#superstore fanfic

[weepywhalewatcher]

im just doing it myself. stay tuned chat

hello superstore fic writers please write more trans jonah simms fanfics. there are only 8 and i need more

[commitingarson]

me coming downstairs to say hi to my family after a long day of listening to music and reading/writing fanfiction in bed:

[itsawritblr]

My side character who's never going to be anything but a side character.

[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

[daydreamgoddess14]

Just looked at my work schedule (real life day job work) for October and it is craaaaazy!!!

But there's always time to write.... right? 😳

Kinktober / Flufftober / 300 Followers Celebration 2023

Here we go gang! List below of ships, followed by some prompts. Let me know what you're in the mood for and from October 1st it's go time!

Just a word of note, I'm relatively new to writing smut so my prompt list is pretty vanilla - with a few exceptions to help/allow me to broaden my writing a little bit. I've also sprinkled in a couple of Flufftober prompts as well... I guess I'm just pointing out that I'm sure there are other outlets and avenues if you want something more hardcore than I'm offering here.

We don't kink shame here - there are just things that I wouldn't have the faintest idea where to start or what to write! Or things that I'm definitely not googling 😂

Under the cut for the NSFW goodies 👀

Ships:

Sydcarmy

TedBecca

Roy Kent x Reader

Josh x Donna (West Wing)

Garvez (Criminal Minds)

Jonah x Amy (Superstore)

Happy to give any others a go if there's any in particular you think I should try?

Prompts:

Roleplay

Praise Kink

Public

Spanking

Bondage

Edgeplay

Masturbation

Oral

Overstimulation

Lingerie

First Kiss

Meet the Parents

Cooking/Sharing Food

Bathing

Texts/email

Free choice - no promises but I'll see what I can rustle up if there's something on your mind 😈

Hopefully there's something in there you might want to read... let me know, my inbox is always open & I love hearing from you guys! 💜

[https-hope]

ABOUT ME :)

Okay so hi, my name is Hope. I'm British, bisexual and loving life.

Fandoms and interests: Marauders, Life series, Hermitcraft, MHA (unapologetically), Phasmophobia, Haikyuu, OMITB!!!!!, The queens gambit, The artful dodger, tbs, Superstore, and other sitcoms...

Music and Artistry: Taylor Swift, Queen, David Bowie, Muse, Bruno Mars, Epic the musical, and other musicals...

I do loads of different things like writing fanfic, short stories, poetry and art, and I reblog a bunch of funny shit.

MASTERLIST

[witheband]

need a resurgence of the superstore fandom the world needs more jonah simms fanfics

[sweaterswear]

Hey I'm bored

Send me a fic and I'll read the whole thing and rate it

Doesn't matter if I'm in the fandom or not

[ceruleanmusings]

ok i'm planning one. i just don't know if i want to pair the oc with marcus or eugene

I suddenly really want to write a superstore fanfic

[sprolden]

the cloud 9 appearances in good girls hit different now i've seen superstore

[adoredawn]

why are my favorite men never written for :’(

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Jonah hooked up with Marcus, and he’s trying to keep the store from finding out.

Author: @swagcoolcat

[daydreamgoddess14]

Planning Kinktober 😏

Got my planning face on tonight! I'm thinking I'm going to participate in my very first Kinktober? ... So first, I have one last prompt from my 200 Followers celebration, which will be the second & final chapter of The Name’s Welton, Rebecca Welton. Once that's done, we're ready for some Kinktober / 300 Followers celebrating! 🎉 Next up, I need to sort myself a little list of prompts for my list of ships:

Sydcarmy

TedBecca

Roy Kent x Reader

Josh x Donna (West Wing)

Garvez (Criminal Minds)

Jonah x Amy (Superstore)

Happy to give any others a go if there's any in particular you think I should try?

Watch out! I'll be back in the next couple days with a prompt list 👀

[sinningsprinkles]

Mateo x Marcus

Marcus needs help treating that hideos infected tattoo on his back, and his roommate, Mateo, is perfect for it.

Explicit fic here

[bethsvrse]

Any fun requests coming up? <3

I have a couple of requests I’m working on. There are a few marauders ones and a superstore that I’m focusing on but I have been very busy at the moment so I haven’t been able to write as much as I want. Hopefully they will come out sometime next month though!! 🫶

[jomiddlemarch]

fairy lights

There were some customers you knew from a glance that you’d be talking smack about in the break room as soon as they left the building and there were ordinary ones that you forgot immediately. And there were the absolute unicorns like the impossibly hot guy standing in the middle of the aisle holding a box of fairy-lights in his hand like it was an alien artifact, a guy whose hands you noticed were well-made but sort of rough, like he worked in construction or landscaping and the way he squinted at the fairy-lights made it clear he was used to working in the blinding sun of a Texas afternoon. 

“Can I help you, sir?” you said. You’d been raised by your grandma, a stickler for manners, and management loved how easily you used sir and ma’am with the customers, even if Neveah who worked the baby section made fun of you for it.

“I dunno, maybe?” he said. He had a nice voice, a little gravelly. “My brother said these are popular, for girls. Saw it online, TicTac or whatever—”

“TikTok,” you offered. 

“Yeah, that,” he replied.

“For your niece?” you asked. He’d mentioned a brother and he wasn’t wearing a ring, just a beat-up watch.

“No, my own girls. I’ve got two, they have to share a room, bunkbeds. My brother said it looked like juvie, last time he came over.”

“That’s harsh,” you said, shrugging slightly, hating your store smock. He smiled and you saw you’d underestimated how much better he’d look with his lips curved, his dark eyes bright. You felt a little wild, decided to push. “They didn’t want to go shopping with their mama?”

“It’s just the three of us,” he said. “Their room could use a woman’s touch. I’m not good at that shit—‘scuse me, that stuff. I do new construction, renos, but not making the rooms look nice.”

“The thing with fairy-lights is you have to have enough of them,” you said. “Otherwise, they look kind of cheap and pathetic. Are you planning on putting the lights on the bunkbeds or the walls?”

“I figured I’d let them choose,” he said. 

“Okay, well, it’s not like those are on final sale or anything, but if you buy three, you get the fourth free, so maybe get four and if they don’t want that many, you can return them. Just save the receipt,” you said.

He nodded, dropped the box in his hand into the basket by his feet and you grabbed three more to give him. There was no reason his fingers would’ve grazed yours unless he was the one who did it.

He did it.

“You’ve been real helpful,” he said. “Got kids of your own?”

“No,” you answered. “Just some nephews and I go on TikTok. I’m not a Luddite.”

“Hey, they got a bad rap. They were protesting for better working conditions. They didn’t hate the machines, just the management.”

“I hear that,” you said.

“That’s why I work for myself,” he replied. “Only way to have a good boss.”

“Yeah, this place isn’t the worst, but it’s not like they go overboard to be nice,” you said. “The break-room snacks are just the store-brand knockoffs they can’t sell.”

“There’s a decent coffee-shop up the street, lattes and they have a barista,” he said. “My brother’s with the girls until I get home. If you wanted, Christ, this sounds so cheesy, I never do this, you know—”

“I can tell,” you said. “But my next break is in ten minutes. I could go for a latte.”