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ironmanfridgemagnet · 1 year

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Superstore Boys saying ‘I love you’ for the first time:

Marcus!!

- literally shaking in his cloud 9 branded work boots

- spends weeks, months even, practicing saying it in the mirror until he builds up the courage to do it to your face.

- not scared of saying it because of himself. He knows it to be true that he loves you more then anything else in this world. He's more scared that he'll say it and you'll give his this blank stare while you whisper an apology that you don't love him too. (It wouldn't be the first time that's happened).

- doesn't plan an extravagant moment or anything to say it to you, but he does want it to be intimate; just the two of you.

- when the words come out his hands are shaking and he can't meet your eyes, until you lean in close, nudge your nose against his cheek and whisper to him 'I love you too' with a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

- once he says it for the first time, he's never not saying it to you.

- "I love you, babe." "Hey, babe, I love you." "Because I love you will you grab some cheese-it's in the store for me?" "I love you, but I love Kraft Mac and cheese more babe, get used to it."

Garrett!!

- doesn't think it's as much of a big deal as the others, but still finds himself nervous to say it to your face.

- plans a nice dinner for the two of you with all your favourite foods and your favourite movie and dessert for afterward

- when it comes to the actual moment that's when the nerves finally hit

- though Garrett spends most of his time flirting with you and acting all confident around you he just crumples. For the first time in a long time he's actually nervous to what May happen.

- you're cleaning up the dishes claiming you had to after he'd put all the hard work into making the food and Garrett comes up behind you, pulling you into a kiss. And then another and then another before murmuring it against your lips.

- you press one more chaste kiss to his lips and lean back with a wide, glistening smile. 'I love you too.'

- the amount of relief Garrett felt when you said it back!!!! He'd never admit how nervous he was that day, not even to you. He couldn't let you know the power you had over him.

Jonah!!

- Freaks tf out

- he's spent more time then the two of you had been together planning on how he would tell you he loves you.

- he plans the most elaborate day out for the two of you, a trip to the park, a picnic, row boat ride into the lake, a long stroll through a flower garden and then dinner at your favourite restaurant

- however, all of that goes to shit when he calls you up to ask you to bring him home his jacket that he'd left at the store and he ends the call with 'see you when you get back. I love you.'

- a brief moment of silence takes over the two of you as Jonah hastily mutters out 'I didn't mean to say that' before hanging up on you

- you tucked the phone into your pocket with a wide smile on your face, picking up his jacket that you'd already had among your things before heading back to Jonah's place as quickly as you could.

- the second you open the door Jonah's apologising, saying that 'I didn't mean to say it in a good way, of course I meant it! How couldn't I? I love you more then anything! This just isn't how things were supposed to go and-'

- before he can get out another word, your grabbing his by the collar of his shirt and pulling him against you, kissing his passionately before pulling back with a bright grin. 'I love you too, J.'

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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IMAGINE — THE CLOUD 9 EMPLOYEES FINDING OUT YOU AND MARCUS ARE SECRETLY DATING AFTER DINA PLAYS SECURITY FOOTAGE.

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

“THIS IS the tenth one I saw digging through a half-eaten bag of beetroot.” Dina was too eager to get the meeting over with and prove whatever point she was trying to make, which of course was the raccoon infestation in the store. Instead of seeing a raccoon feasting on produce, the surveillance footage showed something completely different — something shocking.

Everyone in the room shared elicited gasps and whispers when the screen showed you and Marcus in the far corner of the warehouse, where the two of you assumed the cameras couldn’t reach there. He had you pressed against the shelves of freight he made his warehouse handlers stack neatly, just for it to shake back and forth as the two of you were… working.

“Ladies, take notes! Am I right?” Justine laughs, receiving no praise or responded laughs from anyone.

Feeling the dread Amy and Jonah must have felt when it happened to them, you could only wish you disappeared at this very moment. Even as you were frozen in your seat, you could feel Marcus staring at the back of your head. You finally turned to look at him who stood at the back of the room, where he often leans against the lockers during meetings. You’ve never seen his face turn so pale.

“Marcus and y/n?!” Mateo gasps. “Oh your poor thing, you need to start loving yourself.”

“You watch way too much porn, dude,” Garrett says to Marcus so casually, taking a sip of his drink.

#superstore x reader #superstore imagines #superstore imagine #superstore gif imagine #marcus white x reader #marcus white imagine #marcus white #marcus white gif imagine #superstore #reader insert

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sibsteria · 2 years

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Superstore Masterlist

[] smut

[] fluff

[] angst

[] platonic

Marcus White

Sworn to Secrecy

Phenomenon Two

Dad hc’s

Nsfw HC’s

Fog and Clouds Prologue One

Jonah Simms

Two Brunettes and A Boyle One Two Three Four

Nsfw hc’s

Garrett McNeill

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noellawrites · 2 years

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Day in the Lie - Yandere!Marcus White x reader

summary: a day in the life of your less-than-perfect relationship with Marcus

warnings: handcuffing, kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting, pregnancy talk, general mean behavior, stockholm syndrome, toxic relationship

8:00 A.M.

This morning, you wake up to the alarm clock and notice Marcus' heavy arm slung across your body.

"G'morning babe," Marcus rasps in his morning voice. He pulls his arm away from your body languidly, fingers lingering on your hips.

"Morning, Marcus," you sigh, mentally gearing up for another day of Marcus commandeering your every move.

You watch as Marcus stands up and walks over and pulls your pajama bottoms and underwear off without a second thought. You take in a sharp breath and your handcuffed hand clinks against the bed frame as you maneuver towards your boyfriend.

"Jeans for today, with this shirt," Marcus murmurs to himself, obviously not asking for your input.

He pushes a clean pair of underwear up your legs, then the pants. "Good girl," he praises as he grabs the key to your cuffs and unlocks you.

He dresses you in the shirt and your blue Cloud 9 associate vest, then slides a couple bracelets on your hand to cover up the red marks left behind by the metal cuffs. You watch him slide his warehouse jumper on as he tells you about how he forced Glenn to give you the same shifts and breaks every day.

8:30 A.M.

You sit in one of the back tables between Marcus and Dom, one of Marcus' idiot warehouse cronies. You wait for the staff meeting to start before the store opens at 9, while avoiding eye contact with all of your co-workers.

A very pregnant Dina talks with an also pregnant Amy, and you notice Marcus' eyes scanning them.

“I think you’d look pretty hot like that, huh?” Marcus says, gesturing to your two superiors.

“…pregnant? But—aren’t you infertile?”

“Oh, I know we can do it if we try hard enough. And I’m sure Glenn will approve of using the store’s insurance money to see a doctor. He loves kids!”

“Uh, maybe,” you sigh, feeling defeated.

11:00 A.M.

“(Y/n), go take your break,” Amy says quickly, gesturing towards the break room. It had been a surprisingly busy day, and Amy was having more people go on break at different times to survive the rush.

You nod, signing out of the register and switching places with Brett. As you walk toward the break room, you’re stopped by none other than Isaac. Great, another one of Marcus’ boys.

“Hey there (y/n), where you headed off to?” Isaac asks, stopping clear in the middle of your path and crossing his arms.

“Amy put me on break early since she had to put some extra baggers on. We’ve been busier than usual,” you explain, attempting to walk around him.

“You know Marcus’ rules, no breaks without him,” Isaac warns. God you hate your boyfriends’ stupid friends.

“Okay, I’ll go get him.”

“I’ll go with you, just to be safe.”

“Jesus, fine.”

1:10 P.M.

You check your phone, realizing your lunch break was supposed to start ten minutes ago. Where was Marcus? He had never been great with time, but usually remembered to retrieve you.

You leave Women’s Wear and head to the warehouse. The warehouse is probably your least favorite part of the store: dark, cold and creepy employees.

As you enter quietly through the double doors, you notice Marcus talking and gesturing to his workers. The roughed-up men watch him, enraptured.

“So I was like, ‘we should have a baby,’ and she was like ‘no!’ and i was like ‘you’re just a stupid woman and you don’t have a choice,’ you know, because i basically lock her up,” Marcus laughs.

To your horror, the men join in, shaking their heads at your behavior and subsequently high-giving Marcus. It makes you feel disgusting.

“Marcus, isn’t it lunchtime?” you say in a small voice, coming up behind the group of ten grown men.

“It’s lunch when I say it is, bitch,” he laughs, only softening once he sees the embarrassment on your face.

He walks you both out quickly, frowning once he sees the tears streaking down your face.

“Babe, you know that’s just guy talk, right? I still love you,” he promises, and you nod.

Once in the break room, you grab the blue insulated bag containing the lunches Marcus packed for both of you. Since you couldn’t afford much, you mostly ate whatever the two of you could scrape together from the store without Glenn or Dina noticing.

3:30 P.M.

Marcus' shift had finished unexpectedly early, but you still have thirty minutes left. Instead of heading down to your shared bedroom, Marcus decided to drag you over to the baby aisle and antagonize you.

"Is it just because you don't wanna be stuck with me? Because, uh, sorry, but you're gonna be stuck with me for the rest of your life," Marcus laughs, but deep down you knew it wasn't a joke.

"That's not it, Marcus," you sigh, grabbing some misplaced formula cans and moving them to the correct shelf.

"Then what is it?!"

"Marcus, you treat me like a child! You don't give me any space and I feel like I can't breathe. And no offense, but you act pretty childish most of the time, too. And on top of that, we literally live in the store's basement! How are we supposed to raise a child when our own relationship is so dysfunctional?" you sigh in frustration.

Marcus grows unexpectedly silent as you return to organizing the aisle. Even if he was bugging you, you were still technically on the clock.

"I'm just wrapped up in this... I don't know, this... fantasy of us. Happy, living somewhere nice, not having to worry about you leaving me. I think we would raise a good kid," he states simply.

His answer surprises you, and despite everything wrong with Marcus, you agree with him. You still love him deep down somewhere.

6:00 P.M.

You cook some recently-expired ramen on the small camping stove in your shared room as Marcus cleans up. He rarely cleans, but he was excited after you admitted to him that you also loved him and wanted to try and make things work.

"I'm so stoked that you actually love me! Nigel and the boys were in doubt, but I said they just don't know you!"

You laugh, using a small wooden spoon to stir the noodles in the pot over the portable stove.

When you glanced back up, you notice Marcus taking down his Animal House poster and putting up a poster for your favorite TV show.

"Marcus, you really don't have to do that," you say, touched that he would even consider adding something of yours to the walls.

"No, I want to. It's your place too," he explains, taping it to the wall.

"There, now it's home," Marcus says, standing back to admire his (slightly crooked) work.

"I love it babe," you laugh, "thank you."

And when he walked over to hug you, you didn't even flinch.

#marcus white x reader #marcus white imagine #marcus white #marcus superstore #superstore x reader #superstore imagine #yandere marcus white #yandere superstore

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sydscarm · 2 months

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it’s not end of beginning part two but it’s something! little poster print i did for the silly cooking show that takes up half my brain! ♥️

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macybeckham7 · 1 year

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you and the kids start collect wc stickers and get excited when the find daddy or their uncles from dad's tram

As soon as the sticker book came out you had brought one for each child. You would spend hours sat together opening packs and swapping around with each other. They get super excited when they got their daddy’s sticker and their uncles from team and country. Each of them getting jealous if one got it instead of the other one. ‘Which one is your favourite so far?’. They all agreeing it was getting daddy but then one chirps up that getting their uncle which made everyone smile at how adorable your kids are.

#world cup imagines #footballers imagine #mason mount imagines #declan rice imagines #james maddison imagines #ben chilwell imagines #jude bellingham imagines #jack grealish imagines #ben white imagines #kylian mbappe imagines #neymar jr imagines #jordan pickford imagines #alphonso davies imagines #marcus rashford imagines

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imaginewarehouse · 2 years

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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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football-rambles · 1 year

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Inspired by Netflix film 2020. small Multi-Chaptered fic Coming Christmas Day,

Vote here for a player (feel free to add players I missed, I be there forever and day naming players.)

As always, ask box is open :)

#football imagine #england football #Football Fanfiction #football imagines #mason mount #Declan rice #ben white #marcus rashford #jude bellingham #Luke shaw #John stones #england nt fanfiction

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thebearer · 10 months

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I’m obsessed with your whole account! 🫶🏻

Imagine the first family you go to when you’re newly dating. You sneak into the kitchen and when he sees you he lights up and I know that Ritchie would give him such shit lol

thank you thank you!! this is so cute ahhh!! hope you enjoy!!

Carmen’s text told you to come to the back- but not the left alley, just park next to him in the back, you won’t get towed there. You rang the buzzer, finger jabbing in the tiny button, a shrill ringing from the inside that had you stepping back at the rise in voices.

“I got it! I got it, Chef! Fuck.” You heard Carmen before you saw him, white shirt, blue apron, bluer eyes.

“Oh, h-hey.” Carmen’s eyes lit, dazzling even in the gloomy Chicago day.

“Hi.” You grinned.

This relationship was new between you and Carmen, still exciting, still learning about each other. He felt bad for not getting to see you as much as he wanted, inviting you to ‘family’.

“Uh, shit, sorry, my brain is all over the fuckin’ place. Come in.” Carmen pushed the heavy back door open so you could slip in, taking in the back of the kitchen. Newly renovated and still dazzling.

“You find it ok?” Carmen asked, immediately flinching. “I-I mean, obviously you did. Was- It wasn’t hard to find, right?” He’s blushing already, babbling in that nervous trill he always did around you.

“Yeah, you have perfect directions.” You hummed. “My GPS made it easy too.”

Carmen was burning to his ears. “Right.” He nodded, hands on his hips when Marcus whizzed at him.

“Chef, where is the basil paste- oh, hello.” Marcus stopped, eyes meeting yours. “Are you the new hostess? I’m Marcus-“

“-No, no, she’s not… She’s not a hostess.” Carmen’s cheeks burned more, if that was even possible. Did he say girlfriend? He hadn’t asked, and fuck, he didn’t want a repeat of last time, but this was different. You were different.

“Oh. Right.” Marcus caught Carmen’s eye, grinning knowingly. “Well, uh, it’s nice to meet you. Carmen’s talked a lot about you.”

“Has he?” You giggled, eyes flicking to Carmen’s, amused by his discomfort. “Good things, right?”

“Of course.” Carmen laughed, nervous and breathy.

“Yeah, only the best things.” Marcus nodded. “Uh, Chef, basil paste? For the cannolis?”

“Right, right, uh, in the walk-in top left.” Carmen nodded, Marcus waving at you before walking away.

“So you’ve been talking about me?” You lifted a brow playfully.

Carmen felt like he could melt into the floor. “Yeah, of course.” He muttered, boyish and sweet. “Uh, we should be done soon, if-if you want to look at the front or sit in my office. Or whatever you want to.”

“Wherever you want me, Chef.” You quipped playfully. Carmen could feel his zipper tightening behind his jeans.

“Uh, why don’t you look at the front. I, uh, I hung that painting we got.” Carmen put s hand on your back, hesitantly, leading you through the kitchen. It was so minimal, so sweet, how he was hesitant to touch you still so respectful and a little scared- like you hadn’t spent the better part of last night and early this morning with him between your legs.

“Oh? You actually liked it?” You giggled. “Weren’t just lying to me to impress me?”

“Never.” Carmen grinned sweetly.

You looked at the dimming lights, so elegant and classy. It was a far cry from The Beef, but you loved it. It was so Carmen, inside and out.

“I’m going to go check on everyone, but, uh, I’ll be back, ok? Just-Just yell if you need anythin’, alright?” Carmen nodded, hand rubbing down your arm gently.

“I’ll be alright, Carmy.” You grin. “Go on, Chef. I’ll roll silverware if you need me to. Keep myself busy.”

“No, I- that’d be a pretty shitty date askin’ you to work.” Carmen laughed lightly.

“Had worse. Promise.” You shrugged playfully. “I don’t mind, Carmy.”

“No, we got it covered, but thank you.” Carmen hesitated for a moment, faltering before he let his lips brush over your cheek. “I’ll be back.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Cousin.” The swinging doors flung open, Richie waltzing in with a wide smirk. “I’ll keep her company. How you doin’, sweetheart? Good to see you again.”

You laughed at Carmen’s horrified face. You’d met Richie once, briefly, very briefly. When he’d bust through the door of Carmen’s apartment unannounced and caught a glimpse of you bent over the counter before Carmen screeched at him to leave. Carmen had been mortified, sure you would leave him because of his stupid not even cousin. You had just laughed, hiding your face in your hands, before you were introduced.

“Oh, fuck, not this.” Carmen groaned. “Cousin, please, don’t-don’t fuck this up f’me.” He muttered lowly, passing Richie in the door.

“C’mon, cousin. Are you serious? It’s me.” Richie rolled his eyes, a statement that did not make Carmen feel any better. “I got it. I won’t embarrass you, Chef.”

Carmen hesitated, the loud clattering of a pot falling the only thing that brought his attention away, turning back into the kitchen.

During family, Carmen made your plate for you, telling you about the dish with so much excitement and care it made you swoon. You couldn’t care less about the ingredients or the history truly, but the way Carmen’s eyes lit up, rambling about every fact he knew made your heart swell.

Tina’s eyes cut, lips rolling in smug satisfaction. “Richard,” She called, catching his attention. She nodded lightly towards the two of you, huddled together and giggling lightly between soft whispers. “She a good one?”

“The best, T.” Richie nodded proudly. He believed it too, he loved how good you were with Carm- for Carmen.

Tina nodded. “Good.” She smiled, beaming at the two of you. “Jeff needs it. Needs somethin’ besides this place.”

Richie snorted lightly. “Yeah? You have no idea.” He muttered, looking down at the two of you. You were good, both of you, good for each other. Richie had a feeling that this wouldn’t be your last family- he had a feeling you’d stick around.

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visualbutterflysworld · 14 days

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Sleeping with Vinnie | Vhackerr

NO THIS IS NOT A SMUT! YA NASTYS ! here’s how I imagine actually sleeping with vinnie is like. Sorry for the lack of posts :P

Vinnie is the big spoon at first but somehow in the middle of the night he becomes the little spoon

I don’t think Vinnie snores tbh but he definitely drools. He sleeps with his mouth open and sometimes if he’s napping real hard you put random food in his mouth and take pictures

“Y/N! WHY IS THERE A PHOTO OF ME SLEEPING WITH GUMMY WORMS IN MY MOUTH!?!”

When you guys are in a deep sleep you put one of your legs on him unintentionally. Sometimes he wakes up and has to move your leg bc it’s crushing his…yk.

Sometimes when you guys wake up Hera is in the middle between you guys

If you have a lot of hair and don’t wrap it(or forget to) then sometimes your hair gets in vinnie’s face. He’ll wake up doing that thing from white chicks when Marcus gets the wig in his face

When you guys fight and you kick vinnie out of the bedroom he magically somehow gets in and still cuddles with you. Sometimes you think you’re tripping and you didn’t fight the night before but you did.

His response is that he can’t sleep without you which instantly makes you melt.

Overall, sleeping with vinnie is amazing. 10/10. Highly recommended

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #vhackerr #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #oneshot #lovers #love #vinnie hacker x reader

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 1 year

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y/n, tending to Marcus’s infected leg : How would you rate your pain?

Marcus : Zero stars would NOT recommend

#I love him he’s so himbo #superstore x reader #sitting on the shelf marcus white x reader #superstore imagine #cloud 9 #marcus white x reader #marcus white #marcus white imagine #marcus superstore #superstore #superstore marcus x reader #incorrect quotes superstore #superstore incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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IMAGINE — BEING FORCED TO SHARE A MATTRESS WITH MARCUS DURING THE BLIZZARD.

NON REQUESTED

A SHADOWY figure lowers to the mattress you set up in the snacks aisle. “Scooch over!”

“No freaking away, Marcus!” You hovered over the empty space Marcus was about to lie in. “I’m not sharing a bed with anyone. This isn’t a sleepover.”

“Y/N, we’re all stuck in here ‘cause of the blizzard. This is technically a sleepover without the pillow fighting, and nobody was in the mood for that.”

“What happened to your mattress?” you ask. “Where are you even sleeping?” Were, in that case.

Marcus rolls his eyes, sensing the embarrassment and annoyance in his voice. “I sleep in the storage closet, but I saw a spider in there. Look, I promise I won’t hog the blanket. I just… can’t sleep in there again.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Again? You sighed in defeat. “Ugh. Fine. If you fart in your sleep, you’re sleeping outside.”

#marcus white #marcus white x reader #marcus white imagine #superstore x reader #superstore imagines #superstore imagine #superstore #nbc superstore #gif imagine

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sibsteria · 2 years

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Fog and Clouds

Prologue Chapter One

Jake Peralta & Marcus White x fem!Reader

Masterlist

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“Hey, got you a drink.” The grin of my ex-coworker brightens my view.

“Thanks! What…is this?” I swirl the alcohol around the glass.

“It’s champagne mixed with 30-year-old scotch and top shelf tequila. Captain said a two drink maximum but he did not set a price limit-” he lifted his fingers to point at his temple, “smort.”

“Well, I cannot wait, cheers-” Out flutes clink together, before we raise them to our mouths.

“Oh, god, it’s horrible!” I gag at the grim liquid sloshing around in my mouth.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have added the olive juice.” Jakes face matches my own.

“Ewww!” I whine.

“Hey, so listen, the thing I said to you in the evidence room? About how it was a mistake? That was a lie, I don’t believe that at all.” He looks suddenly serious.

“What are you saying?”

“I know that you’re moving to St. Louis, I’m not trying to change that. And I get there’s stuff I can’t control, but this morning I told you that I didn’t mean any of it, and that was a lie. I just don’t want to hold anything back.”

“Well…I’m kind of stuck on words, right now. I don’t think it was a mistake either, Jake. But I’ve already booked my flight and packed my apartment and put it up for rent and-”

“Honestly, it’s okay, if I know you- I like to think I do- you won’t be away from New York for long.”

“So, I guess we just have to leave it up to chance.”

“Guess so.”

“Well, I’m gonna chug this in under a minute because I don’t want to waste what you gave me-“

“I’m-gonna-chug-this-in-under-a-minute-because-I-don’t-want-to-waste-what-you-gave-me title of your sex tape!”

I let a genuine grin creep up my face.

“He’s back.”

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I look around my apartment, empty rooms and blank walls stare back at me.

So many memories here, some terrible and horrible but there were gems that made up for it.

Most of the stuff I packed is going to charity- or being thrown away, so I only have a couple of boxes and suitcases.

I travel to my once-bedroom, one of my boxes lay on its side, spilling its contents.

I saunter over, kneeling at the box, pulling it up from its side I look at the fallen items.

Some books, a couple of magazines and-

A bar napkin, with a couple of doodles.

The one from my purse the night Jake and I…that we…

I’m not upset, it’s a fond memory, I just wish it didn’t turn out this way.

I’ll be back here, maybe we can’t start fresh.

I tuck the napkin into my bag, a keepsake.

I hear the honk of a car outside, my ride is here.

Luckily I live on the ground floor, so loading the boxes won’t be too much trouble.

“Need any help?” Terry shouts from his rolled down window.

“If you don’t mind.” I smile.

“Anything for you.”

He exits his car, picking up three boxes like they’re nothing.

I take the remaining two and follow him to the boot of his car. Only two large boxes fit in, the rest being put in the back. I run way and grab my two suitcases, putting them on the backseat as well .

“Airport?”

“Airport.”

Terry didn’t drink tonight, so he was able to drive me there, he’s such a kind soul.

The drive is calm, some ballads drone in from the local radio station, filling the car with sound.

“You really wanna do this?”

“Of course…” I try to think of a reason why.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“Maybe I’m not, but if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be on the first plane back.”

“If it does? You better visit, I can’t control the troublesome two on my own.”

Jake and Charles.

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t be visiting just for them, you’re apart of my life too. You’re like family to me, Terry. And you know how much luck I’ve had with them, you all matter.”

He gives me a soft, joyous look.

“You’re my family too.”

We rolled into the car park.

“We’re here.” He shut off his car.

“Thanks again, for this.”

“It’s no trouble, c’mon, I’ll help you load a dolly.”

I’m so grateful for this man, he’s like the brother I never had, because I refuse to acknowledge the brother I do have.

———————————————————————

Looking out the window, at the passing scenery, I pause. The sun has done down already, so the starts are brighter, the dark is deep and raw.

It sets in.

I’m not going to be living in New York.

I’m not going to see Jake, Charles, Terry, any of them, every single day.

New start, new city.

At least I’ll have Garrett.

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Playing for You - Yandere!Marcus White x reader

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

summary: kind of a re-write of 2x13, Ladies’ Lunch. You confess your feelings about Marcus while you’re drunk at Ladies’ Lunch while Marcus literally fights for you. Everything culminates when you return to the store. I know Tate wasn’t in the ep but it just fits better like this!

warnings: drinking, female objectification, talk of pregnancy, talk of bodily injuries, cuss words, age gap relationship, vomiting

“I just” you paused to hiccup, “I want someone who will love me unconditionally. L-like what you have with Bo, Chey!”

“Girl please, save some dick for the rest of us!” Justine laughed, taking a sip of her third margarita.

“W-What are you talking about?” you asked, clueless to whatever joke everyone else was in on. You’d been hopelessly single since you started working at Cloud 9– granted, it was mostly because you were juggling work and going to college and you told yourself that you didn’t have enough emotional capacity to serial date right now.

“Look, all Justine’s saying is that Marcus has been pussy whipped for you since the day you put on that blue vest, and everyone else can see it but you,” Dina sighed, raising her hands dejectedly.

“I—that’s not true at all! He just treats me like one of the guys, we’re just buddies!” you argued. But the more you tried to resist, the more you realized they might be right, but still, you picked up very little romance from him and more of a… bromance.

“It seems like you’re rocking hard against this, (y/n). Are you repulsed by Marcus like the rest of us? Because we can devise a plan to let him down easy,” Dina offered, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Alright, alright, I think we should just leave (y/n) alone. Her and Marcus’ feelings are between them,” Amy defended you out of her exhaustion from the conversation. She didn’t want to push you towards liking Marcus if you really didn’t.

“(Y/n), at least tell us if you like him! Or whisper it to me, I won’t tell!” Cheyenne said, leaning towards you. You leaned towards her ear, breaking the silence with a giggle.

You tried to hide the fact that you were tipsy, but as two not-quite-twenty-one-year-olds, you and Cheyenne had loaded up on the alcohol like there was no tomorrow.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell the truth. I’ve always liked Marcus, I just thought he was… out of my league,” you confessed, rolling your eyes and taking another hefty swig of your vodka cran.

This time, Cheyenne was the one who laughed. “Are you serious, (y/n)? He’s the one that’s out of your league,” she said.

“Yeah, he’s a giant man-child with serious mommy issues and like half the brain cells an adult is supposed to,” Dina pointed out.

“And you’re still tight in all the places that matter! In the old days, we’d call you a butter and egg fly,” Myrtle piped up.

“Uh… thanks, guys. I—” you paused to hiccup again, ”—was just worried because he’s older, and taller, and handsome, and—“

“Okay, okay, we get it, you’d drop your panties for Marcus. Can we move on to something else?” Dina sighed.

“Karaoke!” Justine screamed, cutting off your thoughts as she began pushing everyone towards the stage.

In order to gain some liquid courage before getting onstage, you gulped down three shots of tequila in addition to the three vodka cranberries you’d already consumed. Everything after that felt fuzzy as you floated in and out of consciousness.

—

While you endured a drunken lunch with the ladies of Cloud 9, the store’s men were playing some complicated hybrid ball game called ‘taped muffin.’

“Since Brett is still injured from his MMA fight, Tate will be taking his place in the final shootout. His opponent will be decided by a simple—“ Garrett began.

“I’ll do it,” Marcus stepped in. He’d been glaring at that egotistical asshole of a pharmacist since the game had begun.

Tate had shed his lab coat and now wore bubble wrap taped around the shoulders of his pressed white dress shirt. God, he hated that jerk. Ever since Marcus had watched Tate practically assault you with his flirting, he’d felt nothing short of vengeance towards the man.

“—okay, I wasn’t finished talking but, uh, I guess this game has made monsters out of all of us,” Garrett finished.

Marcus moved next to Tate, who was still flexing his muscles through his fancy shmancy suit.

“Alright, this is it. Winner gets (y/n),” Marcus said under his breath to Tate.

“C’mon dude, you’ve had your chance with her. Are we really going to play a juvenile game to win (y/n) when we already know she’d rather choose me?” he laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And what makes you think that?” Marcus said, gritting his teeth and leaning closer to Tate. He couldn’t wait to hear what this asshole has to say.

Tate laughed. “For starters, I make about ten times what you do. And I can actually give her children, unlike your defective wang. In fact,” he leaned closer, “I can’t wait to put my sperm in that tight body of hers and watch you grovel at my feet for stealing the woman you loved. It’s not my fault she’d never fall for a stupid, brainless, moronic ex-con who still lives with his mommy.” Tate laughed, taking a proud step back.

The men of the store watched as steam practically came out of Marcus’ ears. Sure, he knew you were super gorgeous, smart, funny and way out of his league, but guys like Tate were the reasons why women couldn’t trust men. He was objectifying you, and Marcus was not going to allow that.

As the other men gasped and whispered at Tate’s blatant bullying and womanizing, Marcus swung his fist at the pharmacist’s face, a painful-sounding crunch reverberating from Tate’s face as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

“OOOH SHIT! We’re going tap-out style, first one to hold the other down for a three-count WINS (Y/N)!” Garret announced over the loudspeaker.

“I really don’t think anybody should be winning someone,” Jonah pointed out as he stood next to Garrett.

“C’mon, let the poor guy have something,” Garrett said, effectively quieting Jonah.

—

When you woke up again, your upper body lay across Cheyenne’s lap as you sat in the back of whatever truck Dina had kidnapped you all in.

“I-I think I’m gonna be sick,” you groaned, shifting yourself so you wouldn’t throw up all over your best friend.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, here,” Cheyenne soothed, giving you a Cloud 9 plastic bag. You threw up in the bag twice as Cheyenne held your hair back. This felt like a sick nightmare, you would never drink like this again.

“Is she okay?” a voice asked from behind you in the truck.

“Obviously not, Sandra! Jeez,” Cheyenne said, rolling her eyes. “When we get back to the store, I’m going to get Mateo and he’s going to tell you about how in love with you Marcus is, okay? Mateo is literally an expert on this stuff,” Cheyenne assured you.

Without saying anything, you laid your head on Cheyenne’s ankle as you faded out of consciousness again.

—

“I’ll be okay, I promise,” you said, assuring Amy as she left for the day. Your shift was also technically over, but you didn’t want to leave the store until you felt less sick and more sober.

You grabbed a travel-sized toothpaste tube and a toothbrush off the shelf along with some mouthwash, bringing it to the employee bathroom.

Looking up at your disheveled reflection, you sighed and began to brush your teeth. You hadn’t even started to cope with this new revelation: almost everyone in the store seemed to agree that Marcus was in love with you. How could you be so blind?

More than anything, you wanted to find Marcus and talk to him. He’d probably clear everything up, apologize for the miscommunication and go back to hooking up with Dina or whatever. He always has and always will just see you as a little kid with a stupid schoolgirl crush on her older co-worker.

You sighed, exiting the bathroom. You stumbled towards the front of the store, where you knew Garrett would be for at least another few hours.

To your surprise, Jonah was sitting on the customer service desk next to Garrett as they spoke in low voices. You narrowed your eyes at them, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Uh, guys? Hello?” you interjected, tripping over your foot then leaning on the desk for support.

“Woah there, what’s wrong with you?” Jonah asked.

“I just got… uh, a little drunk at the ladies… thing,” you sighed.

“You missed a lot while you were gone, two guys fought over you,” Garrett announced. Jonah widened his eyes and attempted to shush him.

“What, ah, what he, um, means is that—“

“Dude, she’s gonna find out anyway. Might as well tell her,” Garrett disagreed.

“Just tell me!” you seethed.

“Uh, well, Marcus beat Tate to a pulp because they were both trying to win you in taped muffin, and now Tate’s at SLU Hospital getting a cast for his broken neck and dislocated shoulder and he’ll, um, probably need a nose job too,” Jonah spit out, grimacing at your expression.

“Marcus did all of that?”

“Yeah, he was protecting your honor. It was honestly kinda sweet. I think Mateo recorded it on his phone, if you wanna see it,” Garrett offered.

“What did Tate say about me?” you asked. Behind you, someone cleared their throat and you turned around.

He was the same Marcus you’d had a crush on for over a year, and your feelings still hadn’t changed after learning of what he did for you. If anything, it made you feel more flustered and in love.

“Marcus, I really think you should leave,” Jonah sighed.

“Jonah, shut up. Marcus, you’re staying and we’re talking about this,” you demanded.

Your expression softened when you noticed a cut on his jaw. Suddenly, you just couldn’t help yourself anymore and you threw your arms around the man, feeling his soft sweater and smelling his cheap cologne and 3 in 1 body wash.

You couldn’t help it in your still-drunk state and a tear escaped your eye, you were just so happy that Marcus wasn’t hurt badly and that you were in his arms again.

“I-I’m so glad you’re okay, Marcus,” you sniffled, pulling away hesitantly.

“You should see the other guy,” he grinned, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you and that really scares me, but I had to tell you,” you laughed, snaking your arm with his own and holding his hand.

“I’ve been in love with you since the first day you walked into the break room and Glenn introduced you to everyone,” Marcus smiled, staring into your beautiful eyes. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

“I never want to be away from you,” you breathed, leaning into his chest.

“You and me, babe. We’ll never be apart again,” he said before entangling you in the best kiss you’ve ever had, your senses filled with only Marcus, your bodies joined together.

“Is this toxic?” Jonah whispered to Garrett.

“C’mon, they’re perfect for each other. Plus, I’m tired of this will-they-won’t-they crap,” Garrett said.

“You’re right, actually,” Jonah agreed, finally able to see it.

You and Marcus both just wanted a devoted and simple love, and besides, you’d been acting like an old married couple for as long as the store could remember.

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