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[nesurii]

PYRUS; a default + non default skinblend

default replacement skin + non default faceoverlay

for infants to elders, unisex

eye preset + weight friendly

uses my anatomically correct body

default skin in 2 options: V1 with defined nose and V2 with softer nose

faceoverlay in the options above + one extra, all 3 in 100% and 65% opacity options

credits: @sims3melancholic, @obscurus-sims

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*the male, child, toddler & infant body is more or less the same as EAs, they have the same belly button and collar bones as pictured above, the rest isn’t edited much.

@mmfinds

[sophisticity]

the sweetness of mischief | niko omilana

prompt – you pull the ‘current boyfriend’ trick on your favourite prankster.

warnings – youtuber!reader (implied), niko being a menace, swearing 

word count – 0.6k

note – thank you for your request, anon! i was originally going to make your ideas into headcanons, but this fic was more fun to write :)

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Your afternoon wasn’t supposed to consist of you discovering that dirt tastes a little sweet. 

But you find yourself face-first on the football pitch anyway, mouth full of earth and grass, the metallic tang of the soil making you gag. The only thing that keeps you from throwing up is the flowery scent that invades your nostrils and your mouth. It would be pleasant, if not for the grainy texture assaulting your tongue. 

“What the fuck, Niko?” You push yourself up off the ground, knees cracking in protest and pain. You cough out as much of the greenery as you can, then stalk over to the bench. You grab your water bottle and take several gulps, taking the time to gargle and spit after every one. 

Traitorous red blinks in your peripheral: your camera, still recording from the corner of the pitch. You make a mental note to purge this footage from the hard drive. 

“Are you alright?” Niko calls out as he jogs over. His tone is one of worry, but you can tell from the set of his mouth that there’s a smirk trying to break loose. “I didn’t mean to kick it that far, baby, I swear.” 

“You’re vile,” you say, rolling your eyes. “You’re a sick, sick individual. You knew I couldn’t run that far, let alone turn enough to kick that fucking ball.” 

Niko stops in front of you just as you put your water bottle down. Though he’s struggling not to laugh, there’s genuine concern in his dark eyes. He reaches for you, slow and gentle, a hand coming up to caress your face. 

“Did you scratch yourself? Get any cuts?” he asks, even as he turns your face this way and that, determined to discover the answers on his own. His thumb brushes across your cheek as if he’s checking for cracks in porcelain, his touch gentle and precise like he’s searching for damage in a piece of art. 

Your irritation ebbs away. “I’m fine, baby. I coulda lived without knowing dirt kinda tastes like expired candy…but I’m good to go back to filming.”

“I can’t believe you wiped out like that,” Niko says, unable to help the grin that cuts across his face. “And we got it on camera!” 

His teasing elicits something wicked inside you: an idea in the making, striking you quick as a viper.

You walk away from Niko and towards your camera, positioning yourself in the middle of the frame. You can imagine how it looks: you bathed in the rare golden light, the pitch framing you in emerald, Niko hovering in the background, serving as guardian…or the devil on your shoulder. 

Your lips quirk up in a smile. “Alright friends, it’s sunny in London for once so you lot know we gotta take advantage of it. Today, my current boyfriend and I are doing some football challenges.” 

You don’t turn around, but you hear Niko choke. 

“What?” Niko sputters. “Current?” 

“You heard me.” 

“That’s how it is, yeah?” His tone shifts into one that promises trickery, his voice that of a man always ready to rise to a challenge and unafraid of causing chaos to win it. “Well my current girlfriend can’t even play football, let alone do half these tricks. I might have to trade her in, find one that doesn’t fall face-first onto the pitch.” 

You whip your head around, your mouth falling open. This shameless jokeman. 

Niko’s smile is blinding, all teeth and mischief. He kicks at the football by his feet, maneuvers it easily between his legs and around him. Too smug, too steady. 

“Not to mention she’s a Liverpool fan,” he continues, eyes twinkling as he picks up on the disbelief on your face. “Can’t be around scouser sympathizers and that.” 

You don’t dignify his jab with a response. Instead, you toss him your water bottle — just out of reach. 

As expected, Niko tries to catch it anyway, unable to resist a challenge. And in true karmic fashion, your current boyfriend also learns that dirt tastes a bit sweet.

[ivy-senna]

you’re more distracting than the movie — Aj Shabeel x reader

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summary you came to watch a movie, but between his constant commentary and soft touches, your boyfriend ends up being the only thing you can focus on.

prompt – your boyfriend won’t stop talking during the movie, but somehow you don’t mind warnings – kissing in public, light swearing word count – ~0.9k

note – first fic, kinda scary 😭 hope you like it! inspired by that beta squad episode where aj said the cinema is his favourite place

requests are welcome 🎀

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“You better not talk through the whole film.” Aj scoffs beside you, shifting in his seat. “Why do you always assume the worst of me?” You turn your head slowly, giving him a look. He pauses. “…don’t look at me like that.” A small smile tugs at your lips. “Because I know you.” “I’m not a child,” he mutters, nudging your arm lightly. “Mhm.”

You don’t believe him. Not even a little bit.

Still, you settle into your seat as the lights dim, the screen flickering to life. The noise in the cinema fades, replaced by quiet anticipation and the low hum of the speakers.

For a moment, it’s peaceful.

Suspiciously peaceful.

You glance at Aj. He’s focused—actually focused—eyes on the screen, posture still. You blink, a little surprised.

Maybe he’ll behave. …maybe.

“…wait.”

There it is.

You close your eyes briefly. “Aj.” “Why did he do that?” he whispers, leaning closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “It just started.” “I know, but it doesn’t make sense.” “It will.”

He leans back with a quiet huff, like he’s been personally inconvenienced. You bite back a smile, turning your attention to the screen again.

Two minutes pass.

Then—

“Yeah nah, he’s moving mad.”

You press your lips together, trying not to laugh. “Aje.” “I’m just saying.” “You said you wouldn’t talk.” “I’m not talking,” he murmurs. “I’m commenting.”

You turn to him, eyebrows raised. He tries to hold your gaze, but the corner of his mouth twitches.

“…okay, I’ll be quiet.”

You hum, satisfied, and face forward again.

This time, it lasts longer.

You actually get pulled into the film—the music, the slow tension building, the way the characters move around each other like they’re scared of saying the wrong thing.

Your hand shifts slightly on the armrest. It brushes his.

You still.

So does he.

For a second, neither of you move. Then, slowly—almost like he’s testing it—his fingers curl lightly around yours.

Your breath catches.

You glance down at your hands. Then at him.

He doesn’t look at you. Just keeps his eyes on the screen like nothing’s happened, but there’s something softer in his expression now. Subtle. Easy to miss.

You lace your fingers with his properly.

His hand is warm. Familiar.

It fits too easily.

You hate it a little bit. (You don’t. Not really.)

His thumb brushes against your knuckles, absentminded, slow. The small movement sends a quiet warmth up your arm, settling somewhere in your chest.

You try to focus on the film again. You really do.

It doesn’t fully work.

Halfway through, the movie shifts into something softer—lingering looks, quiet tension, the kind of scene that’s meant to make you feel something.

You’re invested.

Aj, apparently, has thoughts.

“…he’s gonna mess this up,” he whispers.

You exhale through your nose, shaking your head slightly. “Can you just watch?” “I am watching.” “Silently.” “I am being silent.” “You’re literally talking right now.”

He leans closer, voice dropping. “Okay, but quietly.”

You turn your head, and suddenly he’s closer than you expected.

Your breath hitches, just slightly.

“You’re so jarring,” you whisper. “And you love it.”

You hesitate.

He notices. Of course he does.

“…shut up,” you mumble, but there’s no weight behind it.

His lips curve, just a little.

A few seconds pass, and you feel it again—that shift.

He’s not watching the film anymore. He’s looking at you.

You try to ignore it.

You can’t.

“What?” you whisper, finally turning. “Nothing,” he says, too quickly. You narrow your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like that.”

He shrugs, but his gaze doesn’t move. “You’re cute.”

Your stomach flips.

You hate how easily he does that.

“We’re literally in a cinema,” you say, quieter now. “And?” “And people can see.” “It’s dark.”

You glance around instinctively. No one’s paying attention.

Of course they’re not.

When you look back at him, he’s already closer. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne—something clean, familiar, distracting.

“Aje…” you start, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to.

His thumb brushes your hand again. Slow. Deliberate this time.

Your thoughts scatter.

“This is why I didn’t want to sit next to you,” you whisper. “Liar.” “…okay, maybe a little.”

He smiles—soft, not teasing this time.

That’s what gets you. Not the jokes. Not the talking.

That.

You lean in first.

It’s gentle at first, just a soft press of your lips against his, like you’re not fully committing—but Aj closes the space instantly, his hand tightening slightly around yours as he kisses you back.

Warmer. Closer.

Your breath catches as he tilts his head, deepening it just enough to make your chest tighten.

“Aje,” you murmur, barely pulling back. “We’re adults,” he whispers.

You huff out a quiet laugh, your forehead brushing his for a second. He doesn’t move away.

Neither do you.

You can feel how close he is. Too close. Not close enough.

“Behave,” you whisper. “No promises.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling again as you turn back to the screen, your hand still in his.

A minute passes.

Then—

“Wait,” he whispers. “I called it.”

You close your eyes.

“He did mess it up.”

You don’t even look at him this time.

“…I’m actually done with you.”

He squeezes your hand, quiet laughter under his breath, leaning just slightly into you.

And yeah.

Maybe he didn’t stay quiet. Maybe he distracted you more than the film did.

But as you sit there, tucked into his side, his thumb still brushing slow patterns against your skin—

you realise you stopped paying attention to the movie a long time ago.

And you don’t really mind

[vctrvn-ls]

Treat Me Better

note: shld I make this a series typa thing? also first time posting not from the app lmao, hopefully this’ll post properly. warnings: swearing, angry sharky (not typical)

wordcount: 1.1k

part 2

part 3

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You slammed the door of your apartment with a low and annoyed groan.

You were wet, freezing, hungry and tired.

With shaking hands and a quivering lip you untied your shoelaces, you didn’t know if you were cold or on the verge of a breakdown.

You dragged your feet from the hallway to the living room couch, not even bothering to take off your soaking wet jeans and socks. 

Another groan left your lips, this time it was more genuine and sad. You curled up on the couch, hugging your knees and screwing your eyes shut, remembering how terribly your day went.

After taking your first set of mock exams this morning, you realized how much you don’t know. And despite all your efforts and sleepless nights of studying, you felt like giving up hope to achieve those high grades you so desired. 

You were just about to rethink how you got caught in a storm with your broken bag and torn umbrella, when you felt your phone buzz. 

You took it out of your back pocket. It was cold and damp, with drops of water smeared on the screen. How was it even working?

You looked at your messages seeing “Sharks ❤️” on the screen. Usually you’d smile, but today it was if you had no energy to do so. Before you could reply, your phone lit up and began vibrating. He was calling you.

“Fuck,” you whispered. After a quick practice of your fake happy voice you answered the call.

“Heeeyy,” you tried to sound as bubbly as you could.

“Hey baby, howd the mocks go?”

You stayed silent.

“I saw you haven’t been online since this morning. You alright?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah I was just,” your eyes darted around as you tried to make up an excuse.

“Just what?”  

“Just…needed to get something done and didn’t have the chance to pick my phone up.” 

“You have any plans for the weekends?”

“Studying. My second set of mocks is on Tuesday.”

“Oh, right.” He sounded a little disappointed “Well I hope everything’s alright. If you feel like it, maybe we can go out tomorrow?”

You let out a sigh. It was more of a breathe than a sigh really, but Sharky misunderstood the tone of your breath and took it in as annoyed.

“Or- Well we don’t have to. I was just making a suggestion…haven’t seen you in ages.” 

You frowned without replying.

After a few seconds of silence you finally said “Could you…come over?” You even sat up, shocked by your spontaneous suggestion.

“…Really?” 

You hummed.

“I-I mean yeah of course I’d love to.”

“It’s late.” You said as if reminding him.

“So? It’s not like I wake up early or I have somewhere to be.”

“Then I’m waiting.” You laid back down.

Half an hour went by and you didn’t even notice. You were so burnt out that you couldn’t even find the motivation to look at least a little presentable for your boyfriend’s arrival. Realization only hit once there was a timid knock on the door.

You cursed under your breathe and got up, walking over to the door, unlocking it.

“You okay, baby?” Was the first thing Sharky said.

“Wha-Do I not look okay?” You got a little irritated by his question.

“N-no I was just asking.”

There was a second of silence. You had a mad look on your face and Sharky could tell something was up.

“Can I maybe come in?” 

You stepped aside with a quiet ‘sorry’.

“You want anything?” You asked.

“Just you.” He smirked as he hung his coat. You rolled your eyes.

“Jeez what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothings wrong!” You exclaimed, a little louder than you intended to.

He stared with disbelief. He didn’t say a word.

“What?” You leaned forward, feeling stupid under his gaze, which made you even more mad.

“Wha- Okay, is there anything you want to tell me?” He avoided the question that previously got a surprising reaction out of you.

“No?” You replied bitterly.

“Should I go? I don’t really feel welcomed right now.”

“Maybe you should.” You sighed. You didn’t mean that. You really didn’t.

Sharky’s face dropped. He knew he asked the question, but he didn’t think that he would hear what he heard.

“Are you for real?” He raised his eyebrows.

You shrugged.

He scoffed and laughed, looking up and shaking his head “Unbelievable.”

You observed, leaning on the wall with your shoulder and your arms crossed.

“Un-fucking-believeable.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t know if you could handle a fight right now.

“You are so,” he paused, trying to think of the right words “So… annoying.”

“What?” 

“Look, I know you probably had a hard day yeah? And whatever the fuck happened, happened. But if you ask me to come over you should at least tell me! Why am I always here to support you, yet I still get treated like shit most of the time.”

“Sharky I-”

“No you know what,” he raised his hands up “You have a problem. Like some serious issues.”

Your heart dropped. Never in your life have you ever heard Sharky talk to you or to anyone like this. He was pissed. Something you didn’t know Sharky was capable of.

“How the fuck do you expect me to help you through a hard time when you don’t tell me shit?” He whispered.

“I-”

“And when do I finally get the feeling of fulfillment that the relationship I’m in isn’t one-sided? Why are you so abnormally cold all the time? I spend so much time, so much effort to make you feel good, to make you feel loved. Will I ever get that? Will I ever experience that feeling from you? From fucking anyone?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but tears filled your eyes and your throat tightened.

“Oh and you’re gonna cry?” He laughed “YOU!?”

You sniffed and quickly wiped your eyes.

“Great. Amazing. Just great. You know what? I will leave. And I’ll leave leave cause I’m tired. Tired of wasting my energy on you.”

“I didn’t know I was such a burden,” you said in a raspy voice “Didn’t know it took that much effort to love me.”

“Yeah. It fucking does.” He grabbed his coat.

“Fuck you.” The sentence came out more like a question, rather than a confident statement.

“Yeah.” He looked at you with the saddest eyes. The most heart wrenching eyes. Eyes that spoke more than his mean words.

“Sharky, I’m sorry.” You said as if your instincts kicked in and your brain suddenly started working.

“Save it. I dont care how sorry you are. Bye. Have a nice life. And good luck tryna find someone who’ll deal with your bullshit the way I did.” He turned around and slammed the door.

You bit your thumb, sliding down against the wall to the floor.

You weren’t crying or sobbing.

In fact you didn’t make a single noise.

You just stayed there.

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[l5byrinth]

fortnight

“and i love you, it's ruining my life”

pairing: nikolas omilana x reader

summary: in which niko avoids you for a certain reason, and at some point you can’t take it any longer.

requested

a/n: hii everyone i’m back from the dead like i always am every few months!!! school has been draining, but one night i got this motivation and managed to write this, hope you like it <3 btw i know i should be finishing of the hunger games requests, but there are so little fics on here for the beta squad members and the motivation just got to me when watching a video.

also pleaseeeee start requesting more beta squad, not just niko because there aren’t many fics for these amazing men

NIKO never knew what it was like to be so infuriated by someone, it caused restless nights. To be so head over heels, that all your thoughts were consumed by only that person. That was until Niko met you. The way you had him wrapped around your finger, without you even noticing or trying, was something he never understood. But it was you, how could he not be?

The famous youtuber also didn’t know what it was like to love someone that wasn’t his. Someone not meant for him.

He had respect for your relationship, of course, he wasn’t one to mingle and make things worse. Especially since your boyfriend was one of the best ones you’ve had. However, the mere thought of you drove him absolutely insane and he wasn’t sure for how much longer he could bear it anymore.

You were happy, though, and he didn’t want to be the reason that would be ruined.

So he avoided you like the plague. Leaving every room you entered, switching the topic whenever you were mentioned, trying to keep his eyes from wandering off to where you were standing. It was killing him, but if it meant keeping you happy, he didn’t mind the torture one tiny bit.

Niko hadn’t told anyone about what he felt for you, he would take it to his grave, that’s for sure. Yet, he was more obvious than he thought he was, since he’s noticed the sympathetic looks his friends gave him whenever you were around. Numerous times. It didn’t matter, it’s not like you were ever going to find out and that’s all that really mattered.

After Niko had arrived back at his apartment, he was surprised to hear not a single sound being made. Knowing Aj, he would always either be gaming and yelling for the whole neighbourhood to hear or edit a video with the volume on to the max.

After checking a few rooms for where his roommate was, he got a call from Aj himself.

“Where are you, you rat?” Niko questioned, not even bothering to greet him. Aj let out a laugh on the other line, “Missing me now, are you? Giraffe.”

Niko rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the smile forming on his face, “Ha ha, hilarious.”

“Anyway, I’m at Chunkz’ right now.”

And after conversing for a few minutes, discussing everything and nothing, they ended the call. The tall guy let out a loud sigh, as he sat down on the sofa, turning on the tv to watch anything that came up first. However, just when he was about to push the button of the remote, the doorbell rang.

Niko was confused to say the least, but didn’t expect much of it. It was probably one of his friends needing something from him.

When Niko opened the door, however, he wished he didn’t. His heart dropped to his stomach, his breath hitching in his throat. That was the effect you had on him. Your hair was messed up quite a bit, your lips forming a pout as you looked at him. Oh, how he had to restrain all the power in him not to kiss that pout away.

A soft call of your name left his lips, as if he was terrified it was just a hallucination. “Niko,” Your voice was stern, yet there was some kind of sadness to it. And without saying another word, you entered the apartment as if you owned the place.

When you walked past him, your scent wafted into his nostrils and he took it in. He closed his eyes, not wanting to lose control and confess the second he turned around and looked at you again. Niko closed the door, taking his sweet time going to you. You were pacing back and forth in the living space of the apartment, your eyebrows furrowed and face filled with worry.

“What’s wrong?” Niko questioned, earning a rather unbelievable scoff from you. When you stopped pacing and moved closer to him, Niko took back a step, making you even more frustrated than you were before. “You’re asking me what’s wrong? I should ask you!” You couldn’t comprehend why the closest friend you had ever had, wasn’t present in your life anymore. The minute your feet took a step closer to him, he backed away once more, “Look! What’s this? Why are you avoiding me?”

You were absolutely fuming to put it lightly. What was he doing?

His gaze fell down to the floor, because if he would look at you right now, he knew he would ruin things even more. “I don’t get it, Niko…” Your voice was dripping with desperation, but you couldn’t care less at the minute, only interested in whatever was going between the two of you.

Another step closer, but this time he didn’t budge, his eyes stuck to the ground. But when you said his name so sweetly, who could blame him when he averted his gaze to meet yours. The question that left your lips, made the guilt sink inside of him, “What did I do wrong?”

However he didn’t cave in. He couldn’t and he wouldn’t, no matter how tempting the thought of you being his seemed right now.

“Niko, please. Talk to me!”

Silence, once again.

“Nik-“

“I can’t talk, please don’t make me.” His whisper was barely audible, but still loud enough for you to hear. “Why not, huh? Are you just going to ignore me like you have done for the past couple of-“

“I have to! I never wanted for this to happen.”

The tone in his voice took you by surprise, your eyes searching his for a more clear answer, “What are you talking about?”

“You think I wanted for all of this to happen? Of course not!” He started, and he regretted everything he said after, “I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help to feel at home with you, couldn’t help but feel as if you are the only one in this universe.”

His gaze was burning into yours, “I couldn’t help but fall in love with you.”

Something fluttered unwantedly in your chest, followed by your breath hitching in your throat. Niko’s in love with you?

“You… what?”

“I fell for you, hard and painfully so. I’m sorry, okay? It happened one way or another and now you’re the one consuming my thoughts and dreams. I care for you and love you so deeply, it hurts me to stay away from you. But I did what’s best and will continue doing so.” He rambled, never noticing how you were still hung up on the first sentence he uttered.

But when you met his gaze once more, and saw the spark in his eyes when he looked at you, you wondered how you could’ve been so blind. “Now, please, leave before I do something both of us will regret.” Niko warned firmly.

You were stood there absolutely speechless, but came back to earth quickly, when you realised your boyfriend was waiting for you outside.

[bisexualgranda696969]

[dawnleaf37]

[arunningjoke]

that moment when a guy who previously tried to kill your family that was later cured from a psychopathic virus and turned into a good guy tries to get you to adopt him as your brother

(do not tag as solar x ruin or ship)