#superstore x reader

[matt-murdockk]

Love (?) is in the air

pairing: jonah simms x fem!cloud9!reader words: 1.5k summary: Sandra clearly misreads a situation between (Y/n) and Jonah. Or does she? warnings: one single f-bomb a/n: superstore fic can I get a hell yeah

"You know, when I pictured what I'd be doing at this age, I always hoped it involved a forklift and a six-foot bear with dead eyes," (Y/N) said dryly, hoisting the last of the giant plush monstrosities onto the display shelf before she got down from the forklift.

Jonah adjusted the row of novelty mugs for the third time that hour. “You know,” he said, glancing sideways, “if these mugs were any more passive-aggressive, they’d be my mom.”

(Y/N) snorted, steadying the bear before it could tip over and crush a cardboard standee of Cupid. “This mug literally says, 'I guess you’ll do.' Romance is alive and well.”

The fluorescent lights above them flickered like they, too, were judging the display. Somewhere in the distance, a child shrieked bloody murder— likely over a dented box of candy hearts.

Jonah picked up one of the mugs and turned it in his hand, mock thoughtful. “‘I’m Yours. No Refunds.’ Honestly? Kind of hot.”

(Y/N) arched an eyebrow. “That’s your type?”

He shrugged. “I like a little emotional blackmail in my dishware.”

She nudged his side with her elbow, grinning. “That explains so much.”

He laughed and leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice like he was about to tell a secret. “I mean, if someone gave me this mug and a half-assed note, I’d probably propose on the spot.”

“Oh, so we’re setting the bar that low now?” she teased.

“I work retail, (Y/N). The bar’s in the stockroom buried under a broken price scanner and my will to live.”

She barked out a laugh. “That tracks.”

They were standing too close now— not that either of them minded. It was just the kind of comfortable proximity that happened when two people spent too much time in the same blue vests, in the same aisles, pretending they weren’t already halfway to a workplace romance.

Jonah reached over to fix one of the mugs she’d haphazardly placed. Their fingers brushed.

(Y/N) looked up at him. “Wow. Perfectionist and poetic. Dangerous combo.”

Jonah smiled, a little crooked. “Don’t forget modest.”

Before she could reply, a small gasp echoed from the end of the aisle.

They both turned their heads.

Sandra stood frozen like she’d been caught in the middle of an unspeakable act. Her eyes were wide, darting between Jonah and (Y/N), and she clutched her clipboard to her chest like it might shield her from whatever she thought she was witnessing.

She lifted one shaky finger and pointed at them. Then back to her clipboard. Then at them again.

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out.

Jonah blinked. “Uh… hey, Sandra.”

Sandra said nothing. Just kept pointing. Now with both hands, her clipboard forgotten on the ground with a mild thud. Her lip trembled slightly, as though on the verge of tears, or a nervous breakdown, or both.

(Y/N) took a slow step forward. “Are you okay?”

Sandra squeaked. Literally squeaked. Then turned on her heel and walked away at a brisk, flustered shuffle.

Jonah and (Y/N) stood in silence for a moment.

Finally, (Y/N) said, “So… that felt normal.”

Jonah nodded. “Textbook Cloud 9 interaction.”

“Well, at least that’s the weirdest today has gotten.”

And just as Jonah was about to make another joke about flower arrangements, someone in the toy aisle screamed, “IS THAT A RACCOON?!”

They both turned toward the sound. And sighed.

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The breakroom smelled vaguely like burnt popcorn and cleaning fluid. Glenn stood at the front near the whiteboard, nervously holding a laminated emergency protocol chart with one corner already chewed off— presumably by the raccoon still unaccounted for in the store.

“So,” Glenn began, “in the event that you see the raccoon again, please don’t try to lure it with peanut butter. Or beef jerky. Or Cheyenne’s perfume.”

Cheyenne, from the couch, raised a hand. “Okay, but it really liked my perfume. Like, aggressively.”

Mateo scoffed. “I’m just saying, if it’s still in the building, I vote we name it and train it to do returns.”

“You’re all missing the point,” Glenn said, waving the chart like it held divine authority. “This is a serious—”

“Okay, everyone shut up,” Dina cut in, not even looking up from her protein bar. “Glenn’s talking. Which means you listen and pretend to care.”

The room quieted— well, as much as it ever did. Jonah sat near the vending machine, one foot bouncing lightly. (Y/N) was across the table from him, chin propped on her hand, looking both amused and half-asleep.

Glenn cleared his throat. “Now. In case of wild animal invasion, the protocol is to calmly evacuate the aisle and alert management—”

“Like that ever happens,” Amy muttered.

“And not to scream and throw a clearance Nerf gun at it,” Glenn added, giving Marcus a meaningful look.

Marcus just shrugged. “Instinct.”

The conversation derailed instantly, as usual. Someone brought up whether or not they should build a raccoon-proof panic room. Mateo started a pitch for his “Emergency Escape Fashion Capsule.” Cheyenne offered to draw raccoon warning signs for every aisle.

And then, without warning, Sandra stood up.

She’d been uncharacteristically quiet, sitting stiffly in the corner, eyes fixed on the floor like she was building up courage for something big. Which, in Sandra’s case, meant something dramatic and deeply misguided.

“I just think,” she said suddenly, “that we should take a moment to appreciate that love can blossom anywhere. Even in a hostile workplace environment.”

Silence.

Everyone turned.

Garrett, eyebrows raised, leaned back in his wheelchair. “Okay… continue.”

Sandra swallowed, visibly shaking. “I mean— Jonah and (Y/N). It’s just so beautiful to see two people finally realize what they’ve been denying for so long.”

More silence, but this time of the awkward and stunned kind.

(Y/N) blinked. “Wait, what?”

Jonah looked around like maybe someone else was being referenced. “I’m sorry, us?”

"Sandra, genuinely, what the fuck?"

Sandra clutched the edge of the table like she’d just made a profound announcement. “I saw you. This morning. In Seasonal.”

Jonah frowned. “With the… mugs?”

Sandra nodded solemnly, like this explained everything. “And the bear.”

Cheyenne gasped. “Wait, you guys?”

Garrett leaned forward, looking far too entertained. “Hold on. You’re saying Jonah and (Y/N) are a thing now?”

Jonah opened his mouth. “No, absolutely—”

“Thank you,” Mateo cut in, nodding solemnly. “Because finally, someone else noticed.”

Jonah threw his hands up. “There’s nothing to notice!”

“Oh please,” Cheyenne said. “You were standing like, this close.” She held two fingers about a breath apart. “And Jonah was doing his soft eyes thing.”

“I don’t do a soft eyes thing,” Jonah said.

“You one hundred percent do a soft eyes thing,” Garrett said. “You do it every time (Y/N) says something even remotely sarcastic.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jonah muttered.

(Y/N) looked around the table. “Can we get back to the part where there’s a raccoon loose in the store? Or is that less important than whatever hallucination Sandra had?”

Sandra, quietly, “It wasn’t a hallucination.”

Mateo sipped his drink. “She’s doubling down. Bold.”

Glenn clasped his hands. “I always hoped love would bloom here. Even in the presence of pest infestations and frequent cart theft.”

(Y/N) looked around the room, expression blank. “I am begging you all to get hobbies.”

“That’s what people say when they’re caught,” Mateo said.

“Caught doing what?” Jonah asked, voice rising slightly.

“Being all soft and couple-y,” Amy replied, like it was a felony, clearly enjoying this more than she should.

Glenn sniffled. “It’s just... nice, you know? Love in a hopeless place.”

Dina stood up, clearly done. “Alright. Break’s over. Glenn, your meeting has gone off the rails. You are spineless and a downright disgrace. As fun as this was, there is a raccoon loose in the store that we need to tend to. If I find that before you do, I’m keeping it.”

Everyone stood and filed out of the breakroom, still murmuring and exchanging knowing looks.

Jonah and (Y/N) stayed behind for a second. He gave her a look, somewhere between exasperated and amused.

“You think if we start actively being mean to each other, they’ll drop it?”

(Y/N) stood, grabbing her half-empty coffee. “Probably not. We’ll just end up on a different kind of list.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I mean, next time I’ll just high-five you from across the aisle to avoid scandal.”

(Y/N) smirked. “I feel like that it will actively make it worse.”

Jonah opened his mouth, stopped, sighed. “Cool. Awesome.”

She paused at the door. “For the record? You do do the soft eyes thing.”

Jonah blinked. “What’s the—?”

She gave him a deadpan look as she leaned against the doorframe, then rolled her eyes and walked away, smiling. Jonah instinctively felt his entire demeanour change, soften, in fact.

Oh.

[g1rld1ary]

locked in - jonah simms x reader

wc: 1573

cw: mentions of claustrophobia but nothing serious

me: i have watched so much superstore in the last 3 days its not even funny i am obsessed and jonah is my husband irl i love him!!!!! I've never written for him so hopefully the characterisation is okay?? but I'm still working on it!!

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“jonah? is that you?” you asked from behind the dolly you were pushing, stacked high with boxes.

“the one and only,” he replied, popping out into your eyeline. you rolled your eyes as you continued down the hall, forcing him to keep up with your pace.

“can you open the door to the storeroom? amy wanted me to put this new shipment of playstations in the cage but i can’t see at all where i’m going.”

“uh, yeah! no problem. i mean, why do they even call it the cage? makes it sound like the consoles are gonna come to life and seek revenge… like jaws or something.” he made a series of sounds that you assumed were supposed to be sharks, judging by his gesture of chomping teeth.

“more like the birds, that shit was freaky.”

“no way, you’ve seen the birds? i loved that movie when i was, like, thirteen!” jonah pushed the door open to the stock room, hopping in front of your dolly to deal with the padlock on the cage.

“it’s hitchcock, jonah, it’s not exactly a niche film. you know, you’re not the only one around here who's cultured.” you pushed the dolly into the cage, starting on stacking the new gaming consoles on the shelves.

“i know that! i didn’t mean that i— i mean, of course i think you’re smart and cultured and — oh. you’re teasing me.” his pale cheeks were dusted with a rosy pink and you nodded with mirth in your eyes.

“ding ding ding. guess that year of business school was worth it, after all.” you bit back your smile to continue the bit. jonah pushed the dolly in mock outrage, mouth open to begin another retort before the telltale click echoed through the suddenly dead silent room.

“did you just—”

“no!” jonah cut you off with a squeak, all but teleporting to the locked cage door.

“i think you d—”

“it’s fine! we’re fine! i’ll just unlock it.” he affirmed, more to himself than you, trying to squeeze his hand through the small gap.

“it’s pointless,” you said, running a hand over your face. “after that robbery a few months ago, they really upped the security in here.” the thick plastic sheet attached to the pre-existing wire cage was proof of that. unfortunately, it meant that jonah’s arm couldn’t squeeze through the gap anymore, plus the new electric code lock meant it was essentially impossible to open from the inside.

the bold do not close while inside sign amy had stuck up was mocking you both as jonah tried to force the door open.

“i think we’re stuck,” he said finally, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

“figures,” you huffed a laugh, “the one time cloud nine pretends to care about safety and it backfires.” you joined him on the floor, trying not to think about how it probably hadn’t been cleaned in the last two decades.

“do you have your phone? we could call for help,” jonah suggested, and you shook your head.

“it’s dead. forgot to plug it in last night. yours?”

“um, article nine of the employee handbook? phones and other devices should be stored in lockers unless on break or off the clock?” you looked at him for a long moment, trying to decipher if he was serious. “joking, obviously. i, uh, forgot it by the coffee machine when marcus went running out talking about some customer he was gonna try and ‘bang’.” you both made disgusted faces for a second.

“so what do we do? no way to get out on our own and we can’t call anyone… what if we’re stuck here for days?” you could feel the panic starting to set in, unable to control your shallow breaths.

“no way. we’ll get found when amy gets pissed that we’re not there to boss around,” jonah laughed at his own dumb joke, only stopping when he realised you weren’t saying anything, staring at your feet and shaking slightly.

“hey, hey. we’re gonna be absolutely fine, okay? it’ll be max an hour — we’re the stars of this show, after all.” he couldn’t help the silly comment on the end, but you didn’t seem to notice, looking up at him with wide eyes, wet with unshed tears.

“promise?” you asked quietly. jonah refrained from explaining how technically he couldn’t actually promise anything, for once sensing it wasn’t going to make you feel any better.

“promise.” he’d meant to clasp your hand in his only quickly, a comforting touch to calm you down, but when you’d held onto him for dear life, soft fingers holding onto his, he made no move to draw his hand back.

“and hey, if things get really dismal, i’ll be the gentleman and let you cannibalise me, ‘kay?”

“you’re so dumb,” you giggled softly, subconsciously shifting closer to him. “and just for the record, it wouldn’t even be a fight, i could so take you down in an apocalypse, pretty boy.” jonah’s lips twitched at the nickname.

he kept you occupied as you waited, spouting out any nonsense he had in his brain. you got at least five new yorker articles regurgitated. it was effective, though, jonah was a good talker and kept you distracted from any feelings of impending doom with stupid jokes.

“jonah?” you asked when there was a dip in conversation. “i’m glad it was you.”

“what?”

“in here, i mean. with me. i’m glad it’s you.” you silently cursed yourself for your awkwardness, unable to look at jonah and face his reaction.

“not creepy sal? but you two are such good buddies!” he shot back before softening, “i’m glad it’s you too. there’s no one else i’d rather be stuck in a cage with.”

you smiled, soft and genuine, matching jonah’s expression for a moment. then you took a risk and gently rested your head on his shoulder, swayed by the intimacy of your conversation. suddenly, you felt jonah shift, and a small kiss was pressed on the top of your head. it must’ve been a reflex action because as soon as it started, it stopped, jonah freezing in his tracks, muscles tensing up.

“oh my god, i—” he started quickly.

“jonah?”

“yeah?” he asked nervously, not daring to move an inch.

“shut up.” he relaxed all at once, melting into you, head resting on top of yours.

neither of you spoke for a while, sitting in comfortable silence. jonah was warm next to you, a grounding heat as you waited aimlessly.

an hour later, you were trading childhood stories when the door to the storeroom flung open, a distressed-looking amy bursting in.

“oh my god, are you guys okay? how long have you been in here?” she asked, hurrying to punch in the code to the cage door.

“since you sent me to unpack the playstations…” you trailed off nervously, still scared of the floor manager.

“holy shit, guys, it’s been like two and a half hours. i’m so sorry!”

“it’s no big deal, really. a paid break, you could say,” jonah said, pushing himself off the ground. you'd resigned yourself to your moment of closeness being over when he stuck out his hand, pulling you up kindly.

amy dashed off after the door was safely open, a million and one things on her mind as usual, leaving you and jonah to pull the dolly out and return it.

you lingered at the entrance to the store, clocked out and otherwise ready to go home. something in you said you had unfinished business.

you heard jonah before you saw him, whistling some ridiculous tune that was probably from an obscure opera no one had ever heard of.

“hey!” you called, skipping a step to catch up with him on his way to his car.

“oh, hi,” he replied with a smile, hands stuck in his winter coat pockets.

“i just wanted to say thank you, for earlier. i know i was a bit of a mess.”

“oh, no, it’s totally fine! i liked it! i mean, not you being panicked or being stuck in the cage or anything. just, like, hanging out with you. or something,” his awkward cadence always made you smile, something about it endlessly endearing.

“yeah, me too.”

you stood in silence for a moment, just looking at each other and the way your breaths turned to mist in the freezing cold. jonah moved first, stuttering out a few excuses for a goodbye.

“jonah?” you asked, voice clear in the silent parking lot.

“yeah?”

you hugged him tightly, arms wrapped around his middle as you buried your face in the soft wool of his scarf. he hesitated for a moment before reciprocating it, surrounding you with his body heat.

it was far too long before you pulled away, both of your cheeks red from the cold or something else.

“you know, next time we could maybe do something where we’re not forced into a location together against our wills? dinner, maybe?” you asked, suddenly shy.

“yeah,” he breathed out with a puff of vapour, “i’d like that.”

[basterdbug]

marcus white the type of person to read that one reddit post about that dude using the song CBAT when he fucks and then deciding to try it out

[1-800reki]

𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙂𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿 9?!

Pairing: Meguru Bachira x GN reader (more hinted towards male or whatever but i used they/them)

Summary: You highkey hate working at Cloud Nine cause everyone lowkey booty except for your gang (and Jonah too ig..) but one day.. One fateful day.. THE Meguru Bachira comes into the store.. Looking for... You!!

This is meant to be a joke cause im bored af and i finished superstore and cant find anything good about it so.. Heh...

"Attention Cloud 9 shoppers, asparagus is now 20% off, don't know who would care about asparagus of all things.. But go nuts!"

..

You sigh after hearing that, you had been on your break for a couple of minutes and had started banging your head on the table slightly. This was such a slow day! The customers were slow, Garrett didn't do a lot of announcements, Jonah wasn't messing with something, Cheyenne was out, Mateo was still hard at work, Dina was in the security room, Glenn was at his desk, and Amy.. Well Amy was somewhere in the store doing something floor managers do.

You had debated on putting a fork in the microwave just to go home before you hear Garrett's voice over the intercom again. "Uh.. Y/n to customer service, you have a.. Very interesting looking man looking for you. Y/n to customer service," You picked your head up, reluctantly got up, and walked out the breakroom.

You walked all the way to customer service to see a small crowd of the employees gathering around someone. Garrett looked at you, did a take back, and then a triple take. "Dude, you know Meguru Bachira?! The most goated soccer player ever, the guy better than Missael Kaiser?!" He said, wheeling over to you. You looked up to see your boyfriend excitedly talking to your coworkers.

"Uh.. Heh.. Yep! I uh.. Know him.." You said wuth a nod as you walked over, Meguru perking up like a puppy and immediately hugged you. "Surprise! See? Told ya I'd surprise you!" He said cheerfully as your coworkers gaped at you. "Yeah, you got me good," You say, patting his back. Mateo looked at you, then Meguru, then back to you. "Hold up, so you're saying that a soccer player, is gay?" He said, a bit shocked.

"That, football, and wrestling are liek the gayest sports to play brah." Some random customer said before being shooed away. "Yep, so, uh, Meguru, you can go now!" You say shoving him away as he whined but reluctantly left. You breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the coworkers who definitely had questions.

"Ladies.. Ladies.. One at a time.. Heh.."

The concept of Superstore knowing meguru bachira

@sugurumybeloved do you fw this

[ghost-writing-now]

Yoooooo

As you have probably noticed: I'm back on the writing train - so this is definitely a good time to send requests :)

I am new to writing for Ghosts and Stranger Things so they are probably more prioritised but like always: feel free to request for any character or fandom (even if I haven't written for them before - why not try?)

I've got a few ideas in the bank so no worries if I get none: but thought I'd made sure people know the floor to request is very much open.

Thanks for all the support, love you all.

[noellawrites]

The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

[dandelionpixels]

amy + jonah + reader

(platonic/familial)

ask: Omg you write for superstore!!!!!! Can I send in a request for it where R works at thr store, and Amy is a mother figure to them, and they're like sort of adopted into the Sousa family with them being an older sibling figure to Emma, and Jonah slowly becoming a fatherly type to R??

- It was only supposed to be a summer job, just something to kill time in between school. But you ended up there longer than you meant to, getting closer with all your coworkers.

- You kept to your own for a while, keeping your head down and working like you were supposed to.

The first real bonding you’d had at work was when a group of kids from school showed up in the store. You hadn’t exactly gotten along with them, and the concept of them knowing where you work was pretty awful. Desperately trying to skirt down the aisles to get the break room, you run smack into Amy restocking sparkling waters. The cases of water are stacked tall in the aisle and you duck behind them before you can feel embarrassed.

Amy barely gets out a, “Wh-“ before glances up to the end of the aisle. Knowing Emma’s reluctance to see anyone her age in public, Amy lets out a sigh and continues to casually stock water as you hide behind the pallet and wait for the group to leave. After a couple more minutes, she pulls out her walkie-talkie, “Dina, can you check the cameras for a group of high schoolers?” Dina launches into a rage-filled monologue as Amy tries to calm her down “No- Don’t- Do not call the police! It’s nothing.”

In another minute, Dina radios back, “They’re not here. Guess they escaped, it won’t happen again.” Amy rolls her eyes and waves you out from behind the pallet, “C’mon, someone needs to finish setting up the beach display.” Scurrying away nervously, you smile, “Thanks, won’t bother you again!”

- A couple days later, Glenn gives everyone a packet of paperwork at a staff meeting, regarding taxes for the next year. You stare blankly at the paper until Amy taps you gently on the shoulder, “Hey, it’s not as scary as it looks. I don’t think Glenn even knows these have to be mailed in.”

- On days that she notices you haven’t eaten anything, she always manages to have a granola bar on her to offer you.

- During days where you get assigned to freezer, there’s always a jacket shoved inside your locker. Amy plays dumb whenever you mention it, insisting she doesn’t play favorites.

One day, after an already difficult morning, Mateo slips on an orange peel and spills his entire iced coffee onto you, straw and all. Despite hurried reassurances that it’s fine and you’re not mad, you can feel your eyes prick with tears.

Mateo runs off and comes back pulling Amy behind him, gesturing up and down at your distressed state. Amy’s demeanor immediately flips into what the others call ‘mother hen’ and she waves Mateo away. Putting an arm around your shoulders, she pulls you into the bathroom, ignoring your insistence that it’s fine.

She only steps away to mumble something into the walkie, and within minutes, Cheyenne slips into the bathroom. She reveals three clean t-shirts with a grin, “I use my locker to store outfit changes.” She leaves them with you guys, hurrying back to cover the floor. Amy stands outside the bathroom while you change, and lets a small smile drift onto her face when you come out clearly feeling better.

- One day, you’re doing register and there’s a particularly obnoxious customer. Some man who’s furious that you can’t give him a refund even though he doesn’t have a receipt, the item, or his card. You stand there, trying to zone out while his voice gets increasingly loud. Suddenly, there’s someone else standing next to you. You turn to see Amy looking absolutely furious, pointing outside and explaing the refund policy. The man rolls his eyes and you turn to your other side to see Jonah trying his best to look equally intimidating, “Scram dude. No refunds without a receipt. Take it up with corporate.” The man mumbles some cuss words but leaves reluctantly.

Another day, Emma comes barreling into the store, eyes watery and clearly furious. You recognize her from the times she’s been in before, and walk over, “Hey, you alright?”

She shakes her head, “Where’s my mom?” You check your phone for the time and frown slightly, “She’s driving to one of the corporate offices to pick up more uniforms, I’m really sorry.” Emma groans, “Can you just tell her I need to talk to her.”

You nod, and then on second thought, gesture to the break room, “Do you want to sit and wait for her?” Emma nods reluctantly, “Yeah okay.”

When the two of you sit down, she wipes her eyes roughly, “I’m sorry- It’s stupid.” You smile softly, “It’s probably not stupid, and I’ve probably been there. Do you wanna talk about it?”

She shakes her head, but then starts to explain anyway. She’d got in some sort of fight with her friends, and she was clearly convinced they’d never talk to her again. She’d failed her chemistry test and forgotten her PE uniform and just generally had the day from hell. Like forty minutes later, Amy walks into the break room to see the two of you sitting on the couch, giggling about some boy in Emma’s class and eating snacks from the vending machine.

- During a staff trip to the nearby zoo that Glenn insisted would be fun, despite the 80 degree weather, you realize you left your wallet at home. Amy scoffs when you admit you can’t get lunch, and orders a meal for you, waving off your promises to pay her back.

- You can’t help but be bummed as everyone walks through the gift shop, picking up various shirts and memorabilia. When everyone gets to the parking lot, Jonah taps you on the shoulder and reveals a stuffed tiger he’d somehow bought without you noticing. Before you can react, Amy exclaims a loud, “Jonah!” and reveals an identical stuffed tiger that she shoves into your arms.

More and more, you get closer with the three of them. Carpooling to and from work, going to Emma’s birthday parties, going shopping with Jonah even though he doesnt really understand it, matching halloween costumes at the store. Gaining your own little family.

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

Superstore Boys saying ‘I love you’ for the first time:

Marcus!!

- literally shaking in his cloud 9 branded work boots

- spends weeks, months even, practicing saying it in the mirror until he builds up the courage to do it to your face.

- not scared of saying it because of himself. He knows it to be true that he loves you more then anything else in this world. He's more scared that he'll say it and you'll give his this blank stare while you whisper an apology that you don't love him too. (It wouldn't be the first time that's happened).

- doesn't plan an extravagant moment or anything to say it to you, but he does want it to be intimate; just the two of you.

- when the words come out his hands are shaking and he can't meet your eyes, until you lean in close, nudge your nose against his cheek and whisper to him 'I love you too' with a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

- once he says it for the first time, he's never not saying it to you.

- "I love you, babe." "Hey, babe, I love you." "Because I love you will you grab some cheese-it's in the store for me?" "I love you, but I love Kraft Mac and cheese more babe, get used to it."

Garrett!!

- doesn't think it's as much of a big deal as the others, but still finds himself nervous to say it to your face.

- plans a nice dinner for the two of you with all your favourite foods and your favourite movie and dessert for afterward

- when it comes to the actual moment that's when the nerves finally hit

- though Garrett spends most of his time flirting with you and acting all confident around you he just crumples. For the first time in a long time he's actually nervous to what May happen.

- you're cleaning up the dishes claiming you had to after he'd put all the hard work into making the food and Garrett comes up behind you, pulling you into a kiss. And then another and then another before murmuring it against your lips.

- you press one more chaste kiss to his lips and lean back with a wide, glistening smile. 'I love you too.'

- the amount of relief Garrett felt when you said it back!!!! He'd never admit how nervous he was that day, not even to you. He couldn't let you know the power you had over him.

Jonah!!

- Freaks tf out

- he's spent more time then the two of you had been together planning on how he would tell you he loves you.

- he plans the most elaborate day out for the two of you, a trip to the park, a picnic, row boat ride into the lake, a long stroll through a flower garden and then dinner at your favourite restaurant

- however, all of that goes to shit when he calls you up to ask you to bring him home his jacket that he'd left at the store and he ends the call with 'see you when you get back. I love you.'

- a brief moment of silence takes over the two of you as Jonah hastily mutters out 'I didn't mean to say that' before hanging up on you

- you tucked the phone into your pocket with a wide smile on your face, picking up his jacket that you'd already had among your things before heading back to Jonah's place as quickly as you could.

- the second you open the door Jonah's apologising, saying that 'I didn't mean to say it in a good way, of course I meant it! How couldn't I? I love you more then anything! This just isn't how things were supposed to go and-'

- before he can get out another word, your grabbing his by the collar of his shirt and pulling him against you, kissing his passionately before pulling back with a bright grin. 'I love you too, J.'