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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.

“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’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.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

I heard Garrett yell. “Oh, fuck!”

“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

#jonah simms #jonah superstore #superstore nbc #superstore #jonah x reader #jonah simms fanfic #ben feldman #jonah simms x reader #marcus white #superstore marcus

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cycat-carisi · 29 days

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Would the Superstore fandom be interested in some Jonah x reader fanfic where Amy isn't part of Cloud 9?

It has a very long way to go, but there are episode by episode ideas which would kind of follow main plot points but reimagined with a reader-oc type character.

I'm a slow writer and it always takes a back seat to work 😥

#superstore #jonah simms x reader #jonah simms #he's awesome 🫶🏼#have a heavenly day

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dandelionpixels · 4 months

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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.

#x reader #x reader requests #dandelionwritessuperstore #superstore #superstore fics #superstore x reader #jonah simms #amy sosa

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herarcadewasteland · 1 year

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Superstore Masterlist

This is the beginning of my Superstore Masterlist where I will be linking my works for each episode of Superstore where the reader is Dina’s little sister and falls in love with one or two Cloud 9 men throughout the episodes. This has been done by at least one person before (@ironmanfridgemagnet) but this is my own take on the general idea of following episode plot line. Yes this is also my first masterlist :) (I’ll add other seasons and episodes as I go. this is just the start)

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Episode One: Pilot

Episode Two: Magazine Profile

Episode Three: Shots and Salsa

Episode Four: Mannequin

Episode Five: Shoplifter

Episode Six: Secret Shopper

Episode Seven: Colour Wars

Episode Eight: Wedding Day Sale

Episode Nine: All-Nighter

Episode Ten: Demotion

Episode Eleven: Labour

And Season Two:

Episode One: Olympics

Episode Two: Strike

Episode Three: Back to Work

Episode Four: Guns, Pills and Birds

Episode Five: Spokesman Scandal

Episode Six: Dog Adoption Day

Episode Seven: Halloween Theft

Episode Eight: Election Day

Episode Nine: Seasonal Help

Episode Ten: Black Friday

Episode Eleven: Lost and Found

Episode Twelve: Rebranding

Episode 13: Ladies Lunch

Episode 14: Valentine’s Day

Episode 15: Super Hot Store

Episode 16: Wellness Fair

Episode 17: Integrity Award

Episode 18: Mateo’s Last Day

Episode 19: Glenn’s Kids

Episode 20: Spring Cleaning

Episode 21: Cheyenne’s Wedding

Episode 22: Tornado

Season Three;

Episode 1:

Episode 2:

Episode 3:

Episode 4:

Episode 5:

#superstore #jonah simms #garrett mcneill #dina fox #x reader #reader insert #reader is a fox #aka dinas sister #my brain hates me #herarcadewasteland

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sabatonify · 2 years

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don’t you sometimes just hate how hard it is to find many characters with male or gn readers? even with the gay characters?

#marcus white x reader i’ve seen like 2 gender neutral ones and i think there was one that was either or gender neutral or male reader #jonah simms #more male readers #more gender neutral readers #stop making gay characters straight #chainshipping #saw movie #adam stanheight (ik there’s a couple with him but)

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toddfrombestbuy · 4 months

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superstore jonah simms x reader smut

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imaginesbymk · 2 years

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SUPERSTORE PREFERENCE

TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE

Characters: Amy Sosa, Jonah Simms, Dina Fox, Cheyenne Lee, Marcus White & Glenn Sturgis

Tags: mentions of drugs & reckless driving

A/N: the relationship between these characters + y/n for this pref is platonic, for glenn it would be familial too - big shoutout to @eddiecabotsmile cos i requested for them to write a reservoir dogs pref about them teaching the reader to drive, and this inspired me to do one for superstore cos them teaching y/n to drive would be undoubtedly funny <3 likes/reblogs/feedback are greatly appreciated!!! <333

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AMY SOSA —

Amy's like a mother figure to you, so she helps you in any way she can.

you and Amy decide to use her car because it's more spacious and comfortable.

Amy's teaching abilities when it comes to driving are pretty normal. It's nothing too stressful, but at the same time, it kind of is.

"I feel like you're gonna write me up if I miss a road sign."

Would roleplay as the driving instructor, which makes things so awkward and pressuring for you now

You hit the brakes too hard and she goes flying forward

JONAH SIMMS —

Somehow Jonah makes it about him, telling you he's good at driving, he's helped his friends get their licenses, set up cones to help them practice blah blah blah.

Jonah makes Garrett tag along after he refuses numerous times. "Y/N's gonna drive? I don't even trust y/n on the intercom."

Jonah bribes him, promising him you'll stop for pizza on the way.

He lets you use his car, but once you knock over a trash bin, and nearly rear-ending Glenn's new car, he regrets it. Garrett glares at him with a "what'd I tell you?" face.

Things turn out okay. You listen to Jonah when he tells you what to do. Jonah is calm because you start to get the hang of it, so then Garrett is chill. Everyone is chill.

Then you realized you missed the exit to the nearest pizza place like you promised.

DINA FOX —

At first, she judges you for not knowing how to drive and asks why you didn't get your license sooner.

She agrees to help you, but takes it way too seriously.

"I will make sure all my birds attack you like Melanie Daniels if you ever so make a dent on my van."

Quizzes you on everything, even though you proved to her so many times that you have your permit.

Dina is timing you, yelling at you for going ten miles on a forty mile speed limit, and stresses you out over every small thing.

"GO!! GO!!!!!!! UGH. You could have went, y/n!"

Dina would literally scream at pedestrians or even drivers for going too slow or almost cutting you off.

CHEYENNE LEE —

She would not care if you accidentally hit another car trying to parallel park. As long as she's the passenger princess, she would definitely pass you.

She wasn't lying when she said she has bees in her car. You even glanced at the cup holder and found a baggy of ecstasy.

"Cheyenne, are you sure I'm doing a good job?"

"Hm? Oh, you're a natural! If you were my Uber driver, I'd give you a 5-star rating, or maybe a 4.4 because Harmonica drives her Barbie convertible better than you."

Cheyenne would not even be paying attention, she would just be on her phone the whole time, taking selfies or texting Bo or Mateo.

Hell, she would FaceTime Mateo so he could judge your driving on camera.

She would look up from her phone last minute and be like, "Oh, wait. The exit's here."

MARCUS WHITE —

If he never offered and insisted, Marcus would be over the moon when you ask him to teach you. He has a playlist ready and everything.

You immediately regret it, though, for valid reasons. He's making you use his car when the poor guy doesn't even have doors to his car, plus he's kind of gross.

He's a decent driver but would often ignore road signs, and wouldn't even care if you, the driver, wore a seat belt or not.

Marcus would eventually dare you to floor it down the highway.

Would make you stop at a Wendy's or something.

You only needed help reverse parking.......

GLENN STURGIS —

Glenn is THRILLED.

Glenn allows you to use his car, despite getting a new one every time they get damaged by every circumstance at work.

He sings children nursery rhymes to calm himself down if you go at least five miles over the speed limit, and would grip the handle. Typical boomer things.

"You almost hit Brett!"

"Brett is all the way at the cart corral!"

He would congratulate you for getting one small thing right, as little as checking your mirror or putting both hands on the wheel.

He demonstrates the different types of parking, but takes his sweet time.

You don't end up doing well on the first try, but he insists that you're doing your best — even after almost hitting a mother pushing her stroller at a red light.

#superstore x reader #superstore #superstore preference #amy sosa x reader #jonah simms x reader #dina fox x reader #cheyenne lee x reader #marcus white x reader #glenn sturgis x reader #reader insert #preference #amy dubanowski

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sibsteria · 2 years

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So I was scrolling through tiktok and I found this:

I really think I should incorporate this into Two Brunettes and A Boyle because it screams Jake Peralta ‼️

Masterlist

#b99 jake peralta imagine #jake peralta fanfiction #b99 jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta imagines #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 #superstore jonah imagine #superstore imagine #superstore x reader #superstore #jonah simms x reader #jonah simms imagine #jonah simms

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nolspreid · 2 years

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Jonah Simms relationship hc's time cause i love him, he's criminally underrated (so is the show superstore it's amazing) and i have so many hc's (might be ooc but who cares really)

(also didn't proof read once again, sorry for the mistakes and bad grammar im borderline illiterate sometimes)

as friends

as the show already established, the man starves appreciation and approval, which he will eventually get from you after many failed attempts at breaking the ice.

after you start spending time with him, you discover that he's kind, gentle, always willing and eager to help. at first it's a bit unnerving cause it's not common to meet people like that (plus he can be a little too naive and delusional sometimes) but you eventually get used to it. you even come to really appreciate it. you find it cute the way he sometimes stutters and fumbles over his words when explaining concepts and ideas. his clumsiness and tendency to dig his grave in basically every conversation is really funny to witness.

every time you need help with anything, he's always breaking his back and doing his best to fulfill your needs. he gives you lifts when you need to go somewhere far away, if he notices that you haven't eaten in a while (which happens quite often), he will either save you a piece of whatever he's eating or will go to the extent of buying you something to eat etc...

in return for all his kindness, you started doing the same thing for him. helping him, listening to his little rants about dubious health articles or obscure foreign films and whatnot, just making sure that he's okay. when he first noticed the slow shift in your behavior, he thought that it was really sweet of you.

you both became really devoted and committed to the (for now) platonic friendship overtime. you called each other very often, you hung out all the time in the store and then outside, you knew basically everything about each other atp. you enjoyed one another's company very much.

when everything changed

he fell for you first. he always found you beautiful, like, ever since he saw you for the first time but he didn't think too much about it - or rather tried to - until you guys went to the movies one day. it was one of your first hangout outside the store and in the middle of the day. usually you guys went places after your shifts so you were both relatively tired and not really dressed to the max. but this time was different. you agreed to meet each other in front of the movie theater in the early afternoon. you hadn't had an occasion to dress up in a while so you decided to do so today. you put on a little bit of makeup and your favorite floral dress with some white sneakers and your tote bag. you arrived a bit after him and when he saw you, something inside of him set up on fire. it was like he was seeing you again for the first time. all he could say was "wow. you look great !" or "you really look beautiful" and he did so while looking at you straight in the eyes. ever since that moment, he became more aware of you, of your presence and of your closeness. he now noticed all the little and subtle touches and glances you guys exchanged. he became flustered at every time you brushed past him or took his hand.

at first, he didn't want to believe it but when you hug him one time at the end of the day for a thing that he helped you with, it hit him. he liked since day one. he was only lying to himself all this time.

that realisation was painful but also eye-opening. all those times when he looked at you when you were doing something else or smiling at him and when felt funny inside, he could finally put a name on it. it was admiration and love.

for you it came later, but hit you just as hard. it happened while you guys were hiding in the back to take a little break from a hot day of work. you noticed how he was fidgeting and playing with his hands and fingers. you remembered that he always did and that it was one of the first things you noticed about him. oftentimes you openly stared at his hands and fingers while he was talking to you and moving them. you found them absolutely fascinating and also, pretty. so this day, you decided to tell him. you told him you liked what he was doing with his hands all the time and that you found them really pretty. that's when he looked up at you, with an almost earnest face and a strange light was dancing in his eyes. you didn't know if it was happiness, confusion or something else but it caught your attention. he held up his gaze and looked straight into your eyes, you felt like he was undressing you or rather looked inside of you. that's when you took the opportunity to study the fine features of his face, the deep hazel of his eyes and the plumpiness of his lips. he really is pretty, you thought. there was a few seconds of silence, during which you could feel the tension building up between the two of you. "really ?" he finally answered, his voice surprisingly more sultry than usual and a faint blush making it's appearance on his cheeks and ears, or so you thought. you simply nodded yes, too focused on him to talk. "well, thank you." he just answered before turning his back to you and leaving you rather dumbfounded. what happened was almost surreal to you.

and just like him, ever since, you became aware of his presence and of his closeness. it was like your whole world had collapsed and you now saw him as someone that you wanted. someone whose beauty and attractiveness cause your body to react.

living together

when the tornado hit and he lost his home, you immediately asked him if he wanted to live with you. your apparemment was rather spacious, you could use a little help with the rent and above all else, you couldn't leave him to live in a trailer with an insufferable neighbor when you had the possibility to help him. at first, he didn't want to move in with you, because of his growing feelings for you which made him scared of ruining your friendship and thus losing you. he also didn't want to impose.

you thought it was adorable that he worried about such things when his situation was so difficult. you assured him that he wouldn't impose at all, that he was not a burden despite him seemingly thinking so, and that it would be your pleasure to help him after all that he's done for you. that's when he finally gave in and moved in with you.

at first, it was a bit awkward, especially with your feelings for him and everything. you made sure to avoid any contact, because you feared the same thing as him. you didn't want to lose him and since you were sure that your feelings weren't reciprocated, you limited physical interaction.

jonah did the same and honestly, it hurt him a bit. even if you guys were talking and laughing as usual, he missed the touch of your skin on his and the shivers it sent down his spine everytime.

aside from that, you guys lived well together. you had a cleaning and grocery buying planning. he always insisted on cooking and basically doing everything to make your life easier. when he did so, it would put a huge smile on his face which would cause the same to you. seeing him so happy made you feel all kinds of warm inside.

first kiss

it happened on a random evening. you guys were exhausted after working all day and decided to watch a movie before going to bed. it was a long german movie with an incomprehensible plot, just like jonah liked them. during the film, while he was focused on what was happening on the screen, you were mostly in your thoughts. you were debating whether or not confessing to him today, which btw, you wouldn't have been thinking if you hadn't had a little beer at the end of your shift. it was the end of the week, and you were feeling adventurous, and also a but tired of keeping your feelings to yourself while he was literally living in your apartment. you had had enough of it. everything reminded you of him and his lingering coconut and fresh linen scent was everywhere. you couldn't avoid him so you decided to get on with it.

so you put your head on his shoulder.you couldn't feel it but he shivered at your touch against him. he carefully adverted his eyes to your eyes, confused and also a bit happy. since he couldn't see them, he assumed that you were sleeping hence why you inadvertently touched him, after all this time. tbh, he missed it.

when the film ended, as he was about to grab the remote to turn off the tv, you called his name. he realised that you weren't sleeping at all and turned his head to you.

"can i tell you something ?" you stared right in his eyes, determined to get this over with. even if you knew that he would for sure tell that he didn't feel the same and that it would be super awkward afterwards, you weren't going to stop.

"yeah, sure. go ahead."

"this isn't easy for me to say, and it took me some time to admit but... i think i like you."

his eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened. he was shocked. you went on.

"i realized it a few months ago and i didn't want to tell you because i was afraid it would ruin our relationship." you began to explain with tears forming in your eyes. you didn't think it would be this hard to be honest with him and you had started to get overwhelmed. "but yeah the thing is, i really really like you, jonah. and i know that you probably don't feel the same and that im making everything super awkward but-"

that's when he shut you up with a kiss. it was sweet, gentle, almost innocent. his hands were cupping your face and touching your burning cheeks while his lips chastely planted themselves onto yours. after a few milliseconds of shock where you were processing what just happened, you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

then he pulled back and looked at your teary eyes in between his hands.

"i like you too, you know. i have for quite some time now."

and that had been the official beginning of your relationship.

#superstore #jonah simms #jonah simms imagine #jonah simms x reader

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Boys Like You

Garrett McNeill x Reader,, Jonah Simms x Reader,, Marcus White x Reader

"What if you wrote a fic thats like garrett x reader x jonah x reader x marcus x reader??

Like a love square, and then with multiple endings?

Idk if you write poly but one could be poly, one could be with jonah one with garrett one with marcus!

Its like reader is younger and Cheyenne sees her as a sister, and reader tells her she likes someone in the store and the three boys start like subtly fighting over her and being nicer towards her??

Bonus points if she at one point sits on garretts lap because garrett and lapsitting?? Yes pleaseee"

Word count: 6k {plus 1k per ending}

Requested by @lolawassad <3

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"It's sweet." You replied taking another sip of the strawberry smoothie that Jonah had brought up to the break room with him from the stores café. "Very sweet. I like the strawberry though."

"You think?" Jonah asked, knocking the bottle closer to him before bringing it to his lips and taking one long sip. "I think I should've got mango."

Letting out a giggle, you brought your hand up to cover your mouth, pink dusting the apples of your cheeks at you laughed at Jonah's statement. Taking in a deep breath, you picking at the skin of your nails, turning back to look at Jonah.

"There's always tomorrow, J." Jonah let a sweet smile curl onto his lips, scratching at the bottles cap with his nails.

"Yeah but you won't be here tomorrow to try it. It's the best part of buying smoothies." How sweet. Too sweet, almost, the compliment forcing your flushed face to stay pink, now burning hot as well.

"Share it with Garrett, I'm sure he'd love to try." You joked, picking up your sandwich and biting into it, finally getting around to eating your lunch now that you'd tried Jonah's drink.

It had become an odd little routine between the two of you: Jonah would buy a new drink from the café once or twice a week and let you have the first sip, then you'd come to your verdict and debate about its rating. Though it seemed like a fun little game to you - an attempt to work his way through the drinks menu of the store - it couldn't have been further from the truth.

Sure, Jonah enjoyed trying different and new things all the time, but it was mostly a way to make sure he got to spend time with you. Cloud 9 could be more then chaotic, but this bi-weekly shared lunch break was a guarantee that he could spend time with you and hopefully - if Jonah had any day in things - help win you over.

It was no secret Jonah had a crush on you - amongst other people in the store - and though it seemed apparent to everyone else, it appeared as though you never caught onto the brunettes feelings.

"I'm sure you're right about that." Jonah mused, taking another large sip of the smoothie.

"When am I not?" You asked, taking another bite of your lunch as you watched Jonah: his hands picking at the label on the bottle and pulling the plastic material away from where it had been stuck down.

"Very true." He replied, a warm smile forming on his face as his eyes flickered between you and the now empty smoothie that spun between his fingers.

"What time do you get off today?" Jonah asked, his eyebrows creasing in thought as he spoke, continuing to fiddle with the empty bottle.

"Ugh, at 6. I was meant to finish at 4 but Amy asked me to stay till Cheyenne's shift finished too. Don't think she wanted her to man the jewellery counter alone." Though you loved Cheyenne, and would walk to the ends of the earth for her if she asked, you didn't love the idea of being kept behind at work for 2 hours longer then necessary. Not even for Cheyenne's sake.

"Ah! Me too. Hopefully I'll catch you before the days over then?" Jonah hesitantly asked, rising from his chair and tucking it back under the table as his lunch break had all-too-soon come to an end.

"Hopefully." You agreed, taking another bite of your sandwich as Jonah walked away from you, watching as he pushed the bottle into the bin before turning and giving you a final wave goodbye as he left the break room.

Slouching slightly in your seat, you picked at your food, feeling slightly alone at the realisation that you'd probably have to spend the rest of your lunch break alone now that Jonah had gone. Taking the last bite of your sandwich, you wiped your hands against your jeans then grabbed your water bottle, attempting to loosen the lid and drink its content.

"Need some help?" Marcus asked, sliding into the seat to the left of you and gently taking the bottle from you hand. Opening it with ease, he placed the bottle cap into the palm of your hand, bringing the now open bottle to your lips and urging you to take a sip.

Letting the cool liquid slide down your throat, you pulled away from the bottle, pulling it away from Marcus's larger hands and placing it gently in the table between you. Picking up the bottle cap, you loosely screwed it back onto the bottle, hoping nothing would slosh out of it.

"Thank you, Marcus." You mused, a sweet smile curling onto your lips as you tilted your head upwards slightly to look at the other brunette in your life.

Marcus had an odd tendency to always be there when you needed help: though you were previously certain that he'd never eaten lunch at this time, he'd appeared, strong hands and lunch box in tow.

"It's never an issue y/n, not for you." Marcus assured, giving you a gentle smile as he picked up the fork in his cup noodle, twirling it around the noodles and scooping some into his mouth. "So, tell me, why's someone so gorgeous is sat by themselves, huh?"

"Well, Jonah was here, but his lunch break was over and he'd already tried dragging it out. 'think Dina was on his case." You explained, prodding at your sandwich before taking another bite. "'s a good thing your here though."

"Oh yeah?" Marcus asked, stirring his noodles around the cup as he avoided your eyes.

"Yeah." You mused, a laugh bubbling past your lips as Marcus finally met your gaze, a wide smile forming on each of your faces.

Marcus was cute, you wouldn't deny that; even if someone were to outright ask you. He always seemed to be right where you needed him, an offer to help and a sickly sweet smile accompanying it: this time, lunch in hand as well. Though you'd never told him outright, you enjoyed his company and looked forward to the brief exchanges you shared during your overlapping shifts.

It didn't hurt that he always seemed to come out with the most hilarious things also.

Few people paid attention to Marcus, mainly his warehouse crew who looked up to him as a leader, so it wasn't widely know that Marcus had developed a little crush on you. However, those who did have the privy of knowing such information about Marcus's private life, knew it all too well. If the topic of you came up, it was hard to get Marcus to stop gushing about how sweet or genuine you were.

"I missed you, y'know." You admitted after swallowing the last of your sandwich, peeling open your packet of grapes and popping one into your mouth. "Haven't seen you around in a while."

"I missed you too. 'M sorry about that, my shifts got changed around." Marcus sheepishly looked down into his noodles, swirling them around his fork before bringing it to his lips.

"Don't apologise." You insisted, popping another grape into your mouth. "It's good they get changed around. Who would've save me from dehydration?"

"You got me there." Marcus smiled, his face turning slightly redder at what you assumed was from the heat of his food, but was in fact your compliment: the tiniest display of gratitude making Marcus a blushing mess.

"Want a grape?" You asked holding the tub out to him, and pulling it back into yourself as he shook his head. "More for me- shit."

Scrambling to pick up all your rubbish, you quickly pushed back from the table, emptying it into the garbage before returning to the table for your water and leftover grapes. "I need to get back out there, but I'll see you around, okay?"

Marcus didn't get the chance to respond, you rushing out of the break room and away from his before he could give you an answer. You'd been gone mere moments, but Marcus already missed the warmth and light you brought into the break room, his shoulders slouching as he returned to his food.

Rushing through the corridors of the back of the store, you quickly reached the store floor, rushing over to the customer service desk where Garrett was waiting for you with a frown on his face.

"I'm late, I know, I'm sorry." Hunching over slightly, you rested your hands on your knees as you caught your breath after running the length of the store in what felt like a matter of seconds. Tilting your head up, your eyes met Garrett's through your lashes, pleading with him to not be mad at you.

Garrett's frown quickly dissipated into a smile, a laugh bubbling past his lips as he look at you, relief flooding your features. "I could never be mad at you, doll."

Garrett flirted with everyone, that's just how he was, so it would be a surprise to anyone to find out he'd started to develop genuine feelings for you. Garrett didn't do feelings, he did fleeting flings, work flirts and casual sex; but for you? He'd change all that.

"How am I meant to do my announcements without a pretty girl at my side?"

Walking around the counter to be on the same side as Garrett, you pushed yourself up onto the countertop, legs dangling at the height. As Garrett pressed the intercom to speak, he patted his lap - as he always did - in an effort to get you to sit in his lap. As always, you brushed it off with a giggle and a blush rising to your cheeks; Garret just seemed to have that affect on you.

Garrett was definitely a flirt: if you'd leant anything about him in your time at the store it would be that. But sometimes, you couldn't help but wish he'd be more serious, so you could figure out how he really felt about you. He was charming and handsome, and the weird work flirting really threw you for a spin.

"Attention Cloud 9 shoppers, today we have a 90% off sale in grocery and dairy products, so grab them while you can! Though, I'd really think about why we'd that first."

The buzz of the intercom faded, Garrett's hand moving from the microphone to rest against the top of your thigh. If the action wasn't so common, you'd have been blushing furiously and probably making an attempt to leave the situation - the exact effect Garrett hoped to have on you.

"You got any actual work to complete today, doll, or do you just get to sit pretty with me all day?" Garrett asked, thumb running across the clothed skin of your thigh where his hand rested.

"Unfortunately for you, I do have real work to do." Garrett let out a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back, one hand against his forehead the other against his supposed aching heart. "Well, I'm manning jewellery, but I doubt you can call that real work."

Garrett let out a boisterous laugh at the comment, the amount of snark behind your words surprising him. Pushing from the customer service desk, you walked around the desk, finger scraping against the counter top as you moved in an effort to stay connected to it.

"If it weren't for the fact Cheyenne was waiting for me, I'd stay here, don't you worry, Gare." With a wink from both parties, you left the customer service desk and with it Garrett, who's eyes followed your figure until you were entirely out of his sight.

Making your way to the jewellery counter, you found your favourite blonde waiting with a big smile and energetic wave. "Hey y/n! What took you so long?"

"Oh, you know, it's a journey from the break room to here." It wasn't a lie, not exactly, but it probably didn't help that you'd made some detours on your way back to Cheyenne.

"Well, it's good your here now. I was worried." Cheyenne had taken on the role of your older sister since you'd started at the store; she was always looking out for you and making sure you were safe and having a good time - and she always came to you first with any gossip she heard, which didn't hurt to know.

"How are you and Bo?" You asked, turning and leaning against the glass cabinet, to face Cheyenne, a lovesick smile and far off look in her eyes as she thought on your question.

"Oh, well, Bo's the same as ever: little mysterious, little dyslexic, little musically talented - you know how he is." Cheyenne talked about Bo the way you wished someone would one day talk about you. She was constantly reminding you that 'someday your prince will come' and if you were lucky he'd be something like Bo; though you weren't too keen on dating Bo the second, the thought was what mattered. "And Harmonic is cute, as always. We're teaching her Nicki songs at the moment, got to get her ready for the concert in September, y'know."

Cheyenne was always doing something crazy with Harmonica: teaching her tap dance, how to 'fuck the government' and how to build a desk amongst the few you could remember. If she turned out anything like her mother, then you were sure she'd be amazing - with, or without, all these crazy skills.

"Enough with me missy." Cheyenne pointed a firm finger at you, stopping organising rings and such to turn to face you, mirroring your position as she leant against the cabinet. "How's it going with Mr You Know Who."

Cheyenne winked at you, it far too over the top and dramatic, eliciting a chuckle from you. Staring intently at the rings that littered your fingers, you pulled the one on your ring finger in and off, ignoring Cheyennes intense stare.

"Oh, you know, it's going." Cringing at your self, you brought a hand up to cover your face, sighing into your palm before running your hand down across your face, letting it drop limply. "I have no clue what to do Chey, I feel like I'm making it obvious I'm into him, but it feels like he has no clue."

"Just take the big jump and ask him; girls can do that now y'know, it's the thing." Cheyenne grabbed your hand, squeezing it and earning your attention. "Besides, I know he likes you back, because I've seen the way he looks at you. If that's not young love, I don't know what is."

"Chey, you're only a few years older then me." Cheyenne huffed out an even more dramatic sigh then Garrett had earlier, throwing her head back shoulder slumping.

"That's not the point, y/n. The point is, he likes you, and you like him, so either get off your butt and do something about it, or wait around in hopes he asks you out, but that day might never come."

"Wow, Chey, That was actually pretty inspiring." Folding your arms across your chest, you got lost in thought, dwelling on Cheyennes words and trying to figure out what your next move was.

"I know, right? I had to take a motivational speakers class in my senior year. I got a B!"

As you and Cheyenne laughed about and discussed how awful Mr Burkett classes had been - the two of you having gone to the same high school - Marcus finally slipped away from where he'd been listening in to your conversation behind a clothing rack in soft lines.

He hadn't meant to eve's drop, however, when he was making his way back towards warehouse, his break over, he couldn't help but overhear your voice and the conversation had instantly captured his attention. God, he was more then thankful he'd chosen to listen in now though.

Warehouse and his shift was instantly forgotten about, instead Marcus found himself running through the store in search of his best friend, Jonah. When he'd found Jonah, he'd excitedly relayed the news, gushing about how this was his sign to ask you out, which set something off inside of Jonah. Once Marcus had left his side, a dopey grin on his face and a far off look in his eyes, Jonah practically stormed over to the customer service counter in search of Garrett (his best friend). He complained and complained about how Marcus had found out you had a crush on someone and he had assumed it was him, when it was so clearly Jonah. Garrett was seething at both assumptions now, gripping on to the desktop till his knuckles turned white, a tight lipped smile replying to any information from Jonah.

All three boys had decided it was clearly them who you'd been talking about, and had to do something to get your attention - even more so then they'd already been doing. As far as each were concerned, there was no competition for your heart when they were around. And so, it began.

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The first was Marcus, he'd tried to win your heart over with the little things, no matter who else was already. Although, he particularly enjoyed it when there was a crowd to coo at his actions for you.

"Is it just me, or is Jonah acting a bit weird today?" Amy stabbed her fork into her lunch, words muffled by a mouthful of food as she sat with you and Cheyenne.

"It's not just him, Marcus and Garrett have been acting weird all week." It hadn't been long since your conversation with Cheyenne at the jewellery counter had sparked a war you were entirely unaware of.

"Maybe there's some kind of man rabies going around."

"Chey, what?" Cheyenne was known for her abstract ideas and unusual commentary, but this was definitely one of the weirdest you'd heard.

"Yeah, man rabies, 'cause they're men and they look like they've got the crazies. Like, they look like one wrong word and they'll pounce." The comparison was actually pretty good now that she'd explained it. The three boys you usually spent much of your time with, had an odd glint in their eyes; want, need, something though you weren't sure what. It wasn't like them at all.

"Well, all I know, is that Jonah's been odd - odder then usual - since last Friday. And it seems, the same applies to both Garrett and Marcus." Amy shovelled another forkful of food into her mouth, the three of you looking at each other and trying to avoid the boys intense looks that you could feel boring into you even when they weren't looking at you. "Maybe they got into a argument."

"No, that's not it." Hand to your mouth, you thought on the situation, trying to figure out what on Earth could be going on between your favourite boys. "I can't imagine Garrett letting that get to him, it must be something else."

"Man rabies!" Cheyenne insisted, you and Amy breaking out into laughter at the mention of 'man rabies' once more, then carrying on with your lunch as if you'd never been debating the weirdness of the boys.

Reaching for your water, you struggled to twist open the lid, placing it down against the table with a sigh as you got ready to pull down your sleeves and try again with the extra grip. However, you never needed too, Marcus appearing at your side in an instant and opening it for you, leaving the cap on the table top as he held the water to your lips, which you gratefully sipped from.

"Mmm, my hero." Squeezing Marcus's hand, you took the water bottle from him, placing it against the table, your other hand still holding onto his. "Thank you, Marcus."

"It's never a problem for you, y/n, you know that." Marcus was absolutely smitten, a blush rising to his cheeks at just the mention of just name from your lips.

"I know, I know. But still, you're always magically there when I need you... it's sweet." Need you. Need you. Need you. Oh, Marcus was so, so certain it was him you liked, how couldn't it be?

You'd called him your hero, and told him you needed him, it was obvious! The sweet nothings had Garrett and Jonah seething across the break room, the pair completely dimwitted by the fact you were talking to Marcus like that and not them. They'd have to make a move soon before it was too late, that was for sure.

"Never a problem, gorgeous." Marcus squeezed your hand back, pulling it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss against your knuckles, dropping your hand only to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, heat rising to your cheeks.

Amy raised her eyebrows at you teasingly, a silent question of 'what was that?' making a smile curl onto your face. It didn't feel like much out of the ordinary, but for some reason this time it had you feeling butterflies from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

Ignoring Amy's starstruck look, and Cheyennes smirk, you continued your previous conversation as if nothing had changed, briefly discussing the boys weird behaviour before shifting to conversation about the happenings of the store today: completely unaware of the way Jonah and Garrett were boring holes through Marcus as he strutted out of the break room.

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Jonah was next to try and worm his way into your heart, his efforts a bit more extravagant then Marcus's, but nonetheless very Jonah of him. It wasn't like he was afraid of being flirty toward you, he was afraid of outwardly acting that way with anyone. However, if outward flirting was what would let you know he liked you back, that was what he would do.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" Jonah's hands gripped onto your forearms, his eyes rapidly raking up and down your figure in search of something though you weren't sure what.

"Yes, J, I'm fine, wha-" Your hands reached up to clasp Jonah's wrists, patting up his arms, across his shoulders and to his cheeks, pulling his face up to meet your eyes. His eyes were filled with worry, though you weren't sure why, since you'd been sat in the store all day.

"I heard it hurts falling from heaven." A smirk eased onto Jonah's face, the action foreign and clumsy. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Heat rushed up your neck and across your face as you realised what Jonah had been doing, the cheesiest pick up line you could think of having your cheeks burning from the fact you couldn't stop smiling.

What?

Noticing your hands still held Jonah's no longer worries face in them, you dropped them to your side, nervously clasping them together behind your back, avoiding Jonah's eyes.

What had gotten into him?

Jonah, instead, took your silence as an astonished nervousness, deciding that continuing with his plan was the best idea in order to try and get his point across as clearly as possible. In fact, you were simply struggling to come to terms with the idea that Jonah was being so outwardly flirtatious.

Two fingers beneath your chin had you looking up at Jonah once more, a twinkle in his eye that wasn't there before. "What are you-"

"Did you drive to work today?" Jonah cut you off with an actual question this time, his fingers still tilting you head so you couldn't avails his piercing gaze. "Because I'm pretty sure it was your car that got a parking ticket."

Panic settled in then, once more, and you quickly tried to rush away from him, gathering your phone and checking you had your car keys so you could go and check out this parking ticket. However, you didn't make it more then a foot away from where you'd been, Jonah's hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you back towards him, pressed chest to chest.

"Because you've got fine written all over you."

You let out a relieved laugh, the relaxed gesture making you lean into Jonah's chest slightly more then you otherwise would have. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you tight against him. Your stomach was churning in nervousness; and you weren't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way - all you knew was you didn't mind the way Jonah was looking at you. Not at all.

"Where's this from, by the way?" Jonah's free hand pinched the fabric of your shirt between his finger tips, feeling the softness of it between his fingers. His other hand continued to hold you close, too close and too confidently for the likes of Jonah. "It suits you; it looks great on you, actually. And as a matter of fact, I would too."

Your mouth hung slightly agape, unsure what to make of the sudden, very obvious advances and the weird fluttering feeling in your gut; very similar to the one Marcus had made you feel the other day in the break room.

Thankfully, you were saved by a call of your name from Amy. Quickly pulling away from Jonah, you uttered a goodbye, rushing away and hoping that any redness in the apples of your cheeks was gone before she saw you.

Behind you, Jonah stood proud with a bright smile, hands on his hips as he watched you walked away, he himself slowly becoming more and more flustered as he realised what he just did. And at the remembrance of the reaction he'd so clearly had on you.

Oh, Jonah thought, he definitely was the person you'd been on about.

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The last to make a move to win you over was Garrett, who found it harder then the other two guys in his attempts. He already flirted with you on the regular, so he'd have to pull out all the stops to grab your attention - more then he claimed he usually did.

"Morning, Gare."

"Good morning, beautiful." Step 1 of Garrett's plan was easy. All he had to do was act how he normally did with you; casual flirting that wasn't exactly returned and a charming, bright smile that he reserved just for you. "What brings you to my neck of the woods on this sunny morning."

"I heard a rumour that you can't make announcements without a 'pretty girl' at your side." One point for Garrett.

Some days he could tell you weren't in the mood for his flirtatious remarks and he'd tone it down; but other days - like this one - you were almost reciprocating his teasing tone and suave compliment. It was perfect.

Step 2 came next, and though easy to execute, could have dire consequences if not executed confidently and charmingly - which, luckily, wasn't something Garrett found himself having problems with.

Making your way around the customer service desk, you leant against your usual post at the wooden table top, arms folded across your chest as you looked down at him with a bright smile. Garrett, as always offered his lap as a place for you to sit, however, this time, he tried his luck: slipping a hand around your hips and pulling you down to sit on him.

You let out a gasp at the contact; Garrett always offering, you never accepting and the change of position startling you. Why was everyone being so... flirty with you this week?

Your head swivelled to face Garrett in an instant, heat rising to your cheeks as Garrett shuffled you around, trying to help you get comfortable in the new position you'd found yourself in. Legs were across his right knee, you sat on his left, and your arms were clumsily looped around his neck in an effort to stay straight up.

"Good morning, cloud 9 shoppers. Today we've got an extra special offer on sportswear as we are closing that line due to lack of sales. Get them while you can, or don't, because you weren't doing so anyway."

Garrett continued speaking into the intercom, keeping you in his lap as he worked his was through his list of announcements. One hand rested on your furthest thigh from him, his thumb rubbing circles into the jean covered skin.

If you weren't so flustered by the sudden action, you have been angry that he was acting like it was nothing. He'd pulled you onto his lap, and was caressing your thigh as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The thought alone had you even more flustered.

As his announcements finally came to a close, he looked up at you with a suave grin, your flushed cheeks and nervous demeanour only fuelling his motivation to take the next step; step 3.

Step 3 was the easiest of them all; a simple compliment and then an urgent need to go, to keep you on edge and wondering. Thinking about him.

"This is a good view, doll face." Garrett had turned the charm to the max, one hand caressing your face the other your thigh as his words slipped off his tongue, honeysuckle sweet. "You should sit here more often."

Before you had time to process his words, he was nudging you off his lap and back to leaning against the customer service table top, walking off with the quietest goodbye and the knowledge that he had something to do.

Though you couldn't see it, a smirk had curled onto his lips, confidence filling him at the thought he was definitely the guy you were into; especially so when he turned his head to find you a blushing mess still stood where he'd left you.

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It had been a long week.

Every corner you turned, every trip to the break room, every time you clocked in or out or walked to your car it felt like Marcus, or Jonah, or Garrett was there. Fuck, you couldn't even go about your shift without one of them by your side at all times.

At first, it had been sweet, but now? It was just annoying. You loved each of the boys in their own way, but you were beginning to feel suffocated by being swarmed by them 24/7. In any other time, you would've thrived off of the sweet comments from Marcus and the way he was always around when you needed him, or the strange and cheesy pick up lines from Jonah that made you feel butterflies, or even the more outlandish advancements from Garrett, but now it just made you confused.

Cheyenne had pointed it out to you that there was a good chance they'd heard about the fact you had a crush on someone in the store - that and the fact that Amy told you Marcus had confronted her in an effort to get to know you better - in an effort to explain the weird behaviour you'd been experiencing from the boys.

And now that she'd said it, you were certain that was the reason why. It was the only thing you could think of that made any sense: how else could you explain the sudden intensifying attitude from each of your beloved boys? However, nothing could change the fact that your heart was sat on one of them in particular.

In fact, it had been set on him for a long while, and despite the flirtatious efforts of the others, he already had you up wrapped around his little finger; even if he didn't know it.

Walking out of the store, another week come to a close, you made your way towards your car. Pulling out your keys from your pocket, you unlocked the door, pulling on the handle to open the vehicle and climb inside. However, before you could sink into the battered leather seat of your beat up car, a voice called out from behind you.

"Hey, y/n. You got a minute?"

Turning to face the man behind the voice that you recognised all too well, you flashed him a sweet smile, leaning your arm against the brim of your car door to talk to him.

"For you? Always."

A wide, glimmering smile crept onto his lips teeth showing in the wide grin. He took a deep breath, eyes flickering to the floor before returning to your own, squinting as the sunset shone into his eyes.

This was it.

... Garrett's Ending ... Jonah's Ending ... Marcus's Ending

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Thank you so much for the request Lola bae <333 I'm so sorry it took so long, but thank you for your patience and support despite everything. You remain one of my greatest supporters, so thank you <33

More requests to come as well as SOTS upload on wednesday :D

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