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Punk!Szayelaporro Granz x Alternative!Reader: Call Me (Modern AU)

You exited the shop with a contented sigh, lightly swinging your bag back and forth. Your best friend, (b/f/n), walked alongside you, carrying a bag much heavier than yours. You had been in Sephora, buying makeup and silently crying at how expensive it was.

(B/f/n) had always been way more into makeup than you were, and had spent so much time shopping at Sephora that she was a VIP member and received free gifts as a reward quite often. You looked down at your little bag.

While you weren't as makeup-obsessed as your friend was, you still loved it, and found yourself experimenting with different looks quite often. They mostly consisted of black eyeliner and an unconventional lip color, but they were still different. If you were honest with yourself, you'd only gone to Sephora in the first place so that you could peruse the Kat Von D section; the lipsticks, to be precise. You had only bought two; Slayer and Witches.

You looked at (b/f/n) for a moment, chuckling silently; she may as well have bought the entire god damn store.

You took your phone out of our back pocket, reading the time. 3:30 p.m. You had promised your mom you'd be home by 4:30. That left you with half an hour to shop, and another half hour to drive home. You turned to (b/f/n).

"I only have half an hour until I have to leave," you said. "I wanna hit one more store before I go." She nodded.

"Let me guess; Hot Topic?"

"You know me so well," you said, dragging her across the mall.

Obviously, Hot Topic wasn't the best place to go for alternative clothing unless you were emo as hell or liked the more popular metal bands. Everyone knew that. However, Hot Topic was the only affordable alternative store anywhere near your area and, though you hated to admit it, had some decent clothing. Occasionally, at least.

As you entered the little black shop, you let go of your friend, letting her look around for herself. You immediately steered towards the band t-shirts, mentally preparing yourself for what you knew was coming. Sure enough, as soon as you looked over your shoulder, there was an employee coming up to you. Every time.

"Well hello there," a voice said behind you. "Welcome to Hot Topic. Need any help?"

You turned around, nerves flaring up. It only increased once you saw who had greeted you. He was tall and thin, pink hair falling in front of his face on his right side. His lip was pierced, and he was sporting a white Sex Pistols shirt beneath a leather jacket.

You smiled nervously; he was really cute.

"Uh, thanks," you said, ruffling your (h/l) (h/c) hair. "I think I'll be alright for now."

He smiled and placed a hand on his hip, running his other hand through his hair.

"Whatever you say," he said. "Come find me if you need anything."

He turned away from you, waving lightly before walking to the other side of the store. As soon as he was gone, you sighed, fingering the hem of your black Cradle of Filth t-shirt.

Thank God.

You were incredibly relieved that he hadn't stayed to give you the mini-lecture about their deals; you already knew them. You knew it was their job to do it, but you were very nervous around people, and had always found that talking to the employees was kind of awkward. It didn't help when they were really cute, too.

You cast a glance behind you, seeing (b/f/n) looking at the jewelry. You turned back to the wall of t-shirts in front of you, scanning them for bands that you liked. For once, they actually had quite a few of them; The Misfits, Sex Pistols, Marilyn Manson, Korn, Amon Amarth, etc. They even had a Rammstein shirt, though it was one you already owned.