#joseph cullman x reader

[softmangoes]

one wish | joseph x reader

18+ only | for @lichilly (thank you for being so sweet!)

author's note: if you liked this, please check out my ongoing pre-canon SDJ fic!

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there was a knock at the door.

"it's open," joseph called as he looked at himself in the mirror, making sure to rub off a stray patch of paint the makeup team managed to miss.

after a moment, you slipped in, closing the door behind you with a click. you had one hand behind your back - a sure sign that you had some kind of surprise in mind.

"don't tell me it's another script revision," he groaned. it had taken him hours to memorize the newest song for the next episode and his fingers were sore from all the strumming. "i don't think i can handle any more."

but you simply smiled in that easy way that always made him want to turn away. it was just so gentle, that smile. it was softer than anything he had ever deserved.

"you didn't tell me it was your birthday today," you said. "i had to find out through dan."

goddamn daniel. his castmate was a good guy, but he had a big mouth.

"i'm not into parties." they were too loud. crowded. he had never been one to want to be the center of attention.

"i didn't say there had to be a party," you replied, taking your hand from behind your back to reveal what you had been hiding.

in your palm was a large cupcake topped with a fluffy white frosting and a smattering of sprinkles. a red candle had been stuck in the middle of it.

you pulled out a lighter and with a few quick flicks of your thumb, lit the short wick.

"it can be just us," you said, eyes glowing as the flame flickered in your palm.

joseph had never had anyone celebrate him for any reason at all, let alone the day he came into existence, but he was aware of what he had to do. "you want me to make a wish?"

"anything you want," you beamed.

"anything i want," he repeated, inhaling to loosen the tightness in his chest.

in truth, there was only one wish he had. it was a wish he would tell himself as he lied awake at night staring at the ceiling of his motel room, it was a wish he'd hum as he learned each new song, it was a wish that he only ever confessed he had in the quiet of his solitude.

and here you were, now. with him. as if all those days and nights had built up to this very moment.

joseph took in a breath. you were so beautiful. ever since he had met you, he never had the courage to tell you that.

tentatively, he placed his hands over yours, craned his neck lower so that his mouth was near the bright flame, and blew.

"what was the wish?" you asked as the smoke curled into the air. after a moment, you set the cupcake onto his desk.

he hesitated. "it's bad luck if i tell you, isn't it?"

"not if it's a secret," you said, a smile curling at the corner of your mouth. "but i really would like to know."

joseph swallowed. what could he say to that?

"do you really want to know?" he asked, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

"tell me."

he paused. "close your eyes, then."

you obeyed, clasping your hands behind your back.

thoughts raced through his head, a buzz of static that threatened to overwhelm him. he could stop this. he could turn you away. he could deny himself this moment, as he did with all of the others.

he inhaled, cool air filling his lungs, before he took your face in his hands and kissed you.

it was a soft kiss. a gentle kiss. a kiss that asked if all of this was okay, if he could want you like this.

and it was okay, because you brought your own hands to his face, ran your fingers through his hair as you pulled him towards you.

your lips were so warm, so soft. if he could, he would wish for this moment to never end.

"there," he said, face burning as he pulled away. "i told you."

when you smiled this time, it was full of so much affection that it made his heart swell.

"tell me more," you said, pressing a kiss along his jaw and curling a finger at his collar. "please? it's your birthday, after all."

[veenomsart]

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[lemonmelonboy]

Lonely for the First Time Ever

Jack x Reader

TW: Ian /j, Cheating, Loneliness

Content: GN!Reader

Word Count: 3317

Summary: My own fun take on Day 1 (?) of Somethings Wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!

I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!

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You had just dragged yourself out of your apartment after being called in to cover your flakey co-worker for possibly the millionth time that year. You surely missed your days off at this point, wishing to have just one every week rather than every other week. You sighed heavily walking down the sidewalk, as Jack trailed alongside you. It was cold and stormy, the rain was pelting the sidewalk and cars were passing by in a slum. It was such a peaceful walk.

You walked silently with Jack politely carrying your umbrella; you had protested but he very much insisted he take it for you. The rain soothed your racing mind, but that only made it so you thought slower about the things on your mind. You ran over what had just happened before you were rudely interrupted by your boss’s phone call. How Jack had held you so close, how you imagined kissing him for a brief moment, and how you wish you had. You mulled it over and over, unable to shake the image of the cuddly Jack. How Jack had looked at you with those love sick eyes. How bad you wanted to stay. Thoughts raced about why, which brought up feelings from the past few months. But as you slipped into your thoughts Jack gently bumped your arm, a playful event that he’d tend to do on your walks. It made you smile, he always knew how to make you smile, especially with little things like that. You look around trying to keep yourself in the present, but the pittering of the rain on the umbrella and sidewalk luls you back into thoughts of Jack and your loneliness.

“Sunshine?” Jack's voice cooed kindly. You looked up to him, suddenly pulled back.

“Hm?” you looked around as you realized you almost walked straight by your work. A soft embarrassed blush works its way across your cheeks.

You slip into the door, walking to the back to set your things down, ignoring Barry’s comments on how thankful he is you could come in and how absolutely sorry he is for having to do it. When you come back from the back of the store you find he had already left. You sigh as you find yourself alone in the shop, going through your list of menial tasks for the day. You work quietly as Jack hangs around, quietly helping when he can. It's weird to have him be so comfortable with how quiet you’re being. Usually he does anything to try to fill the silence, like whistling a small tune. However the man who stood before you now would only give you an encouraging smile whenever you looked at him and never said a word, not until you spoke up.

“Jack..” You sighed his name as you relaxed against the counter having finished all the tasks you needed to. You didn’t even have anything to tell, least not in a way you knew how. He perked up like a puppy being offered a treat.

“Yes, sunshine?” he asks sweetly. You looked at him and could feel your body warm as you saw his happy face and his kind eyes looking at you almost needingly. You mull over a single thought in your head and he can see you are resisting saying what you were thinking. “Is everything alright?” his happy look slowly fades to concern. Then he looks away with a soft blush on his cheeks. “It's okay to want that.. to want to be wanted..” he said breathily and quietly, almost like he was embarrassed by his own words.

“Wh-what are you saying?'' How did he know? You were sure you were only thinking to yourself, and you weren’t a vocal thinker.

“I just… sometimes people are like that for you, and it's okay to have a person you want to be with all the time… to want them to want you… and wanting them..?” He ended it like a question, almost like he wanted you to just admit it all to him right then and there.

“Wha- I- '' You didn’t know what you should say to him. You were so embarrassed at the implication that he was who you wanted- or the implication you wanted someone else.

“Do you… want me?” he asked, quieter than ever. He was still pretty blunt with it- looking at you with a pair of hopeful puppy eyes that made your body scream for you to just say “yes” and let him hold you. “I know it's hard to say- but I can help you learn what words to use to express these feelings.” He gently urges, moving closer to you reaching out almost as if he was ready to hug you, and hold you and possibly never let go.

“But- I- it's just that’s- you can’t just ask something like that- I-“ He moves closer, his hands resting on the counter behind you, he makes a point of not touching you yet, but wanting to get closer to you. A warmth spreads over your face into a sweet blush as you figure out how to answer. You felt in that moment that you wanted him to hold you, to grab you the best he could.

“I want to be there for you- whether you want me like that or not.. I’ll be there for you however you need me- I just want what’s best for you- What will make you happy-'' suddenly your phone starts ringing, interrupting Jack and causing him to step away. A soft frustrated look comes over his face as he looks away. You take up the cell phone, glad to have been interrupted right then, afraid if he continued your heart would have given out.

“Oh- Uh- I'll be- back!”

Jack nods slightly, “It might be important- so- don’t worry alright? I’ll still be here when you get back!” He said encouragingly as he let you walk past him.

You really shouldn’t be taking calls at work, but you didn’t care. You also didn't care if the call was spam and you picked it up without checking the name plastered on the screen. You quickly ducked to the kitchen camera blind spot.

“Hello?” You spoke with that pitch in your voice encouraging the person calling to speak. You were hopeful it was something that would take your mind off everything.

“You picked up-“ an all too familiar voice came through, in awe, and dripping with desperation. You froze, the last person you ever wanted to hear, especially with how your day was going. Ian. “Hey..” He spoke again, trying to fill in your quiet response. You hadn’t forgotten about him, but you hadn’t expected he’d call you while you were at work. “Are you alright?” he asked with concern in his voice.

“Ye-yeah, I’m fine..” You could hear him sigh softly in relief as you responded.

“I-I’ve missed you… and your voice..” he almost whimpered into the phone.

“What- what do you need Ian. I’m- at work, you can’t be calling me like this” You asked quietly, surprise still filling your tone more than any anger or demandingness.

“I-I know,, I didn't expect you to pick up! I-I’m sorry…” Ian said, he sounded so sad, and you do feel a little bad. He was your life long friend, and what felt like even longer lover. But he hurt you, and objectively you know you shouldn’t feel sorry for him, or how you treat him.

“You’ve said.. And I don’t forgive you Ian.. You know I am still mad at you.” There’s silence from him. You bite your quivering lip, pushing back a sob, thinking he must be feeling the same. “I-” You huff out, collecting yourself before you continue. “I’m trying to move on.” You say, a little sad hearing yourself say it.

“You’re- You’re what...” you can hear his heart break more in his voice, and you might’ve felt it just a bit yourself. “You’re not,, with someone right? Because… I am trying. I am going to fix this… And-” You cut him off

“Ian... Its not your problem whether I am with someone or not… We aren’t… We are not us anymore. So- what I do isn’t any concern for you...” You speak in a soft frustrated tone, you try to give him patience especially since you’ve trapped yourself into this conversation.

“But... can't it? Be, my problem? I-I need to make this up to you… You’re… All I’ve had since we were little- and… We’ve been through so much I- and I know this is my fault- and I need to fix this. Please. Let me fix this… Fix us…” he begged, and somewhere in you, you could feel the need to let him, to just give him the time to “fix” what he did, just so you could have him back. So you could feel less lonely. But no, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he cheated on you again.

Breaking up with Ian was just as big of a loss for you as it was for him. You both lost someone you never thought you would. And God you had loved him. And who knows, maybe you still did, just a little. He took your silence as an urge for him to continue making his case. “I know I can make it up to you... I promise... I miss you so much- I-I want you so badly. And- I’ll be there soon to show you that what I’m saying is true '' he ends his statement with a happy hum, almost proud. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could hear customers in the front of the clowny yogurt shop come in, chatting modestly among themselves

“Goodbye... Ian.” you say, colder than you would’ve thought you could. You hung up before he could beg you to stay and talk to him more. You take a few slow calming breaths and turn to leave, noticing Jack standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Jack…” you mutter to yourself, afraid he might’ve overheard the call. He looks to you with a concerned kindness, one that he tends to give you whenever you notice Ian called you and left another message. You look away from Jack and walk quickly past him into the store, slapping on your customer service face and attitude.

Greeting the group of boys mulling in the front of the store. They seem preoccupied going through the yogurt flavors, which unfortunately gives you the time to think through things again. Your mind drifts, thinking of memories of Ian, clearer now than they had been that morning. One memory in particular, it was how he had looked when you kicked him out after finding out he had cheated on you. After running that memory in your mind a few times the memory of meeting Jack slowly started playing too. It hadn’t been long after Ian had left either, and you still weren’t completely sure where he came from. If he was a hallucination, could it have been your loneliness that made you imagine this pretty clown man to befriend you? Maybe that was why he was so attached to you? But, Jack certainly felt real, everytime he touched you, it felt real and so very safe. Maybe you did want him? Your thoughts were broken by a shy dark haired boy who stood in front of you. He couldn’t have been much younger than you, and he sported a gray and black shirt with a large black coat.

“We’re ready- to uh- pay- whenever you are?” he seemed nervous, a light blush spreading over his cheeks as he looked away from you, shifting nervously on his feet. One of the guys in the group set down the last of the three yogurt cups onto the scale, and you finish up their transaction. As two of the three guys start to leave the guy in the dark clothing lingers, glancing slyly at you, trying not to stare but also seeming to also want to admire you. “So- uh- you- work here often?” His blush deepens and he looks away again, clearly embarrassed. You can't help but be confused, annoyed and a little humored by his awkwardness.

“Yeah- unfortunately” you reply, attempting to give a light hearted air to your words.

“C-cool- Cool.” he pushes out, almost relieved you didn't call him an idiot. He seems at a loss for words now too, wanting to continue the conversation but feeling too awkward. He makes small noises before he takes his frozen yogurt and walks out. Once he’s gone you give a sigh and a light smile lingers on your face as you think about how silly that interaction was.

The rain continues to pound outside and your day drones on uneventfully and lacking any customers. Soon enough it was time to close and you did so quickly and happily. By the time you were finished with your last sweep you almost skipped out of the store. Jack smiled softly to you as you locked the door, him holding your umbrella once again. Once you were ready you turned around and the pair of you quietly walked home. He nudges you again about half way through the walk, his familiar gentle motion to let you know he was still around.

Once home you quickly kick off your shoes and flop onto your couch with a heavy sigh. You relax with your eyes closed and a gentle sigh. God you needed this seat.

“Hey.. sunshine?” Jack's soft cooing voice sang as you felt his weight and warmth settle in next to you. “Can I ask- who’s Ian..?” he asked softly. You rolled your head up to look at Jack.

“He’s..” Your gaze falls away from the kind caring clown. “An ex..” You gently hug yourself as you feel yourself become warm from all your emotions washing through you. You wanted to talk about him with Jack. You wanted to get it out. You haven’t really told anyone about what happened. Jack wraps a comforting arm around you after seeing you close in on yourself. His other hand rests on your arms, encouraging you to open up. You swallow your emotion like its pill stuck in your throat, then you continue. “He was all I had since we were kids.. Best friends forever- least we were supposed to be..” You felt your lips gently quiver before shaking your head to try to push it away. “and,, as we had gotten older we became something.. More. I don't think we ever officially labeled it- but we both had the mutual understanding that- we were who the other wanted for,, forever..” You huff softly as you feel the sadness hit you harder than before and Jack pulls you into him. He hugs you just to let you know he’s listening and understanding, to let you know you’re safe.

“So why does it seem like you’re so upset with him.. if you,,” he lingers before continuing “if you.. love him” that question hung in the air for a while. After you don’t respond for a while Jack gently leads your head to look up to him. “I’m sorry if that was too much, sunspot. If you can’t-” You shake your head softly, almost nuzzling into his hand.

“No- no it’s okay Jack,,” you mumble while looking up to him with sad eyes. “Ian.. cheated on me..” You mutter before turning away, almost ashamed to admit it. He pulls you back, running his thumb over your cheek to soothe you.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers sweetly to you. He was making you feel so cared for and safe and you craved every touch he gave.

“And…” you felt your eyes slowly start to water. “He was all I had for so long... that when I made him leave I… became so very lonely.” You almost whimper to Jack, trying your best not to cry as you spoke. “I miss him so much Jack...” you whisper as you hide your watery eyes against his hand. “Then you came and you were so safe and I'm afraid I don’t feel genuine enough- like I should for you… or if I just feel these things for you because I can’t for Ian.” Tears pour from your eyes as you bite your lip, your voice and body shaking as you fight back sobs. Jack kindly rubs your back and swipes away the tears running down your cheeks.

“And because of that- I'm- afraid I make myself more lonely by pushing you away because I- don't wanna hurt you…but I still probably do hurt you..” You shake your head looking away and leaning against Jack's chest. He softly shushes you and hugs you tightly as you gently sob into him. “And you're so open, and honest, and kind and I don’t know if I’m completely able to feel all of this emotion as much as I want to- just… feel you hold me like this” you whimper as you cling against Jack, gripping his shirt tightly in your hands.

“It’s okay... I’ll be here for you however you need me… always” he promises you, resting his cheek against the top of your head and gently nuzzling. “You don’t have to tell me what you don’t feel you can,, you don’t have to do anything- feel anything you don’t want to feel.” He gives you a firm squeeze as you slowly calm down “You’re perfect…you didn’t deserve what they did to you- but it's okay to feel bad… or even miss them...” His words are like honey, slowly creeping into all your painful thoughts and soothing them, lessening their raw, burning pain. Being heard, letting it out, had helped tremendously. Especially with how Jack was holding you, close and warm.

“I’m sorry...” You murmur, feeling Jack’s hand on your back slowing. “I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you,, or disappointed you or burdened you or- '' Jack sits up and grabs your face gently. Holding you on either side with his hands, making you look him in the eye.

“None of that sunspot.” He said firmly, his eyes full of nothing but determined care. “You. Are. Perfect.” he says again “You are so amazing- Please never say any of that again” he demanded, his thumb running over your cheek. You look at him with adoration and understanding. You were so close. You nod softly and nuzzle into his hands, soaking up his sweet comforting warmth.

“Jack...” you whisper before looking up to him again with your eyes lingering on his lips. Before you know it, your body draws itself into Jack’s more and your lips find their way to pressing up against his. You feel him push back against your kiss, his hands holding you firm against him. You reach up and gently take one of his hands to lace your fingers together. You felt so overwhelmed with love at that moment. You didn’t want to pull away, but you felt Jack’s lips slowly retreat. You open your eyes and spot Jack’s deep red cheeks and fond eyes looking at you.

“I'm so glad you’re feeling better sunshine.” He says sweetly, and you instinctively nuzzle into the hand against your cheek, turning your head and gently giving it a kiss. That only seems to fluster Jack more. He pulls you against him again, similar to how the pair of you were seated earlier that morning, but this time you didn’t hesitate to kiss Jack as soon as you were situated. The pair of you layed there, trading soft and passionate pecks. Jack occasionally whispers loving praises to you, and soon, you fall asleep in exhaustion against his chest.

[yanderelovlies]

𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

Note: something cute and simple for you all

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC

Character(s): Joseph, Sunny Day Jack, Dante Sparda, and V

Sunny Day Jack

Thought other people couldn't see or feel him like you could you still like to occasionally mention him to strangers you know you won't meet again.

For instance, tonight you and Jack had to decide to get takeout since you didn't feel like cooking after work, and pancakes didn't sound good.

So as soon as you got home you called up your favorite food place, and began to place the order.

"What do you want dear?"

"Oh, a simple burger and fries are fine sunshine."

You smiled and nodded "and my husband wants just a burger and fries please!"

Jack's head swung in your direction, and he just stared at you. Did you just call him your husband?

When you were done with your call Jack immediately was at your side his hand on your face as he gives you a very passionate kiss.

When you separated you could see the love and adoration in his eyes "I think I really like being called your husband sunshine."

Joseph

It wasn't a surprise to see you and Joseph out around town. Ever since he got his job he loves to take you places, and get you things he couldn't before. However this time you insisted on spoiling him.

It was weird for him at first, but eventually, it felt nice to be taken care of. What he didn't expect was when the two of you stopped at In and Out burger for lunch.

You had made your order to the man behind the counter. When the man turned to Joseph for his order you spike up.

"My husband wants the number three please!"

While you continued to talk to the cashier paying for the meal all Joseph could do was stare at you. Not only didn't you remember what he wanted, but you call him your husband??

His face turned red as he looked away trying to hide it. It wasn't until the two of you were sitting at the table does he takes your hand, his face still red, but a smile on his face.

"Thank you my lovely spouse for doing this for me." He kissed the top of your hand his eyes never leaving yours "I love you so much."

Dante Sparda

Being the son of Sparda meant there was always someone trying to pick a fight with Dante. This was no exception as one of the local churchgoers decided it was a great idea to rant and rave in front of the shop.

While they didn't dare step foot in the building their voices could still be heard making Dante let out a sigh. He was seriously getting tired of this.

You would think saving the city multiple times would give him more credit than his name. Finally he stood and made his way outside.

He opened his mouth to yell but he was interrupted by your voice.

"HEY! Don't you guys have any respect? Do know how many times my husband has saved you from demon hoards?!"

The crowd grew silent, but Dante's brain was going a million miles an hour. You called him YOUR husband. Dante felt giddy like kid.

So he practically bounced over to you as he threw his arm around you. From the corner of your eye, you could almost mistake him for his younger self by how excited he looked.

"Now get out of here my amazing spouse and I have some other business to attention to."

V

The two of you were lying in your room. The light from the silent TV was the only thing lighting the dark room. It has been hard for V to cope with the fact the was no longer Vergil. It got worse when Vergil was around.

"It's like seeing a ghost." That is how V describes it.

Today happened to be one of those days so after the mission he asked to come over which happily accepted. As soon as he came over the two of you immediately ended up cuddling on your bed his face on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

You kissed the top of his head as you began to whisper sweet nothings to him. This is what V has been missing out on his whole life.

"My sweet husband. Always working so hard."

V's breath caught in his throat. Your....husband? Did you truly love him that much? He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you have seen.

"Husband...?"

You smiled at him "Yeah one day I would like to make that true. If that's what you want too that is."

He stared at you a little longer before he smiled back at you "I would like nothing more my darling spouse."

[elfqueen006]

We Cry Together

Yeah, here's that toxic Joseph fic I was telling y'all about. It's May x Joseph in a swap!AU or Joseph in place of Ian. He's pretty shitty here - be warned. I wrote it on the fly, the grammar might be a bit sloppy and mismatched I think, cus I wrote one part before the other and forgot to edit some of them.

Tw: cheating, arguing, toxic dynamics

Part two

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Joseph chuckled in that teasing sort of way. The kind he only used with her. May cranes her head around into their kitchen to see him sitting on the chair at their bar counter.

He looked happy...

"Yeah? ... I'd like that..." He pauses, scribbling something down on a notepad. "Okay, see you then."

He hangs up the phone and his charming glow of mischief fades once he sees May standing a ways from him. A curious yet unreadable look on her face.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" He asked.

May tilted her head, "What are you doing up?"

Joseph wet his lips, sparing a shifty glance at his phone before waving it, "Taking a call."

"From..?"

"You know um... the girl, the producer's daughter? I don't know her- I mean I know her name it just" he laughs, "leaves me."

May narrowed her eyes, "Samantha? Yeah, you've been talking about her all week, I'd hope you remembered her name."

His eyes widened at that, "Why would you... hope that?"

May doesn't answer, instead her gaze lowers to the piece of paper in his hand. Joseph's hand reflexively slides over it. She approaches without warning and pulls it from under his palm.

Dinner w/ Samantha @ 4pm

"You told me you were being called back for another shoot." May said, voice devoid of emotion, yet filled with scrutiny.

Joseph finds his voice becoming very small, "I was... Samantha just called after."

"And why does she want dinner with you of all things?"

"Because she...wants to talk about my career."

May has seen Samantha. She's met her formally at one of their studio held dinners. Or about as formal as you could get. There was talk of Joseph being a new official cast member on a tv show he'd been an extra in, with a good few speaking lines.

Samantha only ever talked to the cast members, and she looked a big young for business. Not college young. But definitely inexperienced. She radiated amateur, especially as she asked the director for a role on his show.

When May tried to formally introduce herself or speak, she had a habit of cutting her off "conveniently". And Joseph would let her...

When she looked him square in the face, the subtle swallow in his throat all but confirmed her suspicions.

The light in May's eyes leaves - she gives him a half lidded gaze. Joseph shudders at the expression. It excites him honestly, how easily she gets annoyed or agitated. It's always been a small game of theirs to him, because he knows they'd end up spooning, fucking, or just generally in a good spot again. But he's honestly a little scared. May is a good girlfriend. She takes care of him. She supports him. She loves him. He knows he doesn't deserve anyone like her, but if she could give him another chance...

He follows after as she turns to leave, probably to cry, "Rosie, listen." He used her nickname, and he couldn't even get the usual response of playful annoyance.

"Get out." She said, cold and prompt.

"Get out?- May listen to me."

She turns to him with her same expression, only her eyes are wet. He hates the part of him in his body that says "gotcha". He's thinking about all the right words to schmooze her over and make her his again. He knows he's not being fair or nice or good, but all he can think of is making sure she stays hooked.

Joseph takes a gentle hold of her wrists with his hands, a silent plea to stay put and then he ran them up her arms, resisting a smirk at her goosebumps. He puts on a mournful expression when he meets her eyes. The half-lidded and lightless expression is the same, but they aren't cold like at first. They're misty and dim, like a humid April day, when you just know it's about to rain.

"Listen to me..." he began, his voice is lowered for only the two of them to hear, despite them being the only ones in the room. "This wasn't for anything personal. It was only for me."

May furrowed her brows, pulling away from him.

Wrong answer.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"What I mean is like, she doesn't mean anything. It's just for the job."

"So you were willing to fuck a bitch over your job?" May spat, "Did the fact that you have a girlfriend ever occur to you?"

Joseph was beginning to get exasperated. He looked up at the ceiling and rolled his eyes.

"May, you know I'm loyal to you. Honestly, my very word should be enough as well as like, what- over five years of commitment?"

"So you think that gives you a pass to fuck another woman? You've been so fucking good you should just have access to other bitches as a treat?"

"Stop calling her a bitch, May, it's tacky and you've barely talked to her." Joseph snapped back, "and I mean that it shouldn't matter. I mean, I love you and you know it!"

"No, no I don't. Because if you loved me you'd know me and know I don't fucking share!" Her voice cracked as she spoke, "I don't care if it's for your job or your dying granny or anything, Joseph Cullman, you know that the very idea of even touching another woman should be off-limits when you're with me!"

Joseph then laughs. May narrowed her eyes, expecting him to fill her in on the 'joke'.

"You know, I really think you're the last person to be saying that."

He seemed satisfied to see she was stunned - something that didn't come often with her. But it came with women. Women he'd argued with, and when they were in that state they often out of an argument. He took that as his cue to head into their room.

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When Joseph woke up, May wasn't there with him. He gripped the sheet under him, feeling something cold in his chest at the absence of her. Maybe she'd already gone to work?

He sat up with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd have to apologize. He knows he would. Otherwise she'd ice him out for a whole month, especially with what he had to do. It wasn't personal at all, really. But he felt a weird territorial urge to defend his keep, if that was what he was calling it. He knew Samantha liked him, but he only was going to entertain her for the role on the show. Maybe he would've rather gotten it honestly, but when he and May were living off of takeout on her salary, there wasn't any time for that.

He wanted to get something his way. And it wasn't like May was some angel, neither. She had all the money a girl could ask for, and the girls boyfriends she screwed back in high school certainly didn't add to any of that. At least he's trying to do something for them. It just happened to be in a kind of shitty takeaway. Maybe if people actually did their jobs the way they were supposed to, he would have a better chance of climbing the ladder.

But it was time to do business - Hollywood's way.

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It went about as well as he'd hoped. As expected, going to bed with her wasn't ideal. But hell, she was fun at most. Good looking at least. Not exactly up to his standards. But it made him feel prideful on the fact that after all that, he'd be getting what he paid for. It feels a bit like college.

He snickered at the thought.

He tossed the dinner receipt in a random trash can way before driving home.

As he pulled up to the parking lot in the apartment, he saw a moving van. Something in his chest dropped at that, and he didn't even know why. Could she have..?

As he got out of the car he got a good look at the movers coming out from the back of the doors. They were carrying boxes full of boots, belts, tees, and dirty magazines. His heart raced. He came up behind one of the men and pulled him aside.

"Hey, who's boxes are those?"

The man shrugged, "Some girls' ex-boyfriend's things."

Joseph's eyes widened as he looked up at the apartment window where their room would be. He could see May's silhouette and her dark fingers holding the curtains before they shut.

He pointed at the movers, "Don't move another inch, don't move!" Before running up into the apartment.

He hissed multiple curses as he dug inside of his jeans, searching for his keys that seemed to be nowhere, conveniently. After what felt like an hour he finally produced them and wasted no time going in.

Inside was could only be described as a bad dream realized. Movers were taking down every trace of him in his apartment. His suggested decorations, his pictures, his clothes, his old playbooks. All of them being packed up and shipped away in boxes.

And May was in the middle of all of it, advising them like she were the director of her own fucking movie set while smoking a fucking cigarette - something she said she always hated, and continued to do until she quit.

When she finally paid mind to him she sneered. Joseph folded his arms, giving her an expectant look.

Tell them to leave.

May took a long drag of the cigarette, before blowing the smoke his way. He stroke towards her and pulled her by her wrist into a corner. She tried to flick the cigarette ash on him, but he shook her arm so she'd drop it before he stamped it out. May grimaced at the now ruined part of her carpet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Joseph hissed.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're messing up our life, that's what."

May shoved him in the chest roughly, "And where the fuck did you come from, huh? What'd you do to make it better - tell me!"

Joseph glanced around at the movers, some of them were glancing their way, but it didn't matter much to them. This was actually one of the common occurrences for when they did a job.

He got close and stopped her hands before she tried to hit him again, "Keep your voice down." Joseph growled.

"Why? You were so sure of yourself last night. I bet you feel real good now, don't you?"

"Shut up-"

"You fucked that bitch didn't you?" She sneered.

He pushed her up against the corner, his nails digging into her wrists with their harsh hold.

She jerked in his grip, "Let go!"

One of the movers approached them, "Hey, hey man, that's enough."

Joseph's eyes were full of white hot rage as he pointed at him with his free hand. "Don't fuck with me, get the fuck back."

"What you gonna do, hit me?" May said suddenly.

"Shut up."

She jerked away, "So, for what? So you can hit me when they ain't looking?"

"Nobody's gonna fucking hit you!" Joseph hissed.

"But you want to though," May pushed, "You wanna fucking hit me because I'm exposing you for a selfish fucking bastard-"

"May!"

"- who wanna fuck a random bitch to feel like a man, can't even act for shit so you hoe yourself out-"

"What the hell do you want from me, huh?!" His voice boomed throughout the apartment, startling the rest of the movers. May even stopped. When she didn't reply, Joseph continued, "I already do so. Damn. Much for you! I clean the house when you're at work, I cook because you don't know how! And you would deny me the opportunity to actually take care of us?"

"So I fuck some girl to keep the lights on, it isn't the first time I've done it either." May's eyes widened at that, "Yeah, I did that shit for us. And they still didn't mean shit to me! I believe just this once I should be allowed to make us some actual money instead of living off your shitty yogurt salary!"

After that, it fell deathly quiet. So much so, one could only hear the whirring of the ceiling fan.

By this point, Joseph already knew he didn't have a spot in the apartment anymore. But he refused to be perturbed, even as May's eyes welled up with tears or one of the movers began to dial 911. He simply folded his arms, looking his soon-to-be ex dead in the face.

"Well... If I'm not doing enough then you can take yourself somewhere you don't have to slum off my mediocre salary." May said, her voice cracking. Only then Joseph's gaze softened, but he had enough sense not to argue or plead or beg, then he allowed himself to leave.

[lichilly]

"It Will Come Back" — Hozier

Werewolf Joseph AU (Song Analysis)

I heavily encourage you to go listen to this song, either along with the analysis or by itself ! This post won't hold the same weight (in my opinion) if you go in blindly!

(tumblr hates me trying to upload my own mp3.. so I had to link to youtube instead..)

I’ve loved this song for a long time, and as I’ve delved into the Werewolf Joseph AU, I’ve noticed that it heavily relates to how I view werewolf Joseph. This song perfectly portrays the push and pull of Joseph’s internal struggle between his human side and his more feral, werewolf nature. Alright, let's dive in!!

You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to look at it, look at it like that You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to talk to it, talk to it like that

These opening lines reflect Joseph’s internal conflict. The “It” throughout the song refers to his werewolf side—a part of him he believes shouldn’t be acknowledged. By referring to it as “It,” Joseph distances himself from this aspect of his identity, as if it’s something separate, something dangerous that could easily latch onto the MC if provoked.

Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul Honey, make this easy Leave it to the land, this is what it knows Honey, that's how it sleeps

This verse speaks to Joseph’s primal nature, which is deeply rooted in him and exists beyond his human control. The line “Don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul” is a warning to the MC. Engaging with Joseph on a deeper level—offering more than just superficial affection—awakens something in him that he struggles to suppress. The "land" here symbolizes Joseph’s instinctual connection to his feral side, which only "sleeps" when left undisturbed.

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it Honey, don't feed it, it will come back

This verse highlights the inevitability of Joseph’s return to the MC if they show him kindness or affection. His feral side cannot be ignored, and the MC’s kindness, fuels Joseph’s obsession. The warning “Don’t be kind to it/don’t feed it” suggests that even a small gesture of kindness has significant effects on Joseph. It awakens a hunger in him.

You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

This verse echoes the earlier warnings but with a more personal touch. By this point, Joseph and the MC have developed a closer bond. The MC’s smile, their touch—simple, human gestures—have a powerful effect on Joseph. Their growing closeness blurs the lines between affection and danger, making it harder for Joseph to maintain control over his instincts.

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need

This verse is crucial in understanding Joseph’s internal struggle. When he’s alone, he has a sense of control over who he is, but the moment he sees the MC, his control begins to slip. He becomes “something else,” his feral nature taking over. The line “you should never know how easy you are to need” reveals how irresistible the MC is to Joseph, a fact that he knows the MC could never fully comprehend.

It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

This lyric can be seen as both literal and symbolic. In the fanfiction I’m writing based around this song, the MC is staying in a cabin in the middle of winter. The cabin represents a warm, safe space, not just physically but emotionally—a place linked to the MC. Joseph feels a sense of warmth and safety in their presence, something he’s never experienced before.

Oh, please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't afford I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born You'll hear me howling outside your door

This verse marks a turning point for Joseph. Here, he fully succumbs to his true nature. The line “You’ll hear me howling outside your door” signifies his complete loss of control. Hozier’s almost growling delivery of this lyric emphasizes Joseph’s transformation—he’s no longer the man he once was, but something far more primal and dangerous. His howling outside the MC’s door is both a warning and a declaration that his obsession has taken over completely.

Don't you hear me howling, babe? Don't you hear me howling, babe? Don't you hear me howling, babe? Don't you hear me howling? Don't you hear me howling? Don't you hear me howling, babe?

This is my favorite part of the song ( no surprise there hehe). The repeated question, “Don’t you hear me howling?” serves as SUCH a haunting conclusion. The repetition, combined with the loud drumbeat that, to me, mimics knocking on a door, suggests desperation. The haunting, eerie nature of these lines reflects the idea that Joseph is no longer fully in control—he is now fully driven entirely by his feral nature and his obsession with the MC.

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I hope you enjoyed this analysis! It was quite difficult trying to wrangle all my buzzing thoughts together but alas, I have done it. If you're interested in learning a little more about the werewolf AU you can find more about it over on my twitter linked at the top! Fair warning, most of it is incoherent rambles asdjldkfa

[itrithenbartist]

I love you headcanons for sunny day jack. I was wondering if you have headcanons for Joseph Cullman too? You don't have to if you don't want to, but thanks for reading this!

yesssssss i would absolutely love to do this. sorry it took a second, i'm recovering atp. but yea!!

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED AND ANY AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED TOO

with that out of the way, enjoy <3 gn as possible

-Joseph.......loves praising mc???? but like also in a degrading way than the way jack would. think more towards 'you're such a good sl*t' etc etc

-loves public s*x...there's no way you can look at the man and say he doesn't. of course doesn't want to get into trouble with the law or terrify children, but think of it as a game. see how many times mc can nut on his fingers. before the two of them have to finish this...elsewhere

-loves to tease, doesn't matter about what, just to see mc flush and try to hide is just so appealing to him. even more so when they're going at it in the bedroom and watching mc fall apart with his c*ck and his voice??? mmmm he'll take that everyday

-loves pet names. mc calls him something like "my love" or "baby" or "honey" don't ask him why his first response is to get excited...he's such a lonely man.

-if you want to try things in the bedroom? he doesn't care. mc wants to call him different names/titles? 100% is on board. when him and mc figure out the best title? oh man he's gonna use it against mc everrrrrryday.

-just like last post, he's absolutely for sloppy toppy. he can't get enough of it. tho it's more like an appetizer than like him actually wanting to finish, mc other holes are his main dish he wants in all the time.

-instead of praising when mc tops? filthy talker. goading mc to go harder/faster with whatever equipment they got (bought or organic is fine, he's not picky). even will ride mc to get the results he wants. he's not no pillow princess

-doesn't really sub, more like less domineering than anything else. doesn't mean to? but will laugh in mc's face if they suggest being in charge.

-shouldn't tell him how much you love any part of his body...especially his c*ck....he's gonna be an unstoppable force of nature and it's so sexy scary seeing how he uses this to his advantage

-love's bondage, especiallyyyy on mc. seeing them wrapped in whatever rope/silk? hard, matter of minutes. so turned on

-size different? esp if mc is shorter than him? he's in heaven. he loves that mc gotta crane their neck to him to do anything

softer hc's i think i got all the major k*nks i can think of.

-loves being little spoon. like don't get him wrong he loves dominating mc, and caring........but sometimes he wants to be held??? wouldn't flat out ask for it, but if mc does it on their own? joseph's smitten.

-since he's not rich/doesn't make a lot of money...his idea of love and showing affection is just mostly spending quality time. oh mc gotta do grocery shopping? he's with them. doing basic tasks? follows like a an obedient puppy.

-loves soft touches. when mc just randomly touches him? cups his face? strokes his hair? trace his back? it's a wrap. he's literally gonna be so smitten and soft for mc

-never had someone care about him. so when mc see's he's struggling? and helps give him a 'self care day'? he doesn't know how to react. genuinely stuck between wanting to cry and rejecting the idea of it. fully accepts it after awhile. it's his favorite thing to do with mc

-loves when mc plays with his hair, likes brushing it? and just being so gentle? (actually figuring out that 2-in-1 isn't actually good) and takes the time to let mc take care of his hair. it's so soft and nice now.

-can only cook the essentials...........like eggs and ramen. if mc can cook better than him? well he's been sold for everything else, but this is just a bonus.

-doesn't really speak. genuinely loves hearing mc talk about their day/in general because he thinks their voice is so lovely.

-wants to take care of mc no matter what. mc is the first person to care for him, he wants to make sure they're taken care of.

personally this is a little adhd snippet? i personally hc him that has adhd

-he's weird? he can maintain eye contact, but if you're talking to him, he's walking while listening. so he can actually Listen

-was always shit on for having hyperfixations, esp as a kid...mc makes it safe for him to explore himself and his childhood.

-cannot watch anything without subtitles. it's like...without the subtitles he can't understand shit

-can get really good at something in a matter of days then just dip....because it doesn't stimulate his brain as much as it did

enough adhd content, also it's MY hc because i have audhd, skip over it if you don't want to read it

-joseph loves all shapes mc would be in....just really really loves fat mc. like he loves tummy.

[midnightlee25]

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[ihuntvisualmentoo]

Joseph Cullman x Motel Owner! Reader

The sign luminates the night sky, hovering over a one story building that looks to go through maintenance every year. 

“Here it is,” Joseph mumbled to himself. After some time walking down the streets of El Paso, he finds a surprisingly clean motel, don’t see that much around this part of the city. He steps foot inside, the bell on the door rings alerting a woman behind the counter in front, “Be right there!” she shouted. Joseph waited, learning against the desk, his eyes wandering the office.

 ‘It’s nice in here too,’ he thought. He hears footsteps approaching behind the desk. A woman a little taller than average with a well built athletic figure. Cute too. Joseph glances at your name tag on your chest, “ Sunny ”, 

The landlord.

“Room for one?” you asked 

“Yeah, uh, how much do ya charge?”

“Hmm? Oh! 80 a month,” you said, Joseph taps his chin in thought, recently he just got a role as a tv host of a children’s show, so the checks don’t start rolling in after a couple of episodes. “Is there-a possibility to make up for the payment? I don’t exactly got the cash on me right now” 

He hates to admit it, but it’s true.

You eye him with concentrated eyes, as if you’re checking for reasonable compensation.

‘Aah, of course,’ Joseph had already felt what you wanted from him, I mean, it’s nothing new to him. He’s always the compensation.

….. Sigh

“Well, there’s definitely something you can help me with~” you said

Yep! Just what he expected, “Well then, when do we start?”

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… This is NOT what he expected

“Move that piece over there," you told him, balanced on a ladder, Joseph moves the metal pipe to the specific you pointed to from below. “This good?” he asked. In response he gets a smile and a thumbs up. 

How did he end up here you ask? Let's take it back to that last night.

You step away from the desk and come back with a piece of paper, leaving Joseph confused as he reads it. It looks to be some sort of list. A list of chores to be exact. “I’ve been meaning to get these things done, but it ain’t gonna be so easy by myself,” you said, “If you can help me with this, then you don’t have to worry about the money until you’re able to.” 

The proposition was the easiest deal he could get for a room, Joseph didn’t have to think about it as he's already agreed. “Great!” you quipped, “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon then.”

And for 2 weeks now, he's been helping you with fixing up the motel with you. 

“Well if it isn’t Sunny and Josie,” said a chipper voice. You and Joseph turned to see the sweet elderly lady with a basket in hand presenting it to us, “Lunchtime!” 

“Thanks mimi,” you thanked the old lady, grabbing a chorizo and potato sandwich from the basket and handing it to Joseph. Taking his seat on the curbside of the motel and you joining him as well.

“Thanks”

Taking a bite of your own, you asked

“Sooo… How long ya been on the road?”

“Bout’a good couple of years I think”

…

“Must’ve been tough, huh?,” Joseph glanced your way, taking notice that he's got your full attention now. It’s clear that you’re interested in his story but kind enough to not pry into it since it’s a personal chapter of himself. “Well then,” you said, getting up from your spot, you looked down and smiled.

“You’re past it now, ain’t ya? I’m sure you’ll get a hitch from your starting point.”

….

Huh. Sunny really does suit you. “Heh, I’d like to believe that too,” Joseph responded, recovering himself. “Guess I’ll try though,” “Then try and come help me getting this pipe back on,” you teased

A smirk tugs on Joseph’s lips. “Yes ma’am.” Looks like he’ll be having a good time here.

[druunkdaze]

short self indulge joseph cullman fic because he’s super hawt

no specifics but she/her is used and is implied to be a singer. also set to the modern day 🫶🏼

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she heard the door open and close softly, a soft groan as she felt weight on her lap and a soft sigh. she peaked an eye open as she looked down at who it was.

she stifled a laugh as she saw joseph’s face, his brown hair sprawled on her legs as he had his eyes closed. she could tell he just got back from filming, as he still had his makeup on his cheeks and his nose.

a little smiled formed on her face as she softly ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently, “long rehearsal?”

joseph responded with a grumble, “you have no idea, doll.” his voice filled with sleepiness as he opened one eye, his chocolate colored eyes looking at hers.

“how about you? recording sesh go good?” he asked, one of his hands playing with her sweater string.

a groan escaped through her throat, throwing her head back on the back of the couch, “as good as it could be, sound tech was messed up for a good fifteen minutes.” she spoke, picking her head back up to look at him.

“has that ever happened to you? or does everything go as smoothly as it does in ‘cloudy town’?” she smiled when she saw joseph give a small grin, “that happens a lot there, all the equipment is old and crappy.” he laughed, putting his arms behind his head as he positioned himself more comfortably on her lap. he closed his eyes in content.

“one of the most popular children’s shows and they can’t bother to update their equipment,” he spoke with sigh, before opening his eyes and looking at her, “can you believe that, sugar?”

she laughs and traces circles in his chest, humming softly to herself.

it was moments like these where both of them could just soak in the comfort of each other. especially after a long day of work, him being a children’s entertainer and her being a singer, both jobs being in the entertainment industry take a lot out of them.

the hand makes its way to his cheek, rubbing at the signature red makeup as it smeers on her thumb. it was nearly laughable on how it looks on him.

joseph was a stoic man, very flirty, and has a colorful choice of vocabulary. but for him to land a job being the main host of one of the most popular children’s shows where he’d dawn blue hair, rosy makeup, and played the role of being a optimistic clown was not something she would guess to be his job.

joseph grabbed her hand rubbing his cheek, “yeah, didn’t have time to wash it off, wanted to come and be with you.” he mumbled, picking up her hand and messing with her fingers.

she loved when he was soft with her, especially when he was sleepy like now. she gripped his hand softly. “how about I wash it off and we can lay down?” she spoke softly, raising his hand to her lips and placing a chaste kiss on his fingers.

the blush made the makeup on his cheeks darken more at the action, before giving a soft laugh, “yeah, sunshine, I’d like that.”

me and joseph fr:

[runningmiller]

You're A Gift Enough

Summary:

Joseph opens his secret Santa present.

Dust, illuminated by stage lights, drifts down, like the snow in the street lamps, as feet thunder across the catwalks. A chorus of whistles as people run about, pushing set pieces here and there, tying ropes and cursing each other's handy work. Tomorrow they film a live Christmas special. Filming will be all day long, gathering funds for a children's charity. No fuckups allowed. Director's orders. But for a short reprieve, as things are organized and settled, crew running through the stage cues, the actors get a moments break and their turn at the green room table.

The table glints like a holiday beacon, stacked with gifts in shining packages. The secret Santa turnout was higher than expected, but everyone managed to get their gifts in on time. And somewhere in that pile, a small bag was tagged: Joseph Haberdae. The other three of the main cast sift through the pile while Joseph sits to the side, rereading his lines.

“Are you still reading those? You’re the only one who’s already got them down, you’re gonna make us look bad, kid!” Dan elbows his shoulder, “come on, don’t you want to see what your secret Santa got you?”

Joseph glances up at the man, eyes weighed down with heavy lids and dark bags.

“I’m good. Why are you wearing that now?” On Dan’s face sits his yellow foam nose. Joseph remembers in the early stages of the show when costuming was being finalized, over hearing Dan insisting he gets to wear a proper clown nose.

“Never mind, forget I asked,” Joseph sets the script down, scrunching his face and rubbing the bridge of his nose, “the only gift I want this year is some sleep.” He heaves a sigh reaching for his bag. 

“They really work you like a dog. How about you head back to your dressing room for a bit and get some shut eye?” Belle holds out the small gift bag she’d found with his name on it. 

Joseph thinks for a moment then closes his bag, letting the faded label of the bottle slip from his hand. 

“Yeah, that… that sounds good. See you guys in a few,” he stretches his arms above his head, throwing his script from the couch seat to a corner table. Clapping his hands on his knees and pushes himself up with a groan. He rolls his neck, rubbing the back of it as he heads for the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Mary’s voice stops him in the doorway. With a yawn he sees her still holding out the gift.

“Right. Thanks,” he takes it and gives them all a wave as he walks off. 

In his dressing room, Joseph tosses the gift bag in a pile of Sunny Day Jack merch. Plushies, figurines, t-shirts, the works. He doesn't glance as the gift lands with a small crinkle, barely able to keep his eyes open at all. He collapses on the couch, remaining how he lands, tired enough any position is comfortable.

Until it wasn’t. The throbbing in his skull, though caused by exhaustion, won’t let him sleep. He takes some pain killers and lays back as they finally kick in, and he can drift off. Instead he tosses and turns, repeatedly readjusting his clothes. He throws his arm over his eyes with an exasperated sigh before letting it fall to hang off the couch. 

As he stares at the ceiling, something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. A spot of brown in a pile of blue, red, and yellow. Glancing over, he sees his pile of Jack merchandise, dusty and piled haphazardly. And in front of it, the discarded gift bag on its side, a dab of brown peeking out and popping against the colourful background, even in the dark. He turns his head to look at the couch before he relents and rises, lighting a cigarette. 

Picking up the bag, he's careful to make sure the gift doesn’t fall out as he does. Sitting back down he eyes the bag, grimacing before reaching in. His hand brushes something soft, and a piece of paper. He pulls out a plushie with brown hair and black shiny pants. A small charm in the eyebrow and a red pattern on part of the chest, obscured by the little tank top. Him? A small doll of himself, handmade and imperfect, but him. Joseph, not Jack. He stares for a while, the cigarette in his teeth almost falling and nearly burning the doll as he brushes his thumb over what is supposed to be his tattoo. He fumbles but catches it, protecting the doll. He digs out the card.

“I know you probably have a ton of Jack plushies, but maybe you could use one of Joseph? After all, Joseph’s a pretty cool guy too!”

There’s evidence of erasing, the paper rough and piling, indented with clumsy sentiments, before the final message had been committed to ink. He sets the bag and note aside, laying back down. He keeps inspecting the doll, lowering it more and more as he does, his eyelids doing the same. And soon, the doll rests on his chest as he drifts to sleep.

“It’s so creepy! What was I thinking?” You lament to the trio, dangling yourself over the back of the green room couch like a sad ragdoll. Belle pats your back.

“Yeah, kinda stalkerish,” Belle shoots Jean a scolding look.

“It’s the thought that counts, your heart was in the right place.”

“Exactly, besides, your version of his tattoo is so indistinct, he won’t be able to accuse you of stalking him, even for accuracy!” Sue can’t help but snicker at Dan’s comment as she continues to pat your back.

“Hey!” Joseph calls out, successfully catching Jean’s attention.

“Hm?”

“You don’t happen to know who my secret Santa was, do you?”

“No. Why?”

“Don’t worry about that, just spill it.”

“Why do you assume I’d know?”

“You spend most of your time on set lurking and brooding in corners. You saw.”

Jean narrows his eyes at Joseph’s deadpan expression, a stand off of sorts. Jean looks away first. 

“No idea.”

Joseph rolls his eyes but lets it go. Throwing on his Sunny Day jacket, he tucks something very important in the inner pocket. A dab of brown is barely visible in a few shots, to be colour corrected out in the VHS release.

[shytothemaxx2]

I’m falling into a rabbit hole and I don’t want to leave ❤️💛💙

[lichilly]

mango… this filled me with such warmth … I can’t even../pos

It’s bittersweet to me because this is what Joseph could’ve and should’ve had!! He should’ve been given the happy life where he can wake up and look in the mirror and see that he’s aged!! And he’s happy that he has!!!!!!!!!! In his younger years, he probably didn’t even think he’d make it past his early 20s but there he is, looking back at himself and being proud of who he is. Who he’s grown to be. I’m holding this blurb so dear to my heart and waving it in the faces of everyone that passes by. LOOK!! LOOK AT THIS!!

after all these years | sunny day jack

one day, joseph looks in the mirror and finds out that he's grown old. there are smile lines around his mouth, crow's feet crinkling the edges of his eyes from all the days he's spent doubled over laughing over some dumb joke he doesn't remember. his skin has become soft and leathery after all these years, the remnants of old scars now faded after so much time. he still keeps his hair long, the waves are just now streaked with silver like the stars arcing across the desert sky.

but after all these years, his eyes are still the same. they're the same eyes that protected him on those cold nights, shifting from side to side to detect any threats. the same eyes that folks still recognize at the grocery store, decades after the show ended, because those eyes had watched them grow and learn and become themselves. the same eyes that found you, staring right back.

you find him in the bathroom, his fingertips grazing his cheeks as he examines his face in the mirror.

"you okay there, handsome?" when joseph turns to meet you, his eyes are glistening.

"we're old," he says, as if he can't believe it. as if he can't be more grateful.

you pause. your joints have been creaking more lately and there are new freckles under your knuckles. the both of you were young once and by the grace of fate, you were given all this time.

"yeah," you answer, taking his face in your hands, stubble brushing against your palm as he leans into your touch. after all these years, he still looks at you in the same way he always has. "it's nice, isn't it?"

[yanderelovlies]

TW: Face fucking

Fandom: SWWSDJ

character: Joseph

Joesph lifted your chin, making sure your eyes met his eyes. "Remember Doll thigh tap three times when it becomes too much." He tapped his own thigh beside your head to demonstrate.

You nodded, making him smile. "What a good pet." He lightly tapped your cheek before both hands moved to his belt and pants. "Now open that pretty mouth of yours."

Following his orders, you opened your mouth, even sticking your tongue out for good measure. Joesph groaned as he freed his now thick and hard cock giving it a few pumps for good measure.

He gave you a smirk before leaning over and roughly grabbing the back of your hair, pulling you forward.

You could feel the heavy heat of his dick on your tougne as he slid it down your throat till your nose met his pelvis."Mmgh fuck baby....so warm and tight, and so fucking perfect."

Using the grip he had on your hair to keep you in place he began to pump his hips fucking your mouth. He throws his head back with moan "God you feel so good...ah"

You place your hands on his thighs, trying to steady yourself as he uses his mouth. You could feel tears began to run down your face as you tried to keep yourself from gagging.

"Just a...ah little more precious." His thrusting became fast as you feel your head swirl. With one last rough thrust he pushed your head flushed against his pelvis stuffing his dick as far as he could down your throat before pumping load after load of his cum down your throat.

He slumped back, letting go of your head, allowing you to slowly remove his softening dick from your mouth. You swallowed what you could while breathing heavily through your nose.

While you tried to catch your breath, Joesph pulled you closer, kissing behind your ear and down your neck. "Are you okay, doll? I didn't hurt you, did I?" You shook your head, making Joesph tsk."Be a good pet and use your words."

"I-im... okay, I just need a minute." Your voice was rough and airy, but he didn't seem to mind as he smiled, kissing your cheek.

"Are you okay to keep going?"

"....please"

[elfqueen006]

Once Again, Nevermore

Joseph Cullman x May-Rose (OC)

Tags: Drama, Hurt/comfort, past mistakes, lemon/smut, modern au.

Part one

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"Good morning, Sunshine!"

"What the fuck!?" May flinches away from the doorway, her arm coming out in a swing as the man in front of her reeled back to keep from getting hit.

"H-hold on-"

She swung again but her wrists were caught by the larger man. She hissed and cussed at him, while jerking around in his grip.

"Hey hey! It's okay! It's me!" The man said. May froze at the familiar sound of his voice. She lowered her fists, finally taking the time to a good look at his appearance. He was wearing a blue wig, red face paint marking his cheeks, chin, and nose. He was wearing a blue jacket over a t-shirt with a red and yellow streamed design and brown pants. Any other time, she would have considered this man a run of the mill freak but when catching his dark doe eyes she thought...

That's my freak!

"Joseph, what the hell is this?" She exclaimed.

He took a step back and cleared his throat. May narrowed her eyes as he put on a performative smile.

"Good morning, sunshine! My name is Sunny Day Jack! I just thought I'd come by and brighten your day a little, if you didn't mind! Oh, by the way, are you subscribed to Channel Seven? That's the best way to get in touch with me and my friends, The Sunnytime Crew... on the Sunnytime Crew Show!"

May scoffed, feeling a snide smile spread on her face.

"Joseph, is this what you meant about showing me something?"

Joseph dropped the act and sighed, "Yeah. Yeah, I thought you'd be interested since you used to watch that show as a kid."

"You thought you could come and win me over with a kids show?"

"I'm not trying to win you over! I just... I want us to be on good terms again." He said.

She shook her head, "I feel like we were on fine enough terms."

"You mean you were fine being bitter over me?" Joseph said, his voice raising a bit with his rapid growing agitation.

May shrugged, looking indifferent. "I wasn't thinking about you." She said, "I don't want anything to do with you either. That's about as good we can get."

When Joseph didn't reply she continued, "For what it's worth though, I'm happy for you. You got to where you wanted at least." She then gripped the door, ready to close it on him.

"Wait!"

May paused, raising a brow. "Rosie. You don't have to be with me-"

"I sure don't."

"-but you can't be able to throw us all away so easily."

"You threw me away, Joseph. I expected you to do one thing, and that was respect my boundaries and not fuck other girls." May said.

"...that's two things." Joseph replied.

"And you basically told me to fuck off when I told you not to. What kind of idiot do you think I am to take you back?"

Joseph sighed, "I don't...I don't think you're an idiot. I just... I don't know what I'd do without you. You were there for me when no one else was."

"So was Ian."

"What are you bringing him up for..?"

At that, May averted her gaze. Unpleasant memories of high school came to mind. College wasn't much better either. She, Ian, and Joseph had ended up going to college, despite the former and ladders' previous disdain for the other. Ian had once been good friends with Joseph, but that all stopped one fateful day.

"Joseph, do you remember how you and I used to hate each other? And you told Ian not to hang out with me-"

"I didn't- I hadn't told him not to I-"

"You told him I was a "slut". And that I only liked attention... which was kind of true. Honestly, I knew he was into me. I even considered dating him for the hell of it."

Joseph narrowed his eyes at that. May couldn't decide between scoffing at his nerve to judge her and feeling ashamed at how careless she was with Ian's affections. She decided to just focus on the now.

"It wasn't just him though, you told everybody. You acted like you were better than me." Just like I did. "But then you came around and tried to be just like everyone else. Sleeping with the "fast" girl and acting like she was the only slut in the school. For what? To piss Ian off?"

"I wasn't trying to piss him off! I was trying to show him how you- how you were. You weren't any angel, May, I'm sorry but you weren't!"

"And neither were you! Who sleeps with their friends crush to prove a damn point?" May said.

"You did." Joseph bit out. It was so surreal seeing him in the costume of Sunny Day Jack as they had this conversation. Almost like the ghost of childhoods' past had manifested itself in front of her to shame her behavior. Children's shows are often made to educate and shape young minds not only to encourage a thoughtful youth but a better person when they grew into adulthood.

Her face flushed involuntarily under his scrutiny and she sighed. "What I'm saying is... we aren't good for each other."

"No- I-" He then growled, putting his hand to his head, "May, that shit is in the past!"

"We're still doing it, though!"

"I only did what I did to help us get by!"

"Joseph, you did that for you ! I wasn't fine with that! And you didn't respect that I wasn't fine with it! You did it because you wanted to act like you were some big man who had a say in our income!"

Joseph hit the doorway, making her flinch. He so wanted to scream "Didn’t I have a say?!" But as much as he wanted to argue, she had a point. He felt his face burn with all the frustration, pushing himself past and pacing himself inside her apartment. He stops to look around, his heart dropping at how much has changed without him. It's only May's Esscence and scattered celebrity magazines on their table instead of his Rolling Stone issues. Her incense sticks were burning, the fumes ingrained in the air. He used to feel like they were too suffocating and sweet smelling, but she can have them any time they want now that he's gone.

He then looked at the woman before him fully. She was still beautiful. Sad and hurt, but beautiful. And she'd always be that way without him.

"May-Rose, we can't leave it like this."

"We can't really go anywhere from this, Joseph." May replied.

Joseph stared at her, giving her body a slow once over. It was then she knew she was in trouble. He took slow steps toward her until he and her were right up against the other's body. He settled his hand against her waist and used the other to stroke her cheek with his thumb.

"Maybe I could have something to remember you by."

May scoffed, but she made no mood to push him away. Truth is, her skin was burning at his touch. It was worse when he moved his hand from her waist to the upper half of her thigh. Goosebumps rose from his touch, despite him wearing gloves.

Her legs involuntarily squeezed together. The action made him smirk.

"At least I know some parts of you still miss me," he then tilted her head up to look him in his hazel eyes. "Isn't that right, sunshine?"

May was in a daze, her head fogged up with numerous visions of the positions they can put themselves in...and the numerous other places to do them in.

"Jo..." She whispered.

"What is it, princess?"

"... stop fucking around and kiss me already." She huffed. This elicited a gleeful smile from her ex, who wasted no time smushing his lips against hers, gripping the small of her back to pull her close. She pulled him in by his head, their lips parting to slide their tongues against the other.

May sucked his tongue, making him moan into the kiss. His knees almost buckled beneath him when she rubbed her hand against his bulge, which strained against his pants. A little payback for earlier.

May broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them. She then leaned in next to his ear, "This is how I have you. By your round... smooth... pretty balls." She kneaded his bulge for emphasis of each word. His breathing became shallow as he rolled his hips in tune with her actions.

"Rosie. Fuck, I need you."

"I know baby." she cooed, "but you know who's in charge, right?"

"Yes, yes, fuck-"

"Who is it?"

"It's you, baby, it's you, it's always been you!" He whined, feeling himself throb. At this point he might just come in his pants. While her hand was heavenly, it wasn't enough. He needed to be inside her.

"May, please. Let me... let me make you feel good."

May's eyes softened at the plea in his tone. It reminded her of college, when they finally started dating in their sophomore year. Ian had avoided the both of them during the summer and all through college. They drifted toward the other involuntarily. They took classes that were vastly different. But May had attended Ian's plays even when he paid her no attention. Joseph was there as well, trying not to be bothered over Ian's flippant replies and ice cold remarks.

Once the two got over their stubbornness they admitted exactly how alike they were, in personality, and taking advantage of someone who was their friend. Then they started spending nights together. And they saw parts of themselves that were so desperate and raw. Something they'd never show in the public aside from when they were in the corners of Greek mixers and pre-game parties.

May's eyes drifted down to his smiling belt. An iconic mark of the iconic clown character. Her hand moved up and over the ornament, her finger tracing the red mouth.

"Buddy belt," Joseph chuckled upon noticing her new focus, "I guess he's kind if in our way right now, huh?"

"Mhm."

He helped her undo the buckle and pull off his pants. She then laughed upon seeing the loose tape on his boxers. "They tried to tape your dick down?"

Joseph flushed as he rubbed the back of his head. "They said something about not wanting to repeat the same thing from the last show."

May snickered. Her mother, Hailey Daye, used to be Cloudy Belle Sue on the original shows airing. She told her that their shows' routine was to go into people's houses and educate the kids. But the original actor was apparently so attractive he'd gotten a slew of inappropriate fan mail and phone calls from mothers, single and married.

Joseph had his share of admirers even after they'd got together. Surprisingly though, the idea of him being seen by female fans and mothers, hadn't bothered her. Just look at where he was after all.

"They aren't going to ask about how long you've been out with the costume?" May asked.

"I'm supposed to be going to a few more houses advertising the show before five so I'd say we have... a good two hours or so." Joseph said with a smirk.

May held eye contact with him as she hooked her fingers in the side of his boxers, sliding them down, "Isn't that a bit wasteful, Sunny Day Jack?" she asked innocently.

"Nothings wasteful... if you spend the time with someone you care about, sunshine."

May didn't reply, instead removing her shirt and basketball shorts. Joseph's mouth went dry at the sight. No underwear top to bottom. Her brown, voluptuous body on display for him. He'd be lying if he thought he ever had a hope in seeing it again. His dick throbbed and rose in attention for it. The head bright red like a heat seeking missile.

"The couch." He said, not wanting to waste anymore time. The woman sat down, and then lied back, making a show of throwing her legs up and settling them onto the cushions. She wanted him as much as he did her. But she still wanted to torment him, just a little.

He wouldn't be seeing this again. You sure about that? Her traitorous conscience supplied. She shooed it off - this wasn't the time to process a bad decision. She could always hate herself later for it.

Joseph kicked off the pants and boxers at his ankles. "Spread yourself for me." He said. She raised a brow, prompting a sheepish smile from him, "...Please."

Satisfied, she opened her legs, giving him a nice view of her wet folds. He grinned, "I knew you'd be wet."

May rolled her eyes at his newfound cockiness. He pulled off the yellow gloves and slid his hands over her soft thighs. He rubbed and kneaded them like he were touching her for the first time. May sighed at the action, memories of late night massages coming to mind. Him spooning her when she'd had a rough day, and her him.

Moving his hands towards her upper thighs, he took two fingers and probed her entrance. She gasped softly, hips bucking softly as they moved up and down over her labia. Finally, he pushed them inside. May's head fell back against the couch arm, gasping and crooning as Joseph pumped his thick fingers in and out. Her back arched and moved in rhythm with his ministrations.

Joseph leaned over her body, hand pressed against the couch arm. He watched her intently as she gasped and moaned, eyelashes fluttering as he brought her close.

Not yet.

He pulled out his fingers all the way, ignoring May's upset griping as he tasted them. "Don't tell me you want to come from just my fingers." He remarked slyly.

May slapped his shoulder, "You knew what you were doing, asshole!"

"Yeah, I did..." He then propped his knee up beside her, lining himself up with her entrance. He wasted no time pressing forward. The tip alone made her insides expand. A moan caught in her throat as she gripped the couch cushions. Sweat was making her hair stick to her face. He brushed her curly bangs from her forehead, leaning down and kissing it.

Finally, with a sharp thrust, he was fully seated inside her. They'd both cried out. May's pussy was already clenching around him, and he was just about ready to blow. With a shaky breath he held her by the hips and began pulling her towards each thrust.

They started out soft and slow, before gradually picking up momentum. Their moans got louder and louder. May wrapped her legs around Joseph's waist, while he pulled her into each sharp thrust.

"Jo, I'm so close!" May's tone was more subdued, trying to keep from being too loud enough to alert the neighbors.

"I know, I know, me too." Joseph didn't care however. It's not like he lived there anymore. But he wouldn't mind if anyone thought he still had a place here with his baby. She was all that mattered in this moment. And he couldn't hold anything more back.

He took his thumb and rubbed circles on her clit, this got May to cry out along with the finality of his sharp thrusts. The feeling of her fluttering pussy around him had him coming right after.

Joseph groaned as his lie down over her. Their labored breathing sounded around the apartment.

Clarity then came over the two. May huffed as she realized what had just occurred. "Why'd you come inside?"

Joseph's eyes widened as he pulled back, looking between his exes face and where they were connected.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

May sighed, "It's fine, I can just go get something from the pharmacy."

After that it was quiet. No more words were exchanged as Joseph got up and went to get something from the kitchen to clean her and himself up. He put on his costume and adjusted himself, checking his looks on his phone. He cursed to himself, the makeup was smudged.

"Sorry about that." May said, noticing. "And holding you up."

Joseph shrugged, "I gotta do this same gig tomorrow. Besides, I asked you, didn't I?"

He then head to the door, May followed. They said their goodbyes. Joseph went down the hallway outsidde, about to go head the stairs when May called out, "Joseph."

He paused, looking back at her.

"We can't do this again."

He held her stare before leaving without a word.

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Wooo! I FELT this in my bones! I did this whit! Hope y'all enjoyed.

[tixum]

My daughter's hair is natural

TW; insults towards the teacher like the typical angry mothers

Having two hyperactive "clowns" at home was a difficult task,¿Right? Well,just that one was excited about meetings in preschool is even more exhausting.

"¡Teacher,teacher! It's going to rain"

"¿Why do you say that Jackeline?"

"¡My mom and dad are here! Well,you see they never come,because they say that your talks are very boring"

She smiled innocently and ran off with the other kids,leaving the teacher with a confused look on her face as you and Jack awkwardly smiled at what your daughter mentioned.

"Sunshine,the girl didn't learn that from me"

"I know,I was the one who said that..."

While the teacher was talking,many mothers and fathers were sitting with their children in separate chairs,you were no exception.

"I thank you very much for coming"

"My dad wasn't going to come but I told him he was going to eat and he ran here"

Jack simply nodded,smiling and knowing no one could see him except his wife and daughter.

"That's...so funny of him,and it's amazing how many plans we have for this school year,but I wanted to take this opportunity to discuss a few things that aren't allowed in school,Miss (Y/N)?"

Her girl looked at them confused,the teacher didn't mention anything else about her dear dad.

¿How could explain to him that her father could only be seen by the two of you?

"Painted hair and makeup are not allowed in this institution"

She pointed to the girl,well,¿what would you do? You didn't decide that her blue hair and her red cheeks were part of her.

Your husband looked at the same teacher,having the audacity to warn her wife about something she couldn't even control,as well as hinting that her precious little daughter was using cosmetics at such a young age. ¿What did she think? ¿That her sunshine was a bad mother to allow that?

Jack ran a hand through her offspring's hair,smiling and trying to reassure her in case the situation escalated,because surely he would deal with it later or right now if he continued to bother them sunshines of him

"Sorry for the interruption,but my daughter's hair is natural,and it's not like makeup,it's birthmarks"

The other parents began to whisper among themselves,giving opinions and debating as if their lives depended on it without even dissimulating.

"That's a good joke miss,but do me a favor and bleach the girl's hair next time."

Looking at the teacher,you turned to your little family to affirm that everything was fine.

After a talk of plans for walks and expeditions,the children had the opportunity to wander around the room and play as much as they wanted,including the little girl with dark eyes like a night without stars shining in the sky.

"I'm not going to blame anyone,she is identical to you"

"¿Are you sure? That beautiful smile brought it out of you,my sunshine"

He carefully observed each place in the class,times had changed and something as important as school had definitely changed as well.

"Hi Amely!"

"Hello Jackeline"

"My daddy came,he got handsome for my mom to see"

They both laughed softly,running around the place having fun doing anything to end the meeting while continuing to talk to the adults about all the children's school performance and their hobbies as well.

"I don't like them that much" he commented close to your ear,pouting slightly to get your attention and get a reassuring response.

"Please honey,this is our first time hanging out with our daughter's friends parents,isn't it fun?"

"Maybe" he replied honestly,noticing how the clock marked 4 in the afternoon,2 hours had passed and her little girl was already asking to get out of there,rubbing her sleepy face against her father's arm.

"Someone is tired,is not it,little sun?"

"Okay,we're leaving,you can take a nap when we get home"

You took Jackeline in your arms to start rocking her,saying goodbye to the parents and teachers in charge of the place,although a certain person earned a deadly look,asking her daughter to at least say goodbye to her friends,accepting happily.And then drive out to go home

"Jack,what do you think about what that woman said about our baby?"

"She should be more respectful,someone should teach her a lesson"

¡MEXICAN BONUS!

"Pues natural natural que digas..Pues no me la creo,pero se te ve muy bien el cabello mi vida"

"No se preocupe,ella sabe que está muy hermosa con su cabello así,gracias de todos modos"

You responded by hiding the anger inside yourself,hugging Jackeline to tell her to play with her father so he wouldn't feel alone among so many people,which she happily accepted,giving you the opportunity to complain to other people about the teacher's attitude

"La profe anda de chingaquedita con mi niña"

You whispered in the direction of the woman next to you,knowing she was thinking the same thing just by noticing how quickly she nodded,grateful that someone finally had the courage to say it

"Ya sé,con mis hijos también es así,como si no se viera ella,de verdad que cae mal ésa vieja"

Meanwhile,you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jack tried to understand the words of his daughter,who spoke but in a language that your husband could barely understand

"It's okay papa,pero pásame el deste que está ahí on the toy house,que está en la desta"

"But..Sunshine,¿The what?"

Chingaquedita/Chingaquedito; Person who insults and annoys another in a subtle but constant way