, like he was expecting Eddie to jump through the phone and strangle him.

Eddie was fit to strangle someone but Steve wasn’t in his crosshairs.

“Don’t worry about it. Tell me, what does Rick have tattooed on his ass?”

“Uh…” Steve paused. “He doesn’t have a tattoo on his ass? Not that I’ve seen anyway. But I can tell you he does have his taint pierced. For some fucking reason.”

Eddie gave a quiet laugh at that, despite the monumentally fucked up situation and the final cracking piece of his heart breaking away. Rick had that piercing by the time Eddie had met him. He insisted he’d gotten it because it was sexy. Eddie was pretty sure he’d just lost a bet.

Eddie was no stranger to intimate piercings himself. He had his frenum done a while back.

That one he’d definitely done because it felt sexy.

He looked back down at his phone, idly flipping through Steve’s profile and all of his other photos.

He probably shouldn’t be thinking about how hot Steve was, how it was juxtaposed with a soft cuteness that almost felt like it didn’t belong to someone with such broad shoulders and defined arms.

He hated himself for thinking about Steve’s attractiveness.

It felt wrong.

Even though he was pretty much single now.

Even if Rick didn’t know it yet.

But fuck him.

He’d find out.

One way or the other.

And Eddie was nothing if not a drama queen.

But he wouldn’t do anything tonight.

No tonight he would just… hurt.

And smoke.

A lot.

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice came through to him. “You okay?”

Eddie swallowed, finding it a little more difficult than he expected it to be and realised he’d just been staring down at his phone in silence.

The screen had gone black.

“Yeah.” He answered, his voice thick. “I’m fine.”

Steve hummed. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Eddie laughed. It was wet and sniffly and vulnerable and horrible. “What are you gonna do from over the phone far away… wherever you are?”

“I dunno. I could just… talk to you I guess? Help you plot Rick's murder?”

Eddie laughed again, a little brighter this time. "Yeah, that could be good. But if I'm plotting murder I want to be a little more comfortable." He unlocked his phone and hit the follow button on Steve’s account. “This conversation requires lounging, not standing by the landline.”

“Oh-”

“How do you feel about a video call?”

A notification popped up on his phone, letting him know Steve had followed him back.

“A video call is fine.”

“Great.” Eddie paused. He wasn’t even sure how to end this call with the guy his boyfriend of two years had been cheating on him with and who he’d just asked if he wanted to video call so Eddie could smoke his feelings away.

He just didn’t want to feel alone right now.

He could have called Chrissy or one of the boys to come hang out with him but that would require explaining everything over again and he really didn’t want to do that right now.

Before he could think much more on it Eddie said a quick “Okay bye,” and hung up.

Steve knew the story and Steve had been wronged too and maybe they could just be mad and sad together.

He unlocked his phone again as he walked back into his bedroom and hit the video call button, not even bothering to turn his light on, leaving himself and his room shrouded in darkness. He propped his phone up on his desk, angled towards the window where he sat on the sil and started to roll, using the streetlights streaming in the window to see.

Steve picked up only a moment later and Eddie got his first good look at the guy live in action and not through a photo online.

He was sitting at what looked like a kitchen table fully lit by the overhead lights, a pair of wire framed glasses perched on his nose and his hair messy and dishevelled, like he’d been stressfully running his hands through it, which he probably had been.

Eddie didn’t know how stressed he would be if he had to make a call to someone to tell them their long term partner had been cheating.

He was leaning forward, elbows on the table in a cosy yellow sweater with a slight worry between his eyebrows.

He looked so soft.

Nothing at all like the nautical sea queen look he’d been giving in those photos. He looked comfortable and gentle and a little worried.

“Eddie?”

“Mm-hm?” He hummed, bringing the joint to his mouth and lighting it up before pushing open the window a little more and exhaling out into the dark rainfall outside.

“You okay?”

He shrugged. “I will be.”

“I’m not asking about whether you will be, I‘m asking about now.”

Eddie looked over and watched Steve as Steve watched him through the screen.

“Alright, then no. I’m not okay.” He took another drag. “I’m fucking pissed. I’m sad, I’m upset, I’m hurt, I’m angry, I’m disappointed and I don’t know if all of that is directed more at him for doing this to me or me for not expecting it.”

“How were you supposed to expect it?” Steve shook his head in disbelief. “No one should have to expect to be cheated on.”

“Dunno.” Eddie shrugged, looking back out the window. “Relationship was dying anyway.”

“Okay, and? That doesn’t make cheating okay.”

“Suppose not.”

“I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. For my part in it.”

Eddie glanced back over, taking in the downward tilt of Steve’s mouth and his big sad eyes.

“S’not your fault. You were wronged too.”

“I guess, but…” Steve bit his lip and looked up from the screen, casting his eyes around his kitchen like something was going to pop out and answer whatever question was running through his head.

Eddie waited. The guy had been very gracious so far and he seemed to genuinely feel bad for all the mess he’d been wrapped up in.

“I…” Steve continued. “I know how this thing usually goes. You find out you’ve been cheated on and you still love your partner so you tend to focus all your anger towards the person they cheated with rather than the person who actually wronged you.” He looked down, fiddling with some kind of flash card on the table in front of him.

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” Eddie stubbed his joint out, happy enough with his current buzz. He was sufficiently mellowed, he hadn’t cried yet though that would probably come once he was in bed, but his anger had simmered down to a level where he didn’t feel like putting his fist through a wall but still angry enough to plot.

“I am, I guess.”

Eddie nodded. “This happened to you before?”

That was probably rude. His filter malfunctioned at the best of times but when he smoked it was all but gone.

“Yeah.” Steve stared down at the cards in his hands. “My mom had to put up with my dad’s infidelity a lot. And my ex-girlfriend cheated on me a while back.” Steve paused before taking a deep breath. “Rick was actually my first attempt to get back into the dating world so…”

“So we can both be sad and angry together.”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled and Eddie stood up, plucking his phone from his desk and settling it on his bedside table, switching his lamp on and throwing himself face down on his bed, probably barely visible to Steve.

“We can be sad and angry together.”

Eddie glanced up. Now that he was closer to his phone, he could better see exactly what Steve was fiddling with, he could read some of the text on the card.

“Stevie.” Eddie sat up, moving closer to the phone and unable to stop the smirk running over his face. Steve’s eyes snapped up towards him. “Did you write out flash cards for when you called me?”

Steve’s eyes widened before he unceremoniously swept all the cards off the table in front of him, his cheeks turning a terrific shade of red and he leaned his face on his hand, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

“No.”

It was adorable. Incredibly dorky and adorable.

Eddie laughed, full on braying belly laughs, collapsing backwards onto his bed. When he peeked back up to look at his phone through his giggles, Steve’s face was somehow even redder.

“Oh my god.” Eddie breathed. “That’s darling.”

“Shut up.”

“No, no. It’s really very sweet.”

“Ugh. Whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes but was still smiling, still had a blush lighting up his cheeks.

Eddie settled himself back against his headboard. “Actually, listen, let me ask you something.”

“Okay?”

“Does Rick know? Does he know that you know? Or that you told me?”

“No.” Steve answered, finally relaxing his fake nonchalance into real relaxation, folding his hands on the table and propping his chin up on them. “I figured if anyone had the right to rip his balls off it would be you.”

Eddie nodded.

That he could understand.

“I get that, but there’ll be no ball ripping from where I stand. No, I want to hit him where it hurts.”

“Woulda hurt me plenty.”

“Oh, I’m sure. But the only thing Rick loves more than his own balls is his car.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, he’s like, obsessed with that thing. It’s weird. It’s not even that nice of a car.”

“I’d love to say he has bad taste but considering he picked the both of us, I’m pretty sure his tastes are actually immaculate.”

“Just his decisions are bad.”

“Exactly.”

“Well.” Steve sighed. “I’d love to help any way I can. I hate that I was involved in this, in what he did to you.”

“To us, Stevie. To us.”

“Right, so what’s the plan then?”

“When are you due to see him next?”

Eddie pulled his van into the parking lot of the bar. It was halfway across town and a place that he never frequented if he could help it. Rick liked it though, always had. Eddie just liked other places around town more.

But it could be cute, he supposed. A small little country and sports type place that had a rainbow flag behind the bar and a small number of regulars who, according to Steve, wouldn’t do anything unless you got between them and their drink.

He knew that Steve was inside with Rick, playing up the flirty angle and acting tipsier than he actually was to put him at ease.

Steve had mentioned one of his signature moves involved pool, bending over the table and wiggling a little bit to keep the attention on him. Pulling out a little pout whenever he missed a shot or asking for help to line up his cue.

Eddie would be more upset by the fact that he was missing the sight of it if he didn't know he'd have the opportunity to see it himself at some point in the future.

They had talked for so long that first night, long enough that the sun was starting to come up by the time they'd both dragged themselves away from their phones to sleep.

They’d talked about their families, their friends, what they were doing in life right now as opposed to what they had hoped they would be doing when they were teenagers. They talked about their school selves and their dating lives and as the conversation wore on Eddie found himself thinking again and again about how long it had been since it had felt so easy to talk to someone like that.

It had been a very long time since Rick had put any effort into getting to know him as he grew through their two years together, like he expected Eddie to stay the same person as he was at the start of the relationship.

After that first night where they’d figured out their master plan, he and Steve had just… kept talking. Throughout the rest of the week up until tonight, they were in almost constant contact, only really taking a break to sleep and work.

Eddie felt connected to Steve and in some roundabout way he was thankful to Rick for bringing him into his life.

He’d even met Robin in passing one day, living two floors below him, holding the door open for him as he tried to wrestle with grocery bags.

She was so weird. He kind of loved her the second she opened her mouth. Honest, but with the sharpest tongue he’d ever met on a person.

She had knocked on his apartment door later that evening to tell him Steve was calling over to visit and asking if he wanted to come around to meet him.

Steve had apparently delegated the asking to her because he was too nervous to do it himself.

Again, adorable.

Steve was somehow even sweeter and even saltier in person than he was over the phone and Eddie tried hard, he tried really hard not to look too much or let his fucking horomones run away with him but Jesus. H. Christ it was difficult.

The sweetness of his soft sweaters and polos, his gentle smiles and understanding words matched with his salty mean girl attitude that would slip out every so often and the bitchiest of eye rolls that made Eddie’s heart jump.

Eddie was also trying to feel bad about what was happening but honestly, he was losing reasons to care that much.

He hadn’t texted or called Rick once in the last week and Rick himself had never reached out which all at once made Eddie realise he was the primary communicator in the relationship and it hadn’t been reciprocated in a long, long time.

Adding onto that was the knowledge that Rick was still fucking cheating on him and was in regular contact with Steve left Eddie only half heartedly feeling bad.

He and Steve would go over the screenshots of the conversation together every night and every night Eddie found it harder and harder to hang up the phone.

He was pretty sure Steve was feeling the same way.

They kept just catching each other staring. Or smiling or, pulling back from touching too much and he was almost sure that as soon as Rick was out of the picture for the both of them, something was going to blossom.

Even now, with Steve inside, flirting up a storm with Eddie’s ex-boyfriend who didn’t know he was an ex yet, they would be ending the night together.

Robin was waiting back at her apartment with an alibi ready if Eddie needed it though he suspected he wouldn’t.

Neither he nor Rick had a great track record with the police and it would be more trouble than it was worth to get them involved.

Speaking of, Eddie spotted Rick’s car, some souped up four wheel drive monstrosity of small dick syndrome sitting in the shadows and away from the cameras of the bar where Steve had convinced him to park with a suggestion of something happening in those shadows later on.

He hopped out of his van and threw open the back doors, grabbing his bag of goodies before sidling around Rick’s car to wait.

When the chords of some Shania Twain number started to leak through the walls, the signal he’d been waiting for, the sound loud enough to drown out what Eddie would be doing, he dropped his bag to the floor.

Curling his keys into his fingers and with almost a skip in his step Eddie began to carve a stripe through the immaculate and expensive paint work. Working his way around to the drivers side, he lifted the key up before bringing it back down.

With a little bit of sickening glee, he hacked the word CHEATER into the side of the car, the side that would be immediately visible from the bar door and the side Rick would have to see every time he wanted to get in and get out of the driver's seat.

At least until he paid a bomb to get it fixed.

Eddie had connections in this town. Working as a mechanic here for years would do wonderful things to extend this pain.

Rick knew fuck all about cars.

Tucking his keys back into his pocket, he sidled back around to his duffel bag, unzipping it and pulling out his Stanley blade.

Unsheathing it, he gripped it tight in his hand and punched it down into the nearest tyre, listening with satisfaction as the thing slowly deflated before moving onto the other three.

A second Shania song had started up.

He could hear Steve crooning out from inside, getting louder and Eddie knew he was running out of time.

He pulled Steve’s baseball bat from the duffle and gave it a little twirl, the same one he’d seen Steve do when he’d first handed it off and he had tried so hard not to be attracted to it.

He’d failed miserably.

Maybe Eddie could deal with a gym bunny if that gym bunny was Steve.

With an almighty swing, he brought the bat down, shattering one of the headlights with an almighty crash that wasn’t quite drowned out by the karaoke inside.

Rearing back Eddie swung again, smashing the other headlight and while the music didn’t cut off, he could clearly hear Steve inside calling out for Rick to “Wait!”

Okay, only a few seconds left.

Pulling the bat back and letting the anger and betrayal and indignation flow through him, he brought the bat down hard into the windshield where it embedded itself, the spider cracks of the tempered glass making the thing practically opaque.

The bat was fucking stuck.

Eddie knew that if he was able to pull hard enough he would be able to release the whole windshield from the car but he didn’t even have the strength in him to budge the bat.

“What the fuck?!”

Eddie slowly released his hands from the bat and turned, looking at Rick standing in the doorway of the bar, his mouth hanging wide open in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Steve was standing just behind him, with one hand over Rick’s chest.

To anyone else it would look like a comforting gesture, maybe. A show of support.

But Eddie could tell the hand was there to hold Rick back if he decided to lunge.

Both Steve and Rick dragged their gaze over the flat tyres, the word carved into the side, the bat stuck in the windshield.

“Hey sweetheart.” Eddie called across the distance, feeling comfortable enough to turn his back to pick up his bag, trusting Steve to at least shout if Rick was about to tackle him.

“Eddie,” Rick breathed, still open-mouthed somehow. “What in the god damned hell has gotten into you?!”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and held his hand out.

Steve patted Rick twice on the chest and stepped out from behind him.

Rick watched him walk away looking even more bewildered than before.

With one hand Steve took Eddie’s and with the other he grabbed the bat, wiggling it a few times before pulling it free.

They broke apart as they reached Eddie’s van, Steve climbing into the passenger seat and Eddie throwing his bag in the back before starting up the van from his position in the driver's seat.

He leaned over Steve to shout out of the window, “Have a nice life, asshole!”

As the van tore out of the lot, Steve stretched both hands out of the window, two middle fingers extended until Rick, still frozen on the spot, was out of sight.

When he pulled himself back inside, Eddie saw him glance his way, a huge grin on his face.

Eddie had a smile to match, whooping into the night as they sped down the road.

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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation.

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iridescentis · 2 months ago

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Ride The Cyclone Sims 4 Legacy Challenge! 🎢💚

Welcome to the RTC Legacy challenge! This idea was created by me and @nischabrainrot a while ago and I think it deserves to be shown to the world! So here it is! :D

You have to be this tall to ride the cyclone (rules):

No cheats, beyond the usual (CAS, build, etc - no money cheats!)

You may alter any generation if you don’t have the pack(s) required and find base game alternatives to goals, but any rules you are capable of doing are compulsory.

All generations must reach level 5 singing, to honour the Saint Cassian choir

Google Doc is here and the generations are listed below!

Generation 1: Noel Gruber Alone on the streets, you've gotta do what it takes to survive. Scavenge, homewreck, take money from rich old men, you do what you have to. You always wanted bad love, but maybe that's not all there is to life?

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Traits: Romantic, Creative, Bookworm

Career: N/A

Requires: City Living

Rules

Start with 0 simoleons in a small unfurnished apartment (or an empty lot if you prefer)

You cannot be employed, you may make money however you see fit except from a job, options include: finding and selling collectibles, writing books, theft, marrying for money, homewrecking old married men and taking their money, and so on.

You cannot find a “soulmate” or healthy, long-term relationship until you have completed the serial romantic aspiration. If you never complete it, you must die alone.

If you don’t complete the aspiration, you can only have one child, to be your heir (either via science baby or a one-night stand if your sim/the sim you hook up with can get pregnant).

If you do complete the aspiration, fall in love and marry your soulmate, and have as many kids as you want.

Generation 2: Misha Bachynskyi Growing up, you either rotted away in a dingy apartment with your parent, hopping between old dudes’ mansions for quick cash, or flourished in a loving family, your parent the strongest, and most morally questionable person you know. Regardless, your upbringing was weird. Maybe it was the instability, or your parent’s shady background, but a strong, rageful passion within you craves to run away, leave your hometown behind and start something new, a path towards stardom, your name on billboards. Secretly though, there’s a part of you that dreams of falling in love along the way.

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Hot-headed, Materialistic, Romantic

Career: Freelance Musician (Music Production) -Youtuber - Streamer

Requires: Get Famous and High School Years + Get to Work/Dine Out

Rules:

If you grew up in a house, have your bedroom be in the basement.

As a teen, cause trouble at school: pranking, arguments, fights etc. Fight all bullies you see at high school, any time you see bullying at school, beat up the bully.

[Requires Lovestruck or a mod] Find a partner on a dating app.

Join a high school extracurricular activity and befriend at least one of your teammates.

Either: break up with your partner and become high school sweethearts with one of your teammates, or meet and exchange promise rings with the partner you met online. Whichever you choose, you must stay with them forever.

Max the media production skill + 1 performance skill of your choice (Singing Lvl 5 is already compulsory, but you can max that as your added skill, or choose something else like Dancing or Acting)

[Requires Parenthood, optional] Age up to YA with the Argumentative trait (low conflict resolution)

Once you are a young adult, move out of your family home and start your full time career. It is up to you whether you want to live solely off music production, or also become a youtuber/streamer as well, but you can’t join a normal career.

Marry your long-term partner and have 3+ kids, with a significant age gap between them (for example, a new baby towards the very end of adulthood)

[Requires Get to Work/Dine Out] Have your spouse open a cafe/bakery as soon as you get married, and run the shop with your kids.

Generation 3: Constance Blackwood You love your family, more than anything. Living in a big family home with your parents, who are still passionately in love and always have been, and your siblings, who you spent most of your free time growing up playing with and taking care of. You’re your family’s superstar, friend to all, nicest person in town, and one day you’ll take over the family business. But is that really all there is to life?

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Traits: Good, Foodie, Family Oriented

Career: Running the family business!

Requires: Get to Work/Dine Out

Rules:

Have maxed relationships with all family members.

Max the social skill as a child

Maintain 5+ friendships outside family at all times

[Optional, requires Get Famous/Seasons] Join either Scouts or Drama club as a child and stay until you’re a young adult

Befriend a sim (as a child/teen) with one of the following traits: Self-Assured, Perfectionist, Self-Absorbed, Overachiever or High Maintenance. This sim will be your best friend.

As a teen, run the cafe/bakery after school and on weekends, and bake something every day

Go to every prom [Bonus: always go to prom as friends with your best friend, regardless of potential love interests]

[Requires Parenthood] Age up to YA with the Mediator trait (high conflict resolution)

If your best friend ages up to YA with a positive trait, stay best friends and/or date them. If your best friend ages up to YA with a negative trait, argue and end the friendship.

Max the cooking and baking skills

You must accept any and all invitations to festivals, no matter what, to honour the fall fair

Get married to your chosen partner quickly, ASAP. Move them into your family home as soon as you do - your family wouldn’t want you to move out!

When you age up to Adult, have a midlife crisis and start a new career. If your game gives you a midlife crisis on its own, follow every single request, no exceptions.

Have one child, or have your youngest be the heir.

Generation 4: Ricky Potts Your family love you, they do, but with so many people in one house, all the chaos of your multi-generational household, you fade into the background. So, alone with your boundless imagination, you dream and dream and dream, never quite understood by your peers, until you meet the right ones. All you know? Aliens are really hot.

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Traits: Creative, Geek, Loyal

Career: Scientist

Requires: Get to Work and Cats & Dogs

Rules:

Max mental and creative skills as a child

Read every Sci-Fi book and watch movies daily

Have a pen-pal

[Requires Parenthood] Age up to YA with the Compassionate trait (high empathy)

[Requires City Living] Win the Ultimate Gaming Test and/or the Hackathon at Geekcon

Max the video gaming skill

Complete your aspiration, and switch to Friend of the Animals

Travel to sixam and meet aliens. Romance and marry one of the aliens, moving with them into a new home.

[Optional, requires Strangerville: Complete the Strangerville story and live there with your family]

Have 2+ kids with your spouse

Any space you have in your household, fill with cats. If you have your sim, your spouse, and 2 kids, you must have 4 cats. Your household must always be at 8 sims (the maximum), with as many cats as you can fit.

Generation 5: Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg Of all the people to be born into such an unconventional, unapologetically weird family, you wish it wasn’t you. You don’t hate your family, that would be extreme, but sometimes you find yourself as the white sheep of the family, the odd one out, the only normal one. Naturally, you harbour some resentment as a result. That’s not the only problem. No matter how much you convince yourself you’re the normal one, you have a secret that nobody outside of your family knows. How are you supposed to become the prime minister if everyone knows you’re an alien?!

Aspiration: Academic

Traits: Perfectionist, Ambitious, Snob

Career: Politician

Requires: City Living and Discover University [ + Get to Work]

Rules:

Have a strained relationship with family members (below 50 relationship points).

Get straight A grades all throughout education. Graduate early if possible

Either join an extracurricular activity, side hustle or part time job

Attempt to make friends, but use critical and condescending interactions with them, making attempts strained.

Keep your alien identity a secret as much as possible and anyone who finds out, becomes your enemy, however you see fit.

[Requires Parenthood] Age up to YA with the Responsible trait (high responsibility).

Go to university and earn a History degree, this will advance you into your politics career

Mend poor relationships of the past - apologise to and befriend old friends, resolve enemies, reconnect with family, and try to be a better person.

Max the politics career, becoming National Leader AKA the president

Either marry an old friend you reunited with, a coworker, or remain single, but regardless of your relationship status, have two children.

Generation 6: Penny Lamb/Jane Doe

Raised by the president, with Alien DNA and a wild family history, it’s impossible for you to be invisible, even if you wanted to be. For the most part, you kept your head down, tried to avoid trouble and stayed in your lane, only causing a little trouble here and there with your sibling. That was until, through a friend of yours, you found the greatest sim to ever walk the earth, the most talented and admirable celebrity of your dreams, who you would do anything to meet and express your love for. Hang on a second, what rebrand?!

Aspiration: [Teen: Drama Llama] Country Caretaker/Friend of the Animals

Traits: Clumsy, Socially Awkward, Erratic

Career: Farmer

Requires: Get Famous, Cottage Living, My First Pet Stuff

Rules:

Become best friends with your sibling.

Complete your teen aspiration

Befriend a classmate as a child/teen. They, and your sibling, are your only friends.

Early in your teens, find a celebrity to obsess over. During your mid teens, drastically change this celebrity [in CAS, go into their household and just change them up however you want] then HATE them. Attempt to attack and fight this celebrity.

Drop out of highschool out of embarrassment, and move out with your sibling and friend out of town, to an empty plot.

Start a farm on your new plot and become a full time farmer, still as a teen.

Buy a rat, and name him Virgil. As soon as Virgil dies, so do you, in any way you can. Suggestions: Buy a telescope and use it until you get hit by a meteor, grow a cowplant and let it eat you, or be killed by a Killer Rabbit/Chicken

Bonus, for fun, rename the Grim Reaper Karnak.

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