brain dump

[mangetout828]

Twilight

Pairing: Trevor Lefkowitz x Reader

Summary: During a late night, you explain the Twilight movies to T-Money...

“You’re kinda like Edward Cullen.” 

“Like who?” Trevor replied, his face twisting in confusion. 

“Right, you wouldn’t know what Twilight is,” you replied. With the way he acted, sometimes you forgot that he indeed didn’t live past the year 2000. “It’s this cheesy vampire romance movie,” you explained. 

“Like Isaac’s novel?” Now you've got his attention, a smirk growing on his face as soon as the word “romance” left your lips. Ever since Trevor found out about your gift of seeing ghosts despite being a living, he wouldn’t leave you alone. Nights were often spent with him lying down next to you and both of you bantering until the wee hours. You never would’ve thought that you would enjoy the company of a Wall Street finance bro as much as you did, but here you were. You dreaded the day you had to check out of the B&B. 

You giggled, “Yeah, that publishing house definitely takes some inspiration from it.” Pulling it up with a Google search on your phone, you zoomed in to show him some photos. “So people are either Team Edward or Team Jacob. It’s basically a vampire-human-werewolf love triangle.” It felt ridiculous to be explaining the Twilight movies to someone, but this was Trevor after all. He’d probably be into it. 

“You think I'm like that guy?” he asked, pointing at Edward and his pale, shimmering skin. The guy almost looked offended. 

“Only because you can’t age. And you’re old enough to my be grandpa and all. You’re kind of a supernatural creature…” Trevor’s expression shifted and he scoffed. He didn't like being called old, but you couldn’t help but tease him. 

“Hey, I died in my 30s, which means I’m in my 30s forever.” He gestured towards his body, cocky as always. 

“If you say so,” you quipped back. 

“That Jacob guy is way better looking anyway,” he mumbled. 

“You know, I thought the same thing in middle school.” 

“Jeez, when did this come out anyway?”

“2008.”

“Ok, now I do kinda feel like a grandpa,” he answered, eyes widened. 

“I was just joking,” you turned towards him. “Do you wanna watch? We could marathon. There’s actually 4 of them. I’ll probably fall asleep.”

“Well, I like watching you,” he replied, eyebrows raising up and down, and a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Same old Trevor. 

You rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your smile, “Creep.” After a brief pause, you decided to torture him some more. “Actually, that’s also very Edward.” You laughed as you heard him groan. 

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Would You Rather?

Pairing: Marcus White x Reader

Summary: The unfortunate realization that you have a crush on Marcus from Superstore…happens to the worst of us. Another blizzard fic. Just did this for fun bc I never see Marcus fics!! Silly goofy game of would you rather.

“So, a raccoon or a squirrel?” Marcus asked you, eyes wide despite it being at least 2 am.

“What? I’m a vegetarian,” you responded, eyes squinted. Neither of you could sleep on the shitty beds you made for yourselves on the Cloud 9 floors. Marcus inside of a blow-up kiddie pool that he was way too big for, and you in an uncomfortable sleeping bag. So Marcus resorted to playing this game with you, a game of never-ending hypothetical questions.

“Well, what if you were stranded on an island?” he replied with his exaggerated hand gestures, taking this way too seriously as he often did.

“Then I guess I would choose a squirrel, Marcus,” you sighed. You hoped to bring an end to this conversation, but part of you liked the distraction.

“Right on. I would choose a raccoon, more meat.”

“Gross,” you replied in disgust, turning to him a few feet away from you. There he was with his huge dorkish grin.

You didn’t know why Dina placed you anywhere near the vicinity of Marcus of all people during one of the worst blizzards the state of Missouri had ever seen. It was another overnight stay at the store, and honestly it was starting to get weird how common this was becoming. You were slightly offended that she was more focused on Cheyenne’s safety than anyone else's. Just another day (and night) at Cloud 9, you thought to yourself.

A couple more hours passed of insane Marcus questions, like would you try to beat Godzilla if given the chance, or if Cloud 9 was overtaken by zombies, would you resort to cannibalism for survival? You had to give him props; the man could talk. But after a while, all topics were exhausted and you both lay there in silence. You turned to look at each other at the same time, noticing you were both still wide awake. An antsy and jittery feeling started to overtake you.

“I’m kind of hungry,” you said, breaking the silence.

“We should raid the store,” he suggested, a little hesitant in anticipation of your reaction.

“We should raid the store,” you repeated back in a whisper. No use thinking it over. Fuck it, what else was there to do? There was a glimmer in his eye as he jumped out of the pool and headed towards the food aisles. A few moments later, you were all over Pop-Tarts, Oreos, cookies, sodas, chips, candy, and every junk food you could get your hands on. Throwing everything all over the place (like you weren't the ones that had to clean it up tomorrow.) Well, hopefully you wouldn’t have to pay for it given the circumstances. You hated to admit it, but you were kind of having fun with the guy. Everyone judged Marcus for being gross and off-putting, and you couldn’t blame them. His insane comments in the break room certainly didn’t help. There was the whole boob cheese thing…and not knowing that kangaroos were real. Not knowing a lot of things. But in this moment, you noticed maybe there was something else there. He was fun, playful, and if nothing else, earnest. He was always himself. How the hell did he even learn Tagalog for Mateo’s family? It was kind of sweet.

“Dude, why are you staring at me?” he asked suddenly, interrupting your train of thought.

“I’m not staring at you, you’re….staring at you.” Nice one.

“Ok…you’re literally staring at me.” An awkward silence swept the room. Not knowing what to do or how to respond, you panicked and grabbed a giant bag of popcorn, flinging it at his face before making a run for it.

“Not cool,” you heard him mutter as you tried to find a place to hide away while racing across the store. “Wait, are we playing tag now? Not fair, you got a head start.” Great, now you really had to hide. A horrifying thought crossed your mind as you noticed the giddiness in your body and the smile on your face — fuck. Did you have a crush on Marcus? What was this store doing to you?

[mangetout828]

i knew a marcus superstore fic would not do numbers but damn nobody gaf 🙏

[mangetout828]

Would You Rather?

Pairing: Marcus White x Reader

Summary: The unfortunate realization that you have a crush on Marcus from Superstore…happens to the worst of us. Another blizzard fic. Just did this for fun bc I never see Marcus fics!! Silly goofy game of would you rather.

“So, a raccoon or a squirrel?” Marcus asked you, eyes wide despite it being at least 2 am.

“What? I’m a vegetarian,” you responded, eyes squinted. Neither of you could sleep on the shitty beds you made for yourselves on the Cloud 9 floors. Marcus inside of a blow-up kiddie pool that he was way too big for, and you in an uncomfortable sleeping bag. So Marcus resorted to playing this game with you, a game of never-ending hypothetical questions.

“Well, what if you were stranded on an island?” he replied with his exaggerated hand gestures, taking this way too seriously as he often did.

“Then I guess I would choose a squirrel, Marcus,” you sighed. You hoped to bring an end to this conversation, but part of you liked the distraction.

“Right on. I would choose a raccoon, more meat.”

“Gross,” you replied in disgust, turning to him a few feet away from you. There he was with his huge dorkish grin.

You didn’t know why Dina placed you anywhere near the vicinity of Marcus of all people during one of the worst blizzards the state of Missouri had ever seen. It was another overnight stay at the store, and honestly it was starting to get weird how common this was becoming. You were slightly offended that she was more focused on Cheyenne’s safety than anyone else's. Just another day (and night) at Cloud 9, you thought to yourself.

A couple more hours passed of insane Marcus questions, like would you try to beat Godzilla if given the chance, or if Cloud 9 was overtaken by zombies, would you resort to cannibalism for survival? You had to give him props; the man could talk. But after a while, all topics were exhausted and you both lay there in silence. You turned to look at each other at the same time, noticing you were both still wide awake. An antsy and jittery feeling started to overtake you.

“I’m kind of hungry,” you said, breaking the silence.

“We should raid the store,” he suggested, a little hesitant in anticipation of your reaction.

“We should raid the store,” you repeated back in a whisper. No use thinking it over. Fuck it, what else was there to do? There was a glimmer in his eye as he jumped out of the pool and headed towards the food aisles. A few moments later, you were all over Pop-Tarts, Oreos, cookies, sodas, chips, candy, and every junk food you could get your hands on. Throwing everything all over the place (like you weren't the ones that had to clean it up tomorrow.) Well, hopefully you wouldn’t have to pay for it given the circumstances. You hated to admit it, but you were kind of having fun with the guy. Everyone judged Marcus for being gross and off-putting, and you couldn’t blame them. His insane comments in the break room certainly didn’t help. There was the whole boob cheese thing…and not knowing that kangaroos were real. Not knowing a lot of things. But in this moment, you noticed maybe there was something else there. He was fun, playful, and if nothing else, earnest. He was always himself. How the hell did he even learn Tagalog for Mateo’s family? It was kind of sweet.

“Dude, why are you staring at me?” he asked suddenly, interrupting your train of thought.

“I’m not staring at you, you’re….staring at you.” Nice one.

“Ok…you’re literally staring at me.” An awkward silence swept the room. Not knowing what to do or how to respond, you panicked and grabbed a giant bag of popcorn, flinging it at his face before making a run for it.

“Not cool,” you heard him mutter as you tried to find a place to hide away while racing across the store. “Wait, are we playing tag now? Not fair, you got a head start.” Great, now you really had to hide. A horrifying thought crossed your mind as you noticed the giddiness in your body and the smile on your face — fuck. Did you have a crush on Marcus? What was this store doing to you?