#Superstore Marcus

[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.

[georgialeeches]

Superstore Marcus White smut head-canons:

(Green Highlighted = Actual canon statement) (NSFW)

>When you started messing around he was shy, humble, above all honest- he starts every time by saying “I’m not really sure what I’m doing down there”

>But after awhile when he’s comfortable around you that ‘alpha male’ / ‘fuck boy’ superiority will come out during sex

>Like being competitive makes him NEED to make you finish before you get him to.. and smack talking when he’s winning that game

>Mocking you for being a ‘princess’ if you’re whining, calling you a ‘bitch’ when you’re unyielding. Teasing how you can’t stop how close he’s getting you if you tried

>He went to prison for public urination, says he doesn’t wash his hands after peeing and pees in jars

He DEFINITELY has a piss kink. He wants to urinate on you and he wants you to leave it, staying like that as long as possible

>Chanting is gonna happen when he’s a minute away from cumming and you have to make him cum if you want to make him silent

>Praise is in his after care. compliments, telling you what he liked, most of all letting you know he’s thankful and grateful for the attentiveness he really only gets from you

[satansapostle6]

Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Chapter One

Chapter Two: They Just Seem A Little Weird

“Stop looking at her!”

“Wha—I’m not looking at her!”

“Yes, you are, now stop it, it’s getting weird!”

Garrett McNeill was getting more tired of Jonah’s childish dilemmas by the day. The day before, Jonah had made the mistake of trying to ask out Sophie, one of the new hires at Cloud 9, which ended tragically for him. Not only had Jonah inadvertently harassed a coworker, but he had also accidentally asked a single, working mother of a five year-old if she had a ‘wild side’. Needless to say, Jonah felt humiliated and apologetic. This, of course, seemed to work out for everyone except for Garrett.

“Dude, I get that you like her, but I’m gonna be honest, man… I don’t think she likes you!” Garrett pointed out to Jonah, “And not even in the kindergarten like-like way, I mean I don’t even know if she considers values you as a human being after what you said to her yesterday!”

Jonah’s face falls with regret, “I know. What I said yesterday was… Horrible. A total lapse in judgment. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not even thinking about trying to get her number anymore, I just… Wish there was a way I could at least apologize to her. You know?”

Garrett looks down at his lap, actually feeling sorry for Jonah, and understanding his perspective.

“I don’t know, man,” Garrett provides, “She might just not wanna talk to you anymore after that, and you can’t blame her.”

Jonah nods, listening as he understands Garrett’s point.

“Just… I don’t know. If you get the chance to apologize to her, just leave it at that, you know? No pick-up lines, no asking her out. Something tells me an apology gets cheapened for a woman if it’s followed up by male gross-ness.”

Jonah nods understandingly. “Yeah, I just… hope I didn’t offend her.”

Garrett scoffs at the idea. “Dude. It’s Sophie. I play video games with her sometimes. You could’ve called her a slur, and she’d be fine.”

Jonah makes a concerned face, “Okay, well… I don’t think I wanna do that…”

Garrett just sits there, looking in front of him at Sophie working the cash register. He feels sorry for his friend, but starts to regret his involvement as soon as he hears a light bulb go off in Jonah’s head.

“Wait. If you and Sophie are such good friends… Can you help me out? Please?” Jonah begs.

Garrett just sighs, muttering to himself as he rolls his chair back to the customer service desk. “This is what I get for getting involved…”

*****

Later that Thursday, just as I was about to leave the register and clock out, I look up as I hear Garrett’s voice over the loudspeaker, with a weird lack of enthusiasm, even for him.

“Sophie Phuong to customer service… Sophie Phuong to customer service…”

I stop in confusion, not sure why Garrett would have needed me. I just shrug it off, abandoning my workstation as I head towards customer service at the front. Sure enough, as expected, sitting at the desk with an odd look on his face is Garrett. But standing by the customer service desk is Jonah, with a sad look on his face like a kicked puppy. I took a deep breath as soon as I saw him, bracing myself for one long conversation.

“Jonah…” I begin awkwardly.

But before I can continue, he cuts me off. Shocker.

“Sophie,” Jonah greets me, smiling hopefully, “Hey…”

I cross my arms expectantly, waiting for him to embarrass himself yet again. I knew at this point that Jonah was a pretty nice guy who just happened to be very awkward, but still, I needed him to at least give me something to work with here.

“I’m, uh…” Jonah fidgeted uncomfortably, “I’m really sorry, Sophie, about—”

Garrett and I both watching curiously.

I just stared, “About…?”

Jonah just looked at me guiltily, knowing he fucked up. “…Everything?”

I raised an eyebrow at his uncertainty.

“Everything. Yeah. Every single thing I have said to you, in the past twenty-four hours, has been… awful,” he apologized wholeheartedly, “Yesterday, I was rude, and… gross, and icky, and… I wish I could take back all the things I said to you,” he sighed.

Garrett looked to me for my input, wondering how I would react to this. I gave Garrett a ‘it’s whatever’ kind of shrug, not really having too big of a reaction to any of this. At this point, all of this was pretty pointless to me, and therefore required none of my energy at this point.

“Jonah…” I begin uncomfortably, “It’s fine. Really. You didn’t offend me, it’s not a big deal at all… Let’s just move past it. Okay?”

Jonah seemed ecstatic at this, thrilled that he was no longer in the doghouse.

“Oh! Uh, wow! Yeah! Great,” he laughed, still processing the entire thing. “Thank you! I’m… glad I didn’t ruin your day…”

I just give him a polite smile. “It’s cool. We’re good.”

An intimately touched smile spreads across my face, as he seemed way too happy about this.

“Thank you, Sophie,” he told me kindly, “That’s… really sweet of you,” he said softly.

I just nod, awkwardly glancing back and forth between him and Garrett.

“So… am I dismissed?”

Jonah looks around awkwardly as Garrett just offers me an indifferent smile, empathizing with me.

“Uh, yeah,” Jonah said quickly, “Yeah of course, I don’t mean to… keep you…”

I give them both a tiny smile and wave as I disappear, heading back to the break room for my stuff.

*****

After work, I headed out to the parking lot of the store, waiting for Ryan to drop Gigi off. He got here around 5:45, which I was pissed about, having had to wait an entire forty-five minutes for him to finally show up. I immediately ran to Ryan’s car the second I saw him pull up, feeling extremely impatient. Of course, I didn’t notice Jonah and Garrett coming out of the store.

“Ryan!” I practically shouted at my baby daddy.

He looked over at me nonchalantly, showing up in his stupid beanie and hoodie, not seeming to be aware of the fact that that I had a reason to be angry at him, let alone the fact that I was angry.

“Hey, Soph!” he greets me casually.

I scowl at him, doing my best to keep my composure in front of Gigi, who runs over to me in excitement. I bend down to look at her first, dealing with her before Ryan.

“Hey, baby, do you wanna wait in the car while I talk to Daddy?”

Gigi nods, fine with that idea. “Okay.”

I watched her as she ran off to my car, making sure everything was okay. I looked back, seeing Garrett sitting in his wheelchair by the front of the store, looking at me as Jonah awkwardly stood by him. He gave me a questioning thumbs-up, trying to gauge whether or not I was okay, given my impending spat with Ryan. I just gave him a thumbs-up, seeing him nod as I went back to being pissed at Ryan the second she’s out of earshot.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I hiss at him.

“What the fuck did I do?!” he exclaims defensively.

I scoff in disbelief. “‘What did you do’?! You forced me to wait a half a fucking hour, when you promised me you’d be here at 5, when I actually got off!”

He gave me an extremely annoying groan, not bothered by the reality of how he had inconvenienced me, again. What I didn’t notice, however, was that we were being watched by both my coworkers, and some of the customers in the parking lot.

“Dude, calm down, it’s not that big of a fucking deal!” he yelled at me.

“It’s not a ‘big deal’?!” I cried. “I’ve been waiting here for you for a half an hour!”

Garrett and Jonah wait by the front of the store, not necessarily wanting to be there.

“Alright,” Garrett sighs, watching the argument break out as he starts to wheel himself toward his car. “I’m out—”

Jonah automatically tries to stop him. “Wait, shouldn’t we just make sure she’s okay?”

Garrett sighs as he stops. “It’s okay, man, it’s just Ryan.”

Jonah looks over at him curiously. “You know her ex?”

Garrett nods. “Yeah, he’s a cool guy. He’s not a dick, this isn’t some ‘battered wife’ situation, alright? They’re just arguing. Stay out of it. You can get off your high horse, and take off your shining armor. Sophie’ll be just fine.”

“But, what if this is the one time she’s not fine?” Jonah questions.

Garrett just sighs, knowing he can’t win this one as he just gives in, keeping his chair parked as he watches his friend argue with her baby daddy.

“How the fuck is that my fault?!” he demanded, waving his arms lazily, “You could’ve gone home!”

I nearly scream at him, in complete awe of how both stupid and inconsiderate he can be at times.

“You’re right, asshole, I could’ve gone home,” I agreed furiously, “And maybe gone back to school and gotten my bachelor’s degree in the amount of fucking time I’ve been waiting in this fucking parking lot for you, but no, I had to wait here, because you kept saying you’d be here soon!”

“Oh my God, stop being so fucking dramatic!” Ryan Pollina yelled, “You always get pissed at me over the littlest fucking things! I’m just a little late! I’m sorry!”

“No, you’re not a little late, first of all,” I shouted, “Five minutes is a little late. Ten minutes is a little late. Fifteen minutes is acceptably late. You, sir, are almost an hour late! And you do this all the time! You tell me one time, you lie and make me wait, and then you show up an hour fucking late!”

Jonah looks at Garrett, seeming worried as Garrett still just shakes his head at the whole situation.

“This is getting a little heated…” Jonah observed.

“Not ‘heated’,” Garrett replied, “Just ghetto. Can’t you just let them work it out?”

Jonah doesn’t listen, remaining vigilant as he keeps his eye on Ryan.

“Oh, sorry, I just wanted to spend time with my fucking daughter!” Ryan spat at me.

I laugh, trying my best not to smack him upside the head. “You think I’m mad because you wanted to keep Gigi for an extra hour?! You’re her father! I don’t care if you wanna spend time with her, just don’t make me wait up if you’re not gonna show up! If you had texted me an hour ago saying you were gonna bring her at 6, or whatever, I would’ve been fine with that! But, no! You kept telling me, for that past forty minutes, that you were ‘on your way’, when I could’ve just waited for your ass at home!”

“Fuck you!” he shot back.

Jonah looks back at Garrett, growing increasingly concerned. “Should we do something?”

Garrett looks up at him incredulously. “What is there to do? They’re just bickering.”

Jonah looks back at the pair uncomfortably. “It seems like more than just arguing…”

“Oh, ‘fuck me’?!” I exclaimed at Ryan. “Are you fucking kidding me?! You come late and leave me waiting all the time, and it’s fuck me?!”

“Yeah! Fuck you!” he pointed at me angrily, “You’re always picking apart every single thing I fucking do!”

“Because you’re constantly fucking doing insane shit!” I gasp. “Like, why the fuck do you lie, and tell me you’re on the way, for an hour instead of just letting me fucking go home?!”

“I don’t understand why this is such a big problem!” he complained. “This was just one time—”

“No!” I laugh, “You’re not listening! It wasn’t one fucking time, Ryan, it’s all the time! It’s a pattern, it’s the principle of the thing, dude!” I reasoned.

“Fuck you, Sophie, I’m not listening to this shit!”

“I don’t like this…” Jonah grimaced.

“Dude, you never fucking listen to anything I say!” I reminded him.

“Because you’re always fucking bitching at me about this or that!” he argued.

I scoffed angrily. “‘Bitching’?! You think me expecting some fucking common decency from you is bitching?!”

“Yeah!” he nodded. “You’re constantly fucking bitching at me, about everything!”

Jonah stared. “I think I’m gonna say something…”

Garrett just shook his head, knowing nothing good could come of this. But before Jonah could even figure out what exactly his plan was, he was thrown off by someone else running out behind him. Jonah and I were both surprised to find Marcus running out to my defense. At first, I was somewhat touched by the gesture, until I saw him say fuck it and punch Ryan in the face.

“Oh, fuck!” Garrett slowly turns to Jonah, who’s still in shock. “You were saying?”

Jonah just shakes his head, grimacing. He wanted no part in that.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

I heard Garrett yell. “Damn!”

“Oh, my God…” Jonah murmured, running over in shock.

Jonah just stood there, in complete shock as Garrett rolled up next to him, watching the aftermath. Ryan struggled to stand up, his nose bloody and possibly broken, but before he could catch his breath, Marcus started absolutely whaling on him as I just watched, unable to do anything about any of it. Ryan tried hitting him back, but it wasn’t looking good. Garrett quickly rolled back, wanting to get as far away from the situation as possible.

“Guys!” Jonah yelled, not really sure how to break up the fight, being far too polite about it, “Guys…!”

“Marcus!” I yelled, panicking as more and more bystanders gathered around, “Marcus! Stop it! Fuck!”

I watched, mortified, as Marcus eventually got off of Ryan, a stupid grin on his face as he walked up to me, while someone checked on Ryan. Marcus walked over to me, seemingly weirdly proud of himself for what he’d done.

“Oh, shit,” Jonah breathed, traumatized as he and Garrett stood around.

“Marcus!” I exclaimed, a distressed expression on my face.

“It’s okay,” he promised me, hands running up my arms, “I got you, babe.”

Before I could stop him, Marcus leaned in to kiss me, seeming overjoyed as he wrapped his arms around me. In my perplexed state, I accepted the kiss for about a single second before I pulled away, not knowing how to deal with this.

“Oh, shit,” Jonah stared at us, before I groaned with embarrassment.

I gave Marcus a dissatisfied look. He just stood there, expectantly, raising his eyebrows excitedly as he waited for another kiss.

-

Chapter Three

[tamberjo]

it's my birthday today so enjoy some marcus 🥳

@ironmanmagnetfridge

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Superstore 5x13 | St. Denis Medical 1x4

[tiptoethewordsgo]

jonah, dina, garret, glenn and marcus are all autistic now sorry i don’t make the rules

[lightsabergirl]

guys I think I found the most babygirl to ever babygirl

has anyone else watched superstore and ended up in love with this idiot because she's such a dweeb and I adore him

(also don't say anything about the fact that I have like no type okay? I already know that, I just can't resist the goofiness)

[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.'

[lovelandlynn]

i want this man nobody understands.

[darknessontheedgeoftowndyke]

Breaking Bad themed baby shower

[tubulootz]

marcus superstore im your biggest apologist 🙏🙏

[sunshinekarenstarr]

I know I know how disgusting this white man is BUT I CAN FIX HIM!! I CAN!

[mentally-at-home]

[satansapostle6]

Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Fat Lip

“Marcus!” I scolded.

He looked at me like a confused puppy. “What?!”

I groaned irritably. “You can’t just hit people like that, Marcus!” I exclaimed, as Ryan stood by his car, angrily plugging his bleeding nose with tissues.

Somehow, no one was really fazed by this entire spectacle, whether it be our coworkers, or complete strangers. Naturally, weirder things have happened in Cloud 9 parking lots, even today, so no one even thought this situation warranted even a call to the cops. The only people I knew even still hanging around were Jonah, and Garrett, who was only really there because Jonah was there.

“Babe, I did it for you!” Marcus exclaimed, trying to get me on board with his violent outburst as he wiped at the blood on his lip.

I groaned frustratedly, unsure of how to get it through his thick skull that what he did was actually wrong, like a mother gentle-parenting a toddler.

“You didn’t need to do anything for me, Marcus, because everything was fine to begin with!” I shout at him impatiently, “And stop calling me ‘babe’! Especially at work! I’m not your girlfriend! You know that!”

Jonah slowly turns to look at Garrett for input. “So… Sophie and Marcus… What’s, uh… What’s the story with that…?”

Garrett makes a face. “That’s what you’re wondering about right now?!”

Jonah scoffs dismissively. “No! I was just…” he fails to even come up with something. “So, are they, like, a thing, or are they just hooking up…?”

Garrett rolls his eyes as he moves away from the crowd. Jonah starts to panic as he sees Garrett leaving, not wanting to be left behind. He quickly follows Garrett, walking behind him over to my car, and opening the door. Jonah then panics even more, not sure if he’s overstepping a boundary, or three.

He decides to interrupt Garrett. “Should we be…?”

Garrett ignored him as he tends to my daughter. “Me and Sophie are friends. I’ve taken care of her kid before. If you’re overstepping, then by all means, leave.”

Garrett sighs as he sees Gigi, sitting in her car seat as she smiles at him. Jonah just stands by awkwardly, not sure what to do, and not sure what to do with his hands as he shoves them in his pockets.

“Hi, Uncle Garrett,” Gigi says, surprising Jonah.

“‘Uncle Garrett’…?”

“Hey, sweetie,” Garrett says somewhat uncomfortably, trying to do a friend a favor, “How are you doing?”

“Okay,” Gigi tells him quietly.

“Hi, sweetie!” Jonah says out of nowhere, not wanting to be rude.

Garrett shoots him a look, as Jonah just frowns, realizing that maybe he shouldn’t just introduce himself to a coworker’s unattended child.

Garrett nods. “Okay. That’s good. Well, uh… I’ll tell you what. Mommy and Daddy are… a little busy right now, so how about I keep you company? That sound good?”

Gigi nods with a smile at this offer. Jonah smiles softly, surprised to see how good his friend actually was with children, despite his usual nonchalant, ‘cool guy’ demeanor.

“Cool,” Garrett accepts, trying to distract the poor child, “How’s school going? Still crushing those science projects?”

He smiled as Gigi nods.

“Yeah?” Garrett says kindly.

Jonah stands around silently, listening in as Garrett distracts the small child, making sure she doesn’t realize that anything’s wrong. Although the police weren’t called, it still seemed that I was gonna be stuck in the parking lot with Marcus and Ryan for a while.

“Fuck you, man!” Marcus yells, as I try to diffuse the situation as much as possible. “You don’t talk to Sophie like that! She is a queen among women!”

I groan in discomfort as I try to figure out a way to defend Ryan without actually having to defend him.

“Who the fuck even are you, dude?!” Ryan yells at him.

“Guys!” I yell over the both of them. “Shut the fuck up!”

Ryan immediately goes on the offensive, automatically blowing up at Marcus. “No, fuck this dude! He came in here, acting like your fucking knight in shining armor, punching me like a fucking animal!”

Marcus had almost a knee jerk reaction. “I’m the fucking animal?! Fuck you, man! Talking shit to a nice girl like Sophie!”

Ryan scoffs. “‘A nice girl’?! Have you met Sophie?!”

“Yeah, I’ve met Sophie!” Marcus yells stupidly. “I’ve met her all over the place!” he brags.

I groan, “Oh, dear God…”

It took another thirty minutes or so, but I finally managed to get Ryan to back off, and not try to murder Marcus. Eventually, Ryan drove off, and I just lost my patience and stormed off, leaving Marcus confused as he tries to plead for my attention.

“Sophie!” he calls to me, as passersby give him weird glances, “Sophie! Baby! Come back!”

“Ugh!” I huff as I run to Gigi in my car.

Marcus’s face falls sadly. “Baby! I was willing to get another strike for you!”

I felt absolutely horrible about everything as I realized Gigi had been waiting for me this entire time. I felt like an absolute failure of a mother, realizing I’d been neglecting my child to deal with a fight between my baby daddy and the guy I’m currently sleeping with, in the middle of a Cloud 9 parking lot. But thankfully, I walked to my car to find Gigi safe and happy, with Garrett. And for some reason, Jonah. Garrett looks up at me as he sits with Gigi, talking with her as he and Jonah see me coming.

“Oh, hey,” Garrett smiles as he sees me, turning to Gigi, “Look at that. Mom’s back.”

I sigh as I take my daughter’s hands, looking back at Jonah in confusion. “I’m so sorry, Gige, I didn’t mean to be so long… Did you have fun with Uncle Garrett?”

She nods contentedly, not seeming bothered by any of this at all.

“Okay, that’s good,” I nod, relieved.

“What happened?” she asked me curiously.

“Uh…”

I awkwardly turn, seeing Garrett and Jonah standing behind me uncomfortably, unsure of what to do, or where they’re supposed to be.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I just had to talk to Daddy…”

Gigi looks at me curiously. “Did he win the fight?”

My face goes completely blank as I look back at Garrett and Jonah, who are now both staring directly at the floor as if I’m Medusa. I groan uncomfortably as I look at my daughter, feeling like the world’s worst mother behind Ted Bundy’s mother.

“Uh…” I try to salvage this any way I can.

*****

Later that evening, after a particularly difficult and frankly heartbreaking discussion with my daughter, I decided to make Gigi’s favorite mac and cheese for her as a sort of apology for having to explain to her that she can’t tell anyone at school about her Uncle Marcus beating up her father. I set a little bowl of macaroni with chicken and carrots in front of her as she sits across from me at the counter.

“So, what’d you and Uncle Garrett talk about?” I asked her pleasantly.

“School. Comic books,” Gigi says as she picks at her vegetables, “Me and Uncle Garrett like Spiderman.”

I smile. “Well, that’s good.”

“Uncle Garrett’s funny,” she tells me.

“That he is,” I agree with a smile, still to this day finding it amusing how good with kids Garrett actually is.

“Jonah’s nice,” Gigi notes, which makes my blood run cold.

I stop dead in my tracks as I eat my dinner, not knowing how to react to that.

I try to hide my frown. “What?” I ask her.

“Jonah’s nice,” she repeats, obviously not picking up on or understanding my response.

“Jonah…” I realized, “You talked to Jonah?”

She just shrugs, not really making anything of the situation as a child.

“Yeah. He says he works with you,” she recalled. “He does a funny Kermit voice.”

I stare in confusion, not really sure what to make of that.

“Jonah likes you,” Gigi states rather calmly, startling me as if she’d screamed.

I slowly processed what she’d said to me, trying to get to the bottom of the random revelation.

“What do you…” I blurted out awkwardly, “What makes you say that?” I asked her, definitely needing context.

“I don’t know. He says you’re really smart,” she explained.

I just sighed with relief, realizing that she, being a child, meant that he just quite literally liked me, as a person. I just shook my head at myself, embarrassed by my own stupidity. It’s a different type of embarrassment when it hits even if you’re alone.

*****

The next day was a Thursday, and I was working on the register as usual, silently sighing my way through the entire morning.

“Have a good one,” I smiled, watching as a man appreciatively walked away with a bottle of lotion, a mason jar, and an anime figurine of a suspiciously young-looking female character.

I stared at him uncomfortably as I decided to take out a pad and paper, writing down the name on his debit card just in case.

“There has to be some sort of list for that…”

“Hey…”

I look up suddenly, as Jonah nervously approaches the register. Why he always approaches people like he’s trying to learn an Irish jig, I have no idea.

“Hey,” I offer a polite smile.

“So… Yesterday….”

I sigh with a sense of dread. “What about it, Jonah?”

He tries to smile. “I-Sorry, I know it’s not any of my business…”

I look up at him exasperatedly. “”No. It’s not. So leave me alone, please? Everyone keeps asking me if me and Marcus are dating, and if Marcus and Ryan hate each other, and a weird amount of people have asked me if Marcus is Gigi’s real father—”

Jonah nods, fully aware of the intellectual capacity of some of our fellow Cloud 9 employees.

“Right,” he remarks, “Well… I just…”

I stare at him expectantly.

He sighs, looking guilty and exhausted. “I just… Wanted to ask you if you’re okay,” he told me.

My expression suddenly softened, as I realized. “Oh. No one’s asked me that yet.”

He smiled sheepishly.

“I, uh…” I nod, trying to compose myself. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

He nods, the look in his eyes deeply sympathetic. “How’s Gigi? Is she okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, she’s a strong kid,” I assure him.

He seems to take comfort in this. “That’s good. Kids are… really resilient,” he offers.

I expect more, maybe some silly, clueless speech about what he read about the psychological development of children, but… no. Nothing. It was kind of a relief, that all he had to say was a question about whether or not I’m doing okay.

I smiled, still oddly relieved. “Thank you. For asking.”

Jonah nods, seeming glad to have actually said something right. He smiles pleasantly as he walks off, getting back to work. I stood there for a moment, thinking to myself I still had a whole day of work left ahead of me.

“Excuse me?” a nice red-haired lady asks, as she approaches me with her items, setting them down on the conveyor belt.

I look up as I start scanning. “Hi,” I smile.

“Hi,” she says kindly, “So… There’s, like, a little pile by the fitting rooms…?”

I look at her curiously as I scan. “A—A ‘pile’?” I question.

“Yeah, um…” she tried to phrase things as delicately as possible. “Judging by the, uh… odor, I’d say it’s a… fairly big pile of poop?”

I just frown, looking down at the register as I nod. “Right… Thanks.”

“I’m sorry,” the lady says awkwardly, “I know it’s disgusting…”

I just shake my head. “No, it’s… Not the first one today.”

She looks at me, alarmed. “It’s… eleven.”

I glance down at my workstation. “Yeah. I know.”

-

Chapter Four

[penny-anna]

submitting this for peer review

[mcdennis]

it's tragic how little jonah x marcus shippers there are in superstore ..... i need them to fuck nasty