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Okay, so I wrote a thing.
This is the first thing I’ve ever written that I’d call crack, so uh, there is that. It’s taken very seriously but it’s also meant to be very silly.
Here it is! It’s about Jonah hiding the fact that he hooked up with Marcus from his coworkers.
(Also thanks to @thegroundhogdidit for the prompt, and the help writing this, it’s very much appreciated ❤️)
#superstore#jonah simms#marcus white#mateo liwanag#eric sosa#kelly watson#glenn sturgis#this is for everyone that likes Jonah/Marcus#doesn’t actually include them hooking up btw#in case you were hoping for that
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Rooms on Fire: I Will Run To You
Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader
Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual
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Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.
Warnings and Content:
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.
Extra warnings for chapter: Mentions of medical malpractice, death in childbirth, mentions of male sexual assault via power dynamics, lots of complex feelings.
A/n: next chapter things ramp up.
3.1k words
A/N I gotta apologize y'all. this was meant to include so much more but I guess this chapter is getting split bc I just put so much Jonah lore. I hope y'all are formal about liking him. We finally get some backstory on the uprising, Tom, and Madonna's dad, who BTW, had a name change. JACK IS NOW MARCUS more info after the story!
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One so young, so changed Should not be left alone Two in love should confess And not be left alone And I will run to you Down whatever road you choose Yes, I will follow you down I will run to you ~I Will Run to You, Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty
“You paint a lot of fire”
Jonah’s voice startled you, making you turn around but you relax when you see it’s just him. Reyansh was watching you outside your studio, and Jonah coming meant you must be summoned somewhere.
You were painting a picture of a burning house, something you saw in a dream last night. Ben and Will treated you normally, fucking you but also spending time together. You supposed Francisco’s behavior was normal too, considering that he continued to treat you like you only existed to fuck when he had to fullfill his duty. He never touched you alone. In the week since you got your period Santi was ignoring you. He’d call you to his room, fuck you with your face pressed into the mattress, and then toss you out. Last night he shoved you into the hall with your dress still bundled up in your arms.
“I paint what I dream.” You mumble, tired and not totally there. You were terrified to sleep, and after a second visit from the succubus it was getting worse, forcing yourself to stay up later and later. Lack of sleep was making it difficult to be alert, and little noises make you jump.
Jonah approached where you stood, keeping a respectful distance. He’d been distant as well since the night you saw him, and you still were unsure what you did wrong and why Iris was so upset with you.
“You dream of houses burning?” His voice was gentle but curious.
You take a deep breath, too tired to fight off any questioning. It’s best not to lie, anyway. “Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of fire. I dreamed I was dancing in front of it. I dreamed I caused it, and it was out of my control and now I must dance in the smoke and watch as the flames consumed things that I loved.” A pause, tears beginning to burn behind your eyes. “Sometimes, he stood inside them.”
“He?”
“My father.”
Jonah drew in a sharp breath and you worried he thought you were sympathetic to his traitorous cause. You weren’t, you had remembered how betrayed you’d felt that he’d thrown everything away to follow Deacon Davis, the judas who had killed the Divine Mother. As per tradition, when someone is sentenced to death, they burn at the stake and the unmarried women are expected to dance. The closer you are to the individual, the closer you are to the fire. You had been Marcus’s only family, him and your mom having adopted you as an infant. He died in front of you as you danced, embers blowing in the wind and singeing your white dress and sensitive skin. You were only 12, but you knew right from wrong, and your father was wrong. Sometimes you woke up still smelling his burning corpse. You had danced longer than anyone, keeping all the energy your child body could give you until you passed out.
You turn to Jonah with tears in your eyes, “I hold no mercy in my heart for him, please know that. I am loyal to the Divine Mother, I am loyal to my husbands above all else! I don’t know why I didn’t get pregnant but know I’d die for them happily should it came to that!” Crying now, you desperately plead to him but it’s not Jonah you are speaking to, truely. You know Pope is questioning you right now, and you cannot bear the thought that he doubts you.
“Honey” Jonah’s voice is strained, pain anguishing him. “How much do you know about the uprising…”
Your face is wet with tears, almost shaking in fear and frustration. You didn’t know how you’d messed this up so badly so soon. You just wanted to be held, you don’t remember the last time you’d been held without sexual desire… it was probably your father, may he be damned.
“Deacon Davis… he was an advisor to the Divine Mother, a friend to my husbands… he and Deliliah conspired against the Divine Mother and her family. Dad- um, Marcus, was a part of the traitors and he allowed Deacon Davis into Divine Mother’s quarters where he murdered her. Deliliah was Will’s betrothed before. She had seduced him for information and, and betrayed her husband! I would never do that, Jonah!” You realize now why he was questioning you, he thought a traitorous blood ran in your veins. Had Pope sent him? Had Francisco seen the evil in your heart, the evil that was inviting a demon?? Or had Jonah simply seen you for what you were. “I would rather die than betray them! You have to believe me!” You sob, closing your eyes as you are no longer able to look into his in shame. Strong arms wrap around you, practically holding your body up.
Jonah held you tightly and you cried into his shirt, so tired, so sleepy… You just wanted to feel peace again. Jonah allowed you your release, wetting his shirt with your tears until your breathing slowed. It occurred to you that you were hugging and being held by a man who was not your husband, so you take a step back looking down.
“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I haven't slept well-”
“It’s okay, honey.” His voice gently reassures you. “It’s okay to cry sometimes.”
You shake your head. “No… no I’m happy, I should be happy here, happy with my husbands, I am!” You’d shown weakness, surely Jonah would tell Pope that you were unhappy, that this was proof of your doubt, of unworthiness… Instead, Jonah pulled a sleeve down on his hand, stepping up to you once more. He ran the sleeve carefully under your eyes wiping the tears.
“There is nothing wrong with feeling what you feel. Your husbands are blessed with a kind, beautiful, artistic wife and they should be so lucky you sit at their table, nonetheless someone who cooks them dinners and paint them pictures. It is they who are unworthy, not you.”
You gasp at the blasphemy. “Jonah! No, no they are-”
“Gods, I know.” He wipes snot from your running nose. “But you… you’re like a daughter to me, and a father is allowed to place his children above Gods. Marcus may not… he may not have made the right choices, but he wanted nothing but good for you, just like I do. So please, for me, show him and yourself a little grace.”
With a little sniffle, you nod. “Thank you, Jonah.”
He gave you a smile, the bright one you like that made his eyes squint. “Good girl. Now, I got a surprise for you that I think will brighten your day.”
*
Jonah watched as you practically skipped down the hallway. When he told you Frankie wanted to take you out for a picnic, you perked up so fast it was like you hadn’t even been sobbing in his arms a moment ago. He wished he could be honest with you, he wished he could tell you the truth about Tom, Delilah, and most importantly, Marcus… but you were so brainwashed, there was no way for him to break through to you. He couldn’t simple tell you everything you’d know and believed whole heartedly, your religion, your life, the very thing that you chose above your father was a lie… not yet anyway. Maybe one day you’d doubt, you’d question, and the first people you’d go to would be Iris or him, maybe even Reyansh. Rey played the part well of a good soldier boy, he wasn’t as overt as Iris was but he knew you trusted him.
Despite being late already with the crying, you insisted on stoping in your room to grab a ribbon for your heart. Jonah’s heart hurt watching you put so much effort into this.
Will treated you well. Despite Jonah and Will’s… past, he couldn’t deny Will was a good husband. He took care of you.
Ben was a little shithead and was absolutely going behind your back with women still he just couldn’t figure out who. Ben had to be more sneaky now. This didn’t stop him from very loud late night fucks with Frankie that it seemed only you and Santi weren’t aware of. Still, he gave you affection and spent time outside of sex with you.
Santiago, he expected nothing less. Santiago’s moods were unpredictable, they had been ever since he was a child. Jonah had known Santiago and Beatriz since he was young, when all this was fairly new and traction was growing more and more. Jonah didn’t exactly believe, but his wife Jess did. Maybe he did for a while, it was hard to not with the things he saw… Beatriz had taken an interest in him and thus, despite being married, he spent a lot of time at the mansion with her. Jonah felt like a hooker, like his body was a commodity and up for grabs from anyone, and the worst part was how okay Jessica was with it. She fucking encouraged it. “Its an honor!” It wasn’t such an honor when she died giving birth to Iris and was denied medical treatment. Doctor said it wouldn’t have helped. Jonah knew Beatriz had something to do with it. He was luck Irish lived. She was his only reason for living sometimes.
It was Frank he was surprised about. Jonah had known all four men for most of the 3 decades of their life, and next to Santi, he knew Frank the longest. Frankie was raised with Santiago, practically as brother. Beatriz couldn’t adopt him, because something something divine blood, but that didn’t matter when Santi pissed her off enough. Jonah had witnessed the lashings and beatings he had taken, but what seemed to hurt the teen the most was when Beatriz would hang his godhood over his head, saying that it should be Frankie who was the savior, not him. After Jess’s death, Jonah was moved into the mansion and promoted to captain of the guard. It was just an excuse for Beatriz to demand sex even more.
Frankie was a good kid, but he always followed Santi like a lost puppy. Santi became obsessed with Frankie, forcing Frankie to become more and more withdrawn. Still, the nice young man was in there somewhere, and Jonah would bring it out. After the girl came to his room crying about Frankie not loving her, Jonah spoke to him and said he needed to do better by her hence the picnic.
Rey was out at the stables by the time Jonah got there, preparing the three horses. He was there a lot, knowing a lot about horses. If he has any choice, Jonah was certain he’d have been a vet. Another life, he supposed. Jonah and Rey would accompany them since they were going out a ways.
“Hello, Francisco.” She spoke softly, but enthusiastic. For all he and Santi hurt her, she loved him.
Frank gave a small smile. “Hi, Madonna. I thought maybe we could take a picnic. Get away from… everything else.” He brushed the mane of the horse.
Everyone else, Jonah thought.
“That sounds wonderful!” You walk over to him. “What’s his name?”
“This is Cielo. And those two,” He points to the other horses being settled. “Are Estrella and Flora.”
“Will we be riding Cielo?” You ask, but Frank turns away.
“I’ll be riding alone.”
You look dejected again, so Jonah steps up, frustrated with Frankie. “C’mon, you can ride with me.” Jonah puts a put in a stirrup, launching a leg over the saddle and onto Flora, his favorite horse.
“Actually” Frankie interjects. “I think she should ride with Rey.”
Of course. 10 years later and everyone was still suspicious of him. Frankie climbed onto Cielo, and Jonah rode up to him, whispering. “Compliment her ribbon. She picked green just for you.”
*
Reyansh pulled you up and onto the saddle, allowing you to ride the side saddle to protect your modesty in the dress. If you knew you’d be riding a horse, you’d have worn pants. It wasn’t the most comfortable, and you feared falling, but Reynash’s arm was strong around you. He was careful to keep his hands at appropriate places, which you were thankful for.
“How is your painting going?” He asks, as since Jonah leads the group and Francisco is in the middle still not keen on talking to you. Still, this was a step forward.
“It’s good, thank you. It’s nice and peaceful. I miss-” You stop yourself. What you missed was when Santi used to sit and watch you paint, drinking his wine and intent eyes on you. It had been a comfortable silence. “I do miss having company sometimes…” You missed your husband, you missed his laugh, his smile, his praise.
“Hey, I’d love to sit in on a session!” You could tell by the tone of his voice he was smiling. “I’d love to see a real artist at work!”
You laugh just a bit, “I’m not an artist, but if you’d like to watch, I'd like that.”
“Deal.”
*
You sat against a tree, legs bent modestly in your skirt and eating the sandwich Iris packed. She also packed apple juice, which you loved.
Francisco was silent. He’d thanked you for your help setting up the blanket and spoken as he served his food, but now he simply sat there. He looked sad, but even then he was handsome. Francosco sported a mustache, which had remained consistent the whole time you’d known him. Santiago was growing out his hair and beard, which was making your heart ache even more that you couldn’t kiss and touch him like you wanted to. Still, the silence wasn’t awkward. You had begun to wonder if he was just… quiet.
“Thank you for taking me out.” You say, speaking quietly. Jonah and Reynash were circling the parameter and you felt… watched. “I hadn’t realized how much time I spent inside until now.” Had you even left the house at all since your wedding? When was the last time you felt sunshine before today?
To your delight, while still looking down, he smiled. “I’m glad. Don’t like seeing you cooped up in that house all day.”
Your heart warmed at his concern for you. Feeling emboldened, you scooch close to him.
“It’s not cooped up with the men I love.”
This makes his eyes flick up to you. He narrows them suspiciously, but not angry “You… love… me?”
Your heart nearly shatters at the question, and you can’t help but find him so endearing. “But of course I do!!!” Careful, you place a hand on his face and feel the patchy bit of stubble. “You’re my beloved husband!”
“But… you had to marry me.”
You shake your head. “No, Francisco I chose you, I chose all of you and I love all of you. Is that why you’ve been distant? Is that why you’ve been so cold to me?”
“I-” He stutters over his words. “I don’t think this is good for you… I don’t think I’m good for you…”
If there were ever words you hadn’t expected from him, it wasn’t that. Francisco was a God, he was holy, good and righteous, how could he not be good for you. It didn’t matter. Clearly he was hurting, and as his wife, it was your duty to make him happy again. “Francisco Morales, you are my husband, you are the foster child of the Divine Mother, and the love of my life. I chose you before, I choose you now, and I will choose you in heaven, Divine Mother willing.” You bring your face closer to his. “I adore you, in all your God and human.” Feeling brave, you bring your mouth to him and tenderly take his pouty lower lip into your mouth, making him whimper. You liked that sound.
“You choose me?” He whispers, slowly kissing back. “Out in the open, no secrets?” His voice is slightly higher now, almost whining as he begins to chase your mouth.
“Always” The desperation growing, you give him everything you have. You don’t care that it’s an open field surrounded by trees, you don’t care that Reyansh and Jonah could ride up at any point, and you don’t care who might see you. You were divine and if you wanted to make love to the god of nature in his own fucking land you will. You had Francisco Morales, demi-God, whimpering for your touch. You had HIM, finally had him and you weren’t going to waste it for one second. He wanted thing sout in the open, you would show him you weren’t ashamed to be seen getting filled by his seed. Before you, your husbands were not celibant, that much was known. The sex parties were stuff of rumors and you couldn’t decipher the truth from fact. However, it was clear that public sex was not off the table. Shame is a punishment for the sins of Adam and Eve, and for men born without original sin, there was no shame in sex. “I choose you, always.”
Frankie entangles his fingers into your hair, feeling the green tie in your locks. His other hand slides up to cup your breast.
“I love this ribbon, it suits you.”
*
“Whatcha think’n, old man.” Rey asks as he rides up to Jonah. Both are perched up on top of a hill overlooking the field you lay on and he watches you kiss Frankie.
“I’m thinking,” Jonah turns to Rey, nodding his head back home. “That I got it here, and since the others are out, you should run back and try and sneak some time with Iris.”
Rey smiled at that, but hesitated. “You sure? Morales didn’t seem like he wanted her with either of you.”
Jonah rolled his eyes, but it was good natured nonetheless. He liked Reynash, loved him even. He was a good kid. Iris was put in the position she was in, not any older than the girl was now, because of his shortcomings, his weaknesses. She was punished to punish him. She deserved all the good she could get, and Reyansh Saha was about the only bit off good left in this world, beside Iris and now Marcus’s kid he was looking after. He reminded Jonah of Delilah in a lot of ways. Always smiling. Always kind.
“Look at ‘em.” Jonah referenced the pair kissing below. “She’s going home on his lap.”
Rey laughed brightly, turning his horse. “Oh yeah, you’re quite the matchmaker!” And he road off, long dark hair wild behind him. Handsome devil.
The words matchmaker hung in the air. Was Jonah giving her false hope he wondered? Or was he giving her the time she had left and filling it with better memories. He wasn’t sure. Maybe he was delaying the inevitable. It was always going to end one way for her. There was no way to live up to what Santiago wanted.
Because what Santiago wanted was Frankie with a womb.
SO MUCH JONAH HAPPENING!!!!!!!!
And poor madonna bc Jonah christ smelling your dad burn is a lot
So Marcus's face claim is David Habour, this came out of some chats with. @umnitsa in my romanaverse discord server. He is now your adopted father to keep things inclusive, but this is important as he has background info and ties in a lot. Think hopper in stranger things. Also May is already shipping him and Jonah so that ship name is Jonus lmfaooooo
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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.
#superstore x reader#jonah simms x reader#superstore imagine#yandere jonah simms#yandere superstore#dark!jonah simms#dark!superstore
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Hi!! Could I please request some headcanons about being Jonah Simms' little sister and working at cloud 9 with him and getting to embarrass him, him being over protective e.t.c :D
SUPERSTORE HEADCANON — BEING JONAH SIMMS' YOUNGER SISTER AND WORKING AT CLOUD 9
jonah was actually unaware that you were hired to work at cloud 9, so when he sees you stocking boxes of cereal in an aisle, he stops dead in his tracks
he assumes you're a customer who is very picky with cereals and was only taking the good ones from the back of the shelf, but then he notices the name tag and the ugly blue vests that all the associates had to wear
"y/n...?"
glenn introduces you to the team at the meeting, and jonah is shaking his head in disbelief
dina always points out how identical you two look
"why didn't you tell me you were gonna be working here?"
"what, like you don't want to be caught dead working with your baby sis?"
jonah is the one training you
he reminds you not to smuggle anything from the store like clothes, makeup, groceries, snacks, etc
everyone notices how your personality and mannerisms are similar to jonah's, but you're also different from him in some ways
marcus or anyone in the warehouse would attempt to flirt with you every single day, marcus always asks jonah about you, even pursuing his one sided friendship with him more annoyingly and unwantedly just to get closer to you
whoever you end up with, jonah is against it- but you point out his hypocrisy because he's dating amy
he grows super protective over you. he's always protective, anyway, but it grows strong every time you're at work
he's always making sure that everyone is nice to you, and that cheyenne and mateo should be an okayish pair to get along with
you're a part of the group and participate in everything they do for fun on and off the job
debates in the breakroom
you grow a competition with brett and he always wins
you always embarrass jonah by sharing childhood stories, and amy is always satisfied and entertained
jonah tells dina to go easy on you
garrett is also just as entertained hearing about his embarrassing childhood moments
you take over the intercom without garrett's permission and he gets second hand embarrassment
bickering with him over the intercoms and every employee and customer is all ears
if you were in school while working, he'd support you
he's lowkey jealous of your strong work ethic and you manage to be more likeable than him
you're fun and loving to him, and you are always supportive of him
helping him with unionization
#jonah simms x reader#jonah simms headcanon#jonah simms#superstore headcanon#superstore x reader#superstore gif#jonah simms gif#reader insert#nbc superstore#headcanon
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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 Two
Chapter Three: Fat Lip
“Marcus!” I scolded.
He looked at me like a confused puppy. “What?!”
I groaned irritably. “You can’t just hit people like that, Marcus!” I exclaimed, as Ryan stood by his car, angrily plugging his bleeding nose with tissues.
Somehow, no one was really fazed by this entire spectacle, whether it be our coworkers, or complete strangers. Naturally, weirder things have happened in Cloud 9 parking lots, even today, so no one even thought this situation warranted even a call to the cops. The only people I knew even still hanging around were Jonah, and Garrett, who was only really there because Jonah was there.
“Babe, I did it for you!” Marcus exclaimed, trying to get me on board with his violent outburst as he wiped at the blood on his lip.
I groaned frustratedly, unsure of how to get it through his thick skull that what he did was actually wrong, like a mother gentle-parenting a toddler.
“You didn’t need to do anything for me, Marcus, because everything was fine to begin with!” I shout at him impatiently, “And stop calling me ‘babe’! Especially at work! I’m not your girlfriend! You know that!”
Jonah slowly turns to look at Garrett for input. “So… Sophie and Marcus… What’s, uh… What’s the story with that…?”
Garrett makes a face. “That’s what you’re wondering about right now?!”
Jonah scoffs dismissively. “No! I was just…” he fails to even come up with something. “So, are they, like, a thing, or are they just hooking up…?”
Garrett rolls his eyes as he moves away from the crowd. Jonah starts to panic as he sees Garrett leaving, not wanting to be left behind. He quickly follows Garrett, walking behind him over to my car, and opening the door. Jonah then panics even more, not sure if he’s overstepping a boundary, or three.
He decides to interrupt Garrett. “Should we be…?”
Garrett ignored him as he tends to my daughter. “Me and Sophie are friends. I’ve taken care of her kid before. If you’re overstepping, then by all means, leave.”
Garrett sighs as he sees Gigi, sitting in her car seat as she smiles at him. Jonah just stands by awkwardly, not sure what to do, and not sure what to do with his hands as he shoves them in his pockets.
“Hi, Uncle Garrett,” Gigi says, surprising Jonah.
“‘Uncle Garrett’…?”
“Hey, sweetie,” Garrett says somewhat uncomfortably, trying to do a friend a favor, “How are you doing?”
“Okay,” Gigi tells him quietly.
“Hi, sweetie!” Jonah says out of nowhere, not wanting to be rude.
Garrett shoots him a look, as Jonah just frowns, realizing that maybe he shouldn’t just introduce himself to a coworker’s unattended child.
Garrett nods. “Okay. That’s good. Well, uh… I’ll tell you what. Mommy and Daddy are… a little busy right now, so how about I keep you company? That sound good?”
Gigi nods with a smile at this offer. Jonah smiles softly, surprised to see how good his friend actually was with children, despite his usual nonchalant, ‘cool guy’ demeanor.
“Cool,” Garrett accepts, trying to distract the poor child, “How’s school going? Still crushing those science projects?”
He smiled as Gigi nods.
“Yeah?” Garrett says kindly.
Jonah stands around silently, listening in as Garrett distracts the small child, making sure she doesn’t realize that anything’s wrong. Although the police weren’t called, it still seemed that I was gonna be stuck in the parking lot with Marcus and Ryan for a while.
“Fuck you, man!” Marcus yells, as I try to diffuse the situation as much as possible. “You don’t talk to Sophie like that! She is a queen among women!”
I groan in discomfort as I try to figure out a way to defend Ryan without actually having to defend him.
“Who the fuck even are you, dude?!” Ryan yells at him.
“Guys!” I yell over the both of them. “Shut the fuck up!”
Ryan immediately goes on the offensive, automatically blowing up at Marcus. “No, fuck this dude! He came in here, acting like your fucking knight in shining armor, punching me like a fucking animal!”
Marcus had almost a knee jerk reaction. “I’m the fucking animal?! Fuck you, man! Talking shit to a nice girl like Sophie!”
Ryan scoffs. “‘A nice girl’?! Have you met Sophie?!”
“Yeah, I’ve met Sophie!” Marcus yells stupidly. “I’ve met her all over the place!” he brags.
I groan, “Oh, dear God…”
It took another thirty minutes or so, but I finally managed to get Ryan to back off, and not try to murder Marcus. Eventually, Ryan drove off, and I just lost my patience and stormed off, leaving Marcus confused as he tries to plead for my attention.
“Sophie!” he calls to me, as passersby give him weird glances, “Sophie! Baby! Come back!”
“Ugh!” I huff as I run to Gigi in my car.
Marcus’s face falls sadly. “Baby! I was willing to get another strike for you!”
I felt absolutely horrible about everything as I realized Gigi had been waiting for me this entire time. I felt like an absolute failure of a mother, realizing I’d been neglecting my child to deal with a fight between my baby daddy and the guy I’m currently sleeping with, in the middle of a Cloud 9 parking lot. But thankfully, I walked to my car to find Gigi safe and happy, with Garrett. And for some reason, Jonah. Garrett looks up at me as he sits with Gigi, talking with her as he and Jonah see me coming.
“Oh, hey,” Garrett smiles as he sees me, turning to Gigi, “Look at that. Mom’s back.”
I sigh as I take my daughter’s hands, looking back at Jonah in confusion. “I’m so sorry, Gige, I didn’t mean to be so long… Did you have fun with Uncle Garrett?”
She nods contentedly, not seeming bothered by any of this at all.
“Okay, that’s good,” I nod, relieved.
“What happened?” she asked me curiously.
“Uh…”
I awkwardly turn, seeing Garrett and Jonah standing behind me uncomfortably, unsure of what to do, or where they’re supposed to be.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I just had to talk to Daddy…”
Gigi looks at me curiously. “Did he win the fight?”
My face goes completely blank as I look back at Garrett and Jonah, who are now both staring directly at the floor as if I’m Medusa. I groan uncomfortably as I look at my daughter, feeling like the world’s worst mother behind Ted Bundy’s mother.
“Uh…” I try to salvage this any way I can.
*****
Later that evening, after a particularly difficult and frankly heartbreaking discussion with my daughter, I decided to make Gigi’s favorite mac and cheese for her as a sort of apology for having to explain to her that she can’t tell anyone at school about her Uncle Marcus beating up her father. I set a little bowl of macaroni with chicken and carrots in front of her as she sits across from me at the counter.
“So, what’d you and Uncle Garrett talk about?” I asked her pleasantly.
“School. Comic books,” Gigi says as she picks at her vegetables, “Me and Uncle Garrett like Spiderman.”
I smile. “Well, that’s good.”
“Uncle Garrett’s funny,” she tells me.
“That he is,” I agree with a smile, still to this day finding it amusing how good with kids Garrett actually is.
“Jonah’s nice,” Gigi notes, which makes my blood run cold.
I stop dead in my tracks as I eat my dinner, not knowing how to react to that.
I try to hide my frown. “What?” I ask her.
“Jonah’s nice,” she repeats, obviously not picking up on or understanding my response.
“Jonah…” I realized, “You talked to Jonah?”
She just shrugs, not really making anything of the situation as a child.
“Yeah. He says he works with you,” she recalled. “He does a funny Kermit voice.”
I stare in confusion, not really sure what to make of that.
“Jonah likes you,” Gigi states rather calmly, startling me as if she’d screamed.
I slowly processed what she’d said to me, trying to get to the bottom of the random revelation.
“What do you…” I blurted out awkwardly, “What makes you say that?” I asked her, definitely needing context.
“I don’t know. He says you’re really smart,” she explained.
I just sighed with relief, realizing that she, being a child, meant that he just quite literally liked me, as a person. I just shook my head at myself, embarrassed by my own stupidity. It’s a different type of embarrassment when it hits even if you’re alone.
*****
The next day was a Thursday, and I was working on the register as usual, silently sighing my way through the entire morning.
“Have a good one,” I smiled, watching as a man appreciatively walked away with a bottle of lotion, a mason jar, and an anime figurine of a suspiciously young-looking female character.
I stared at him uncomfortably as I decided to take out a pad and paper, writing down the name on his debit card just in case.
“There has to be some sort of list for that…”
“Hey…”
I look up suddenly, as Jonah nervously approaches the register. Why he always approaches people like he’s trying to learn an Irish jig, I have no idea.
“Hey,” I offer a polite smile.
“So… Yesterday….”
I sigh with a sense of dread. “What about it, Jonah?”
He tries to smile. “I-Sorry, I know it’s not any of my business…”
I look up at him exasperatedly. “”No. It’s not. So leave me alone, please? Everyone keeps asking me if me and Marcus are dating, and if Marcus and Ryan hate each other, and a weird amount of people have asked me if Marcus is Gigi’s real father—”
Jonah nods, fully aware of the intellectual capacity of some of our fellow Cloud 9 employees.
“Right,” he remarks, “Well… I just…”
I stare at him expectantly.
He sighs, looking guilty and exhausted. “I just… Wanted to ask you if you’re okay,” he told me.
My expression suddenly softened, as I realized. “Oh. No one’s asked me that yet.”
He smiled sheepishly.
“I, uh…” I nod, trying to compose myself. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
He nods, the look in his eyes deeply sympathetic. “How’s Gigi? Is she okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, she’s a strong kid,” I assure him.
He seems to take comfort in this. “That’s good. Kids are… really resilient,” he offers.
I expect more, maybe some silly, clueless speech about what he read about the psychological development of children, but… no. Nothing. It was kind of a relief, that all he had to say was a question about whether or not I’m doing okay.
I smiled, still oddly relieved. “Thank you. For asking.”
Jonah nods, seeming glad to have actually said something right. He smiles pleasantly as he walks off, getting back to work. I stood there for a moment, thinking to myself I still had a whole day of work left ahead of me.
“Excuse me?” a nice red-haired lady asks, as she approaches me with her items, setting them down on the conveyor belt.
I look up as I start scanning. “Hi,” I smile.
“Hi,” she says kindly, “So… There’s, like, a little pile by the fitting rooms…?”
I look at her curiously as I scan. “A—A ‘pile’?” I question.
“Yeah, um…” she tried to phrase things as delicately as possible. “Judging by the, uh… odor, I’d say it’s a… fairly big pile of poop?”
I just frown, looking down at the register as I nod. “Right… Thanks.”
“I’m sorry,” the lady says awkwardly, “I know it’s disgusting…”
I just shake my head. “No, it’s… Not the first one today.”
She looks at me, alarmed. “It’s… eleven.”
I glance down at my workstation. “Yeah. I know.”
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Chapter Four
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#121 Oliver. He’s dead and JON! YOU’RE OKAY!
#122 zombies and Jon’s first instinct from waking up from a 6 month coma is to read a statement. Icon.
#123 He just got back and Melanie wants to kill him and something is up with Martin. Also, The Web, I suppose. Coding?
#124 More Simon. What a guy. Also, Jon is… very concerned for Martin…
#125 The Slaughter is back and Melanie! CALM DOWN! MY HEADPHONES ARE ON LIFE SUPPORT AS IT IS!
#126 The Spiral clarity + Martin is being manipulated (SHE STABBED HIM!?)
#127 Another letter to Jonah. AND ELIAS IS JUST CHILLIN IN PRISON. GO OFF, KING!
#128 Breekon is nothing without Hope. The institute and ooo! Jon eye powers!
#129 Guy drowned in grandpa’s house and JON NEEDS AN ANCHOR! Also, very homosexual interaction.
#130 Meat ritual and JON! NO, SELF HARM IS BAD! YOU BETTER NOT DO WHAT I THINK YOU’RE IMPLYING!
#131 AAAA! AAAA! OH. OH NO. Jared is the Boneturner and Helen is an absolute queen <3
#132 Jon saves Daisy!! Yay! She is also The Hunt, but, whatever. The tapes drew him back…
#133 The Hunt ritual, and Basira… has feelingsss. The Hunt is about the chase, not the kill.
#134 The Extinction!? NO. Also Lukas is the worst. Hate that guy.
#135 “Have I ever told you how much I hate the sun?” -Manuela Lol, The Dark, The Vast, and The Lonely funded the space expedition.
#136 Annabelle! Creepy celeb puppet. And Daisy telling Jon he’s not responsible for everything gives hope. Yes! Therapy!
#137 The Slaughter ritual & Gertrude was fond of Gerry :( The Watcher’s Crown??
#138 “And then the sky blinked.” Elias is literally the ‘no need to thank me’ meme and Jonah and Smirke knew about the 14 fears and then he dies or smthn
#139 The life and crimes of Agnes. Jon MAYBE saw Peter’s plan and- PRAISE THE LORD, JON LIKES MARTIN!!
#140 Stupid Maxwell. Also, Santa is working working with the Devine Host (/j) & we’re going on a trip! :D
#141 Salesa statement from boat guy. Oh, Jon, I see why Martin has a crush on you now. 10/10 voice acting on everyone’s part.
#142 JEEZ, JON! You gave this poor woman literal trauma! Goodness…
#143 oh, it’s Manuela! Jon looked AT the darkness and HELEN IS A SAVIOR!
#144 MARTIN! We do NOT talk to people like that! Especially Daisy! This isn’t you! The Extinction is real, I guess, but, come on! Not cool.
#145 Gertrude is COLD. Dude’s head is somewhere in the institute- uh-
#146 5 people? Goodness, Jon. He can’t control it though, can he? Helen got Marcus and Basira is off to meet with Annabelle friggin Cane.
#147 Okay. No, he can control it. I love Anna. I also got Nikola flashbacks. Oh boy.
#148 Not 5 seconds in and Elias gets assaulted. Jon is worried for Martin and he read a statement about The Eye. A.
#149 Concrete Jungle. Oh and Martin is using Lonely powers. Greaaat.
#150 Homophobic endless houses and Melanie really said “nuh uh” to her job
#151 Simon is my new husband. Uhhh. He answered Martin’s questions, yada yada, he has Lonely powers
#152 More of The Buried. Jon and Helen chat more about avatar crap.
#153 Another odd desolation flesh cult, also Trevor and chic is here and he is HUNGRY
#154 Gerry’s dead dad gives a statement. J + M both F bomb, very gay, eye gouging is the only way out. (“It’s pretty drastic.” “What you gotta gouge your eyes out or something?” “…” “…” “…” “Fuck off.” <- funniest conversation in the whole series)
#155 Guy kills others to keep himself alive + MEL IS REMOVING HER EYES- OKAY-
#156 More extinction about an abandoned park and I am very scared for Martin
#157 another extinction- OMG MEL AND GEORGIE! Did… Helen stab Jon?
#158 SO MUCH. Martin played Lukas, Daisy is feral, ELIAS IS JONAH, Not!Sasha is loose, disaster duo is here, Martin is stuck in Lonely, Gertrude wanted ‘Elias’ to kill her. WHAT.
#159 Peter shares his story, is evaporated. “I see you, Jon…”
#160
Look at the sky, Martin. It’s looking back.
I OPEN THE DOOR!
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augh it's late and i'm feeling sappy and missing people from cannon so here we go.
gerard, there is so much i want to say yet not enough space in here so i will simply continue to scream about the fact i miss you. most of the time i just loop ep111 so i can at least hear you. if i find you again, we need to find an abandoned building to explore because i very much miss doing that. also miss the old mill we used to hang out in as teens.
michael, even though you were like... 10 years older than me, you were a great friend and a good person to hang out with in the archives whenever i found myself in there for whatever reason. i definitely miss helping you with research and archive stuff. i have a somewhat standin for the gold pocket watch you gave me before you left with gertrude, and i hope you managed to hang onto that purple scarf i gave you in return.
jon, i miss your annoyed comments youd throw in when sasha, tim, and i would banter and no i will never forget the fact we got you to join in on the banter many times while you were all in research. as much as you probably think you were some kinda prick, you were actually a good person, even after you became the archive. i wish i could have helped you more in the end.
martin, god the things i could say about you. i hope you know how much i miss your damn tea, i have never been able to find a single person who makes it like you and i'm now convinced you just have magic tea powers. i hated tea until you offered me some in the library one day. changed my damn mind then and there. i do hope you found jon again after everything. and i do miss the way you did your best to take care of everyone.
sasha, i always remembered the original you even after the not-them. you were like the cool aunt mum of the archives and i loved you for it, always checking on everyone, somehow keeping tim in line, never without some sarcastic remark or quick banter to lift the mood even though you were the most responsible out of all of us.
tim, first off i don't remember where you came up with the nickname 'dasher' for me but i still use it around. definitely miss the banter and witt and sarcasm and the 'too cool for these losers' attitude. you were like a second brother to me after gerry died and even though i never got to really explain that to you before the unknowing, i want to thank you for that. for being a big brother figure that i needed at the time.
basira, daisy, melanie, i'm sorry i never got to know you all very well. i know by the time you all joined the archive i wasn't exactly in a good place and was probably a bit harsh and quick to judge, but i'm sure we all would have been friends before everything went to hell.
elias and gertrude i will do this with one go because i know for a fact i pissed both of you off rummaging around the archives and institute since i was a kid and you both never seemed to be able to get rid of me. elias, i know it was jonah and not you that did most of it, but sometimes i wish we met before any of that. maybe we would have been friends even. and gertrude. i don't think i have any words for you that i didn't already say back then. you got my brother and best friend killed and i will never forgive you for that.
at the end of the day though, i miss my brother, i miss the archive folks, imma go listen to tma again and cry!
-marcus keay (non-cannon magnus archive)
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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader
Part 36 - Part-time Hires
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It had been a long, long morning. Amy had you over at 4:30am, meaning you had to get up at 3:30am - an hour and a half earlier the usual - in order to help Emma get ready for her first day of work. Poor girl had already been put on an early-start without having learnt the ropes yet.
So, you'd been running around Amy's house for the last hour before you set off for the store, helping Emma get ready and hyping her up for the first day on the job. 'One down, 50 years to go,' you'd teased, ignoring the way her eyes had rolled and she'd tried to stifle a laugh.
You were thankful you were of an age where teenagers thought you were the peak of coolness - not old enough to really be an 'adult' yet old enough to do what felt like everything, legally - it really helped ease the affects of teenage angst Emma seemed to be lashing out with. It was never anything major, and never hurt anyone's feelings, but you could tell something was up; and you were sure her parents divorce wasn't helping either.
"So without further ado, it's my great pleasure to welcome our newest part-time employee, Emma Dubanowski." The early start had been worth it. Emma's hair was neatly done and even she had admitted she looked, and felt, better then she had thought she would for her first day on the job.
Glenn's slideshow was an odd surprise addition to the day however, 'welcome Emma' printed in bold, green letters on the Tv screen. "That's very nice of you and also very unnecessary. Oh, there's more."
"14 years ago, our Cloud 9 family got a little bigger." It had begun. A slideshow of Emma's life so far began to play on the screen, Glenn narratingover it with the story of how Emma went from a baby to being a member of staff.
"Mom!"
"I don't know how he got those pictures." Amy was aghast, confused as to where Glenn had got any of the intimate and long ago photos of Emma.
"Oh, I keep a copy of all the photos employees get developed here."
"Oh, God. It's somehow gotten worse." You slumped into your seat, cringing at idea of the sights Glenn had seen just from keeping a copy of each photo developed.
"That's horrifying." Jonah muttered beside you, avoiding your eyes as you turned your head sharply to face him, sudden realisation crossing your features as you remembered some of the things Jonah had mentioned getting developed in the store.
"Stop." You gasped, a hand hitting his shoulder as you tried to contain your laughter. "I told you we should've got them developed at Michaels."
"You don't have any of my photos, because I don't pose for them." Dina asserted, a charming smile gracing her lips as she bragged about her digital footprint - or lack thereof. "You know, if I ever got kidnapped, the police would have quite a time finding a current photo to put on the news."
"Anyway, over the years, we've watched Amy's daughter Emma grow. Who could forget the time that she lost a tooth right here in the store and Elias ate it 'cause he thought it was a Chiclet?"
"Glenn, you're drifting." Jonah murmured, forcing Glenn to conclude his impromptu life story and get back into the morning announcements.
"Oh. Okay, well, we'll finish that later. Anyway, Emma, we are so happy that you're here, and we hope you have a great first day!" Glenn dismissed the break room with a wave of his hand, the slideshow clicking off as everyone got up to start their respective shifts.
Half the break room had already cleared out when glenn finished checking over his list of announcements, settling on one scrawled in pen last minute at the bottom of the page. "Oh, also, starting today is Kelly Watson."
"Hi, everyone. I'm really excited to be here." Unfortunately, Kelly's introduction fell on deaf ears, the break room now empty aside from a few stragglers who, even then, weren't listening.
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You'd somehow convinced Amy to let Emma tag along with you - and consequently Jonah - for at least the first half of her shift, adamant that it wasn't fair for her to be thrown that far in the deep end. Amy disagreed.
However, this had so far resulted in tense small talk between Emma and Jonah as you actually got on with your work, refusing to play the older sibling role you usually would. Emma was quite dismissive of all attempts to converse he made, eyes wandering anywhere but Jonah's face as she idly put things onto the shelf; leading her to notice the coverall-clad warehouse manager before you had.
"Marcus!" Emma had left Jonah's side before you could even register who she'd called out to, her arms wrapped tightly around his waste before you could stop her. And if it hadn't been for the shout of his name from Emma's mouth, the endearing term he returned to her would've forcefully captured your attention.
"There's my girl!"
Marcus tentatively let his arm wrap around her shoulders, half-assedly hugging her back. His eyes were slow to meet yours, slowly working their way up your figure and then to your face, a small smile gracing his lips as he realised you weren't looking away.
My girl. You and Marcus had agreed to be friends, so therefore there was no reason to make things awkward. Sooner or later the butterflies would fade away and then you'd be able to look at him without wishing he was yours - today was not that day though.
"I missed you!" Emma pulled away from the brunette with a toothy smile, chin pressed to his chest as she looked up at him. "Why don't you come over with y/n anymore?"
Marcus was rendered speechless; not only at the fact he had no clue how to explain to the innocent Emma what had happened, but at the fact you'd clearly not shared the news of your seeming break up.
Maybe, there was still hope for the two of you yet.
"We've just been busy, Em." You answered for him, stepping closer to the girl and placing a hand on her shoulder, gently pulling her away from Marcus. "Even I've not been able to make the dinners weekly, you know that."
Ignoring the burning feeling in your fingertips as your hand grazed Marcus's arm, you turned Emma to fully face you. "We'll figure something okay though, okay?" At a quick nod from Emma you pushed her back in the direction of the shelf, urging her to get to work before Amy caught her slacking and took her away from you.
"So..."
"Sorry about that... Marcus." Even you saying his name was enough to get his heart practically jumping out of his chest; and he dreaded to think of the day you understood just how much of an effect you had on him.
"It's no problem y/n, really."
"So, about what happened-"
"I have to go." Marcus left without another word, not able to hear you over the beating on his own heart loud in his ears, the same heart that felt like it would jump out of his chest if he looked at you too long: thought about all the things you made him feel too long.
With a tight lipped frown, you walked back towards Emma and Jonah, ignoring the pang of hurt in your chest as you turned your back to him, avoiding Jonah's intense gaze that silently warned you he'd be brining this up later.
"So ninth grade. Fidget spinners, huh?"
Another lousy attempt at small talk from Jonah, although this time, thankfully, it was intercepted by the appearance of a less-then-pleased Amy. "Hey. Don't distract Jonah."
Emma groaned and rolled her eyes before turning to face her mother, a scowl already crossing her face. "I wasn't."
Jonah lent against the spinning display of stuffed animals, a proud smile on his face as he corrected Amy's accusation. He slung his other arm around you, giving you the hug you well needed after your brief confrontation with Marcus. "We were just gabbing."
"Go collect the clothes from the dressing rooms, then fold them, hang them, put them on the racks, and I'll come show you how to scrub down the bathrooms." Amy really wasn't cracking on her 'just like everyone else' policy, huh.
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Lose the attitude. Go." Emma walked away with a loud sigh, oblivious to how Amy was mocking her attitude the moment she turned her back.
Jonah frowned, his face scrunched in confusion as to why Amy was treating Emma so harshly - as though you hadn't been doing your most to act like you would with every other employee. "Wow. Pretty tough on her. I feel like I barely did anything my first day."
"Yeah, we all felt that way."
"I literally watched Garrett hand you the 'look like you're doing something' box. I walked with you while you pretended to do stuff." You laughed at the brunette, thinking back to his first day that felt like year ago and yesterday at the same time. So much had happened since then.
"She just has such an attitude since the divorce." Amy confirmed, explaining why she was treating Emma the way she was. "That's why I'm making her work here. I'm hoping she gets some discipline."
Jonah removed his arm from around you as he gestured at Amy, brow creased in thought. "And you're not worried that if you're too hard on her, Adam gets to be the good guy?"
"What? No."
Jonah tucked both his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet as uncertainty filled his being. "It's just that when my parents separated, they both wanted to be the favourite. I came home one day and my Dad had gotten me a ten-disc box set of Churchill speeches." A soft smile curled on his face as he thought back on what he deemed a fond memory.
"My mom dated this guy called Neil once - I think I met him a total of three times - bought me this fat stack of Pokémon cards to open and even got me flowers on Valentine's Day. I liked him more then I ever liked my mom." You concurred, backing Jonah's point despite Amy's confused look.
"Point is." Jonah continued, arm returning around you as he attempted to explain to Amy the divide that comes with having divorced parents. "I'm still closer with him than I am with my Mom. Although that might be because he doesn't send me long, pointless texts about book club."
"Yeah, see, Latino parents are different. We don't really need our kids to like us." Amy let out a whistle sigh, facing dropping to convey all seriousness as she stared at Jonah. "We just break their spirit so the world doesn't."
"Huh. And why why do you pierce your babies' ears so earl..."
Amy cut jonah off before he could even begin - and rightly so - turning and following after Emma. "I am not on a panel. This is not "ask a Latina.""
"Got it. I'll just find out on Reddit." Jonah mumbled to himself, turning back to the shelf that had been half-restocked, Emma's section barley done and yours almost complete. With a long, drawn out and unusually uncomfortable pause, jonah turned to you, lips pursed as he let out a low whistle, breaking the silence. "Are we going to talk about what happened between you and Marcus earlier?"
"Not if I can help it." You replied, turning around to work on a different portion of the shelf now that you were one man down and trying to compensate for the lack of Emma's presence - not that she was doing much to begin with.
"Why?" Jonah whined, throwing his head back with a sigh as you continued to ignore him. "It's clear he still likes you."
"Believe me, he made it very clear to me he wanted to just be friends." Jonah scoffed at your words, having seen the display just minutes ago and noticing the way Marcus had looked at you. Not that he would ever say it out loud, but he knows that look - he knows how it looks to look at you with that look - and how it feels. If Marcus didn't still have feelings for you, then Jonah's name wasn't Jonah.
"Yeah, well, trust me on this one, peach. He likes you!"
"As much as I'd like to believe you J, I won't until Marcus tells me himself - and what he has told me, is we should be friends." Before Jonah could fight against your claim even more, you offered him the crease of your elbow, adjusting your posture and asking, with your best old Englishman impression, "Coffee?"
Jonah let it slide, linking his arm in yours. "Thought you'd never ask."
The display could be finished some other time, you thought.
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"Hey, can I talk to you for a second? It's kinda personal."
Garrett had already hunted you down within the store, and had then switched your search to Jonah, his unusually quiet demeanour beginning to scare you. It wasn't like Garrett to act so... nervous or worried, and it was really beginning to stress you out.
"Yeah, sure, sure."
"Okay, well, first of all, you need to calm down." Jonah seemed far too excited for the two-on-one seemingly need-to-know basis chat, especially when considering the tense look that riddled Garretts face and creased his forehead.
"I'm calm. Calm. Just, you know, my roomie's coming to me for a little heart-to-heart." A warm, pleased smile curled onto Jonah's lips and, what you thought was a blush, filled the apples of his checks as he dismissed his excitement for the intimate conversation. "It's, uh, it's a good day. It's a really, it's a really good day."
"How come you never had this reaction when I wanted to open up to you?" You were more teasing in your words but a deeper blush filled Jonah's cheeks at the question.
"You always open up to me, peach. It's something I treasure about our friendship. But this? This is new." With a pinch to your arm, Jonah turned back to Garrett with an intense gaze, excited to hear whatever he had to say - even if it was the smallest of secrets.
"Basically, Dina and I decided together to break up. And now she's going around, she's telling everybody that she dumped me..." Your face contorted at the statement, confused as to why this was seemingly such a big deal to Garrett. Despite your feelings he cared more deeply about Dina then he said, he had been pretty adamant they were together just for the sex.
"Oh."
Garrett let out a loud sigh, hand running across his face as he came to terms with everything that had happened so far today. "Which is not true. It was mutual."
"Okay."
"Can you stop active listening?" Garrett snapped at Jonah, the brunette clamping his mouth shut and bringing a hand to his chin as he replaced his more vocal attempt at listening with a physical one.
"Just continue, Gare."
"And I feel like I want to let everyone know, but Dina's in a rough place, and I don't want it to look like I'm kicking her when she's down."
Before you could interject with - what you believed - was some sound advice, Jonah exemplified him active listening with some active recall. "Got it, okay, so unh. Let's unpack this. Uh, it sounds to me like you're looking for a way to let everybody know what happened with you and Dina without it reflecting poorly on you."
"That's exactly what I just said."
Jonah stood deep in thought, Garretts eyes rolling at the concerned look that graced the brunettes features. "Okay. That's a toughie. That is a tough, tough, toughie."
"What I think Jonah means, Gare, is that there's no way you won't look like the bad guy in this situation." You interjected, sparing Garrett and yourself the trauma of listening to Jonah's commentary of a thought process. "Besides, why do you care so much? How can you guys break up if you were never actually together?"
Garrett seemed to have had enough buttons pushed with your final question, pointing out the main issue with this whole 'break up' in the first place - that Garrett cared for Dina and the relationship they agreed upon in a more then friends with benefits way. "Okay, this isn't gonna work."
"Wait, no, no, no, no! I can do better. Let me, give me a do-over. Come back." Jonah scrambled to find a reason that would get Garrett to let him try again, determined to not lose this new level of closeness now that Garrett had opened up to him. "I'll pretend like this didn't happen."
"It's okay, J." You promised, squeezing his shoulder gently and turning him to face you, pulling him along with you as you went towards the chip aisle. "We'll get him next time, besides, I've got a plan."
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"All right. I, uh I messed up before. I'm sorry. I, I was listening, but I wasn't really hearing. So here's what we're gonna do." Jonah and you had concocted a plan to get Garrett to feel better that consisted largely of food and relaxation: Garrett's third favourite thing after you and video games. "Tonight, gonna pop open a couple brewskis, we're gonna get ourselves a nice pie pizza pie, not pecan or whatever and we are gonna watch ourselves a little movie called "Bad Boys 2" and get you through this breakup thing roomie-style."
"Roomie and y/n style." You corrected, pointing between yourself, Jonah and Garrett and the 6 pack on the customer service counter with way too much enthusiasm for Garrett right now.
"All right. That's enough." Garrett picked up the microphone, buzzing the intercom to life for a store wide announcement that you had a suspicious feelings as going to detail his version of events. "Attention, Cloud 9 employees! I am fine. Dina did not break up with me, and actually, if you want to get real about it, it was my idea. I was trying to be a nice guy."
"Garrett." You warned, even using your friends full name for a change. He was taking things too far by making an announcement on the subject, and you were sure that whatever he was to say next would only make things worse.
"I got this." He reassured, pressing the speak button on the microphone once more. "So if you want to feel bad for somebody, feel bad for Dina, 'cause she's the one seeing the shrink."
You and Jonah both gasped at the knowledge Garrett just revealed - unintentional or not, it was a low blow, and he should've just stopped while he was ahead; maybe even just have let Dina have the last word.
Garrett's face paled, aghast as he tried to talk himself out of the grave he'd just dug himself. "That was something I shouldn't have said. Sorry about that. Please pretend you didn't hear that. Have a good day."
Jonah let out a low whistle, grabbing the six pack off the counter top with the intention of returning it to where he'd got it from. "I'm gonna just put these back."
Pulling away from your beloved spot at the customer service desk, you joined Jonah, leaving Garrett to figure out he needed to apologise to Dina himself, though he seemed readily aware of that. "Yeah and it's like, totally time for me to clock out. Maybe you should do the same, Gare. Maybe take some flowers with you too - I don't know."
Garrett didn't blame the two of you for leaving after the shit show of an announcement, hanging his head in shame and thought as he figured out how he could fix things with Dina now he'd fucked up big time. "Goodnight, guys." Though Garrett didn't think either of you heard him, he said to anyway, leaving the desk in search of Dina who he owed the biggest apology to.
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The whole walk to the break room was filled with thoughts as to why on earth Garrett would say what he said, the thought so overwhelming that you didn't notice Marcus's presence in the break room until you closed your closed your locker door and found him standing on the other side, leaning against the cold metal.
"You didn't tell Emma we broke up?"
Marcus's forehead was wrinkled with confusion, arms crossed across his chest which only made them look bigger, more muscular, then usual. After staring at him for a beat too long, you looked back to your handful of things, turning and dumping them all on the nearest table and sorting through them.
"Must have slipped my mind." You muttered, hastily shoving things in your bag, knowing full well why you hadn't mentioned it to Emma. Through out the whole store rebuild, you'd been able to make excuses about Marcus's absence in your life, holding out on the thought you'd talk in person and fix things - and while that hadn't happened it was months too late to explain it to Emma now. "What does it matter?"
"Y/n..." Despite the soft look on his face, Marcus's tone of voice had a certain edge to it that worried you. Suddenly, he couldn't hold your gaze, and begin to fidget where he stood. "We're not together anymore, that's why it matters. Poor kids going to get confused."
"I don't know, Marcus." Dropping whatever you had been trying to shove into your bag, you let out a sigh, hands gripping the table as your head dropped. "Maybe because I thought things would be different."
Marcus's entire demeanour changed at that, moving away from the lockers he had leaned against to move closer to you. Apprehensive in his movements, Marcus reached out for you, sure this was the sign he'd been looking for that things could be salvaged between the two of you, however, his hand dropped as you turned to face him, not wanting to take things too far or out of context. It was better this way, he assured himself.
"Maybe they still can be."
It was all you'd wanted to hear, that things could be fixed, and that the two of you could go back to how things used to be - nights spent cuddled up in your apartment, eating take out with a movie on in the background, far too lost in the other to really focus on the film - but then you thought back to your last conversation in the break room, and those good times in your apartment seemed too far away to reach. "Well, from what I recall, you made it pretty clear you wanted to be friends."
Marcus frowned, arms folding across his chest again as he stepped closer to you. "I don't recall you disagreeing." He'd said it as soft spoken as he could, though the words rubbed you wrong, something about them feeling insincere as feelings of insecurity bubbled within you. Things were too far gone to be fixed, you'd been sure of it and now this? This seemed unreal - and not in the good way.
"I don't recall you asking." You spat, picking up your bag and hauling it onto your shoulder, coat being held in your hands as turned away from him, leaving the break room with a big bubble of hurt in your chest. You'd heard exactly what you wanted from Marcus and yet, it didn't change anything for you; you didn't feel any better about what had happened or your relationship with Marcus. Why?
Marcus stood in shock in the break room, hands tucked into the pockets of his coveralls as he stared longingly at the door. The perfect opportunity had arisen for things to be worked out, and yet, they hadn't been. You'd both practically confessed to how you'd wished you'd still been together, and yet you weren't. Why?
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As you walked through the back of the store, coat half on and bag slung loosely over your shoulder, you noticed Glenn gleaming down at a seemingly afraid new hire. What was her name again? Kathy? Katie? Chloe?
"Yeah. Just, tomorrow, try and remember to clock in, 'cause that way, you'll get paid. But, you know, great dry run." Glenn patted her shoulder roughly, a tight lipped smile covering his face before walking away, ignoring they way she spluttered her way to an explanation. "Good night!"
"Kelly, is it?" The blonde slumped-in-defeat posture quickly straightened as she realised she wasn't the only person in the room, hands smoothing down the front of her outfit before she turned to face you. "You not clock in today?"
"Nobody told me." With a deep frown, she avoided your gaze, assuming you were here to dig into her just like Glenn had. "I didn't have to do it at my old job so-"
"Hey, it's no stress." You dismissed with a shake of your head, reaching your hand out to her which she carefully held, unsure at where you were going with this. "We'll go jimmy the machine for you, it's not too hard."
"What?" Kelly hadn't seen a glimmer of kindness in the St Louis store on her first day - which had been mostly spent confused and alone - now however, she was beginning to think she may like it here much more then she first thought.
"Yeah, I figured out how to do it a while back." You replied enthusiastically, holding the blondes hand tightly as you directed the pair of you towards the clock in machine. "I forget to clock in all the time - unless I see someone else doing it - doesn't mean I should be docked my hard earned pay, right?"
"Right." Kelly pulled out her clock in card at your request, placing it gently in the palm of your hand so that you could click her in and fix her earlier mistake. "I'm Kelly... but you already knew that."
"Y/n." You smiled back at the shorter girl, handing back the clock in card as the screen lit up green showing the success to your efforts. "Welcome to cloud 9, Kelly. I'm sure you'll come to love it here."
The blondes eyes didn't leave yours as a wide smile curved onto her lips for the first time today. "Yeah, I think I will."
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I have made a serious and continuous lapse in my judgement and😔😔😔😔 Jk
So..... 3 months was quite the unexpected hiatus
my boyfriend of two years broke up with me and then I had this rebound Christmas fling and then I had my mock exams and amongst other things it's been a pretty hectic few months. But I'm here!!!!! And hopefully back with some more passion for writing again and a semi-regular upload schedule.
With the new year I hope to bring some new beginnings - so....... going to try a bi-weekly Wednesday uploads for SOTS and hopefully bi-weekly Friday requests uploads 😩😩😩 let's see how well that goes lol (I've had a Jonah fix ready for 5 MONTHS just haven't edited it 😭😭)
Thank you for all of your support and patience with me!!! Love you guys <33 and, as always, have a lovely week!!!!
(We can all thank the completion of this part finally due to a Marcus edit I saw on TikTok 🙏🏼🙏🏼 I saw it and was like "that's my white boy!!!! I miss him!!!!)
#sitting on the shelf marcus white x reader#marcus white imagine#marcus superstore#marcus white#superstore x reader#superstore imagine#superstore marcus x reader#marcus white x reader
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Learning to Live (And to Die)
by lixar
A Caitlyn Kiramman Struggles through a world of both failures and successes - but in her world, that could mean life or death. Going from a... mainly ordinary kid to a crime-fighting vigilante is stressful, and so is navigating a world that wants to see her fail, both as herself and her crime-fighting persona - but that's boring, we want the good stuff!
So, we find our Caitlyn in the midst of an intense battle... against one guy armed with a Draco. Riveting, I know.
Words: 1993, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), Spider-Man - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, Other
Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Marcus (Arcane: League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Finn (Arcane: League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Firelights Members (Arcane: League of Legends), Grayson (Arcane: League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman, Tobias Kiramman, J. Jonah Jameson
Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends)/Mel Medarda
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Spider-Man Fusion, Ruger Marlin 1895 Guide, Sig Sauer P210, Colt Python - Freeform, Glock 17, 's, Caitlyn and Jayce are Siblings (League of Legends), Autistic Caitlyn (League of Legends), Caitlyn Needs a Hug (League of Legends), and a break, Jayce is a Menace (League of Legends), he's also a man-whore, Flashbacks, Everyone Needs A Hug, some people die, Shimmer (Arcane: League of Legends), Drug Addiction, Cannon-Typical Classism, Cats, Caitlyn Get's A Cat, Eventual Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Spider-Cait, She's fucking spider-man what else do you want from me ???, Stay Strapped or Get Clapped, Cait's a Photographer, just like... btw, Jonah Jameson isn't as mean in this, He's Loud Though
from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'
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Sandra: “I’m not pregnant.”
Glenn: “Oh God, am I too late?”
Jeff: “I’m very confused.”
Marcus: “Wait, so you [ pointing to Jeff ] didn’t knock her up?
Jeff: “No, I’m gay.” [ everyone gasps ]
Glenn: “Oh, yeah right, you’re gay, and I’m Lorenzo Lamas.”
Jeff: “Well, I am. I’m gay.”
Glenn: “But you’re so..blah.”
Dina: “Wait, then who’s dating Sandra?”
Sandra: “I made it up. I haven’t been dating anyone.”
Glenn: [ looking at Jeff ] “I mean, nothing here pops at all.”
Jonah: “Why would you make something like that up?”
Myrtle: “‘Cause she’s a maniac.”
Sandra: “At first it was a misunderstanding, and then I just started liking the attention. For the first time in my life, I was a star.”
Mateo: “I’m the one who’s been dating Jeff. Okay- the whole time. Me me me me me!”
Jeff: “We were keeping that between us.”
Glenn: “I just don’t get it. If you can be gay, that means ANYONE can be gay!”
Superstore, S2E17 “Wellness Fair”
#superstore#nbc superstore#sandra#glenn sturgis#marcus white#glenn ran STRAIGHT into the entire point lol#get it?#happy pride 🌈#lgbtq
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Imagine: The whole store shipping you and Marcus but nothing happening between the two of you until the last day when you try to say goodbye to eachother.
Warning/s: Nope not really.
Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibes and @one-edgy-bitch
From the day you and Marcus were both hired, its seemed that everyone and everything around was pushing the two of you together. You were trained together, your lockers were right by each other in the breakroom and that usually lead to the two of you sitting together in there too and walking out side-by-side, and even when Marcus started working exclusively in the warehouse- you somehow managed to get yourself being sent to tell him stuff whenever Dina or Glenn needed some information passed over.
And it didn't help that everyone around you seemed to weirdly invested in your relationship- and there was some chemistry at the beginning, but it never really became more than some flirting at the start and then a good friendship. That did not stop Garret from calling you over the speaker to come 'Collect your husband, because he's being irritating', and Sandra 'aw'-ing when Marcus would pass you part of his lunch. It seemed to become a running joke, that the two of you were basically married. It was uncomfortable, at first, but eventually you just got used to it.
You were best friends- so why should it be weird? It shouldn't. It was fine! Besides, it did get Tate off your case when he started to get in on it, too. That was a plus. You would rather be fake-dating Marcus then real-dating Tate.
Nevertheless- you and Marcus were really never anything but friends. You love him, but... only as a friend.
That doesn't mean this day is any less hard. Saying goodbye to everyone has been heartbreaking. You've done Glen, Amy, Garret, Jonah, Isaac, Justine, Cheyanne, Matteo, Sandra, Dina, and Sayid... basically everyone you could possibly think of to say goodbye to before you... well, before you had to get to Marcus.
When you finally do run into him, he's chugging down one of the remaining sodas directly out of the fridge, door still open as he leans on the frame. Taking a deep breath, you walk over and reach in to grab yourself a drink. "Oh, hey Y/N... "
"Hey... " You give a smile, tapping awkwardly at the top of the can with your nails.
For a few moments, the two of you stand in silence, sipping your sodas; You leaning on your back against one of the closed doors and him on his shoulder against the door next to yours, facing you.
"So... are we gonna do it?" Marcus finally pipes up again after he finishes the last of his drink.
Shrugging, you turn to rest on your shoulder and face him back. "I guess."
"... I'm gonna miss working with you- pal." The word is awkward as always, rolling off of his tongue and it makes you grin and giggle.
"You too, buddy." The words are light hearted, but your heart is feeling as heavy as it can be. Sure- you'll still talk to each other! You'll stay in contact! But it wont be the same, and who even knows if it'll even last... "I really will."
He shakes his head slowly, giving a sad smile. "... Not as much as I'm gonna."
"Oh no, we're not playing this game, White." You shake your head, and hold up a stern finger that makes him grin. "... But I do like to hear how much you love me." Grinning back, you feel a terrible lump starting to rise in the back of your throat.
"Well, I do. You're my best friend, you know? My own Grace."
"Like Will & Grace?"
"Exactly like Will and Grace."
Somehow the two of you had gotten a lot closer, leaning forward throughout the conversation. You only realise, because you can feel his breath on your face. His goofy grin drops, and you think he's gonna step back- but he doesn't. All of a sudden it feels like something shifts between you two, like something that was always there... just hidden... comes out. And you feel a different kind of nerves flicker to life all over your body.
"Not... not exactly, like Will & Grace... " You whisper, just wondering how he would respond to that; Whether he feels it too?
"Ah no, not... exactly... like that... "
"I mean- I mean, you're not gay, so... " You're quick to add, a last ditch attempt to keep things the way they've always been between you two even as a part of you suddenly screams for you to just wreck it.
He looks so cute, now. And did his eyes just flicker to your mouth?? Are you crazy??? "No, I'm not. I- I think I'm Bi, actually. I talked to Matteo, and- " You lick your lips, just to wet them, no ulterior motive at all, just because they feel so so dry right now, and Marcus seems to short circuit when he sees. "I mean- that's not the point right now. Ha, I... I love you. I mean!- No, yeah, I love you, you're my best friend, and, uh... "
Boy, your face is feeling hot right now. And your heart is thumping hard against your chest, and suddenly you just want to kiss him.
So, taking a deep breath, you step fully into Marcus' space, feeling the electricity just under your skin crackle, fizz and wake up. You then wrap your arms carefully, oh-so-nervously over his shoulders and he collects your waist in his familiar hands. Slowly you lean towards each other, hesitantly as a couple of the times you both stop on the way and wonder if you're really doing this, or just to smile reassuringly like this'll be fine...
It feels like it takes forever, but then your lips connect and god- you feel fireworks. The kiss immediately gets hotter, your hands moving to his neck while he suddenly tugs you fully against him, and backs you up against the fridge door. You're just thinking his tongue tastes like the soda you were just drinking when a cacophony of noise erupts alarmingly close to the two of you and you spring apart like caught teenagers- Marcus looking like a deer in headlights as you both turn around to see what the noise was.
... It was Sandra. She dropped a box of odds and ends apparently when she saw the two of you and they scattered all over the floor. "FINALLY!!" The exclaims, gesturing to the two of you, before turning right around an rushing, assumedly to the customer service desk.
"Oh- Hold on- Sandra!- " You try to call after her, just knowing she's going to tell Garret and he's going to, embarrassingly enough, announce what Sandra saw over the intercom.
But she's too fast.
"Hey," As soon as Marcus takes your hand again he's got your full attention back, and you could not care less what Garret announces. A broad, goofy grin is on Marcus' face and you love it. "... Wanna try that again?"
Quickly you nod. "Oh yeah, absolutely."
"C'mon." He nods, and you all-too-happily allow him guide you back.
#Superstore Imagine#Superstore#Superstore x Reader#Imagine#Marcus White#Marcus White x Reader#Superstore Marcus
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Rooms on Fire: Something In The Night
Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader
Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader
Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader
Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader
Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual
Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist
Spotify playlist
Summery: Ben shows his true colors
Warnings and Content:
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.
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"Well, nothing is forgotten or forgiven When it's your last time around Well, I got stuff running 'round my head That I just can't live down When we found the things we loved Were crushed and dying in the dirt We tried to pick up the pieces And get away without getting hurt But they caught us at the state line Burned our cars in one last fight And left us running, burned and blind Chasing something in the night." ~Something In The Night, Bruce Springsteen.
Jonah lit his third cigarette of the day as he walked into the jail block, stumbling a bit as he turned the corner.
“Drunk already, Jonah?” Marcus was here, bright and early. Realistically, Marcus should have the head of the guard position, and Jonah had said as much but Beatriz said absolutely not. She knew she had Jonah under her thumb. Jonah tried to explain Marcus was trustworthy, that he wouldn’t do anything to endanger his daughter, but nothing.
“In my defense, it’s the same drunk as last night.” He flopped in is chair, pulling his hat over his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back. You’d think being Gods special fuck toy and being forced to participate in all night orgies meant not having to work in the morning, but somehow, it didn’t.
Marcus gave a sympathetic hum, but didn’t dwell on it. As much as Marcus knew Jonah hated, fucking hated the orgies, he knew he didn’t want to talk about it. Jonah had seen things he never wanted to, seen the 4 boys he’s known most of their lives having sex, sometimes with each other. It’s disgusting, and he tries not to see it.
Sometimes, as he’s having sex with Beatriz, a woman who forced him into sexual slavery and had his wife killed, who tried to have his daughter killed and hangs her safety over his head every day, he thinks it’d be better if he was dead. If he drank until he couldn’t anymore and fell asleep and never woke up. If he took out his shaving razor and sliced himself open.
But then there was Iris. He couldn’t leave her, Beatriz would almost certainly punish her. Right now, she was doing well. Training to be a house mother, which she liked, compared to other things. Beatriz was talking about marrying her to Frank, which was the last fucking thing Jonah wanted for his girl, to bring her into this house built on burnt carcasses and seal her fate. Jonah survived her for 20 years because he was compliant. Iris’s mouth would lead to her death.
So, for Iris, Jonah trekked on, getting by with obscene amounts of booze and sex. And Marcus. Marcus made the days bearable, long stretches where he could see Iris, longer times where she wouldn’t talk to him. Iris thought he cheated on her mom with Beatriz, that he had some grand roll here, and Jonah couldn't explain the truth. How could he tell his daughter that he’d been so pathetic to let this happen to him for 20 years?
“Jonah.”Marcus’s voice brought him back, a soothing low timber that always calmed Jonah’s nerves. Marcus was a man of few words, but his presence was a comfort. There was something comforting about him, something that put everyone around him at ease. He had a girl he loved too. Marcus’s wife died a few years ago, resulting in the girl being moved to the girls dormitories early, but that was longer than what Jonah had with Iris. All of 2 days alone before his infant was taken away and Jonah moved into the mansion permanently. Marcus adored his daughter, and she adored him in turn. He was a good dad, visiting as often as he was allowed, often finding reasons to go to the girls dormitory so he could “just happen to” run into her. When they did, she’d run up to him squeezing “daddy!!!!” and Marcus would scoop her into his arms. If Jonah saw Iris, many times she’d walk the other way. It depended on her mood.
“Sorry…” Jonah mumbles. “Kinda in my head.”
Marcus hums, sipping his coffee as well. “C’mon. Delilah is moving in in an hour.”
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Unfortunately for Jonah, Will’s fiance was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen in his life. When the courtship started and Delilah made a near daily appearance at the mansion, Jonah tried to stamp down the festering feelings in his stomach. She was sweet, a bright patch in the dreary world, and she treated him like an actual person. When her eyes were on him, he felt more than when Beatriz went down on him. Sparks he only felt while… well, while with Marcus, but that was different. Marcus was his friend, of course.
Delilah was someone Decon Tom introduced to Will, or rather, brought to his attention. She was devout, angelic, innocent beauty,
It all began as most bad things did for him, in the kitchen getting a snack. Delilah walked in, a skimpy little night dress and looking so, so pretty.
“Hi.” She smiles at him, making Jonah blush. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Ever since she moved in, Jonah’s been keeping his distance. It’s safer that way. He blushes and looks down at the bread he’s buttering, shaking his head. “I think it’s best.”
A step closer. “But I miss our late night talks…”
“I don’t… I don’t think those are appropriate…”
Another. She’s next to him now, the heat of her body warming the chill of anxiety through him. This was dangerous. This was bad.
Very fucking bad.
Not bad enough to stop though.
When Delilah’s hand touched his back, it was all over for him.
For months they carried out their affair, sneaking in fuck sessions between wedding planning and Will making her scream loud enough Jonah could hear, forcing jealousy to bubble in his stomach because she always had to stifle her moans with him, hushed orgasmed pressed into pillows, bites marks for something to latch onto to. She was perfect. It started as somewhere to relieve the tension that had been building from- no one in particular, certainly not the bear of a man sitting across from him right now, staring him down.
“You need to get your shit together, Hanson.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Then why did I see Delilah leaving your room at 3 am?”
Jonah blushed, but in his slightly drunken state, he couldn’t help but find it a little funny. Was Marcus jealous?
“Why do you care?”
Marcus slammed his hand down on the table, anger mixed with something a little more… desperate, on his face. “This is serious Jonah! We’re trying to do something here!”
Jonah narrowed his eyes at that, shoes squeaking against the cheap linoleum floors. “What the fuck do you mean?”
With a big sigh, Marcus pinched his brow. “I need you to listen to me very carefully. Things are… going to change. Tom and I are planning something, and we need you to be a part of it. We can’t do this without you.” He looks up, brown eyes connecting directly with Jonah. “We’re killing Beatriz.”
The ensuing conversation devolved into an argument. Jonah didn’t have any loyalty to Beatriz, but there was no part of him that thought they could pull this off. So what if they killed her? Jonah had considered killing her many, many times over the years, but if she was dead, the hydra would grow 4 new heads. If they somehow managed to kill all 4 brothers, there were many still loyal to the Garcia family.
“You have to think of Iris, Jonah!” Marcus called after him as Jonah began to walk away, but this made him whip around to face his friend.
“I am!” He shouts. “Every fucking thing I do is for her! You think I wanna live like this? You think I enjoy those orgies and Breatiz using me every night? You think I like watching all this violence and the boys I’ve known since kids turn into monsters? No! But if I act out, she’ll kill her!” His voice cracks, eyes pleading for understanding. “She can’t suffer because of me, Marcus… Iris… is better than all this.”
Marcus’s shoulders relax, voice softening as he tries to convince him. “Jo, I know you’re scared. You don’t think I’m worried about my girl getting blowback? But, man I just- you gotta see what’s going on here. You really want Iris married to Morales? Is that what you want?”
“No! I- fuck, Marcus. It could be worse. Frank is a good guy-”
“He’s got no backbone, if she marries him she’ll be subjected to everything the others want! She’ll be raped and beat, just like Delilah!”
“SHUT UP!!!” With that, he was gone.
That night, Jonah was called to Beatriz’s room. This wasn’t unusual, but an itch was still in his head that something was overheard. That he was in trouble. That Marcus was. If Beatriz knew anything, she didn’t say. Instead, she had him pressed up against the wall, grinding her body on him.
“Come on, where;s your head at? You aren’t even kissing me, baby.” Beatriz complains, touching and kissing his lean body.
Jonah tries to get into it, to slip away into his head, escape his body and not exist anymore as Beatriz pulled Jonah’s shirt over his head. Her touch was harsh, a burning grip but after 20 years she knew how to make him feel good. It wasn’t the touch he wanted, but it was what he had, so he took it. Beatriz fucked him with a strap on, Jonah’s hands gripping the sheet and feeling out of body.
Some days, he could pretend it was something else. When things were going good, he could almost fool himself into believing he was in love. Beatriz was beautiful, and there was a reason she could build such a massive following. She had a way with people, a charisma Jonah couldn’t deny. Sometimes, he would feel they were a family, that Santiago, Frankie, Will, and Ben were their kids and things were good.
Then he’d be at an orgy, and he can hear the boys he raised having sex.
Then Beatriz would fly off the handle, maybe because of coke or booze or just another manic episode.
Then they’d watch somebody burn alive while members of the cult danced to their screams.
Then Jonah would end up with his arm broken or a knife in his arm.
Then he’d hear Frankie having sex with Santi, or Ben, and he’d have to try and stop then from hearing each other or keep Beatriz away from the rooms. Homosexuality wasn’t frowned upon in the same way it had been before, it wasn’t a sin, but it was considered unnatural. Something that was more or less harmless for fun (the orgies were a bisexual shitshow) but you weren’t supposed to be in love. Sex, marriage, it was intended for procreation.
In post-sex coitus, Jonah could push all this away. He could hold a beautiful woman in his arms and focus on the orgasmic bliss they’d shared. Beatriz hadn’t hurt him, this time.
“I think we should officially announce Iris and Frankie’s engagement tomorrow. Call a special assembly.”
After over 20 years of having to keep calm in these situations, Jonah’s blood pressure remained steady. Beatriz rested her head on his chest, after all. Sometimes Jonah wondered if that was on purpose.
Jonah thought back to everything he’d endured in this house, all the death and people beaten bloody he’s witnessed. A house full of sins and ghosts. Iris, she couldn’t be here. She would be subjected to the orgies that were just gang rape if you weren’t about it. She would have to walk the glass floors Jonah tiptoed on every day trying not to set off Beatriz. She’d be prime real estate for Santi and Ben, those little gremlins who took after their mother.
He couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t make her live like he had, a sex slve to the powerful.
“Yeah, I think we should.”
*
Marcus was having a picnic with his daughter in the field. It was his day off, and was spending every single minute with her. She a shy little thing so different from Iris. Iris was born without fear, Screaming to the world and she never stopped, not once. It was a miracle she was alive. Marcus’s kid was different. Subdued much like him, quiet, except for her tantrums. Jonah had never gotten to know her, he never could, much like Marcus had never gotten to know Iris. Outside of work, they didn’t spend much time together, they couldn’t. The less weaknesses to be exploited, the better. Hell, Jonah had even managed to convince Beatriz that he didn’t have much attachment to Iris, that Santi and Frankie, who he’d known since infanthood, were more important to him than his daughter. This was at the expense of Iris believing it too.
Marcus, however, loved the little girl he rescued. His adopted daughter was the entire world to him since his wife died, and he doted on her every chance he got. The child was considered a problem by most people, prone to meltdown and screaming when things didn’t go her way. This had gotten better the older she got, able to control those emotions better, but had resulted in her being very insecure. She was 12 now, and had no friends. The other girls called her weird. Marcus said she was just quiet.
This place would eat her alive.
When Marcus saw him watching, he frowned, telling something to his daughter. She looked at him with curious eyes, but said nothing as MArcus approached, out of earshot.
“What are you doing?” Marcus asked, a mix of annoyance and concern. People weren’t supposed to know they were friends.
Jonah’s eyes never left the girl. “I’ll do it. For her. For Iris.”
A moment of silence. “We’re doing this for you too, Jonah.”
*
It was Jonah’s job to get her away. The bedroom, of course, was secure, so Jonah was supposed to take her to a room where he was going to have a surprise for her. Tom would kill her, while other guards who’ve turned kill the four boys, framing Santi’s death as a suicide. Jonah tried to argue against Frankie’s death, but Marcus said he was too loyal, too dangerous. Delilah, Will’s fiance, would be announced by Decon Tom as the heir, and she would slowly dissolve the cult into a democracy.
That was the plan, of course.
But when Jonah closed the door the room, leaving Beatriz wide-eyed and scared as Tom approached, he had the sinking feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.
And it wasn’t.
Marcus had underestimated Ben’s insanity on coke, what he’d do to protect his family. Naked and high as a kite, Ben acted as a Berzerker and went feral, tearing a guard apart who’d tried to kill Frankie. He literally tore out his throat with his teeth. Will was more rational, remaining calm in crisis as he fought off others, while Frankie and Santi grabbed the hidden guns, because of course they brought guns to an orgy. Everyone was killed, traitors and guest, not knowing who was there to distract them.
After leaving Beatriz to die, he found Delilah, begging her to run away, that they can find Iris and just fucking run. He’d protect her, he’d finally protect them both.
Then Will and Ben, frantic and anxious, burst in the room to find Will’s fiance kissing Jonah, and it was all over.
Delilah was shot before Jonah could even move, square in the forehead as she gasped. Will wasn’t supposed to be alive. Now she wasn’t either.
*
Jonah walked into the dark jail room, several cells filled with people found complicit in the attempted uprising, in the death of the Divine Mother, the attempted assasination of the gods. Today was execution day, and first on the docket was Marcus.
The older man opened his eyes as he lay on the bench too small for his large body. In his 50’s, Marcus was a force to be reconned with, and could take Jonah easily in hand to hand. Unfortunately for him, Jonah had a gun.
No one could prove Jonah had anything to do with the uprising, and only Marcus, Tom and Delilah knew. Delilah and Tom were dead, and Marcus, of course, didn’t give anything in. Even under the torture Will delivered, he didn’t incriminate Jonah, even though thats what Will was looking for.
Will Miller wanted him dead, but Santiago was torn. Santi was absolutely batshit insane, but he did care about a few people. His brother, for one, his mom, and to some extent, Jonah. He knew he should have him killed as well, but held onto sentimentality. Jonah was the only dad he’d ever known. Like an angel and a devil, Will and Frankie argued Jonah’s fate until Santi made his decision.
“I’m sorry, Marcus. I’m really fucking sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Marcus grumbled in turn, grunting as he sat up.
But Jonah was desperate, anxiety filling him day after day after day, a stumble to his steps from constantly drunkenness, a pain in his heart he couldn’t handle. He’d lost Delilah. He was losing Marcus. And worst of all now, Iris was going to suffer. “I’m gonna protect her. Your little girl, I’ll keep an eye on her, make sure she’s safe, she’s happy, I’m gonna do right by you-”
“You can’t, Jo.” Marcus stood up, wrapping his large, thick hands around the bars. His eyes were intense on Jonahs. His face held a weariness showing his age. “No one can know you have any connection to her, or it’s gonna backfire, you know this.”
“But-”
“What’s happening to Iris, hm? How’s she being punished? I know she is.”
A tightness filled Jonah’s chest, crushing guilt, a fear there was nothing he could do to fix. He couldn’t even protect his own daughter, nonetheless someone else’s. “She’s… moving into the house. She’s gonna be the maid, cook, all that…”
Marcus nodded. “She’s be used to control you. I can’t have that happen to my girl.”
Tears were rare for Jonah. He’d lost the ability years ago, but there was burning behind his eyes. “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t be alive. I should turn myself in-”
A strong grip pushed through the bars, holding his shirt. “You need to fucking get it together, Jonah. I’m going to die, but those girls don’t have to. More innocents don’t have to! You’re gonna be close here, you still have power. That little prick loves you. Use that, find another way to end this!”
But Jonah didn’t want to. Jonah wasn’t a doer, he wasn’t a leader. He was a soldier. He couldn’t plan an uprising, anything he did would leader to his daughter’s death and the death of many more, like it did this week.
“I’m sorry.” Jonah repeated, and Marcus sighed, pressing his face to the bars. Jonah did the same, seeking comfort through a rare touch that wasn’t pain.
“It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s okay.”
After delivering Marcus to the pyre and giving his hand one quick squeeze, Jonah took his place. The close you were to the person being killed, the closer in the circle you went. The boys didn’t know Marcus was his best friend, but Jonah did work with him, as he did majority of those being executed today. This would not be his last dance.
Deep in the circle, Jonah saw her. The young girl Marcus did all this for, a child forced to dance at her fathers death. Marcus tried to stay quiet, trying to make it easier for his girl, but soon he became to scream, and the girl danced harder. She desperately tried to show her loyalty, the only way to keep herself safe, to dilube herself into believing her dad was a traitor to God herself.
And she danced.
And he danced.
And then he avoided her for ten years.
*
He was going to kill Benjamin Miller.
All rational was gone, all understand of taking it slow or requesting help, making a plan, or escaping with Iris was gone. It didn’t matter, all he saw was red. Ben was raping her. His baby. His daughter. There was no way in this planet that Iris would cheat on Rey, especially not with Ben of all fucking people. She was being forced.
When he burst into the amory, Ben wasn’t there. But Will was.
“WHERE THE GODDAMN FUCK IS YOUR BROTHER!”
This, of course, ended poorly for Jonah. He was bested, considering his gun had been revoked, and Will as always armed, leaving Jonah on the floor staring down the barrel.
“I see you found out, huh?”
“That your brother is a rapist? Yeah. I did, you sick fuck!” Jonah shouts, but Will rolled his eyes.
“Don’t play dumb, old man. You knew what he was.”
“No, I-”
“You knew damn well. Yeah, most women fell on their knees for him, but I think you knew he forced his way through more than a few times. It’s hard to say no to a god. Melody, remember her? The assasination? You know damn well why that happened. You only care now because it’s Iris.”
A pause. “That’s not fucking true.” But it didn’t have the conviction he needed it to have.
“Lets cut the shit.” Will bent down, gun still on his face ready to blow. “I have a deal for you.”
*
Jonah was going to be sick. He was drunker than belief, as drunk as he could get without blacking out. It was the only way he was going to get through this.
“Make her scream.” Those were his instructions. “Just make her scream, I’ll come in and save her, beat the shit out of you so she thinks you’re dead. Then, you and Iris can leave.”
Will wanted to scare you. To make you distrust the outside world, only trust him and his brothers. He didn’t want to have to worry about you and Reyansh, or any other man. He didn’t want to have to fear you walking down the halls, again and again and again. You weren’t the smartest sometimes, naive, so he wanted you to understand the danger of others. Ironic, considering your skin was mangled from Santiago.
It was for Iris. It had to be for Iris. he had to put is guilt aside and make you think he’s going to rape you.
“Do whatever you need to do. Touch her, hit her. Fuck, if you need to actually get inside her, just do it. Whatever it takes.”
“You’re disgusting. You’re willing to let me rape your wife, a 22 year old girl just to teach her a lesson?”
“It’s for her own good, Hanson. Now, you’re trying to kill my brother, so maybe it’s Iris I really need to scare?”
He wouldn’t rape you. He wouldn’t hit you. He wasn’t even going to touch you anywear untoward. When you refused to scream, he asked why and your response broke his heart. You didn’t want them to kill him. He should have cut a different deal with Will. Iris could leave with Rey, and Will could actually kill him. He’d wanted to for years, Jonah knew. Everyone is happy. Except you, probably, left alone with a house of psychopaths. But he had to think of Iris. She was here because of him. She was being punished because of him. If Jonah didn’t do this, she’d die because of him.
He stumbled in the kitchen, where he knew you’d be, dressed in a skimpy nightgown because everything else bothered your skin. Your belly was full, swelling out far enough it pushed out the fabric of your dress.
“Jonah-oh- I… was gonna take you up on the pancakes…”
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ahhh thank you so much!! could i please request a marcus smut with a younger, slightly chubby reader? like the plot is that they’re sneaking around the store and trying not to let people know, but someone sees them. maybe with a breeding kink as well? thank you so so much, your writing is immaculate and i love it so much! 😫😫
Honk yeah! Reader is 19, marcus his actor is 51?!? But lets just pretend marcus is 23. Reader is chubby and 5'7, marcus is 6'2
ALSO THANK YOUU:) was kinda tempted to like write the person catching them to join in, but if you want a part two with that happening please feel free to request. Also is kinda short im sorry!
MINORS DNI smut daddy kink ;) some angst for jonah
Marcus white x reader
3rd pov
You sneakily look over at marcus who was already staring at you before he nods his head to the warehouse that he probably cleared out
You turn to cheyenne who smiles, shes the only one who knows about you and marcus "go on ill cover" she says
You walk past garrett who smiles at you "hey pretty where you going?" He asks "oh gotta check something in the warehouse" you lie with a smile
Garrett just smirks, having figured it out already, he makes eyecontact with cheyenne and they both smile happy for their friend
Before you enter the warehouse jonah walks up to you "hey y/n" he says with a smile and a hand to the back of his neck "i was wondering if" he starts but marcus cuts him off
"Oh hey y/n you uh here for that skin stuff?" He asks "oh hey jonah man didnt see you" he says punching his shoulder
"Oh i was actually just gonna ask y/n something" jonah says looking between you two "i was wondering if you wanted to maybe get some drinks with me? Maybe?" Jonah stutters out
"bro you didnt know?" Marcus asks jonah "y/n totally has like a scary giant boyfriend, beat up a guy once for looking at her" he says
Jonah's head snaps to me his eyes filled with concern "that doesnt sound healthy y/n do you need help getting out of it?" He asks but you shake your head "no, marcus is being dramatic, he just told the guy off" you say with a glare to your boyfriend
"Oh okay! Thank god, because i would worry if you where dating someone who was so possesive" jonah says before pointing to garrett "garrett needs me so im gonna" and runs off
Marcus pulls you into the warehouse, his hands wrap around your waist and he pushes you against a table "god do i wanna punch that guy" he says before lifting you up so your on top of the table, him between your legs
"Im gonna fucking take you right here, i dont care who sees or who hears, you are mine. Might just have to fuck a baby into you so everyone knows you belong to me" marcus says while leaving wet kisses on your throat
His hands go under your skirt and pull off the shorts you have on under, he slides your panties to the side and taking out the vibrator he put in your cunt this morning, to tease you during work
He quickly pulls down his overalls and pulls his cock out, he slides it into you making you moan "god daddy" he stops
"D-daddy?" He sputters out, you blush and look away "im sorry it just came out" you say and go to get away but he lifts you up with ease, his hands digging into your soft waist, your legs wrapping around his waist
"You want daddy to fuck you huh? You want daddy to fuck a baby into you?" He asks while bouncing you in his arms
You mewl "yes please, i wanna make you a dad, daddy" you confess making him growl, he lays you back down on the table and rips your tanktop down revealing your tits to him, he starts pounding into you, his hand wraps around your throat and his other hand goes to your clit
"Y/n? Marcus?" A shocked voice asks "what the hell?"
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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.
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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 Four
Chapter Five: No Role Models
It was Thursday, and Marcus was over again. I tried to cut myself off, but it just wasn’t working. The man knew how to fuck.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
Marcus groaned. “Shit…!”
My legs were up on his shoulders, or really, his chest, because of the height difference, and I could feel everything. There was no way I was turning this man down anytime soon.
“Fuck, oh, fuck…!” Marcus hissed.
Until, of course…
“Fuck, you feel so good, Erica…”
I swear in that moment, you could’ve heard a pin drop. Both of us went dead silent. We didn’t necessarily separate, but it all stopped. I stopped what I was doing, and he stopped thrusting altogether.
“Excuse me…?” I questioned.
I was stunned. Flabbergasted. I had no idea what to say. I had no idea how to react. What was I supposed to say?! Marcus had just called me his ex-girlfriend’s name in the middle of sex, something I barely knew was even possible, and I was still reeling from his last stroke. He looked at me in horror, immediately trying to explain himself.
“Sophie—!”
I got up off the bed, standing in front of him both angry and butt-naked, which was a horribly humiliating commination.
“Oh, now you remember?!” I demanded, throwing the shirt he’d taken off on my bed at him.
He just stood there and took it, letting the shirt hit the ground as he desperately tried to find a way to make it up to me. But I wasn’t having it. This was my last straw; I wasn’t that spineless. I ignored him with determination as I put my clothes back on.
“Sophie, I’m so sorry…” Marcus apologized profusely, “I’m so sorry, Soph… It was just a mistake, I’m sorry…”
“Yeah, and so was this!” I yelled, furious with him as I threw a random jacket on.
“No, Sophie, please,” he pleaded, following me as I stormed out of the dark bedroom. “Sophie… I didn’t mean to say her name… I was thinking of you, I swear, I don’t know how it happened, it was just an accident…!”
“Bullshit!” I yelled as I stormed out into the hall.
“Sophie, please…!” Marcus begged me, “You’re the only one I care about I promise… Sophie!”
“No, Marcus,” I shook my head firmly as I reached for my car keys, “I’m done!”
“No!” he shouted fearfully, still trailing after me like a lost puppy. “No, please!”
“Nope. I’m done. Fuck you, Marcus,” I spat as I headed for the door.
“Sophie, no please, I care about you so much… Sophie… I love you!” Marcus exclaimed desperately.
I stopped in my tracks at that, slowly turning as I tried to process what he’d said to me. I looked at him expecting a look of indifference, or at least some uncertainty, but I saw none of that. He looked at me through glassy, emotional eyes, desperate for me to believe him.
“You…” I paused, unable to understand him. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do!” he cried. “Sophie… Ever since the moment I saw you, I knew… I had to have you. I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world… I love you!” he pleaded.
I stared at him in disbelief, unsure of how to even respond.
“Sophie…” he gasped, “Sophia… I love you. I’m in love with you… Please!” he stood before me vulnerably.
I shook my head, tears in my eyes as I rushed for the door. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Sophie, please,” Marcus’s voice broke.
“Nope! I’m leaving!” I announced, running out the door.
He stood there in disbelief. “But… This is your place!”
“Get out!” I yelled as I slammed the door behind me.
I got in the car and slammed the door. It took me at least five full minutes to stop crying before I could wipe my tears away, and just drive. Maybe twenty minutes or so after the whole ordeal, I knocked on a door, praying I’d get an answer. After a couple of minutes, the door opened.
“Sophie?” Garrett said kind of groggily. “What’s going on?”
I found myself a little tongue-tied, unable to even answer his question at this point. Garrett studied me worriedly.
“Hey… Is everything okay?” he asked me.
He didn’t say much; this was a normal question, and perfectly warranted after all, considering my showing up at his door after midnight. But the simple question was enough to push me over the edge as I started to cry, like a little kid. Garrett seemed almost shocked by the sudden outburst, quickly moving his chair for me to come in.
“Hey, hey, come inside…” he said sympathetically.
I nodded wordlessly through my tears as I walked into the apartment, trying to make less of a fool of myself as he gently reached to rest a hand on my back.
“Sophie, what happened?” Garrett asked me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded as I sniffled. He let me over to the couch, sitting near me as I took a seat.
“What’s up? What happened?” he asked.
I sighed as I wiped my tears away. “Just some stuff with Marcus…”
Garrett took this information in, nodding understandingly as I tried to compose myself.
“I’m sorry,” I looked around guiltily, “It’s late, and I showed up unannounced…”
“It’s okay, man,” he reassured me, “I mean, I didn't even hop off the game ‘til, like, half an hour ago. And you know you can come by any time, I don’t really mind…”
I nodded slowly, accepting his kindness. “Thank you…”
“Yeah, no worries…” Garrett said awkwardly, trying his best to be comforting, even though that was neither of our strong suits. “You want, like, a drink, or something to eat…?” he tried to be helpful.
I shook my head. “I’m okay…”
“What happened with Marcus?” Garrett asked. “I mean… You don’t have to say if you don’t want to… He didn’t, like… do something, did he…?” he asked, making sure I was okay.
I shook my head. “No… Nothing like that. He just…”
Garrett just looked at me, waiting.
“I’m done with him,” I sniffled. “That’s all.”
Garrett nodded slowly, starting to understand the nature of my situation.
“Yeah,” he said finally, “That’s probably for the better… Ryan has Gigi, right?”
I nodded. He took a moment, trying to make the best of the situation.
“Why don’t we crack open a few beers? I’ll break out the whiskey, and we’ll just listen to every song we can with the general tone of ‘bitches ain’t shit’?” he offered.
I chuckled in spite of everything. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”
Garrett nodded as he wheeled toward the fridge, allowing me to take a seat at the table. I sat down, smiling as Garrett handed me a beer.
*****
At some point, it was already almost 2 a.m., and Garrett and I were fairly buzzed, sitting at the table together as we almost nonsensically sang along to random songs we were playing on the speakers. Garrett and I sounded surprisingly tipsy as we sang Kendrick and Lil Wayne lyrics.
“…He tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears. And then she tell me, and I be all ears… And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him…!”
We both downed more whiskey and swigged our beers, fairly drunk now. The singing continued, much to the dismay of Garrett’s surrounding neighbors.
“We’re waiting outside… Watch him pull up! Walk up to the door, and right before he knock, she open the door naked… She left it unlocked! They started french kissing, so he didn’t see moi! And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch! Music up loud, with his head in the cloud! Turn that shit down, and I scare the piss out of him! …Put a gun to his frown, turn around, I ain’t here to fuck around, I ain’t hear to fuck around, caught you with your pants down! You know what it is, put your fucking hands up!
“Liz, that’s enough, you can put your hands down! …And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her! She a good actress, and you a dead actor! You’ll be dead after we get what we’re after! If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard! I got way too many bitches that do anything for me!”
I couldn’t explain it, but screaming at the top of our lungs about how love isn’t real was healing.
“But think for me, send her to you like she ain’t for me, I hope you alone like bankruptcy, she pour you a drink, that drink on me, she pour something in it, now faint for me! …Pussy got you outta character, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, take everything that you have til you don’t have an opinion, we have your attention, now you’re looking down a barrel though!”
*****
The next morning, I woke up on Garrett’s couch, and we drove into work together, fairly exhausted. I yawned as I got out of Garrett’s car, waiting for him as he got out, certainly not in the mood to talk to our coworkers alone. We both went into work together, praying today was going to be a low effort day.
*****
That afternoon, Jonah found himself just happening to be wandering up to the front of the store, near customer service, where Garrett worked.
“Hey…!”
Garrett looked up at Jonah. “Hey.”
“So…” Jonah began, already trying to find an angle.
For what, Garrett had no idea. He didn’t know what Jonah could’ve possibly wanted, but he knew he was not at the right energy level to deal with it.
“This morning…” Jonah remarked, trying and failing to be nonchalant. “It was kinda cloudy…”
Garrett stared at him, not understanding. “Dude, you obviously want something, so just ask.”
This came out a little more snappy than Garrett had intended, which he kind of felt bad for, given the flustered expression on Jonah’s face, but at the very least, it was still effective.
“Uh—Okay. Uh…” Jonah fidgeted awkwardly as he tried to segue into his inquiry. “I couldn’t help but notice, you… Came into work… With Sophie,” he stated, forcing a smile so aggressively that it was becoming more of a grimace.
Garrett stared him down. “Yeah.”
Jonah continued awkwardly. “So… Is that, like, some new carpooling situation, or…?”
Garrett frowned. “No.”
Jonah nodded, struggling to find a way to extract more information from his coworker. “So… Did you just happen to go and pick her up today, or…?”
Garrett frowned. “No. She spent the night at my place.”
This made Jonah’s ears start to ring. “Oh…!”
Garrett just sat at his desk, not sure how to respond.
Jonah laughed nervously, an almost passive aggressive desperation to his tone. “Okay, so…” he kept laughing.
Garrett felt as if he was watching a Batman villain’s origin story with the plethora of strange facial expressions Jonah was making.
“So… Let me get this straight…” Jonah said, “Sophie, the girl you know I like…”
“The grown woman I’m friends with, and have been friends with, long before we even met, that you said you didn’t have a crush on, yes,” Garrett corrected him impatiently.
“Right… So…” Jonah stammered nervously. “She… spent the night at your place…?”
“That’s what I said, yeah,” Garrett confirmed.
“She… Walked in in just a hoodie this morning,” Jonah murmured, recalling seeing the two of them enter the store together, “With nothing under it…”
“Okay, stop,” Garrett smiled humorlessly.
“‘Stop’ what?” Jonah asked genuinely.
“Making this into something it’s not,” Garrett stated, “Sophie is my friend. We have been friends, since she started working here. I’m allowed to hang out with her, without it having to be something else!” he said in disbelief.
“Right,” Jonah nodded quickly, “No, you’re right, I just—”
“No! Nothing! That’s it,” Garrett cut him off.
Jonah nodded apologetically, realizing he’d made a mistake in being so confrontational for no reason.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he apologized, making Garrett feel guilty.
He sighed, nodding as he accepted the apology. “It’s, fine, man, I just…”
He didn’t know what to say, feeling caught in the middle of everything.
“Look. I have no problem with it if you have a crush on Sophie, or whatever, but…”
“I don’t have a crush on Sophie,” Jonah blurted out defensively, “Why would I have a crush on Sophie?”
All he needed to realize how ludicrous he was being was the frown on Garrett’s face in that moment.
“Right. Yeah. Sorry,” he apologized quickly.
“I don’t care if you have a crush on her, but I also can’t go spilling every detail of her life to you just because you wanna know if you should ask her out to sushi, or Italian,” Garrett reminded him.
Jonah nodded. “Right, yeah, I shouldn’t have expected you to…”
He was very quickly distracted.
“Wait, since we’re on the topic,” Jonah began, “Do you think she would prefer Italian? I mean, she seems more like an Italian kinda girl, but I remember she said once she didn’t like pizza, so—”
Garrett’s expression immediately reflected his thoughts.
“Nope. Sorry,” Jonah agreed, surrendering, “That’s… Never mind. Sorry,” he said again, realizing how inappropriate and badly timed the question was.
“Look…” Garrett began, wanting to help. “Give Sophie a break before you try and woo her, alright? The woman’s having a tough time. She’s…”
He chose his words carefully as Jonah hung onto his every word, desperate for information about Sophie.
“She’s got a lot on her plate, with the kid, and Ryan, and Marcus… She’s going through a lot. Just… Let her breathe, okay?”
Jonah nodded. “Got it. Yeah. ‘Let her breathe’…”
“I don’t know if she has the energy to even think about relationships right now, but I know she’s in a bad place, coming out of something…” Garrett trailed off. “Just… If you wanna be there for her, be her friend first. Let her decide on her own time if she would date you.”
Jonah nodded slowly, seeing the merit in Garrett’s advice.
“That makes sense… Yeah. I’m sure she’s got a lot going on…” he thought. “I’ll slow down…”
“Good. Because you need to. A lot,” Garrett nodded, “Not just with this, but in general. It’s 9 a.m. Take it down a notch.”
Jonah chuckled as they both gradually returned to normal. With Jonah too distracted by his dilemma, and Garrett too distracted with his exhaustion after his night of drinking, neither of them noticed the rapidly spreading grin on their coworker Cheyenne’s face as she rushed back to the beauty counter, unnoticed.
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Chapter Six
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Wedding Bells - Yandere!Jonah Simms x reader
part 2 linked here
warning: this story contains threats and possessiveness, proceed at your own discretion!
It was 10:15 pm, and you had finally stretched out to relax after pouring yourself a cup of hot cocoa.
Your evening shift at Cloud 9 had been especially brutal, as your boyfriend, Jonah, barely left your side. Sure you liked him, but he was way too clingy.
All of a sudden, you heard your door unlatch and the lock clicked open. You jumped up in fear, grabbing the TV remote off of your table in defense.
“Hey, baby!” Jonah grinned, shutting the door behind him. His blue vest still hung on his shoulders over a red and yellow checkered shirt.
“Jonah? W-what are you doing here?” You gasped. When did I ever give him a key? you asked yourself.
“Oh, I just thought we could go over the wedding details. Y’know, theme, invites, your dress,” he explained, sitting down on your couch and patting the spot next to him.
He pulled out his laptop and proceeded to open several documents and websites, all wedding-related.
Suddenly, the air in your shitty Old North St. Louis apartment felt stiflingly thin. A wedding? You’d only been dating for less than a month, and while it hadn’t been the worst month of your life, you were nowhere near ready to marry him.
“Jonah, what on earth are you talking about?”
“Our wedding, babe,” he laughed, “It’s in two weeks.”
“What? Jonah, we barely even know each other. I-I don’t have a career, a life, anything. I just can’t commit to that right now,” you tried to explain.
“Th-that’s okay! You can stay home with the kids, b-but only if you want! As a woman, you can choose a career or not. Personally I would prefer you to stay at home, just for safety!” Jonah said, arguing with himself per usual.
“Jonah, what I’m saying is that I can’t marry you.”
“(Y/n), what I’m saying is that you don’t actually have a choice,” he said almost delicately, as if trying to break the news gently.
“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” you argued, growing more and more upset.
“First, I’ll slip biofreeze into Cheyenne’s slushee. Then, Sandra will get hurt a freak bus accident. Followed by Marcus loosing his arm in the box crusher machine. Do you want me to keep going?” He warned gently, staring at his laptop the entire time.
Your body shook in fear. All this time, your sweet, sensitive, gentle boyfriend was secretly a monster. You were trapped, nowhere to go. You couldn’t just let your friends get hurt because of your defiance.
“Now. Are you thinking A-line dress or ball gown?” Jonah grinned, locking eyes with you.
Reluctantly, you spent the next three hours miserably planning your ‘wedding’ to your boyfriend. It took all your strength to not cry, wishing someone, anyone would help. But no one would.
-
“Congratulations, (Y/n)!” Sandra said, warmly smiling and you and touching your shoulder.
You didn’t have enough time to think about it before Glenn approached you only seconds later.
“Oh, (y/n)! I am so excited for you! Matrimony is a holy sacrament, you know! God loves weddings!” Glenn exclaimed.
Suddenly, you had the burning urge to stab Jonah Simms in the chest.
-
“What the hell?” you yelled, pushing him into the lockers in the break room. You were more than mad, you were angry.
“Woah, woah, we’ll have plenty of time for this after the wedding,” Jonah grinned. Ick.
“Why is everyone telling me ‘congratulations’?” you seethed.
“Probably because of this,” Jonah began, pulling a textured piece of paper out of his pocket.
Matrimony... Jonah Michael Simms and (Y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n)... St. Paul’s Chapel, Downtown St. Louis...
You couldn’t read the rest, tears clouded your vision. Thirteen days. Not only would you have to be there, but so would the rest of store 1217’s staff. You would have to put on a happy face and pretend like you loved him.
“I-I took the liberty to send some to your family, too. I figured you’d want them there. But the same rules apply, if you try to drop hints or say anything, you’ll regret it,” Jonah explained, ducking out from under your arm.
You couldn’t hold back your tears any longer as you ran across the back room into the employee bathroom, seeking solace in the sterile white porcelain toilets.
-
After the wedding, you were talking with Cheyenne as Jonah talked to Garrett and some other friends you didn’t recognize.
“Thank you for asking me to be your maid of honor. This is, like, so cool. You and Jonah are going to have, like, the smartest and hottest kids,” Cheyenne grinned.
You looked into the crowd, meeting eyes with both Amy and Dina as they gave you matching dirty looks. What you wouldn’t give to switch places with them.
“No problem,” you said, partially distracted.
“Hey, babe!” Jonah grinned, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“Hey!” you exclaimed, mustering up enough bravery to put on a fake smile.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, holding out a scarf and wrapping it around your head, covering your eyes.
“Ooh, romantic!” Cheyenne swooned as Jonah led you to the back of the church basement and through a few doors.
The scarf over your eyes added to your nervousness, Jonah finally stopping and kissing all over your neck. Maybe you were supposed to feel sexy, you thought as he held your hand, but you just wanted to throw up.
Jonah pulled the scarf from your eyes and thrusted a large box into your hands.
You opened it, half expecting someone’s severed foot or hand. Instead, a delicate lingerie set laid in the tissue paper. It was white lace, with small decorative jewels sewn in. It looked expensive.
You looked up at your new husband. A giant smile spread across his face, and he did look pretty handsome. Like the Jonah you had first fallen for.
“It’s really pretty,” you admitted, closing the box and shifting it under your arm.
“I can’t wait to see you in it tonight. I-I mean, I can’t wait for you to take it off,” he confessed, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively.
He was so glad everyone finally knew who you belonged to. It wouldn’t be long before you quit your job, stayed at home, and gave birth to beautiful little Simms babies.
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