#Jonah Simms x reader

[luvhotchner]

jealous accident - jonah simms

summary: jonah can’t help his jealousy and accidentally outs his crush to the whole team.

warnings: jonah simms x fem!reader, use of y/n, swearing, jokes about vomit, the gc bullying each other, and obviously sandra slander

i finally wrote who cheered?!?! anyways, i’m obsessed with superstore rn, i promise i’ll get back to the criminal minds stuff soon, but as of right now im IN LOVE w jonah simms. pls say yall can relate to this. also my message app thing updated so now i cant add more than 7 people wtff.

anyways! send some cm requests my way!

[gf2bellamy]

awkward — jonah simms

pairing: jonah simms x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: a customer thinks you are dating jonah content warnings: a customer hitting on reader , jonah being jealous

You stifled a yawn, blinking away the drowsiness that clung to you. It had been a long shift and the lack of coffee wasn’t helping.

Still, you forced a smile as the next customer stepped forward, pushing a cart filled with what could only be described as a sea of small teddy bears.

Twenty, to be exact. 

Jonah stood beside you at the bagging station, his hands already moving to sort the plush mountain into Cloud 9’s flimsy blue bags. You shot him a quick look, eyebrows raised in disbelief. He returned the expression, his lips twitching in suppressed amusement. 

You both knew better than to laugh outright, but it was hard to resist. Who needed this many teddy bears? Was it a gift? A prank? Some kind of bizarre hobby? 

Keeping your curiosity at bay, you turned your attention back to scanning.

“That’ll be forty dollars and twenty cents,” you said, your voice polite still surpressing a laugh. 

The customer, a young man in a wrinkled hoodie, leaned casually against the counter. “You new here?” he asked, his tone a little too familiar. 

Your hands froze mid-scan as you glanced up at him. “No,” you replied flatly. 

He grinned, undeterred by your lack of enthusiasm. “Haven’t seen you here before.” 

You gave a tight smile, noting the elderly woman in line behind him who was now eyeing her watch with growing impatience.

“Okay,” you said, your fingers tapping against the counter as you waited for him to insert his card into the reader. 

Jonah, who had been silently bagging, suddenly slowed his movements. His gaze darted between you and the customer, his usually bright demeanor dimmed by a flicker of something… darker. Was that jealousy? 

The guy leaned in closer, his grin widening. “So, uh, do you work all the time, or do you ever get out of here?” 

Your patience was wearing thin. “Just the forty-twenty,” you said pointedly, offering a polite but firm smile. 

Jonah cleared his throat, stepping closer under the guise of adjusting the bags. “Hey, man,” he said. “You might want to hurry up. There’s a line forming.” 

The guy glanced at Jonah, seemingly noticing him for the first time. “Relax, dude. Just trying to make conversation.” 

Jonah smiled back, but there was a tightness to it that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sure. Conversation’s great. But maybe you can have it after you pay?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Jonah’s tone was so uncharacteristically firm, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. 

The guy finally swiped his card, muttering something under his breath, and took his bags. He gave you one last lingering look before heading out. “See you around,” he called over his shoulder. 

Jonah exhaled loudly the moment the guy was gone. “What was that about?” he asked, his voice tinged with exasperation. 

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence as you started scanning the next order. 

“That guy.” Jonah gestured vaguely toward the exit. “He was, like, this close to asking for your number.” 

You shrugged, trying to hide the heat creeping into your cheeks. “So what if he was?” 

Jonah paused, his mouth opening and closing like he was searching for the right words. Finally, he settled on, “It was just... unprofessional.” 

“Unprofessional?” You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “He wasn’t that bad.” 

Jonah’s expression shifted. It was subtle, but it was there, the slight furrow in his brow, the way his lips pressed together. “He was hitting on you. At your workplace. That’s not cool.” 

“And you care because…?” you asked, your tone curious, though your heart gave a small, unexpected flutter. 

Before Jonah could answer, the older woman behind the teddy bear guy stepped up to the counter. You smiled apologetically at her. “Sorry for the wait.” 

The woman returned your smile, waving off your concern as she began rummaging through her purse. “No worries, young lady. I remember what it was like.” 

You tilted your head, intrigued. “Remember what was like?” 

The woman chuckled knowingly, pausing her search to glance up at Jonah, then back at you. “Having a wonderful boyfriend like this one—so protective of me.” 

You froze, caught completely off guard by the assumption. Your gaze darted to Jonah, whose wide eyes and rapidly reddening face mirrored your own shock. 

Jonah opened his mouth to clarify. “Oh, uh—no, we’re not—we’re not dating,” he stuttered, his voice cracking slightly. He let out an awkward laugh, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “We’re just... coworkers. Friends. Not... you know, together-together.” 

The older woman arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, really?” She gave you both a knowing smile. “Well, could’ve fooled me. The way he stepped in earlier? That’s the kind of thing my late husband would’ve done when we were young.” 

You exchanged a quick glance with Jonah, whose face had turned an impressive shade of pink. His eyes darted anywhere but at you, and you had to bite back a laugh at his obvious discomfort. 

“Well, he’s just a good friend,” you said gently, handing the woman her change.

“Mm-hmm,” the woman said, her tone laced with skepticism as she took her receipt and nodded at Jonah. “Well, don’t wait too long to figure it out, son. Someone else might see what you’ve got here.” She winked at you before turning and walking away, leaving the two of you in stunned silence. 

Jonah rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a nervous laugh. “Well, that was... something.” 

You couldn’t help but grin as you turned to him. “You handled that well.” 

“Oh, sure,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Because stammering like a teenager is totally handling it.” 

Well, since I’m not your girlfriend,” you teased, “you can at least buy me lunch sometime to make up for it.” 

Jonah looked up, startled by your suggestion, but then his expression softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“That I can do.”  

[uses-for-fics]

Annotations | Jonah Simms

It was YN’s favorite part of the day—the moment she could escape into the world of her book. Nestled into the corner of the employee break room, she had her copy of 'The Maze Runner' open, her pen poised in her hand as she scribbled a quick note in the margin: 'Why didn’t they just trust Newt sooner?'

The sound of the clock ticking on the wall reminded her that her break was almost over. With a sigh, YN closed the book and set it on the table, taking a sip of her now-lukewarm coffee. The idea of returning to her shift on the floor wasn’t appealing, but at least she had the next chapter to look forward to once her day ended.

As she stood and turned to leave, she collided with someone coming into the room. “Oh!” she exclaimed, stepping back.

“Whoa, sorry about that,” Jonah said, grinning down at her. His hands came up reflexively to steady her. “You okay?”

YN looked up, slightly flustered. Jonah was one of those coworkers who always seemed effortlessly charming. His mop of dark hair and easy smile made him a favorite among customers, and YN had to admit, it wasn’t hard to see why.

“I’m fine,” she replied, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Clearly,” Jonah teased. "Eager to get back to work?"

YN chuckled, feeling a flicker of embarrassment. “If only! Anyway, sorry—I’ll get out of your way.”

“No worries,” Jonah said, stepping aside with a mock bow. “Carry on.”

YN laughed as she left the break room, her cheeks a little warmer than before.

---

Jonah stepped into the break room and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. As he turned to sit at the table, his eyes landed on a book left behind. Picking it up, he recognized it immediately—YN’s copy of 'The Maze Runner.'

He flipped it open out of curiosity and found himself smiling at the notes scribbled in the margins.

“Really, Thomas? You couldn’t have figured this out sooner?” “I’d totally befriend Minho.”

Her thoughts were witty and surprisingly insightful, and Jonah found himself chuckling as he read more. One note made him laugh out loud: “This plan is either genius or the dumbest thing ever. TBD.”

Without really thinking, Jonah grabbed a pen from the table and started writing back. “Genius, obviously. I mean, what could go wrong?”

He flipped a few more pages, reading snippets of the story and YN’s commentary. He added his own thoughts here and there, imagining her reaction when she saw them.

---

That evening, YN clocked out and headed to the break room to grab her bag. She immediately noticed her book still sitting on the table. “Thank goodness,” she muttered, flipping it open to check for any damage. What she found instead stopped her in her tracks. In the margins, alongside her notes, were new ones. Someone had responded to her comments with their own:

“Trust Newt sooner? Agreed. But let’s be honest, he’s too cool for Thomas.” “Minho would absolutely pick you as a partner.” “TBD? I vote genius.”

YN laughed softly, her heart doing a funny little flip. She recognized the handwriting immediately—it was Jonah’s.

She flipped through the book, finding more of his notes scattered throughout. Some were playful, others thoughtful, and all of them brought a smile to her face. By the time she left the break room, her chest felt warm with a mixture of amusement and something else she couldn’t quite name.

---

The next morning, YN couldn’t resist joining in the game. She wrote a quote from the book on a sticky note: “If you ain’t scared, you ain’t human.” She added, “Thought this might resonate with you, brave hero,” and stuck it to Jonah’s locker before her shift started.

When Jonah found it later, he grinned and scribbled his own note in return: “Scared? Nah. Just planning my next genius move.”

The exchange quickly became a tradition. Each day, they left notes for each other—quotes from 'The Maze Runner', witty comebacks, or inside jokes about the story. Their coworkers started to notice the growing connection between them, but Jonah and YN didn’t seem to care.

---

One day, Jonah decided to up the ante. His latest note on her locker read: “If you’re brave enough to run through the maze, maybe you’d be brave enough to grab dinner with me this weekend?”

YN found the note during her break. She read it several times, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. When she saw Jonah later in the day, she held up the note with a teasing smile.

“So, is this the end of the maze or just the beginning?” she asked.

Jonah’s grin was as wide as she’d ever seen it. “Hopefully just the beginning.”

They set a date for that weekend, and as YN walked away, she found herself smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.

---

Their first date turned into many, and their little game continued. Whether it was sticky notes, shared books, or whispered jokes on slow shifts, YN and Jonah always found new ways to leave their mark on each other’s lives—just like the notes on the edge of her book that had brought them together.

[matt-murdockk]

Love (?) is in the air

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She barked out a laugh. “That tracks.”

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

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

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

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

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

They both turned their heads.

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

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

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out.

Jonah blinked. “Uh… hey, Sandra.”

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

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

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

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

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

Jonah nodded. “Textbook Cloud 9 interaction.”

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

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

They both turned toward the sound. And sighed.

——————————————————————————————————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like that ever happens,” Amy muttered.

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

Marcus just shrugged. “Instinct.”

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

And then, without warning, Sandra stood up.

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

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

Silence.

Everyone turned.

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

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

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

(Y/N) blinked. “Wait, what?”

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

"Sandra, genuinely, what the fuck?"

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

Jonah frowned. “With the… mugs?”

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

Cheyenne gasped. “Wait, you guys?”

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

Jonah opened his mouth. “No, absolutely—”

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus Christ,” Jonah muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jonah blinked. “What’s the—?”

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

Oh.

[g1rld1ary]

locked in - jonah simms x reader

wc: 1573

cw: mentions of claustrophobia but nothing serious

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“did you just—”

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

“i think you d—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

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

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

“oh my god, i—” he started quickly.

“jonah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah, me too.”

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

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

“yeah?”

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

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

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

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

[imaginesbymk]

IMAGINE — THE CLOUD 9 EMPLOYEES TRYING TO HOOK YOU AND JONAH UP.

NON REQUESTED

YOU stood up from your chair, raising your voice over everyone’s chatter all at once. “Would you guys quit playing cupid for once?” you exclaim. “You can’t just force me and Jonah to date. We’re just coworkers.”

“Why not?” Cheyenne asks. “You two are literally the same person with the same brain cells. Both annoying with dolphin clear skin.”

“And besides, everyone here has hooked up with one another.” Dina glances over at Garrett, almost like what they’ve done was regrettable for both of them.

Jonah intervenes at the front. “I think what y/n is trying to say is that pairing us up isn’t a good idea! It’ll just affect the workplace and our performance.”

[cycat-carisi]

Meant to Bee Masterlist

Pairing: Jonah Simms x f!reader (OC)

Summary: Jonah is new to Cloud 9. You are a grad student working your way through school. Your goals take priority while Jonah's don't have much direction. With two different views of the world, this is the story of how your lives began to change.

A/N: I binged Superstore for the first time in summer 2024 and immediately fell in love with Jonah. He really resonated with me and dare I say that we share a few quirky habits 😄 So, this fic was conjured up as an AU where Amy doesn't exist and it follows the major plotlines/episodes of the series. Plus, it kinda acts as an ode to my own personal struggles with academia and life thereafter ♡

AO3 link: here

Tags/warnings: TBD

# of fics in series: TBD

Total word count: T! B! D!

Season 1

Episode 1 - Moment of Beauty (Pilot)

[evilvampwhore]

WHERE are the Jonah simms one shots on here

[noellawrites]

Baby Carriage - Yandere!Jonah Simms x reader (part 2)

part one linked here

summary: after being blackmailed into marriage with Jonah, you surprisingly enjoy being with him. but what happens when a baby is added to the mix?

warnings: mentions of forced marriage, birth control tampering, creepy!Jonah, sex, pregnancy

After the honeymoon, you moved in with Jonah immediately. It wasn't necessarily by choice, but you'd returned from the trip to find your apartment empty and everything you owned had already been moved into Jonah's apartment.

The longer you spent with your new husband, the more you fell in love with him. Part of you figured this had been his plan all along, but you really did get along well. Even working together hadn't hindered your marriage. Well, except for the fiery jealousy of Cloud 9's single women.

Speaking of work, Jonah doted on you all day and treated you like a queen. He made your lunches, gave you your vitamins and even tracked your cycle for you.

So, it wasn't a shock to Jonah when you were late only two months after you had gotten married. It was Jonah's plan all along: even though he acted like a feminist, he secretly wanted you all to himself.

Jonah was tired of Cloud 9 customers hitting on you and giving you their numbers. Didn't they know you were only being nice because it was your job? But not for long, because being a mother would be your only job from now on.

--

It had, by all means, been a very normal day at Cloud 9 so far. Marcus did something dumb, Amy was pissed, Glenn was trying to help, and everyone else was just getting through the day. But alarm bells were ringing in your mind.

Today was supposed to be the first day of your period. Of course, you had been late before, but you hadn't actually had a reason to be concerned. But you and Jonah had sex ALL the time, almost daily. And sure, Jonah gave you your birth control every morning, but it wasn't 100% effective.

"Cheyenne," you say under your breath as you approach the jewelry counter, "how did you know you were pregnant?"

She looks over at you, wide-eyed, "oh, uh, I think I just noticed I was getting fatter. Why? Do you think you might be--"

"Shh! Not so loud. I-I think I'm late, but I'm scared to take a test," you confess, biting your cheek.

"Ohmigod yay! Harmonica can be besties with your daughter!" Cheyenne says excitedly, clapping her hands as a big smile spreads across her face.

"I don't even know if I'm pregnant, let alone if it's a girl!" you say as Cheyenne exits the jewelry counter and whisks you away towards the family planning aisle.

--

It feels like an eternity, but it only takes three minutes for the two pink lines to show up on your SuperCloud-branded pregnancy test.

You and Cheyenne, both huddled in the handicap stall, staring down at the positive test. It was true, you and Jonah had created new life.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, Cheyenne, what do I do? Jonah and I have only known each other for four months, a-and we work at Cloud 9!" you sniffle, panic rising up in your throat.

"(y/n)? Are you in there?" Your eyes grew wide when you recognized the voice belonging to your husband. He was yelling from outside the bathroom.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay!" you yell in response.

"Was it positive?"

"Jonah... how'd you know I was taking a test?"

"I asked Tate. And you're late. Sorry, I didn't mean for that to rhyme," he laughed nervously.

You slowly exit the bathroom with the test in your hand, Cheyenne following closely behind.

You feel sick as you hand the test to your husband and watch his face light up with happiness.

"Babe, this is amazing! We're having a baby!" Jonah exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'll give you a moment alone," Cheyenne says awkwardly before shuffling away to find Mateo and probably fill him in on the pregnancy.

You tried to smile in an effort to hold your tears back. Even though you loved Jonah, he still forced you to marry him and take his last name, and he'd likely sabotaged your birth control in order to get you pregnant. You weren't ready for this to all happen so quickly.

Jonah pulled away, examining your face. "Everything okay, Mrs. Simms?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm just a little scared. It feels like everything is happening so quickly," you confess. Jonah strokes your arm comfortingly as you lean into his touch.

"Don't worry, babe. I've been planning this since we met. I'm going to take night classes and finish my degree so I can get a real job. And you can stay home with our little one," he explains, gently putting his hand on your stomach.

You loved Jonah, but you were terrified of what he was capable of.

[nightfang22]

IF YOU WRITE MARCUS WHITE X READER FICS I WILL LITERALLY CRY OMGGGG

Oh do I have a surprise for you!Get those tissues ready babes!

The Febrility of Falling For You

A/N:I couldn't get the Marcus brain rot out of my head so I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings:None,mostly just fluff with Marcus and a sick reader because I was sick over the holidays and needed some fluff.

Pairing:Marcus White x fem!Reader

Word Count:1.5k

Cloud 9.My least favorite place to be yet it seems like I practically live here.I spend a good 39 hours a week stocking, cleaning and running a register all so corporate can tell me to go fuck myself when I fall sick.That's how I ended up here,moving boxes in the warehouse because I'm coughing too much to be anywhere near the customers with a 101 degree fever but too broke to stay home.I nearly drop the box of Cloud 9 branded pans that I'm holding when I let out a squeaky sneeze.I sniffle as I set the box on the shelf and blow my nose into a tissue I stashed in my pocket.I groaned when I looked at the cart full of merchandise that I still needed to load onto the shelves.I stood there staring at the boxes as I contemplated walking out and just going home.I could get another job, right?Before I could actually make a decision and act on it,a familiar figure came around the corner.When he noticed my presence,Marcus's eyes lit up.

"(Y/N)!What are you doing back here?Don't you usually work up front?"

He leaned against the shelves as he looked me over with a confused expression.He was right.I was always up front working the sales floor.I was a serious asset to our sales numbers.I coughed into my elbow and sniffled as I looked up at Marcus with tired and puffy eyes.He could tell how sick I was with just one look at me.

"Dina said I was too much of a *cough* risk to have on the floor so she *cough* stuck me back here.Sorry if I'm *cough* in your way or anything."

I sniffled and coughed a couple more times before giving him a weak smile.Marcus didn't seem amused,however.In fact, the look on Marcus's face was a cocktail of concern and anger.

"Why are you here if you're sick?You should be at home, sunshine."

There it was.That nickname.Marcus always called me sunshine.He started calling me that the day I started working here 2 years ago.It eventually became endearing and Marcus became known as my 'work husband'.And I was his little sunshine.No one else got to call me that.I recall Tate calling me that all of one time and the next day he showed up to work with a busted lip and refused to look at me.I gave a light giggle which quickly turned into a coughing fit.It took me a minute to sober up before I could give Marcus an eye roll and an amused smile.

"Well,not all of us make $86/hr and can afford to miss work when we're sick, darlin'."

My words were punctuated by a sneeze.The look in Marcus's eyes was soft when I moved to pick up another box.He quickly took it from my hands before shelving it above my head for me.

"You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep lifting heavy stuff while you're sick, princess."

He brushed some of my hair from my eyes before tucking it behind my ear.My cheeks were flushed but I couldn't tell if that was because of the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers brushing my cheek or from the high fever I was trying to break.I found myself leaning into his touch and letting my eyes close for just a second.I was so tired and my eyes burned from the puffiness.I sniffled a bit and swallowed a small cough before it could escape me.That small moment where my eyes fell shut was so alluring.I just wanted to lay down and pass out.I felt Marcus tilt my head up and place the back of his other hand on my forehead.His hands were cool against my feverish skin and I sighed with a small smile at the welcome relief of the temperature.

"Jesus,sunshine.You're burning up."

My eyes fluttered open and my gaze met his.Concern filled his whiskey hues and I felt a pang of guilt for a moment, guilt for not staying home and taking better care of myself.But then I was reminded that I had bills to pay and my own mouth to feed so the guilt ebbed away soon enough.

"Come on.You're not working like this.If anyone asks,I'll just say I put you on a project that needed a woman's expertise."

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Marcus led me over to a storage closet in the back corner of the warehouse that he'd turned into his office.There was a nice desk covered in paperwork along with a couch and a couple of cushy looking chairs.Upon further inspection,Marcus also kept a mini fridge stashed behind his desk filled with rooter and Sunny D.

He guided me by my wrist over to the couch and sat me down.He pulled a pillow and a blanket from behind the couch and gently pushed my shoulders so I laid down.Marcus pulled the blanket over me and tucked me in before grabbing one of the tiny bottles of Sunny D from the mini fridge and opened it for me, grabbing my hand and gently wrapping my fingers around the bottle.

"Here,drink this.It'll help.And-"

He turned to the top drawer in his desk, grabbing a bottle of dark purple liquid.It was NyQuil.He poured out a dose of it into the little medicine cup and kneeled down in front of me where I laid on the couch.

"Take this."

I scrunched my nose up at the medicine and shook my head.I hated cough syrup, especially the grape kind and I could smell the artificial flavoring from here.Marcus gave me a stern look before gently grabbing my face, cradling my jaw in his rough and calloused hand.If he weren't attempting to get me to take cough syrup I might've been turned on by that.

"Sunshine,you need to take the medicine.How are you gonna get better if you don't take anything and just work yourself to death?"

I pouted up at him as he spoke to me in that stern voice he used when I either accidentally injured myself or forgot to eat or drink water through the day.And oh how I loved that voice.But right now that voice was trying to make me drink cough syrup and I was delirious from my fever so I was not having it.I pouted and shook my head with a sniffle.

"Nuhuh.I'm not drinking that.It tastes like purple."

Marcus raised a brow at my bratty tone and unyielding stance on why I refused to take the medicine.He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips as he looked down at me.Even kneeling next to me,Marcus still had to look down at me.Most people found his towering height to be intimidating but I personally found it to be rather comforting.

"I'm sorry.Did you just say it tastes purple?"

I nodded curtly like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.He gave a small chuckle as he cradled my jaw in his big, strong hand and shook his head at my antics.

"Well,ya gotta take it sweetheart.You wanna feel better,don't you?"

I sniffle and nod,a pouty look on my face as he brings the little cup of medicine closer to my lips.

"Then ya gotta take the medicine, sunshine.C'mon,who's my favorite girl?"

I couldn't take my eyes away from the icky cup of grape cough syrup as he spoke.He sighed before tilting my head up with his hand to make me look at him.

"If you take the medicine, then I'll buy you that new book you've been talking about for forever.Yeah?"

For a moment,I actually considered it.It was the latest installment in a series I'd been reading for a while and I just kept blowing through them because it was so difficult for me to put each copy down.I would never actually let anyone,especially not Marcus,spend that kind of cash on me.Before I could open my mouth to argue, his thumb traced my bottom lip and tugged at it ever so softly as his eyes flicked from mine down to my lips and back up again.

"C'mon,sunshine.Be a good girl for me, yeah?I just wanna take care of you."

I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat when I heard him speak.Marcus always had a way of making me weak in the knees but god dammit was he good at turning me into a puddle.Without even a second thought,I downed the purple liquid in one go and scrunched my nose at the purple flavor.

"Ew."

But the smile on Marcus's face was well worth the disgusting flavor lingering in my mouth.I washed it down with orange juice to help dissipate the flavor as Marcus stroked my cheek with his thumb.He took the cup from me and set it on his desk before tucking me in again and placing a gentle kiss to my feverish forehead.

"I'll be back to check on you in a bit, okay?You just get some rest,sunshine."

I did as I was told and let my head hit the pillow, heavy eyes falling shut as Marcus stood and turned the lights off.He stood there for a second to make sure I was okay before whispering mostly to himself.

"I love you so much,pretty girl."

[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

[owen-writes]

Owen Writes

Male Reader Or Gender Neutral Or FTM Reader Only

Fem aligned people may interact and read but do not fetishize. No Fem Reader requests.

Masterposts:

Main Masterpost

Doctor Who Masterpost

Nameless Series Masterpost (needs a name)

ATM, I write for:

The Doctor (9,10,11,12,14,15) - Doctor Who

Rory Williams - Doctor Who

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who

Alec Hardy - Broadchurch

Cale Erendreich - Bad Samaritan

Campbell Bain - Takin' Over The Asylum

Crowley - Good Omens (Will Do Poly Ineffable Husbands)

Saul Silva (Platonic) - Fate, The Winx Saga

Cullen Family (Platonic) - Twilight

Sierra Six - The Grey Man

Jonah Simms - Super Store

James Marriott

Lucifer Morningstar - Netflix Lucifer

Rules:

No smut! I may write smut if I want to but will not write requests that are smut. (Basically if I get horny and want to indulge, I will.)

All smut I do write is for 18+ only. You're reading my work at your own discretion and I am not responsible for what you read on the Internet.

Gore wise - no explicit descriptions but cannon typical stuff I'm okay with.

I can delete any request if it makes me uncomfortable

I'm not really a fan of AUs or anything that strays too far from cannon.

Can be a platonic or romantic relationship. Aka dad or husband? (Basically I have some deep daddy issues)

I like to have dialogue prompts to start off. But it's okay if not. (I lack the creative fuse to make up a story but can sure as hell write em.)

[gf2bellamy]

misunderstanding — jonah simms

pairing: jonah simms x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: there has been a misunderstanding causing everyone to think that you and jonah are dating content warnings: nothing a/n: i've been rewatching superstore and i'm in love w jonah ( again)

You stepped into the break room, the faint smell of burnt food and bad coffee hitting you immediately. With a sigh, you shrugged off your jacket and hung it on the hook by the door, clutching your steaming cup of coffee.

Sliding into one of the chairs, you unlocked your phone and started scrolling aimlessly, barely paying attention to anything around you. But after a moment, the eerie silence of the room began to sink in. You stopped mid-scroll and glanced up. 

Everyone was staring at you. 

“Uh…” you hesitated, your voice breaking the awkward quiet. Your eyes landed on Cheyenne, who was sitting across the room, her gaze darting nervously between you and the others. 

And then, like clockwork, she burst out laughing—a high-pitched, nervous giggle that only made the situation weirder. 

“What’s going on?” you asked, setting your phone down on the table and looking around at the room full of wide-eyed coworkers. No one said anything, but the whispering started almost immediately. 

Before anyone could answer, Jonah walked into the room, his usual energy breaking the tension. “Good morning!” he called out brightly, completely oblivious to the strange vibe. 

He plopped down at your table, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He flashed you a quick smile before taking a sip of his coffee, but his expression shifted when he noticed the stares and murmurs. 

“What’s with everyone?” Jonah asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced around. 

You shrugged, your confusion matching his. “I have no idea. I walked in, and… this was happening.” You gestured vaguely toward the rest of the break room, where people were now pretending to look busy, though not very convincingly. 

You were halfway through your coffee when Glenn and Dina marched into the break room, Glenn looking particularly chipper while Dina stood with her usual air of judgmental detachment. The room went quiet as Glenn clapped his hands together, his face practically glowing. 

“Before I start with today’s announcements,” Glenn began, his voice full of warmth, “I just want to say… congratulations!” 

You blinked, taken aback, as Glenn beamed at you and Jonah like a proud dad at a graduation. “I’m so incredibly happy for the two of you! It’s just so beautiful when coworkers find… connection.” His voice wavered with emotion as if he might actually cry. 

You and Jonah exchanged wide-eyed glances, equally baffled. 

Jonah cleared his throat and raised a hand. “Uh, Glenn? What exactly are you talking about?” 

Glenn froze mid-sentence, his hands hovering awkwardly in front of him. “What? Oh, you know!” He chuckled nervously, gesturing between the two of you. 

“No,” Jonah said, sitting up straighter. “We really, really don’t.” 

At that moment, Sandra, who had been lurking near the vending machine, shifted uncomfortably. Glenn noticed her and smiled even wider. “Sandra told me the big news! She said she overheard you two talking and that you're now together. Isn’t that just the sweetest thing?” 

“Wait, what?” you blurted, your cheeks burning. Everyone was now staring at the two of you. 

Jonah’s face turned as red as the break room couch. “That’s… no, that’s not—what?!” He started gesturing wildly, his words tumbling over each other. “I-I don’t even—where would she—? That’s not—Sandra, what did you hear?” 

Sandra stepped forward, wringing her hands. “Well… you were talking about, um, spending more time together outside of work? And then you said something about how you ‘work well together as a team.’” She paused, looking down. “And then I thought I heard Jonah say, ‘Maybe it’s time we just admit it.’” 

Jonah let out a strangled laugh. “No! I was talking about the inventory system! I said, ‘Maybe it’s time we admit it’s broken!’” 

Sandra looked unsure. “Oh. That makes more sense.” 

Glenn clasped his hands over his heart. “So… you’re not in love?” 

“No!” Jonah and you said in unison, though Jonah’s voice cracked halfway through. 

Glenn’s face fell. “Oh. Well, that’s disappointing. But still, no pressure! Love blossoms when it’s meant to.” He smiled at Dina, who rolled her eyes so hard you thought she might sprain something. 

Meanwhile, Jonah was still floundering. “I mean, not that it would��it’s not like it would be bad if—” He tripped over his words, gesturing vaguely in your direction. “You’re—you’re great! Obviously! But, uh, no, we’re not… you know… a thing.” 

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching with amusement despite your own embarrassment. “Thanks, Jonah. Really cleared that up.” 

He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m just saying… you know… hypothetically, it wouldn’t be, like, crazy—” 

Dina cut in with a dry snort. “Wow. Watching you implode is more entertaining than I thought it’d be.” 

Glenn, oblivious to the awkward tension, clapped his hands again. “Well, even if it’s not true, I’m still so proud of how well you two work together! Now, let’s get back to work!” 

As Glenn and Dina walked out, Jonah let out a heavy sigh, slumping in his chair. “That was… mortifying.” 

You smirked, leaning toward him. “So… it wouldn’t be crazy, huh?” 

His face turned beet red again as he stammered, “That’s not—I didn’t—don’t twist my words!” 

You laughed, sipping your coffee. “Relax, Jonah. It was just a misunderstanding. No big deal.” 

But as you got up to leave, Jonah found himself staring at your retreating figure, his heart beating a little faster than he’d like to admit. Maybe Sandra’s misinterpretation wasn’t entirely crazy after all. 

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tis i, @matt-murdockk, here with a totally awesome fic recs blog. you can find the tags to track fics in this here post that will be pinned at all times. happy reading!

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Masterlist

White Collar

Neal Caffrey x Reader

Good Night fluff, 1.7k words Stuck in my head fluff, 3.2k words This ain't the Chelsea Hotel fluff, angst, 4.3k words Hold the line fluff, 1.6k words

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader

Statistically Speaking, fluff, 0.6k words Nine-Nine!, fluff, comedy, brooklyn 99 crossover, 3.0k words Sweet Escape, fluff, 6.0k words Discretion, fluff, 2.0k Wedding Crashers, fluff, comedy, bones!reader, 2.5k L word, fluff, 0.8k words Atonement, angst, a whole lot of angst, 4.2k words

Marvel

tasm!Peter x Reader

Batman, Jerusha, Eduardo crack, fluff, 5.1k words Strawberry Froyo fluff, 1.4k words

Matt Murdock x reader

Oneshots

Grief angst, 2.5k words Time angst, fluff ending, 2.8k words Sweet Nothing, fluff, a little bit of angst, 5.2k words Stealth, fluff, comedy, special guest star Yelena Belova, 3.5k words Tolerate it, implied smut, heavy angst, 1.7k words I can fix him (no really I can) fluff

Series

Killshot, fluff, comedy, angst, implied smut, the whole deal (ongoing)

Detroit: Become Human

rk800 Connor x Reader

Short Circuit comedy, fluff, 1k words Human 101: Cooking comedy, fluff, 2.1k words Human 101: Dancing comedy, fluff, 1.2k words Human 101: Sneaking Around comedy, fluff, 1.5k words

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x reader

I need a hero (save me now) fluff, 1.1k words Hell on Earth: Series (stranger things au story, slow burn, fluff, angst, actual plot- not just x reader) Holiday Cheer, and a whole lotta beer, fluff, holiday special <3

Superstore

Jonah Simms x reader

Love(?) is in the air, fluff, comedy, 1.5k

Harry Potter- Marauders Era

ps: i do not write for this fandom anymore

Sirius Black x reader

Rain, Cinnamon, Cologne, and Conditioner, fluff, comedy

The Mentalist

Patrick Jane x reader

La Vie En Rouge, fluff, 500 words

[littlemomentsofbeauty]

binge watching superstore and the temptation to write jonah simms fanfiction is persistent 🥲 would anyone be interested LOL