Station square, many establishments (cafes, shops, metro, office, bus station, cinema and beauty salon) 5 Apartments - if you want to play on this lot with mechanics is rented
lot type: Bar
lot size: 50x40
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My galery ID: Yellowduck3
Only NO CC building
Use bb.moveobjects
add the files to your âTrayâ folder
I built this lot last year as a request for my bestie-simmer Jul for her high school LP project on her YT channel and didnât post it to the public until the start of this project, so this building doesnât contain a new EP - Growing Together and all last kits.
I always would love to see your screenshots, so feel free to tag me @alerionjkeee
No CC
Lot size: 20x15
Lot type: Residential
3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom
Located in: Copperdale
Playtested
Make sure to enable âbb.moveobjectsâ before placing the lot!
A classic small town cemetery, open to visitors from dawn to dusk. Here you'll find the final resting places of everyone from Copperdale's earliest inhabitants to the community's recently departed. The cemetery is arranged around a central mausoleum, where some of the town's most notable families have been interred for multiple generations.
After dark, it's known to be a popular hangout for local high schoolers â much to the groundskeeper's chagrin. But don't worry, they're (mostly) harmless.
Lot details:
Lot Type: Cemetery
Price: §42,973
Size: 30x30
Location: BridgeCreek Drive, Copperdale
Iâve used from all packs freely here. As always, no CC!
Created in celebration of Simblreen 2025! @simblreenofficial
Download links and aerial shot below the cut
Download via the Sims 4 Gallery or tray files via Sim File Share. Youâre free to do whatever you want with the place but please donât re-upload or share without credit. Thank you!
this lot was inspired by the building of the same name from Life Is Strange: True Colors
the build was in my plans since when EP High School Years was released, but due to lack of things I needed, I put it off until the last basement treasures kit came out
I thought for a long time what type of lot to choose: generic or retail, but in fact there is nothing to buy except for a couple of instruments, so I chose the generic one, but you can use any type you like!
I always would love to see your screenshots, so feel free to tag me @alerionjkeee
No CC
Lot size: 20x15
Lot type: Generic
Located in: Copperdale
Playtested
Recommended have all packs.
Make sure to enable âbb.moveobjectsâ before placing the lot!
I changed every hall for every event that we currently have in the game. I will put 4 lots in the zip file, each will need to be installed in build/buy mode
I always would love to see your screenshots, so feel free to tag me @alerionjkeee
No CC
Lot size: 30x20
Lot type: Auditorium
Located in: Copperdale
Playtested
Summary: Noah takes his daughter Ava trick-or-treating, but she doesnât understand the rules and walks into someoneâs house as if it were her own.
Pairing: singledad!noah x reader
Tags: plain comfort, fluff, a little bit of angst but nothing major.
Words: 2.5k
This was @somebodyels3 's idea, ok? I just turned her 50 words into 2.500 as per usual đ§
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Avaâs plastic pumpkin bucket bumped against her knees as she skipped ahead of her dad, every step of her little feet crunching the dry leaves covering the pavement with every step.
The night was a patchwork of porch lights, grinning pumpkins, and kids running around laughing to temper down the fright of the scary decorations.
âSlow down, Ava. The candy isnât going anywhere,â Noah said, but he let her pull him along. It had been a little over two years since sheâd started walking. Sheâd been a fast learner, but he was still astonished at her speed.Â
âAll the good candy will be gone if we donât hurry!â she replied, heading toward a one-story house across the street. It was white, with a well-tended front garden decorated with pumpkins and a sign on the door that read âtrick or treat.âÂ
The wings of Avaâs bat costume flapped, catching the gleam of the streetlights.
Noah frowned, though a laugh escaped under his breath.
âYouâre three. How are you so calculating?â
Ava had collected her loot from three houses by now, practically running from one to another, murmuring tiny, joyful thank-yous and waving at every inflatable ghost she saw. Noah felt the easy rhythm of the night, of being with her. She was all he had, and for once, he felt like he had done a pretty good job raising her on his own.
They reached the white house, soft yellow light spilling through thin curtains. A small row of kids was just leaving, giggling with their buckets full.
A young womanâabout his age, Noah thoughtâstood by the door, dressed in black leggings and a grey sweater. Next to her, a big golden dog sat on his haunches, tongue lolling.
If there was one thing Ava loved more than candy, it was dogs.
âDoggy!â she gasped, eyes wide.Â
Before Noah could react, she had let go of his hand and raced up the steps, her tiny wings flapping.
âWaitâAva!â
She was already there, standing in front of the dog and the woman with the cozy gray sweater, hair falling in waves over her shoulders.
âHi,â Ava said. âMy name is Ava. Can I pet your dog?â
âWell, hi there. Of course you can,â the woman said.Â
Noahâs eyes were drawn to her smile, warm enough to melt the chill in the air.
âHis name is Kiki.â
âKiki!â Ava exclaimed.
That sent Kiki up on all fours, his tail wagging excitedly. A moment later, Ava dropped her bucket and began to pet him, giggling every time the dog licked her hands.
âIâm sorry,â Noah began, reaching the four steps to the porch in two strides. âSheâs a bitââ
The woman looked up at him, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. Â He was also dressed in black and wasnât wearing a costume, which gave her a sudden feeling of warmth. She loved Halloween but wasnât a big fan of dressing up. She preferred to be comfortable and spend the night at home. By the looks of him, he probably felt the same, but unlike her, he had a little one in his care.
Her eyes wandered unconsciously along his frame. The long sleeves of his sweater covered his arms, but ink peeked out, spreading to his hands and up his neck. His brown hair was a bit long, as if he hadnât had a haircut in a while, and strands fell over his forehead.
âItâs okay,â she said, telling herself that as attractive as the man in front of her was, her door was open to give candy to the kidsâto his kid. She needed to get a hold of those intrusive thoughts⊠âKiki loves the attention.â She looked down at Kiki, who was circling Ava, his tail brushing her face and sending her into fits of giggles. She was adorable. Then, Kiki padded into the house. And of course, Ava followed, running, giggling, unaware of adult boundaries or what privacy meant.
Noahâs eyes widened as his heart somersaulted in his chest.
âAva! Oh God, Ava, wait!âÂ
Should he follow? Stay put? His face flushed as he debated with himself.Â
âJesus Christ.â He was about to cover his face with a hand. âIâm so sorryââ
The woman giggled, taking two steps to the side. Noah wasnât sure if she was letting him in or just giving him a better view of wherever Ava had run off to.
âSheâs just playing,â she said.
I know that, Noah thought. That doesnât make it right to barge into someoneâs house.
He was frozen on the doorstep, torn between good manners and parental panic. He could hear Ava somewhere inside, giggling and talking to the dog, and part of him wanted to laugh, but another part imagined every possible disaster that could happen in a strangerâs living room.
He hovered awkwardly.
âUh, Ava, sweetheart, maybe, uh, come back here, please?â
No response. Just the happy bark of the dog and Avaâs delighted shriek.
The woman smiled, amused, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
âYou can come in, you know. I promise weâre notââ
Before she could finish, there was a loud crash from the living room. The womanâs smile faded, her eyes flicking toward the sound. Then came Avaâs suddenly shaky, small voice.
âDaddy?... I think I did something bad.â
Noah took the liberty of stepping inside and heading to the living room. The woman walked behind him, picking up the little pumpkin basket Ava had left on the porch and closing the main door.
In the living room, where the scent of cinnamon and pumpkin was strong from a couple of candles burning on a shelf next to various figurines, Ava stood in the center by the coffee table. At her feet, on the rug, lay hundreds of tiny LEGO bricks scattered across the floor. Noahâs eyes scanned the damage, and dread filled him though part of the structure was still intact. He was pretty sure that was the Sanderson Sistersâ Cottage from Hocus Pocus. He had watched that movie with Ava barely two nights ago.
His stomach dropped.
âOh, for Godâs sake⊠Ava.â
She was frozen, eyebrows curved down, lower lip trembling, standing as still as a statue. The dog was at her side, as if he acknowledged that heâd had some part in it too.
âIt wasâŠâ her voice trembled. âAn accident, Daddy.â
Noah rubbed the back of his neck, mortified.
What am I supposed to do now?
He turned. âIâm so sorry,â he said to the woman. âShe justââ He took a deep breath. âI shouldnât have let her in. I shouldâve stopped her.â
The woman stood still for a moment, eyes on the wreckage. There was something soft and sad in her face, the quiet heartbreak that comes when something you built with care just⊠falls apart. But then she looked at Ava, whose lip trembled and eyes filled with tears big enough to spill over, and her expression gentled.
âItâs okay,â she said, crouching down next to her and taking her little hand.
Noah frowned.Â
âNo, itâs not okay,â he said. âAva, this is not right.â
âIâm sorry,â Ava whispered, voice shaking.
âShe needs to understand she canâtââ Noah began.
âItâs really fine,â the woman interrupted gently, lifting a hand toward him. Kiki took the opportunity to lick her fingers. She narrowed her eyes at him, letting him know she wasnât entirely pleased. âYouâre such a drama king,â she told him before patting his head. âItâs fine, seriously,â she continued, looking back at Noah, who seemed like he was having a dad panic attack. âI promise. Iâve had that thing built since last Halloween. Maybe itâs the universeâs way of telling me to try again. It was probably getting dusty anyway.â
Noah still looked tense, unsure how to unclench.
âShe should at least help you fix it. Ava, say sorry properly and start putting some of it back together, okay?â
Ava nodded quickly, sniffling. âOkay, Daddy. Iâm sorry, ladyâŠâ
The lady laughed, and the way her eyes wrinkled and her smile lit up made Noahâs attention divert for a few seconds.
Ava knelt on the rug in her sparkly black costume and started carefully picking up the little bricks with chubby fingers. One by one, she placed them on the table, pausing every few seconds to brush away a tear that had slipped from her eyes, the same color as her dadâs.
âHey,â the young woman said, touching her arm. âItâs just a toy, okay?â
Ava remembered Daddy saying they had to look after toys too, so she wasnât sure what the lady meant. She looked at her dad, who had his hands on his hips now, shoulders squared, the same look of worry mixed with authority still on his face.
âI will be good, Daddy.â
Her little voice disarmed him. His shoulders dropped, and so did his hands. He crouched next to her.
âYouâre already a good, Ava. I know that. Just donât go running around like that again, especially not into someone elseâs house, okay?â He rubbed a hand up and down her back, almost the same size as his large palm.
Ava nodded, then threw her arms around her dadâs neck and let herself be enveloped by Noahâs big limbs.
While hugging his daughter, he gave an apologetic look to the young woman, who was still picking up pieces from the rug while watching them warmly, as if she longed for something like that, to be held in someoneâs arms.
âI swear sheâs not usually this⊠fast,â Noah said.
But he was lying. Ava was always this fast. She had learned to talk fast and to walk faster. He couldnât take his eyes off her for even a second.
âIâm sure sheâs just enthusiastic. Itâs a special night, anyway.â
For a moment, their eyes met, and in that quiet, something passed between them.
âIt is,â Ava replied, lifting her head, her bat ear perking up. âItâs my Daddyâs birthday.â
The womanâs eyes widened. âOh?â
Noahâs eyes shot up to the ceiling before closing. âAvaâŠâ
âWe made a cake this morning,â she explained, leaving her dadâs hug to face the young lady. âIt was carrot cake. Then he did this on the candles.â She imitated blowing, her cheeks puffing out.
âItâs called blowing, baby,â Noah told her.
The young lady laughed.Â
âHappy birthday, then.â
âThanks,â he said, hoping the topic would end there. He wasnât a big fan of birthdays, especially his. He preferred to spend the day taking Ava trick-or-treating and keeping her entertained with movies and candy.
âAll my candy will be for him,â Ava announced.
âIsnât that sweet of you, Ava?â
âTooth-rotting sweet,â Noah added, standing up, hands on his knees before straightening to his full height and pushing his hair from his face. âCome on, Ava. Letâs finish tidying up.â
Before he could suggest they leave, the young lady asked Ava if she wanted to help her rebuild the Sanderson cottage, and just like that, time began to slip away unnoticed, with Ava sorting colors with tiny, serious hands while she guided her through rebuilding the base of the cottage.
Kiki lay beside them, head resting on his front paws, eyes focused on them, his tail occasionally thumping when Ava talked to him. Noah eventually joined in, and the three of them spent a while kneeling by the coffee table.
Every now and then, the doorbell would ring, and the woman would stand up to greet new trick-or-treaters and hand out candy. Her sweater sleeves brushed glitter off the coffee table when she returned.
And in between the rustle of wrappers as Ava indulged in the sweets she was allowed and the gentle click of LEGO pieces, the house filled with quiet conversation.
Noah had been served a hot chocolate that he was sharing with Ava. He wasnât sure when the woman had asked or how heâd even said yes. He wasnât a big fan of hot chocolate. But suddenly there was a warm mug in his hands and a comfort that made the edges of the evening blur.
Ava chatted as she worked, her words tumbling out between yawns.
âIâve never had a mommy,â she said suddenly, not looking up from the little pieces. She had a stain of chocolate above her upper lip. Noah had cleaned her before, but every time she took a sip from the mug, it appeared again.
When she said that, Noah froze, halfway through a sip.
The woman glanced at him, startled, but Ava kept going, matter-of-factly:
âOr a doggy. Or a LEGO set. I think Iâd like all three.â
âIâll get you a LEGO set for Christmas,â Noah said quickly. âThe one with the house from Up, okay?â
âOkay,â Ava replied with a big smile, holding red and white pieces.
âAnd you can always come visit Kiki,â the woman added.
âCan we, Daddy?â
Noah gave her a small, sheepish smile and nodded. He watched his daughter line up the roof tiles with concentration and felt something stir in him, a quiet gratitude that tonight, by accident, she had stumbled into a house full of warmth.
By the time the clock over the mantel ticked toward ten, the once-ruined cottage had nearly taken shape again.
Ava leaned against Kiki, who had offered his furry body as a cushion. She had eaten too much candy, and Noah had expected a sugar rush, but when he saw her eyes drooping, he knew it was only a matter of seconds before she was out. The woman suggested she sit on the sofa for a break, and the moment Ava did, climbing with a grunt of effort onto the couch and sinking into the pillows, she fell asleep, with her bat wings and ears still on.
âWeâve completely hijacked your Halloween evening,â Noah said, setting his mug on the table.
âNot at all,â she replied, swallowing a sip of her chocolate. âMy housemate went away for the weekend with her boyfriend, so my plan was to give out candy and maybe watch a comedy movie. This was much better, trust me.â
There was a stillness after that, not awkward, just⊠suspended.
Noah nodded slowly.Â
âWe should probably go. Iâve taken up too much of your time already.â
She hesitated, her eyes flicking to the couch and back to him.Â
Then, almost shyly, she said, âYou donât have to go yet. Itâs late, and sheâs already out cold. How about⊠we order a pizza? Itâs your birthday, after all.â
Noah made a face that gave him away.Â
âYou donât like celebrating, do you?â she guessed.
âI prefer to focus on the trick or treating, honestly.â
âPerfect. Iâm treating you to pizza,â she concluded, taking out her phone and making Noahâs eyebrows shoot up in surprise. âPepperoni is fine?â
Noah blinked, caught off guard. Then he smiled.
âPepperoni will do, yeah.â
And thatâs exactly what they did.
The doorbell stayed quiet, the candy bowl empty, the world outside dark and still. They sat on opposite armchairs in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, talking over slices of pepperoni and paper napkins, trading stories and laughter that came easier than either of them expected.
Ava slept peacefully, Kiki curled up beside her. The LEGO cottage stood half-finished on the table, but somehow, it felt less like something broken and more like something beginning.
