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druunkdaze · 1 year ago

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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:

#female reader #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #joseph cullman #yandere #x female reader

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druunkdaze · 3 years ago

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𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 | 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

➶ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

Summary: A young women decides to visit the newly open thrift store to satisfy her curiosity of what lingers in there. Her curiosity only grows bigger as she finds a old VHS tape dating back to the early eighties of an old kids show.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere themes, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, mentions of murder, murder, +18 plus themes.

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𝟎𝟎𝟏;

after locking the door, she took her shoes off and placed them by the door. she looked down at the tape in her hands, and the curiosity inside her was making her anxious.

sitting down on the couch in the living room, she fiddled with the box for a moment. letting her mind wander off all the possibilities that could be on there.

the bright colored name made it obvious that it was some kind of kids show. maybe it was a lost episode of some sort? a lot of lost media can turn up in the weirdest forms.

she then looked down to the scribbled down letters on the bottom of it. Pulling up her phone, she began to type in the show name and the year the little box showed.

strangely, nothing came up. no articles talking about the show popped up or anything regarding a incident that took place in 1984.

she furrowed her eyebrows at this. usually the internet had one thing regarding something, this felt like the entire show was just wiped off the media and was never talked about again.

that brings up another question, what happened to make this show fall off the face of the earth? a scandal? bankruptcy?

she tapped her fingers against the dull plastic of the tape. her raging curiosity about to explode in her chest if she held onto it to long.

sighing softly, she looked down at the small thing and smiled, "well, time to see what's inside this thing."

rising out of her seat on the couch, she walked over to the VHS player she had. After pushing the on button, she rose the box to the slot for it to be played.

a cold feeling rushed toward her when she placed it near the slot. hesitating, she looked around her for a minute. she had a sweater on, she shouldn't feel cold.

but then again, she always felt cold shivers randomly. even today at the thrift store she got one before making the purchase.

shrugging it off, she placed it in the vhs player and want back to sit down on her couch. grabbing the remote, she turned the tv on and watched with her full undivided attention.

for a few seconds, it was just loud static coming from the tv. she thought it was broken before a voice, promptly a male, came through the speaker.

"Names are great, what's yours?"

a pause of silence, giving the viewer enough time to say their name.

a small smile spread across her face, the tape worked after all. deciding to just be silly, she answered the tv with her first name.

"That's a wonderful name! I can tell we're gonna be best friends!"

the cheery voice of the mysterious man never faltered, causing her to let out a small laugh. it reminded her of the old interactive shows she used to watch when she was a child.

interactive shows were always her favorite, making her feel like she was actually helping the characters on screen and having an actual conversation with them.

a small yawn escaped her lips, making her eyes feel extremely heavy. did she always feel this sleepy? maybe her curiosity wavers off and left her feeling exhausted.

laying down on her side facing the tv, she let her eyes flutter for a moment, before promptly falling asleep.

what she didn't notice, was the increase in static that the tv started to show.

and a gloved hand reaching through the screen and around the base of the tv.

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a line of drool escaped the side of her mouth as she snored softly into the couch cushions. whenever she's extremely tired, she can fall asleep about anywhere and still be comfortable.

barley coming to conciseness, she felt something brush against her cheek before going behind her ear. groaning softly, she swatted her cheek before feeling something quickly retract.

humming softly, she yawned and felt around for her glasses. slipping them on and opening her eyes for the first time in the morning.

expecting to be alone in her small little apartment.

"Good morning, sunshine!" A mans cherry voice rang through the walls.

and a small scream echoed right after.

as quickly as she could, she hopped over the couch and made a beeline to her room. not once looking back and shut the door.

with her back up against the door, she breathed heavily. how did someone enter her apartment? she could have sworn she locked doors, and she always kept her windows locked.

her heavy breathing turned irregular, she was panicking now. what was going to happen? she had no fighting skills to defend herself. she didn't have any weapon in her room for combat either.

as she panicked, she didn't even listen to the muffled footsteps that came close to her door. her breath hitched in her throat as the man knocked on the door.

"hey now, there's no reason to be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you!" he said, the bright tone in his voice never wavered for a minute.

she could barely bring herself to talk, she shook uncontrollably before stuttering out, "how did you get in?"

an awkward laugh answered, "ah, well, that's a whole story that I'd be happy to explain to you. You just gotta come out." he said happily.

a scoff left her throat, "yeah? so you could try to hurt me?" she kept stuttering over her sentences, slightly winching at her speech impediment.

a long, quiet pause. she thought he left for a minute, before a soft sigh came out. "sunshine, I would never hurt you. I could never hurt you. I'm sorry I gave you a fright earlier, not my best moments." a soft laugh followed.

"but, I'm sure if we talked this over, we could meet in the middle!" a soft clap and happy voice rang through her ears. she was about to answer back with a unsure comment, but the thought of opening the door made her mind felt...weird.

fuzzy, soft, and warm. that's the feeling that rushed through her. she had an internal battle with herself, was she really about to open a door to a possibly crazy man who was in her house?

but the way he talked, seemed so genuine. she couldn't find a hint of lying in the way he spoke. if he was telling the truth, then he really wouldn't hurt her.

slowly rising up, her breath still slightly uneven as she reached for the door handle. her hands shook with more fear as she twisted the knob and pulled open the door slowly and hesitantly.

"Ah! There you are Sunshine!"

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druunkdaze · 3 years ago

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𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 | 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

➶ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere themes, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, mentions of murder, murder, +18 plus themes.

PART 0/?? ; PROLOGUE

the new thrift store was something she always wanted to check out since it opened a few weeks ago.

thrifting was always a go to option when it came down to new clothes or home decorations. not that she didn't have enough for big retail stores, she just like to spend money wisely and not waste it.

plus, a basic job at a yogurt shop doesn't really pay as much as other jobs. she was surprised that she made it this far into her day off without her boss calling to fill someone in.

thrift stores always had the same, old leather and perfume smell as the others did, nostalgic as always to her.

she walked around the clothes section, mindlessly drifting off into imagination land as her earbuds play a random song on her playlist.

she didn't really need anything, but it's always nice to check out what's in store if she needed to come back.

she flicked through the clothes with one hand, while playing with her necklace in the other. an old habit, fidgeting around with the jewelry she had on was something she always did.

the old necklace was a sentimental gift to her, a left side of a golden heart that was gifted by her ex-boyfriend.

though they had a ugly breakup, she couldn't bare to throw away the necklace. it reminded her of all the good times they had together. he was a sweet soul, even on the eventful night that led to them splitting up.

she shook her head in displeasure, already getting to emotional with her overthinking of him. ugh. another old habit she had.

satisfied with her browsing, she then walked near the back of the store. the part where all the old china, glass figures, and old knickknacks were stored at.

there were cute little figures of cats and frogs, definitely belonged to an old person who probably had to clear up some room.

she snapped a few pictures of some she found funny, thinking of sending them to her friends or mom.

turning around to walk another way, she felt something hit her sweater sleeve and fall to the floor with a loud *CLANK*

her heart dropped to her stomach, hoping that whatever fell didn't break and that she would have to buy it.

however, it didn't really sound like anything glass or plastic for it to crack or break. more like a hallow noise like a dvd case or something.

she turned slowly to see a old looking VHS tape on the floor. laughing softly to herself, she picked it up. she remembered watching old movies on them in her grandmas house.

she flipped it over to see if it had a name, and sure enough, in bright colors, it boldly read: "The Sunny Time Crew" and the crudely scribble words "84 INCIDENT" below it in black marker.

"....huh." she mumbled, grazing her hands across the tape. it felt...weird. she felt a mysterious drawl to the box, a raging flow of curiosity flew through her veins.

judging by the year 84', it must have been an old tv show from the early eighties. she thought about looking it up later, wanting to fuel her curiosity more.

she looked for a price tag, and let a small smile form on her face when she saw the tape go for a messily 26¢.

she shrugged slightly, why not? this could be a funny story to tell to her friends and coworkers about a weird tape she found in the thrift store.

as she began walking to the counter to pay, she stopped for a slight second, feeling a chill up her spine from where her hand held the tape.

she shook it off and sighed, and began to walk to the front counter.

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞;𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞

SONG INSPIRATION FOR THIS FIC:

RUSSIAN ROULETTE BY RED VELVET

CAN ALSO BE FOUND ON WATTPAD UNDER MY ACCOUNT: Cypherkiller

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #fanfic #fanfiction #down bad #oc story #nae nae #yandere

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