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wolvesandshine · 3 months

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“What the fuck are you doing here.”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Thought it would be fun to freeze my arse off in the cold today.”

James scoffs disbelievingly. “It’s 5 in the morning!”

Regulus just raises his eyebrow. “And?”

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I could ask the same thing.”

James groans out loud in frustration. “This is such a waste of time.”

“Glad we could finally agree on something. Now get out, I have to get back to training.”

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on how to kill muggles instead with your death eater friends?”

Regulus stiffens at that, anger coursing through him. “Not everyone has the luxury of choices like the gryffindor golden boy.” Regulus glared at Potter. “Some of us have to work for it.”

James goes to argue but there’s something off about the sentence. “Slytherin has beaten everyone else by miles since you became a seeker.”

Regulus looks at him like he’s the slow one. “That’s not going to cut it. I need to be signed on full time by a professional team this time next year.”

And suddenly - it clicks. James looks at the boy in front of him, really looks at him for the first time, finally understanding the desperation with which regulus plays, the ruthless efficiency combined with skill and hours of training.

This isn’t a game to him. It’s his way out.

part 2

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taikk0 · 2 years

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middle aged mutant ninja leo loses greasy haired son at a grocery store

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girlatrocity · 1 month

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kill to save

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helielune · 3 months

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people come and people go, but i stay (ghostride)

#infinity train #rymin #happy (slightly early) vday yalls #took me like over 2 hrs (to be fair. it was mostly trying to figure out how the app worked)#my art #trying out this cool new idea called every time i start looping a song ad nauseam i draw something for it #'trying out' actually its just happening to me outside of my control #ok just cus it's a rymin animation i'm gonna say as an aside i did not forget the wicked animatic exists #there are just some circumstances that make working on it slightly inconvenient #(new animation club that my friends founded that i'm not a part of but they kinda use the art rooms during all my free time)#(so i don't want to intrude. with my masterpiece of an animatic wip yknow)#(so im thinking either i get a job and buy my own software subscription to finish it or i sneak in during some rare off hrs)#yeah thats the update i might upload an actual video wip sometime tho idk #animation

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endiecutieo6 · 1 month

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Finally finished something that had been sitting in my projects for months! Not my usual style but I like how it turned out!

#Dhmis #don’t hug me i’m scared #dhmis fanart #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis colin #colin the computer #dhmis shrignold #shrignold #shrignold the butterfly #cyberfly #shrignold x Colin #might make a part 2 #but idk

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all-too-unwell-13 · 3 months

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because it is physically impossible for me to shut up ...

here are some taylor swift songs that remind me of pjo/riordanverse ships and characters!!!

'you are in love' - percabeth my loves

'peace' - percabeth (from percy's pov)

'say don't go' - perachel (no i don't ship this but THIS FROM RACHEL'S POV IM NOT OK)

'clean' and 'all you had to do was stay' - annabeth to luke after his betrayal (ayhtws in a platonic brother/sister way)

'i think he knows' - percabeth

'the 1' - percy & rachel (from rachel's pov)

'tis the damn season' - jason & piper (piper's pov after the breakup)

'begin again' - percabeth (from annabeth's pov!!!! also frazel??)

'this is me trying' - nico di angelo my beloved

'mad woman' - reyna avila ramirez arellano & alex fierro

'would've could've should've' - annabeth after luke's betrayal </3

'mine' - fierrochase (from alex's pov) <3<3<3

'hey stephen' - fierrochase (from magnus' pov)

'it's time to go' - jason's death (+ the jasper breakup??)

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yeraskier · 2 years

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There's something almost calming about watching Jaskier when he orgasms. It's always so loud, and intense, and powerful; it leaves no room for anything else.

It's as if his body is absorbing every bit of chaos that surrounds him until he can't take it anymore, and then he simply... releases.

Geralt's had the pleasure of experiencing it many, many times now, and it always has the same impact on him, if not stronger each time. It's addictive, makes him wish that he could spend all of his days, every day, his only purpose in life being to bring Jaskier to orgasm.

And it's possibly making the person in the room next to them homicidal because this would be the seventh time tonight that they’ve banged on the wall, and shouted insults at Geralt and Jaskier for being too loud.

Jaskier’s chuckle turns into a gasp when Geralt slips out of him— the slide slippery, the sound lewd.

Geralt grunts as his body hits the mattress, finding that he's aching in the way he always does after several rounds with the bard. Very few people can tire him out, but it is no surprise that Jaskier manages to be on that short list.

"Outstanding as always, dear witcher."

"Hm."

"And verbal as ever," Jaskier teases as he sits up. "Your ability to be so nonchalant and quiet after sex with me is becoming quite offensive, I must say."

"This is how I normally am."

"You had a lot to say an hour ago when I had my lips wrapped around your cock."

Geralt shrugs, "I was inspired."

Jaskier rolls his eyes, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he sits up and begins searching for his pants.

Geralt admires his back (and his backside) as he moves, eyes trailing over the—

Wait…

Wait.

Geralt doesn't panic, okay? Living the life he lives, he doesn't have that privilege, but right now, laying in this bed as he watches Jaskier get ready to leave— fuck, he might be panicking.

Because Jaskier never leaves after sex, not since after the first few times, at least. And yes, he isn't necessarily obligated to stay, but he always does, and so does Geralt, and now he isn't.

Why?

Why is Jaskier not talking him into cuddling right now?

Why is Jaskier not attempting to get him into the now-cold bath in the corner of the room?

Why is Jaskier not going on one of his very detailed post-sex rants that Geralt pretends to despise, even though they both know he gets invested each time?

Why is Jaskier not falling asleep right now? Hogging up all the bed space and stealing the blanket while using Geralt's chest as a pillow?

Geralt remains as still as possible, barely twitching out of place as Jaskier pulls on his doublet. He may not feel normal about this, but he can sure as shit act normal, even if it isn't normal.

"Alright, darling, I'm going to go fetch us some water. Be back before you can miss my presence too much," the bard announces, throwing a wink over his shoulder before practically skipping out the door.

The words settle him, but only for a few moments before he's ready to panic over something completely different because why did he care so much about Jaskier possibly leaving?

Sure, Geralt has become almost as fond of the after-sex things as he is of the sex-sex things, but he doesn't need them. He won't break down into tears without them.

Except...

That's sort of exactly what he was ready to do just now.

Okay, maybe Geralt wouldn’t have cried, but he definitely would’ve bothered… upset, even.

And he knows this because even with the knowledge that Jaskier is coming back, even knowing that Jaskier only left so he could make sure they both stay hydrated, Geralt is, in this very moment, bothered.

Which isn’t good. At all.

Because the last time he got bothered by someone leaving, it was Yennefer. And he was only bothered because.

Well.

But that wouldn’t make sense, would it? Because Jaskier leaves all the time. He leaves Jaskier all the time. They part for months on end, and Geralt lives.

So what if Geralt has begun to notice that it gets a little harder to willingly go every time they part ways?

So what if his mood during the months where Jaskier isn’t around is shittier than usual?

So what if his mood when Jaskier is around is better than usual?

That doesn’t mean anything. Sex puts most men in better moods, that doesn’t mean he’s in love with the bard.

Not that feelings would mean love. Because a little crush doesn’t equate to love.

Not that Geralt has a little crush, or any crush of any sort. Because he doesn’t. Because he can’t.

Because what they have now, friendship and lust and comfort, is the best thing that has happened to him in a while, and he will not ruin that over catching feelings, of all things.

He doesn’t have feelings for Jaskier, so he can’t ruin anything.

“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” he says aloud, into the empty room, but the words feel heavy on his tongue.

I can’t have feelings for Jaskier.

“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” Geralt says again, but this time, it comes out as a growl.

Please, don’t let me have feelings for Jaskier.

“I do not have feelings for Jask—”

The door opens, and Jaskier walks in with a wide smile, and that spark of electricity that follows the bard wherever he goes bursts in behind him.

Jaskier takes easy steps towards the bed, and it’s like he’s moving in slow motion.

Geralt desperately wants to run. He doesn’t.

He remains still as Jaskier sets down the pitcher of water, and the cup in hand, and fills it up to the brim before turning to Geralt with a disarming gaze.

The rim of the glass in Jaskier’s hand is pressed to Geralt’s lips, and the witcher takes in the sight before him.

Those wide blue eyes, and that disheveled hair, and those pouty lips— he realizes that he could probably draw every single feature of this man’s face perfectly without even looking, and he’s never drawn a day in his life.

I can’t.

“Well?” Jaskier says, “drink up.”

Geralt parts his lips, and Jaskier’s eyes drop, and Geralt’s heart thuds so loud, it seems to echo throughout his entire body, and Jaskier smiles wide, as if he heard it.

I do.

Fuck.

#i hate this so fucking much #like the idea was there and thats the only reason its being posted but the execution is making me gag #writing really is like a muscle or whatever the saying is #clearly ive lost some of my pizazz but i will work to get it back #sorry :(#but i might make a part 2 #idk like i already had more planned out but it got too long and this was supposed to be a ficlet soooooooo haha.... haha #i just ended it right there with geralt realizing bc i love to torture you guys clearly ....#jk the part 2 really will come this time since i already know what i wanted to do (if you guys want it)#this was mostly to just write something just to Write because ive missed writing sm #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #my writing #geraskier

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sollattes · 6 months

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warmth

Kazuma kawamura x reader (high school au-ish)

As the rain began to feel sickeningly warm on his face again, kazuma knew that his tears were painting his face his again, he trudged towards somewhere, he didn't know where but he knew he just needed to get away from there. He could only focus on his shoes as he walked, trying to find comfort in the rain droplets that were on his shoes.

Sitting alone in the quite bus stop, admiring the scene of rain hitting the road and trees before you, listening to the comforting background noise of the rain as they slowly begin to over power the music that was playing in your earphones.

While admiring the soaking wet empty road, you saw a figure amidst of the harsh rain and fog, you realise it was your friends kazuma, you could recognise his red worn-out converse anywhere, it seemed that he didn't have an umbrella on him so you ran to him with yours and covered the both of you from the raindrops that were continuing on falling and falling.

Kazuma seemed to be in still dazed state when you approached him, "Hey kazu, you okay?" You asked him quietly, unsure on what was putting him in this kind of mood.

You bent down a bit to see his face as he was still looking down, giving up on that idea. You reach for his face and make him at least look up.

finally kazuma looked up and you met his eyes, his eyes that were dull and almost lifeless like, it was missing the charming shine that made everyone fall for him, even you, immediately you soften up seeing the state he was in, "Hey, you okay?" You asked again, a little softer this time.

Kazuma only looked up from his feet since he felt the rain stop assaulting his skin, you're soft voice and warm touch pulling him out of his self destructive thoughts, and as soon he looked up he was met with your sincere kind eyes trying to look for what was wrong with him.

All of his emotions became a bit calmer as he looked more into your warm eyes. He suddenly felt exhausted, all his emotions crushing down on him.

Kazuma longed for the familiar warmth and comfort ever since the rain came pouring down along with the cold and harsh rejection from the person he once believed that was warm, but you, You, who despite the cold weather you remained warm, your eyes, your voice, your touch, all remained warm and comforting, he hope you didn't getting wet a bit as he leaned towards you and rested his head on your shoulders.

Once kazuma buried his head into your shoulders, the perfume that you always wear, filling up his nose, he suddenly felt his eyes getting hot again, and tears started falling again, landing on your shoulders. The familiarity of your perfume became all too overwhelming for kazuma.

You were shocked with kazuma's sudden actions, but you let him stay like that as you stroked his hair in a way of comforting him.

Kazuma could only wrap his arms around you, tightly, in response, he was afraid that if he let go, your warmth would be taken away from him. YOU would be taken away from him.

In the middle of the harsh pouring rain and the chilling whispers of the wind, kazuma found the real person that was warm, burning hot even but he was willing to get burnt if that meant you always being by his side. He could lose everything but not your warmth, not you, Never you.

tags: @simpforchuchu

#kazuma #kazuma kawamura #kazuma kawamura x reader #the rampage fanfiction #the rampage exile #the rampage from exile tribe #is it unrequited love? idk #kazuma is confused #might make a part 2

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grapefiesta · 10 months

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Because I know you're a Menace

Henlo! I have brain rot so I wrote about bby

Hobie's friend patching him up and joking around

A/N: changed it to second pov! (and also some minor things)

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You woke up due to an aggressive knocking on your window. It was obviously Hobie. If not… then.. well, shit. He must have forgotten something, but when you peeked through the window, you saw nothing but the alley behind your flat.

"Open the window!" From outside came his voice in a quiet tone. You couldn't really make out what he said but guessed, that he wanted you to open the window (if you think about the pounding earlier).

"No fucking way… it's like 11 in the mornin'," you whispered, groaning when you heard his voice. "This bloody guy.."

You walked over to the window in your room. (It was basically a door for Hobie, considering how often he crashed at your place and came in through the window).

You opened the window and had a peek outside in search of the familiar sight of either Hobie himself or his spider-punk mask.

Hobie was sitting on your windowsill. He was wearing his Spider-Punk suit, But it was dirty, and his mask was torn and ripped.

"Hey." He said quietly, his voice laced with pain, and you could see it hurt him to talk as he winced.

"I forgot my coat last night. Would you be a dear and throw it out?" He asked, his British Cockney accent still present as ever.

You facepalmed. "You absolute mug. Have you fought this early in the morning? I can see you're in pain. And your suit looks absolutely soiled!"

Hobie rolled his eyes playfully, trying to make the situation less serious. "Shut up, yeah? It's a look, and you know it." He grinned, trying to play up his smug look. But he couldn't do much after that, because of his injuries.

"What? You expect me to let criminals get away?" He chuckled. "Besides, they had it comin'." He added with a small shrug, wincing a bit at the burning sensation of his shoulder.

You puffed out some air. You were about to lose the plot. "Get your dingy ass inside." You said whilst pulling him by the arm through your window and closed it.

Then you went to a drawer where Hobie had left some spare clothes. -Ah, he truly didn't deserve such a lovely best friend.

You shoved the clothes into his arms. "Go take a shower, mate."

He grunted. "I'm bloody fine, you sod." He said incredulously. Yes, he had been attacked the night before and this morning, but he was responsible for keeping the streets safe. It was just part of the job.

"I can't believe I'm taking orders from you." He muttered, grunting and wincing at the pain.

"You calling me a sod, you git? Move before I make you leg it," you said with a bit of a pissed-off undertone.

He snorted. "You could never make me leg it. I'm Spider-Man. Come at me." He grinned at you, still holding onto his clothes that you shoved into his arms. He was obviously trying to be funny, despite being injured.

You then climbed out the window to the fire escape of your flat. "Uh-huh. Sure thing, Spidey," replying from the fire escape you waved him off and read a book.

After about ten minutes, the shower turned off, and Hobie came out in jeans and a t-shirt, his hair wet and sticking to his face and reaching his shoulders, now that his wicks were soaked with water.

"Better?" He asked and approached the window.

"Yes. Let's get your wounds, plural, tended to now." You climbed back into your room, where Hobie stood by the window, and pulled a first aid kit from the nightstand drawer.

He looked down at the first aid kit before looking back at you.

"Yeah, all right. Get on with it." He muttered, leaning against the wall.

You shook your head and took Hobie by the shoulders. You led him to his usual patching-up spot, made him sit on the bed and began your usual routine of tending to Hobie's wounds.

Hobie sat down and winced as you pulled out the medical supplies. He remembered all the other times he had sat on the bed like this and got patched up by his best friend. You were merciless and rough with him most of the time, annoyed at his carelessness. When he thought about this he once again realised that he definitely didn't look forward to this.

When you finished patching him up, you gave him a little pat on the shoulder.

"What would you do without me?" you joked.

He smiled before chuckling. "Probably get killed by street thugs, honestly. But that's a story for another day." He chuckled again.

"What would you do without me?" He tried to get a reaction out of you.

"Probably get more sleep and patch up a less reckless Spider-Man, perhaps someone from another universe? Someone like Pav?" you didn't bite. Instead, you teased, mentioning the name of a friend Hobie had mentioned.

"Oh, shut up. You know you like patching me up." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You have a thing for me, and we both know it. Admit it, love." He grinned, teasing them.

Flicking his nose lightly, you giggle at your usual back and forth. "Sure I do."

A dramatic gasp of pain escaped Hobie when you flicked his nose. He rubbed the spot and snorted. "That hurt."

"Now you're picking on me? I don't know if we're friends or enemies anymore.” His face was serious but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that let you know he was only joking.

"Those are just labels. I thought you disliked those?" you continued to joke around.

He groaned but then laughed. "You're unbelievable."

"Is this the beginning of my villain arc?" He asked jokingly.

"Seems like it, innit?" you grinned and sat beside him on the bed.

"Would that make you the hero?" He asked, grinning at you. "I don't think it would fit. Maybe you're the annoying little assistant." He pretended to be deep in thought, and then he looked you straight in the face with a grin that reached his eyes.

"Because I know you're a menace; the role's perfect for you." He joked, trying to stifle a laugh.

You used your shoulder to nudge him with a grin, "Oh shut it, you love it."

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#hobie brown #hobie x reader #spiderman atsv #x reader #idk what to tag this as #platonic #might make a part 2 #gender neutral reader #across the spider verse #atsv #spider verse #oneshot #fluff #wholesome

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alicentsultana · 2 months

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And now, an excerpt of Death Suits You, my new alicole fic:

"You're the only one I can tell these things to." Alicent confided to him. Criston kissed the palm resting on his cheek. They stayed looking at each other, shamelessly, helplessly. Alicent felt how heavy his gaze was, because he never condemned anything she does, because he looks at her as if she a celestial blessing. It scares her, because she knows how deep his devotion is, she knows the extention of his and her feelings. And if she asks, he will give in.

She wants him to give in, it's what they deserve.

#my fic #alicole #pro team green #tg wins #this might be a 2 part shot #or not idk #alicent hightower #criston cole #death suits you #what is the best way to celebrate your husband's death?#exactly #making his son's heir and marrying your side piece #and calling it a day #+++ there is like much more than that but it would be just spoiler #of course i wrote detailed characteristics I'm just being secretive about it #hotd

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raiiny-bay · 3 days

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monster boyz thoughts...

#ok so. basically i woke up thinking about teeth & how he would show his love for red #bc 1. he can't talk & so he can't outright say he loves him but also.#2. neither of them really understand love or that what they feel for each other is love yk #so i was thinking. teeth probably always leaves the actual act of killing their prey to red or #at the very least. makes sure red is watching when it dies bc he knows that's like... uh. he knows that's the ''important'' part to red #if that makes sense #also! i think the only reason teeth eats people is bc of red #if he hadn't met red i really don't think he would have survived all that long bc he's not particularly fast (bad leg)#& he's not particularly smart either. so he most likely would've gotten taken out by monster hunters if he was alone #though he is very strong so the hunters wouldn't have been left unscathed #& i think red wouldn't have survived all that long either bc he was never particularly careful about anything until he met teeth #he was doing increasingly risky & dangerous hunts bc he simply didn't care yk. but teeth gave him like. a reason to be careful & calculated #which just further proves they're bound by fate yk.#um. i also had some breakthroughs with teeth's origin story so. i maaaaayyyy work on those today. i might actually make red's finally #we'll see. i might end up drawing all day again. idk. n e way.#rainyrambles

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scalene-triangles · 1 month

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send help im combining 2 things i like

Awhile ago I was thinking about how some aspects of the ending of Metal Gear Solid 2 can link up with the ideas and themes of Deltarune, and now I've given the fun squad some mgs2-style designs! Kris is Raiden (makes sense if you've seen the end of mgs2), Susie is Iroquois Pliskin and Solid Snake, Ralsei is Otacon, Noelle is Rosemary

#deltarune #deltarune fanart #mgs2 #noelle holiday #ralsei #kris dreemurr #susie deltarune #Part of me chose Susie as snake because in ch1 she says “I'm counting on you” like snake does a lot in mgs2 #also because susie is sort of the most grounded character in dr. how she is kinda external to a lot of the craziness (not controlled)#Ralsei and Noelle I flip-flopped on since Ralsei might fit the role Rose plays better (if you think he's suspicious)#but personality-wise Ralsei is closer to otacon #idk i'm just going with my gut for this and having some fun #ALSO I DO KNOW WHO SOLIDUS IS GONNA BE BUT ITS GONNA TAKE MORE EFFORT TO MAKE HIM THAN THESE TOOK (that's a decent hint as to who it is)#metal gear solid 2 #also the fact that noelle and susie are in their darkworld forms is intentional #same with pliskin being susie's lightworld form

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nuclearanomaly · 4 months

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Granite in my chest--

#bloodborne #gareth #trying to embrace whatever this render style is a bit more bc it's very freeing #no cleaning. no lines.#as soon as my instinct is to 'do a new sketch layer' I start colouring instead #it might mean some parts are ??? but it's about telling myself the shapes and stuff are still there to sell whatever it is #ie the clasp on his robe lmao #2 versions because I like the clean one lots but what's a bloodborne picture without slapping some blood all over #GARTEH MY SON blows dust off him hi hello #why him? idk he was in my head #and all the sleep token I'm listening to... the album art makes me think about bloodborne #and additionally I know I need to practice more and not just draw Nini again... (takes physic damage)#me before 2024 has even started: I'm gonna try hard to do better with art in 2024 #I will probably fail this idea but hey another year another promise to try and improve maybe this time I will #art: mine #tw: blood

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deadanimeboys · 9 months

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Cash Or Card ?

this is dedicated to my bff Sam who has never seen the punisher and does not have a tumblr, he had a very silly idea and I made it happen

summary: He’s a single dad and you’re a retail worker, need i say more?

cw: none

As Better off Dead blares from the janky store speakers, you stand behind the counter, folding shirts and tagging merchandise. It’s a busy day today, the stream of teens never ending as you stare at the entrance of your store. You watch the people that walk into your Hot Topic, trying not to lose your mind. Twenty minutes left. That’s all you have to work. Kellin still sings and you swear the song is ten times slower than before.

As you ring out a group of kids a man walks in. He’s tall and muscular, completely out of place with all the emo kids running around. He’s almost scary, the look on his face unreadable. He stands at a display picking up some items and looking at them. Once you’re done with the group of kids you move to greet him, trying to figure out what he’s here for.

You make your way to him, some shirts in hand so it seems like you aren’t just there to bug him. A prayer goes through your head as you wish he isn’t as scary as he seems. You press on, making your way into his line of sight.

“Welcome! Is there anything in particular you’re searching for? Feel free to ask for help.”

He turns to look at you, taking in your outfit and studying your face. His eyes roam over the dozens of pins on your lanyard, reading each and every one. A beat passes as he seems to think for a moment.

“Actually,” he starts, his voice low and gruff. “I was uh… wonderin’ if you guys had any of those… Invader Zim things. My kid loves ‘em.”

His eyes meet yours, he seems to be a little embarrassed. You give him a smile and nod.

Oh! He’s a father! Cute!

“Yeah for sure! We have a wide variety of merchandise, I’ll be happy to show you the section.” You motion for him to follow and stop a few feet away showing him what the store has. His eyes roam over the rack then he turns to you again.

“You think she’d like one of these bracelets?” He asks, picking up one and turning it over in his hand. It’s a cute kandi one, a Gir charm slapped right in the middle.

“Kids love that one,” you reply, trying to focus on the bracelet and not the way he towers over you. He’s close, but you can’t seem to avoid that, it’s Hot Topic after all, there’s like no space anywhere. You clear your throat and nod. “Yeah she’s gonna love it. Besides I think as long as it’s from her dad she’ll love anything you get her.”

That earns you a small chuckle from him as he closes his hand around the bracelet.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks.”

“Want me to ring you up?”

“Nah. I wanna keep lookin’ for a bit. See if there’s something for my boy.”

This time you chuckle. “Ah right. Can’t get one kid a gift without getting the other something.”

“Yeah.” He looks at you for a moment. “You got kids?”

“Nah. Just siblings. Two younger ones. They would fight all the time if one of them got something and the other didn’t. I just started bringing the same thing home for both of them. Less arguing, you know?”

The man smiles, nodding his head. “What can you do, huh?”

He then thanks you for your help and moves deeper into the store, towards the band section. You watch as he goes, feeling a faint blush make its way onto your face. You quickly shake your head, trying to focus back on the shirts in your arms. You turn to restock the section you’re in, folding them neatly and tucking them away.

Five minutes left. Now Dance, Dance blares through the speakers, and you’re behind the register again. As the line starts to clear up, you see the man you helped waiting, glancing at the impulse section.

He picks up a few stickers and you can’t help but smile as he studies them, clearly not getting some of the jokes that were written. His brows are furrowed and he turns it over as if that would help. He puts it back as you finish ringing out a mother and her kids, stuffing their plushies into a black bag.

As she walks away, he steps up and sets the bracelet down on the counter, along with a t-shirt he seemed to find. Before you can say anything, he speaks first, meeting your eyes as he does.

“You were very helpful today. Felt like an idiot when I walked in, y’know? My kids usually come in here and I let ‘em drag me around,” he says with a low laugh.

You smile as you scan his items, making sure everything goes through. “You did great. I’m sure your kids are gonna love this.”

“Thanks…”

“You got a number with us? It gets you some points.” You don’t bother doing the whole spiel, focused on the way he seems to shift his weight as he pulls out his wallet. His hands are nice, you think to yourself as he opens it up.

“Yeah probably. I think Lisa signed me up when she had me buy her that Hello Kitty crap. Uhhh…”

He lists off his number and you type it in.

“Frank Castle?”

“Yeah. Yeah that’s me.”

Frank looks at you and you motion to the card reader. As you finish the transaction, you bag his things, handing it to him. Your fingers brush his and you can feel the heat returning to your face. It’s not noticeable thank god, since the light is a little dim. You don’t know how embarrassing it would be if he noticed.

Frank takes the bag and you hand him his receipt with a smile.

“It was nice meeting you,” Frank says, “You were a great help.”

“It’s my job! Happy to help,” you reply, your voice coming out a little softer than usual.

Just like that he’s gone, a total stranger once more as he leaves. The clock hits 2:00pm. Your shift is over and it’s time to clock out.

#frank castle #the punisher #the punisher x reader #frank castle x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #I might make a part 2 if this does well idk

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