#and he complimented my glasses and it meant a lot cus he was such a cool fkn dude even down to his style

[mer-se]

people are so cute sometimes.

[myownpersonaldemons]

*breathes in* goth reader (who is lowkey a e girl and looks like she could’ve been in the underground the whole time) meets uf grillby. Go crazy with this one darling like go fuck wild with the prompt. Go apeshit. :)

So, I’m an old lady, and I had to figure out what an e-girl was because yo, I had no idea. I’ve heard it before but never actually understood what it meant. So it took a bit before I actually could write this because I had to do *adjusts glasses* research.

By research, I meant googling it and still being confused so I asked my tumblr followers and someone explained it so I accepted that term as the One.

Anyways! Prompt away! Goth(lowkey e-girl) Reader meeting UF!Grillbz.

Heads up, there is some mature themes to this. As in, Reader works at a sex shop. So, be aware. (because you said go wild I was like ‘what’s a wild way to meet someone for the first time? a sex shop. yes perfect got it let’s go.’)

You hummed softly as you scrolled through the comments on your newest Instagram post. You’d started doing OOTD’s because a couple people who followed you on other social media websites begged you too.Though, you had to admit that a lot of the comments were validating as fuck. A couple of people asked where you got specific pieces of clothing, so you answered honestly.

Honestly, once you saw the goth aesthetic you were all over it…and when e-girl aesthetic became a thing you were all over that as well. There was just something about it that felt…right. You looked great, and you didn’t mind people staring at you as much as you might’ve at one point.

Plus, ever since the monsters came to the surface,  there was an explosion of alt-clothing available everywhere and it was beautiful. You could actually find new pieces at your local clothing stores instead of needing to order online and pay the hefty shipping fees.

The bell on the door rang and you locked your phone and tucked it back into your pocket. As you glanced up you saw two masculine looking monsters, but honestly with them you knew to never assume anything.You tried not to assume, especially at your place of work, anything aboutanyone who walked in through the doors. So, you merely smiled, “Hey! Welcome, if you need any help gimme a shout!”

The skeletal monster shrank in his hoodie, making a ‘tch’ sound and proceeded to stare directly at the ground. On the other hand, the monster made entirely of purple flame tilted his head down slightly so you could see his bright white eyes which he winked at you.

You merely kept your smile on because honestly? You were way too used to people flirting with you randomly when they came in.

The two headed off deeper into the store and you waited a bit before moving from behind the counter to start organizing some merchandise.

“tch…no fuckin’ way,” the skeleton’s voice reached your ears as started to front end face all the boxes along the far wall closer to the two monsters. “look, m’tellin’ ya stockings are way fuckin’ hotter than thigh highs.”

“You drink mustard for a beverage, Sans…I do not think your ‘tastes’ are considered viable in anyway,” the fire monster replied back coolly. The skeleton monster, Sans, made a disgruntled noise. “Thigh highs are far superior, and are less likely to tear and be ruined. Quality is sexy.”

Another noise, “what th’ fuck? quality? sorry, forgot your stupid rich ass is into bullshit like ‘cashmere and silk.’” You could hear the distain in the skeletons voice that almost made you snort in response. Instead, you kept your opinions and thoughts to yourself as you continued to hear them banter back and forth. Sans was still avoiding looking at anything while the other perused the merchandise casually.

A purple firey hand picked up one of the boxes near you and began to examine it closely.

“uh, s’cuse me,” Sans said, and it took you a second to realize he was talking to you, but once you did you quickly apologized and asked him if there was something you could help him with. “what d’ya think? stockings or thigh highs?”

You paused, confused as to why you were being asked that. However, when you shifted your weight you were reminded that you were wearing stockings. Ah, was he trying to get you to agree with him? You tilted your head in thought, did you agree with him? Potentially…but you sawstockings as more ‘traditionally sexy’.

“Thigh highs,” you said finally, “because if the girl is wearing a skirt you can see that little strip of thigh between the thigh high and the skirt and that's hot.”

The fire monster, whom you still didn’t know the name of, gestured at you with a dildo. “See, Sans? A woman of culture. Unlike you.”

Working at a sex shop was never a tiresome endeavour, especially when customers use a dildo to emphasize a point before they realized they were in fact holding a phallus shaped object.

Sans tsked, “then why aren’t cha wearing thigh highs insteada stockings?”

You glanced down at your stockings. They were just basic fishnet stockings beneath a black skirt. You returned your gaze to Sans and then shrugged, “cus I thought I looked cute like this today. But, anyways, enough about me!” you waved your hands, “What brings you two in for? Anything I can help you out with?”

The fire monster was already looking at a different dildo, examining it curiously. Sans on the other hand shrank into his hoodie, glaring over at the fire monster. “tch, this asshole’s lookin’ for some shit.”

“You could get something for yourself too,” the fire monster pointed out, placing the dildo back down to pick up a bigger vibrator.

“I can make some suggestions if you’re looking to spice things up in the bedroom together,” you said, and the reaction was instant. The fire monster recoiled visably, and Sans started sputtering, eye sockets wide.

“i!!! ain’t with this asshole!” he said, his accented voice becoming thicker as he took a few steps away from his companion.

“He is my ride here, nothing more,” the fire monster said quickly.

“y-yeah!” Sans added. The two began to insist that they really weren’t together, not letting you get a word in edge wise to apologize for the confusion. You hadn’t meant together as in they were together but just together as in friends shopping together. Of course, you listened in amusement as they basically listed off all the reasons why they totally couldn’t be together to you before falling silent. You basically got to listen to two people roast each other for thirty minutes, progressively finding stupider reasons about why they wouldn’t work together.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume,” you settled for and Grillby, whom you finally figured out his name during their attempt to prove that they weren’t together, nodded stiffly before turning and front end facing a few boxes that you hadn’t gotten to yet. He picked up one of the larger dildos that your store carried and you added, “We also have some beginner ones-“

He gave you a dry look, “I’m not a beginner, I’ve had bigger.”

“didn’t need to know that,” Sans grumbled, covering his face with a hand, “look, grillbz, imma wait for ya outside. this is too fuckin’ weird.”

He strode towards the door quickly, and with a light dingle of the bell was gone. The moment the door shut completely, Grillby placed the dildo back on the shelf. “I’m here only because he spilt mustard on my favourite white shirt. I apologize for taking up your time, though I must admit, I’m glad that such a lovely woman as you is the one working. I haven’t seen many humans dressing like you.”

You would blush but you had stopped taking anyone’s flirts seriously while on shift.  “It’s kind of a niche look for humans,” you admitted, subconsciously tugging at the sleeves of your shirt. “To be honest,it was incredibly hard to find this sort of stuff until Monsters got to thesurface. You all look so awesome, how do you even find this sort of stuff?”

He gave you a thoughtful look at that, “I know a spider who custom makes clothing. A lot of monsters make their own clothing…for obvious reasons. Though…if I am honest, I thought you would have known that by now.”

You rose an eyebrow, “Uh…why?”

That made him pause, then he gestured to your neck, “You have a collar.”

It took a few seconds before it hit you.Oh! Your neighbour explained that monsters wore collars for different purposes. You were wearing a black leather choker with a silver heart on it. “Oh! Uh…no, this is a choker…it’s a fashion thing for humans. There’s no one…I’m not with anyone like that,” you quickly said, hoping you weren’t offending him.

“A woman of your quality and beauty? I’m fucking amazed you don’t have a plethora of people begging to be with you,” he said, eyes slowly raking over your body. “But again, I apologize for taking up your time.”

That compliment did manage to have your cheeks heat up.

“You’re my first customer in thirty minutes,” you admitted with a shrug instead, “Though if you are looking for something I can help you.”

He was silent for a moment before nodding, “I was actually curious about the body safe wax candles?”

“Oh! Those are my favourite, we got some new ones in,” you said happily, leading him over. You spent the next thirty minutes talking to him about the safety and precautions while using the candles, how to use them. It then dissolved into talking about different objects around the store that he was curious about, and he actually ended up purchasing a good amount of products.

He paused before he left and then pulled out a business card and slid it across the counter towards you. It said ‘Grillby’s Bar’ in swirling purple font, along with an address and times on it. 

“If you ever swing by for a drink, I’ll be sure to be as gracious as a host to you as you’ve been to me today,” he said, voice dripping with as much swagger and confidence as someone who had bought a giant purple dragon dildo should have. He said it was to freak out Sans, but when you told him that dildos weren’t returnable (for obvious reasons), he said that he wouldn’t need to.

You raised your eyebrow at him, “You own a bar?”

Grillby smirked, “Best one in town if you ask me.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Says the owner.”

He chuckled before looking at you over his sunglasses, “I have excellent taste, after all.”

“That you do,” you replied, dropping your gaze to his bag, teasingly, “I hope you enjoy yourself!”

Grillby winked at you, “Oh, I will. Though, if you swing by my bar after your finished work tonight, I think my night would be just about made.”

“I’ll think about it,” you replied quickly, and he sauntered out with a wave.

You rolled your eyes but grinned. Maybe you would stop by his bar tonight.

Maybe…you’d switch your stockings for thigh highs.

[thetakenpokemon]

Titus@Dahlia: "So, er, ye' probably get this kinda thing pretty frequently, but what can ye' expect lookin' like someone stitched pokemon parts together... Look, I ain't good with th' sciences, but how exactly does a three-way hybrid like yerself come to be? Somethin' to do with yer parents or..?" He flashes a cool, toothy grin down at her. "That first part wasn't meant to be an insult by the by, Ma'am, I'd never insult a lady with weapons, grahaha~"

[PoV: Dahlia]

Now one might feel intimidated when a giant crocodile approaches you, but I’m definitely not one of those people. In fact, with the manner he addressed me I couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“That’s…quite a way to describe me.” I say slowly, however a grin quickly forms on my lips. “Not too sure on HOW that’s not meant to be an insult, since you DID say that I look like someone stitched several Pokemon parts together.” I let out a snort. “Sounds like fighting words to be honest.” However I shrug my shoulders, said grin changing to a smirk. “But then again, I’ll just assume that was just a piss poor compliment ‘cus you don’t know how to talk to ladies in general.“ I let out a chuckle. “You’ll need to work on that then, that way you won’t accidentally offend the wrong person. Luckily I’m a very chill gal, so it’s all good between us.”

I stick my fingers through the ring of my shuriken and start twirling it, causing the four blades to separate and spin. “As for your question?” My smile wavers for a brief moment. “Truth be told, it’s a bit of a sore subject when it comes to my origins. But I’m not one to hide stuff from people, never was my thing and never will be. Not to mention you did ask nicely - in your own weird way of course - so I’ll answer ya.”

I cease twirling my Fuuma Shuriken and pull one of my fingers out of the ring, by sticking it at the blunt base of the moving blades I cause them to abruptly stop their spinning. “Gonna be straight here, I wasn’t ‘born’ per say.” I tell him before reaching for the fur around my collar, by brushing the fur aside I show the Feraligatr the black identification marker on the skin of my collarbone, spelling out ‘MED-03′.

“I’m an artificial hybrid, made by Humans.” I remove my hand, allowing the fur to cover the ‘tattoo’ again. “That’s why I’m this weird three-way hybrid, since my combination shouldn’t even exist in the first place.”

Despite the very unpleasant memories coming back to me, I continue talking…although with a frown quickly overtaking my features. “I’m the result of a Human organization known as the Hybrid Weapons Development Program, or HWDP for short. They’re basically trying to develop unnatural hybrids for the sake of warfare, so in a nutshell I was originally meant to be some sort of solider.” I feel myself tense for a brief second, but it quickly passes. “Pretty much all Pokemon they have in their facilities were captured, abducted from their homes. Usually they target inconspicuous places, that way the Pokemon that go missing won’t draw any attention. Yet they’ve been choosing places containing sentient Pokemon like you and I as of late, probably because they prefer their ‘weapons’ to be intelligent instead of just being animals.”

“Truth be told? I don’t believe I was always like this, I...think I used to be a normal Medicham.” I glance down at myself, my expression becoming indifferent. “However the earliest memories I have was when I woke up in that glass tube, anything before that is incredibly fuzzy.” I shake my head. “Even if I don’t remember, it would explain why I’m capable of speech at the time as well as know a few random bits of information that I never should’ve known beforehand.”

“I’ve kinda had it easy though compared to a lot of others, since the Guardians of Twilight broke me out before the HWDP even got started on putting me through tests and experiments.” I flinch slightly. “Even though I did hurt a bunch when I first woke up, the pain wasn’t nearly as bad compared to what others have been put through.”

Not gonna lie, I’m not really liking the turn this subject is taking. I don’t want everything to be all grim, not to mention it almost seems like I’m asking for a pity party. To change the tone of the conversation, I put my signature grin back on my face. “But that’s all in the past, since I’m here right now. As much as it sucks, being a hybrid does have its benefits since it opens a lot of doors that would normally be closed.” My eyes flick to my weapon. “Not to mention the GoT have been very kind to me, giving me a place to stay as well as the opportunity to put my ‘unnatural’ abilities to good use.”

I rest my fist against my hip, looking up at the Feraligatr with a somewhat concerned expression. “Now as an early warning, not many of us ‘Artificial Hybrids’ are as open about this sort of discussion compared to me. In fact, for many of them it’s a VERY sore subject.” My lips twist into a grimace. “If you walked up to Cheyenne and said what you said to me? He’d probably snap you in two.” Just thinking about his possible reaction made me chuckle. “But then again, I don’t see you saying that to a giant armored scorpion. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you avoided him altogether.”

“But yeah, that’s all I have to say about my origins. You might have some questions, but I’m not really feeling up to answering anything. No offense, but I’m kinda over it.” Unable to contain myself, I let out a quiet snicker. “Still, work on those compliments bub. I might not have a thing for crocodiles, but if you want to even make me consider you…you’re gonna a lot of work into your attempts of flattery.”

[shona-sims-blog]

Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part Six || Quentin

“Bro’, I’m telling you bro’. This Simboicarti is the new wave,” He mumbled as a thick cloud of gray smoke exited his mouth, his eyes were glazed over and barely open. I’m almost sure that they were closed; anyone outside of this room would have thought he was sleepwalking. “Bro’, you’ll thank me later, just listen bro’,” He pointed to the stereo as the rapper on the radio started mumbling about running from cops and shooting at opps.

The beat was nice and the rapper was different from anyone I’d heard before. I couldn’t help when I started subconsciously bobbing my head to the track.

“It’s actually a cool song,” I commented.

“Yeahhh, bro’, I told you,” Whenever I conversed with Trent I literally felt my brain cells shrink every time he called me “bro”. Even considering that fact, he was one of my closest friends and had been since he moved to the neighborhood back in middle school. Besides him being a fist bumping “Bro”; he was actually a pretty cool guy. He aspired to be a DJ and somehow found new music before everyone else did.

“Damnnn! ‘Dis shit slappin’ Trent, who you said ‘dis is again?” Unique said with her mouth open, I didn’t realize she was listening to our conversation until she quizzed Trent. I looked up and started laughing; Unique didn’t miss anything and although most people said she was nosey I just believed her to be observant – even if her ability was misplaced. Had she not been such a gossip and didn’t dislike authority so much, she would have made a great detective.

“It’s Simboicarti bro’,” He slowly responded to her and started laughing too, making his already low eyes close completely. Male or female and regardless of your age, everyone was a bro’ to Trent and that included his sister Isabella. I turned around to see her dancing in the kitchen. She was moving side to side and rolling her hips to the beat. She must have felt me watching her, because after a minute we made eye contact. Damn, it would be rude if I didn’t speak to her now.

As I approached her the song changed and there was a shift of energy in the room. Instead of heavy bass and violent rap lyrics blasting from the stereo the track was replaced by a melodic neo-soul beat. The hip hop artist spoke words that easily flowed through the speakers and his rhymes sounded more like poetry or spoken word than song lyrics. Everyone stopped dancing for a moment and either listened to the tune playing or started their own separate conversations.

“Hey Isabella,” I greeted her. Her mouth curved upward and she touched her lips. The skirt she wore complimented her never-ending legs, she was almost taller than me standing in her heels.

“Hi Que,” She beamed. I felt something stir in my lower stomach, man. For a second I almost lost my composure – Griffey was right, she was absolutely gorgeous. We had been texting a lot lately, but we hadn’t been this close to each since the party where we exchanged numbers. She looked even better in person; her pictures on Simstagram didn’t do her justice.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked to be courteous. She looked like she should be in a little black dress standing beside some rich CEO hosting a cocktail party, rather than this smoked filled room.

“I would have been enjoying myself a bit more if you had said hello earlier,” She teased. Her mouth opened and she let out a boisterous laugh. I felt my cheeks start to get warm.

“My bad, I was just catching up with your brother.” My words rushed out causing my voice to betray my emotions; I think my palms were sweating. Maybe I was just a bit nervous talking to her in person. Her face relaxed after noticing my embarrassment.

“Oh no Que, you don’t have to apologize,” I listened as she continued talking. “Lo siento papi,” My God, when she spoke Spanish, it sounded amazing. I think she was apologizing. “I was only joking with you,” I let out a nervous laugh. “Can we chat together outside?” Isabella asked as she turned her head in the direction of the front door.

“Sure.” I didn’t hesitate in following her out of the apartment. Isabella started speaking in a much softer voice than before as the door closed behind us.

“See, Quentin – I really like talking to you,” My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were slick with cold sweat, I wiped them on the pockets of my jeans. “I think you’re very different from the guys around here, like you’re so cute but you also like really smart papi, that’s so sexy. But I don’t understand,” The corners of her pretty mouth turned downward and her brows slightly furrowed together into a frown.

“I just like don’t know if you feelin’ me like that?” Her voice hesitated and I wasn’t sure if what she said was a question or a statement. The left side of my brain started to calculate how many times she said the word ‘like’ and the right side of my brain pondered how soft her lips were. She looked at me with an uncertain expression and her silence awaited my response.

“Bella,” I met her eyes and prepared to answer her honestly. “I think you’re really nice and I enjoy talking to you,” I sighed. “A lot, actually. I don’t know why you would think that I don’t like you, but just for clarification I think you’re awesome and sweet. If I ever gave you the impression that I wasn’t interested in you then I apologize because I do like you.” I finished and looked at her hoping that she would say something – anything.

“Thank you Que, I’m so happy now,” She quickly went back to her normal sunny disposition.  “Want to go back inside?” She asked and I nodded.

“That’s cool with me,” I’m glad that I was able to put her doubts at ease. I did have the desire to get to know her better with the hopes that she was more than just a pretty face. She turned around and headed towards the door. I watched as her hips swayed back and forth with each step she took. Her walk was feminine and sexy, like a feline. A second later we were back in my apartment standing by the fridge talking and laughing in the kitchen with everyone else. My palms were no longer perspiring and the awkwardness that I felt outside in the hallway had all but vanished.

Between sharing conversation with Isabella and listening to Mohammad’s side splitting jokes about Geechie’s dreads I almost didn’t notice Corianna sitting on the couch or the girl who she brought along with her.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt. May I get a class of water please?” An easy voice asked politely, under her thin framed glasses her eyes were soft and dark as strong coffee. I could scarcely the see resemblance between the cousins, but regardless of their likeness there was no doubt that the brown skinned girl was Corianna’s cousin Kali.

“Of course you can,” Before I could give her an answer, Isabella responded with a pleasant grin.

“Aye girl, let me ask you, is anything wrong with my dreads?” Geechie’s question seemed to catch Corianna’s cousin off-guard because her cheeks looked like they were turning a dark shade of maroon.

“Um… If - if you like them, that’s all that matters!” She exclaimed nervously as she smiled toward Mohammad, for a split second I wished that she had been smiling at me, it was absolutely beautiful. Geechie looked satisfied with her answer, because he smiled smugly. He and Mohammad always went back and forth about the topic of each-others hair like two divas. One was going prematurely bald so he sported a bare head that Mr. Clean would envy and the other had enough hair to supply three rastas.

“Well Unique you slippin’ yo, ‘cus your man need a retwist!” Mohammad joked.

Unique narrowed her eyes looking like she wanted to slap him – she could be such a hot head, especially when it came to Geechie. “I’ll take care of my mans hair Mo’, but if you wasn’t stressin’ out about other people’s hair so much then you would have your own.” Mohammad shrugged his broad shoulders at her response and his big belly jiggled when he chuckled.

“Well, I guess that makes two of because that Yaki T1-B4-27 I sold you damn sure ain’t yours,” Mohammad retorted matter-of-factly, his family owned the beauty supply store up the block. I had no clue what the numbers he called out meant, but apparently all the girls did. Trent spun around and covered his mouth to keep from laughing directly into Unique’s face.

“First of all, this is Brazilian,” Unique corrected Mohammad, sounding aggravated. She narrowed her eyes at him and took a long drag of her blunt.

“Leave my baby alone,” Geechie protested coming to Unique’s defense, failing miserably at his attempt to hold in a snicker.

“And second of all the only thing Mo’ needs to leave alone is Big Macs and Whoppers,” Unique said pointedly as she finished Mohammad and the room could barely contain our laughter, but the only two people who weren’t joining in were Griffey and Corianna. The pair were having a hushed conversation in the living room.

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