#joseph haberdae x reader

[threadsun]

Is it okay to request a reaction of the boys (SDJ, Bo, Elias and Taylor) seeing their beloved in their clothes (Like a shirt or something)? Either in public or private if that's fine!

Can't Speak:

Ian fully short circuits at the sight of you in his clothes. Especially if it's like a pair of his sweatpants and a graphic tee of his for a lazy day in. He's also immediately hard and trying to hide it.

Taylor's mouth goes dry and he stares. He can't really figure out what to say. The most you'll get is a hoarse "you look good" from him before he makes excuses to leave so he can jack off.

Elias doesn't really know what to say. You look so good and there's a thousand words pressing at his tongue, trying to come out. But he can't settle on any one thing to say, so he simply stares.

Flustered But Flirts:

Joseph is surprised and can feel his face warming at the sight of you, but he forces a teasing grin and makes some flirty comment. It's not that he doesn't want to flirt, he's just faking the confidence.

Rory loves it, of course. Especially the sight of you wearing his apron in the kitchen. He's making the flirtiest jokes, putting the moves on you as he tries to distract you from whatever you're doing.

Nick isn't used to getting close enough for people to take his clothes like that. But he loves it when you do. And he will make sure you know just how much he loves the sight of you in his clothes.

Shaun's heart skips a beat and it takes him a moment to really process it. But once he does, he's absolutely teasing you about it. After all, clearly you missed him so much, how cute~

Fucks You On The Spot:

Bo has no sense of self control or of appropriate timing. He sees you in his clothes and immediately tries to mount you. The whole time he's growling about how much he loves you wearing his scent.

Jack will drag you to the nearest surface he can fuck you over, or will just pick you up and slide you onto his cock. He needs to be inside of you now. He's waited so long to make you his, after all...

Jean doesn't care who's around or what you're both doing, he will stop everything and pull you into his lap to fuck you. After all, if you're wearing his clothes around like that, clearly you want it~

Barry will take any excuse to fuck you, in public or in private. Especially if he's staking a claim on you. So you wearing his clothes while he does so? Well, what screams "his" more than that?

[elfqueen006]

Siren

Continuation of "Trash"

Tags: drunk Joseph, emotions a lot of emotions, non-consentual touching, unrequited love

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You dragged a hooting Joseph through your apartment door, struggling to keep his arm slung over his shoulder. 

“What a night, huh?” he slurred.

“Yeah,” you turned halfway to shut the door behind you. You advised him to lean on you while you took a second to think. 

You seriously considered just tossing him on the couch and calling it a night. Though with the way he’s practically thrashing right now, you doubt it could handle him. You’d come in to find it knocked over or the legs broken come morning.

Instead, you opted for his bedroom. It was more comfortable, and stronger as to hold his large frame.

Besides, what’s a few more seconds of a sore shoulder?

Guiding him along down the hallway, you then reached his door, which you kicked open. And now that you’re inside his room, you take the opportunity to look around. You’ve never actually been inside, only ever catching short glimpses when he had a guest over before he pulled them inside for half a day of debaucherous sex.

There wasn’t a lot inside, just the closet, a dresser with no defining features other than a smeared vanity mirror and an ashtray sitting on top of it. And of course, there was a bed set with the comforter you lent him, but no sheets.

“Why didn’t you tell me you needed bedsheets?” You asked, voice low so as not to rattle him up or excite a headache.

He half shrugged, “It doesn’t bother me none…”

You lead him around to his bed and get him out of his jacket. Easing him down to sit, you then lift up each leg of his to pull off his boots. They have a very pretty design of a rose and some other etchings on each side of them. He told you once they were his most prized possessions. And you wouldn’t be surprised if he were serious.

“Alright, come here,” you take a hold of his hand, and it's massive over your own. Massive and hairy. Even a guy like him has lonely nights.

You push him up the bed lightly and guide him down by the back of his neck. 

“Theeere you go.”

Once he’s settled, you turn to leave, but he doesn’t let go of your hand, and in a split second you're pulled back and tumbling over his large frame. You grunt when you land face first in the pit of his arm.

“Jesus, Joseph!” You exclaimed.

You tried to get up again, but he just pulled you back down. You’re brought up to where your back is to his chest and you straddle one of his thick legs. He wrapped both of his strong arms around your torso.

Joseph rested his head on your neck and sang your name, “Where you goiiing?”

You huffed, “To my own room, Jo.”

“You don’t gotta do that,” He mutters, “Whatcha wanna do that for?”

“I like my own space.” You replied plainly.

“I like your own space.”

You pushed and struggled against his body, but he’s way too strong for you. It’s admittedly a bit frightening, especially when he’s in this state.

He pressed his lips into your neck and your face burns hotter than anything you’ve ever felt.

“What are you doing?!”

Joseph snickered, “What am I doing?” he buried his nose in your hair, sniffing deeply, “You smell good.”

“Well you stink.” And that was the truth, despite your attempt to shield your embarrassment with annoyance. His breath smelled of booze. 

“Stop being mean to me,” he said, falling back onto the mattress again. And with no other choice, you follow. “Stay with me.”

He’s never been this close before. You’ve had your quiet moments with him before. And you’ve lived together long enough that he became comfortable with telling you a few breakup stories and trauma dumps. You even told him a few of your own in turn.

But it never escalated. Nothing changed.

“Stay with me, baby.” Joseph slurred.

For seemingly no reason, you felt tears prick your eyes. “No, Joseph.”

“I’ll…make you…breakfast…”

You shifted a bit to face him. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open in his drunken stupor. He looked so pretty while he slept. Wavy hair falling over his brow, lashes fluttering slightly from the struggle to stay in a dream and to open his eyes. Meanwhile, you were wide awake, feeling like a sailor being led to the rocks.

Breakfast did sound good in the morning, though.

[jellonetta]

That's when they say I lost my only friend PT. 1

OK so this was a veryyyy long request in the making but I decided to split is into two parts. I didn't want everyone to wait any longer for more and then forget about it so here is part 1 of 2.

Content for those who are wondering, in this story Sunny Day Jack and Joseph are the same person or entity in a way. The reader hasn't moved to the farmhouse yet but will be in the second part.

Part One is like the calm before the storm to put it like that.

Requested By @chibithewitch

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack | Joseph Haberdae x GN! Chubby! Vitiligo! Reader

TW: Minor Angst, Fluff, Some one-sided feeling(?)

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

You can remember running outside with Hazel, your dog, without care. She chases, and you laugh in glee. Your family couldn't understand why they adore you over the others. Hazel loves them, but you seem like you were their favorite. Your older brother was quite jealous of your's and Hazel's bond. You think he envies it. Your family has started to take note of your relationship, too.

It's nothing special though. You just enjoy each other’s company.

Hazel has always been there for you. She understands you better than anyone. When you feel lost, or when something is bothering you, she's there. When you're sad, she'll sit right by you until you calm down. When you’re angry, she makes you feel safe. If someone hurts her, you protect her.

And if anything happens to you…well, she's going to look out for you just as well.

She's probably more protective than you are of yourself.

 She seems to sense when someone is coming up behind her and is ready to defend you from any threat. She's an excellent fighter, but even she needs help sometimes. And when she gets scared, she's very aggressive. She's not a violent beast, but she's very sensitive to any form of negative emotion. She hates it when people hurt the ones she loves.

Even after your break up with Ian, she was there to comfort you. The trick she does best is licking your face. Whenever she tries, you laugh and try to wipe her saliva off. But it never works because she can still taste how salty you are. It's so gross. She licks it off your skin anyway before licking her lips clean. You don't mind, though. She's your baby and she means well. She's happy you're happy again.

Then you met him, Joseph Haberdae, and his ghost(?), alter ego(?), Sunny Day Jack.

Joseph was quite close off when you first met him. Picking up part-time at the yogurtopia, you never held so much sympathy for a person until you saw him in the work uniform. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitching when he had to say the store slogan.

A part of him must have died that day.

He looked miserable and you didn't want to make things worse. You tried talking to him. But his answers were dry and distant. Trying to maintain the brick wall he's putting up between you two. So you let it go. He was trying to deal with something. You respected that. He didn't need you interfering in his life. That would only make things worse, anyways. So you left him alone and focused on working.

But something just change one day he started a conversation, heck even cracked a few jokes. He was in a good mood, a great one at that. You liked it saying that he should smile more you remember seeing his face turning red and rolling his eyes before going ahead to restock the topping bins.

 He was making an effort to make friends, even with his weirdly closed-off personality. After all, if his life were like yours, wouldn't he want to do the same?

And so you started hanging out with him. He was fun and funny. His jokes reminded you of a younger you, and you both shared moments of laughter. He was a great conversationalist and seemed comfortable with himself. Even though he didn't talk much, you appreciated being able to share some of your memories with him.

You worked together, and the next few months passed by peacefully. He was growing on you much more than you thought until you caught yourself talking about him to Hazel. Her eyes fill with wonder at this stranger who makes you smile like a love-sick middle school girl.

You weren't sure what happened.

Perhaps it was your newfound interest in romance and his friendly presence. Or maybe it was something else entirely. One thing was for sure though, Joseph wasn't leaving your mind anytime soon.

At least, that's what you told yourself when Joseph started acting distant. It bothered you to no end because you didn't want to lose the friendship you built. Especially when your relationship was already starting to grow strong.

But when you asked him what it was, he avoided the question. Instead, he said, "It’ll get better, (nickname). I promise." Which was the opposite of what you wanted him to say. In all honesty, you weren't sure what exactly made him upset. Maybe he was just tired. Who knows, maybe he just needed the time apart.

So when he offered to stay with you during his shift and you agreed, you assumed nothing would happen.

You were mistaken.

For once.

Something did happen.

Not long later, the three of you sat around the house. The two of you watched TV and chatted about random things, Hazel manage to bargain Joseph out of some head pats. It was not like he had much of a choice with her massive size. Then he reached out and grabbed your wrist. At the same moment he turned his head to you to ask what you were doing, he suddenly froze and began shaking.

You didn't know what was happening, but he looked terrified. Your eyes widen in concern as you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. He was frozen like a deer caught in headlights staring into your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he was unable to utter a sound. The longer he stared at you, the paler he got.

Eventually, with one last squeeze of your hand, he collapsed on you.

You gently moved him back onto the couch and then immediately took your phone from where you had left it charging. You turned the volume all the way down on the tv. Hazel was quick to take action going into protective mode and looking around the room for danger.

 “What just happened? Was he sick? Is something wrong with him?” Your mind was racing. How could this possibly be normal behavior for Joseph?

She continued growling until you ran toward her to check on her.

“Woah, woah, honey. Easy tiger. It’s okay.” You cooed rubbing her ears.

 “It’s okay. Nothing is wrong with him. We’re fine. We’re gonna be just fine.”

The growl stopped, but her tail stayed down as she watched Joseph cautiously. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her fur remained in a defensive position. You didn’t blame her. You also didn’t understand what was happening either. But you were glad she calmed down.

"Hello, Sunshine!" A sudden voice caused you both to turn around and see Joseph.

"Joseph..?" You muttered.

"No, I'm Jack, Sunny Day Jack! I'm happy to finally meet you!" He said cheerfully.

His bright blue hair bounced slightly with every move he made. He smiled at you brightly. You didn't understand what the hell is going on. It looks like Joseph from the jawline to the way his hair is combed aside from being more neat than messy. The only difference is he looks like he was straight out of a kid's show.

What is going on? Did he somehow switch places with a different person?

You turned toward him to confirm what you thought.

To your surprise, however, the face wasn't unfamiliar at all. He was grinning widely at you, and although the expression was completely different than the Joseph you knew, it still felt familiar.

"Oh my!" Jack chuckled. "You don't recognize me?" He questioned, obviously amused.

You shook your head. "I guess it wasn't the best idea to introduce myself to a stranger. Well, you're not a stranger anymore, (nickname)! I'll tell you about the whole story sometime. For now, can call her off, it looks like I'm going to become her next chew toy."

And that is how you met Jack.

Of course, you're worried at first because you still haven't been able to figure out how he switched to Joseph. You asked him many times how he did it but you never received any answer. But he never gave you any reason to doubt his sincerity.

He's quite the character from his bright blue hair, and cute clown cosmetics, down to his comical clown shoes. He doesn't push things or force himself onto you. He knows that the way you deal with emotions is different from what he does. He respects your boundaries, but never pressures you into doing anything. He just waits for you to come around and open up when you want to. So you're thankful that he did this to you.

Joseph and Jack were quite the duo with the clashing aesthetics, personality, and even the way they talk it was hard to say it was the same person. Jack loved to listen to music and Joseph was fascinated with comic books. You've learned that Joseph is a bit of a coffee addict. He'd always make a double shot and drink it while sitting at the bar counter.

He's been addicted ever since his college days he says.

 As for Jack, he enjoyed cooking. You didn't know why he was interested in cooking. But he can make anything edible. But despite his talent in cooking, he rarely cooked for himself. When he cooked for you, it was always homemade meals. He never bought ingredients. You always had to buy them for him.

You couldn't cook for shit sometimes. But hey Jack make some bomb-ass blueberries pancakes.

 Jack would laugh and you'd join in, You were happy. And the atmosphere was lightening up and that's when you realized.

You've forgotten how love felt you were.

And it felt wonderful.

You didn't realize you were smiling so wide and you didn't notice that you had gotten lost in the moment. You were brought back into reality when you heard Jack clear his throat. You looked up at him and noticed that his cheeks were flushed lightly.

"You know...you're very pretty when you smile like that.." he spoke quietly, averting your gaze.

You blinked at the sudden compliment. You honestly didn't expect to hear that from him. You never considered that anyone would think of you as attractive.

You were shocked.

"Really?! I never realized...." you trailed off.

"I mean...it's true. And Joseph seems to enjoy your company. I never understood why."

"Because I'm nice and sweet!" You smiled softly at him. "But yeah, I enjoy your company too..."

You didn't realize that was true, but you kind of liked that too. There's nothing wrong with having him enjoy your company, right?

But you were scared your last relationship left you in ruin. You were afraid you were going to fall in love again and have a repeat of the past. You didn't want it to happen again. It's hard enough knowing what happened to you before. You never want to be reminded of your past mistakes again.

And yet here he was with his hands around yours and his body pressed close to yours. If there was anything you were certain of, it was that you wanted more.

Thank you For Reading! <3 Stay in tune for part two!

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[veenomsart]

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[sunbitesworld]

Omg Hello!! Hope you are doing well!!

Anyways, may I please request the Yanderes (specifically John Doe, Peter Dunbar, Sunny Day Jack + Joseph, and Alan Orion. You don’t have to do them all but those are the preferred Yanderes. You can also added more if you want! Whatever you’re comfortable with!) with a Y/N who is an extreme night owl? Like a Y/N who loves like energy drinks and candy and stuff like that? Thank you so much!! I love your fanfics so much!!!

Hi darling, I am SO sorry for being late to answering this! Thank you for the support, it's very much appreciated!! <3 I hope you don't mind me adding Bo <3

( I AM SO HAPPY TO BE WRITING AGAIN FOR REAL THIS TIME )

WARNINGS: Slight manipulation?

JACK isn't happy about you being a night owl, to say the least. He wants to make sure you're sleeping properly! All those energy drinks and candies are bad for your health. He would sit you down and talk to you about it - knowing that energy drinks can become addicting.

"Sunshine, I'm worried for you... This isn't healthy - and with you being so hyper and not sleeping, how can we cuddle?"

JOSEPH doesn't really care you're a night owl. He himself is addicted to coffee - needing the energy as an actor. Though, he is slightly worried about you, he knows it's a very unhealthy lifestyle. If he notices that it's getting out of hand, he'll try to convince you to cut back on the sugar for a little bit.

"Don't ya think you should get some sleep, Doll? You can lay your head on my lap, gotta go over my lines still..."

BO his puppy isn't sleeping? He's alone during the day while you're asleep? He isn't getting cuddles at night? He HATES it. He will find a way to make you sleep, otherwise he might die from lack of attention. He's coming up with a plan he's sure will work, it HAS to! Next time he sees you up so late at night, he's laying right on top of you and getting all comfy.

"Puppy... Please cuddle with me. I miss you so much! You've been sleeping all day and staying up all night - you're leaving me all alone..."

ALAN is a night owl himself, so he doesn't mind. He loves energy drinks and candy just as much as his doe eyes does! Maybe you guys can stay up and look at the stars together more often? Or go on walks through the forest! He's happy you can keep him company at night, and share your snacks with him.

"... It's nice having someone to watch the stars with almost every night. Thank you for keeping me company, Doe Eyes."

[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.

[xlycorisxradiatax]

Reunited (?)

[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."

[threadsun]

Hi I love your writing and I wanted to know how you think the SDJ boys as well bo, Elias, and Taylor would react to MC in bed asking from cuddles. But when they pulled back the blanket with the intentions of cuddling, they then realized that MC is completely naked.

Gets Into Bed For Cuddles:

Shaun - Honestly, he's always down for being naked and also cuddling. If you make it clear you're trying to seduce him, he'll fuck you. But if you just want to cuddle naked, he's down for it!

Nick - He doesn't want to assume anything, so he'll just go along with it. He'll ask if you're comfortable with him stripping too, and then climb into bed to cuddle with you.

Joseph - He's actually not particularly phased by nudity. Both because of his past as a sex worker and because of how often the actors all change in the hallways instead of their dressing rooms.

Rory - Nothing in the world can stop this man from getting his cuddles. He almost certainly will start sleepily grinding on you as well, but he's mostly here for the naked cuddles!

Gets Into Bed To Fuck:

Jack - How cute of you to try to seduce him like this! Of course he'll act on it. You've dropped such an obvious hint. He's already stripping down and telling you to spread your legs for him~

Jean - Look, everything is an invitation with him. You're his and he'll do whatever he wants to you. Especially if you're clearly asking for it like this. You're naked, so of course he'll fuck you!

Bo - Self control is... not his strong suit. He sees you naked, and he can't control himself. He's just an eager puppyboy who wants nothing more than to knot you, please don't tease him!

Freezes:

Ian - No matter how many times he sees you naked, it never gets any less overwhelming for him. You're the hottest person he's ever seen and he wants you so badly, and feels so guilty about it.

Barry - Look, he's mostly freezing because he doesn't expect you to ask him to cuddle. Or to come onto him like that. His whole thing is trying to force you to be with him, so being willing throws him off.

Elias - He's chill with a lot of things to do with sex, especially once you're together. But casual nudity is one of the things he struggles to get used to. So he freezes when he suddenly sees you naked.

Taylor - His mouth goes dry, his palms start sweating, and his pants get tight. Seeing you naked does things to him and he doesn't know what to do about it. So he just stands there and stares.

[elfqueen006]

Trash

Tags: roommates, the 80s, alcohol mention, Joseph sucks a bit in this, unrequited love, canon divergent

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“Come on, baby, please?”

You hear Joseph’s voice in the living room as you throw on some clothes. You decide to listen in, curious. Who’s on the chopping block this time?

“Just… please send me some cash, I’ll take you out and we can have a sweet time tonight.” he said, speaking honey sweet words into the receiver. “I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say?”

You push your door open carefully so as not to make a sound, stepping out into the hallway.

“No- no, baby! Baby…” he pleaded profusely before his expression soured. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled, slamming the phone onto the hook. At the same time you shut the door and hurried out from the hallway.

“You called?”

Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose, “I said fucking bitch…”

“Oh, thought you said (Name).”

Joseph chuckles and his initial bad mood seems to be forgotten once he sees you’re carrying a wallet. “I was wondering where that was. Couldn’t find it in your jacket.” He nods to the aforementioned, hanging on the coat rack. When you moved in it had just been there. ‘Came with the room,’ your landlord said, but you thought better of that. You just assumed someone left it and brushed it off with a shrug; after all, who doesn’t like free stuff?

You raised a brow, “You went through my jacket?”

He smiles, “Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“Besides, you told me to help myself to whatever I wanted. Your food is mine, mine is yours, etcetera…” 

“I was referring to the kitchen and television, Joseph.”

You don’t even know why you were explaining that. He obviously knew, otherwise he wouldn’t be giving you that “yes I’m a bastard but don’t you wanna pinch my cheeks?” face.

“I only found sixty-two cents anyway.” he muttered.

“Did you keep it?”

“No, It wasn’t even enough for a pack of cigarettes.”

“The economy…” you said.

Joseph shrugged and flopped down on the couch, his massive weight pushing it back a bit. You wince when it hits the wall.

“Easy on the couch, you know shit here is cheap..” you said.

“So you should have no problem buying another one.” Joseph replied. He barely helped pay the rent enough as is, so why would he pitch in for the furniture? You supposed you couldn’t hold it against him though, his ex-girl over the phone was probably going to be half of this month’s rent.

He sees you throwing on your jacket and raises up slightly, “Where ya going?”

“To get a drink,” you said. The man’s eyes light up at that and he instantly hops off the couch.

“Oh, hang on! Lemme get my jacket too!”

“I’m only getting a pack of wine coolers.” you said, but Joseph was already coming back in his ratty corduroy.

“I’ll take a smidgen of anything with alcohol in it right now, let’s just go!” he then began to pull you along with him out the door.

You didn’t get wine coolers like you planned. After a lot of hassling from Joseph he convinced you to come to a small bar on the side of the wall of a building. One of the places he frequented most likely, as everyone knew him by name. The bartender regarded him with annoyance and mild amusement as he spouted some schmoozy words about his day and why he’d be late on his payment that day.

“Put it on my tab? Thanks.” Joseph said with a smile.

“Can I just have a coke?” you asked.

You heard Joseph scoff beside you, “Really? What happened to wine coolers?”

“The stuff from here is too pricey…”

“I literally come here because the shit here is cheap!” Joseph said.

“If it’s so cheap, why don’t you pay your tab on time?” The bartender said, pouring you a glass of coke.

“I just never have it when I need it!”

“When you need it, you’re spending it on booze.” You muttered into your cup.

Abruptly Joseph stood up, waving the two of you off. “Fuck the both of you…”

Sighing, you continue to nurse your drink. Then, deciding to look over the menu’s cheaper options, you decide it wouldn't be a big loss to spike your drink a bit. You hold out your cup to the bartender asking him for a shot of low quality liquor in your coke. 

Joseph is taking a while to come back from…wherever the hell he is. At first, you assumed he was going to the bathroom. You hoped he didn’t ditch you with the tab.

The bartender leaned down on the bar counter, getting eye level with you. “So, you with him?” he asked.

“Yeah but I’m not paying for his tab.” you replied simply.

“No, I mean like, is he your man?”

You scrunch your nose and you can’t tell if it’s because of the question or your drink’s sharp taste. You simply shook your head, looking elsewhere.

The bartender hums, “Do you like him?”

“Yeah… he’s nice.” A quick glance at the bartender told you he wasn’t impressed with your answer. He was clearly digging for more. Perhaps some gossip. And while that wasn’t your thing exactly, you found yourself confessing to something you didn’t think would come out of your mouth.

“I don’t date guys like Joseph.”

“What are guys like Joseph?”

“...”

Trash. Scheming, whorish, trash. Like many other bumpkins, Joseph came to the city with a dime and a dream. They often leave with nothing, get lucky, or scrape for the scraps the big dogs leave behind. He was a lost puppy that couldn’t be kept and wanted something different than what you could give him. When he didn’t want anymore he left without warning, and took to the streets.

He was cut from an imbalanced cloth; born with good looks, a big dick, and bad judgment.

But you liked him. It was hard not to, he was attractive. He was funny. And he was confident, even when he was wrong. You were pretty sure that your fascination went beyond just wanting to sleep with him. But you knew who he was and his type. He’d confessed to trying to steal from you for chrissakes.

You couldn’t say you knew the exact outcome for Joseph, seeing as he was fairly new to the city. And there were times you wanted to help him get to where he’s going. But you didn’t want to be that person who fell for a grifter, sweet talked into giving when you had enough until you had nothing. Even if there were a chance he’d want you, convince you to elope with him on a motorbike, heading to wherever the wind took you – what would you have to show for it when the man you’d rely on had no sense and not a penny to his name?

Love? 

“Well-”

“Guess who just got forty dollars easy, you bitches?” Joseph triumphantly boasted, slamming a couple of twenties with some change on the counter and sliding it towards the bartender. 

“How’d you come up with that so fast?” you asked.

Joseph smirked, “I have my ways.”

 In the next second, an older flushed man hastily pulled his pants up as he scrambled out of the bathroom; you gave an impressed nod.

“Lemme just…get that,” you swiped one of the twenties and pocketed it.

“Wh- hey! That could’ve covered half my tab!” Joseph protested.

“And now it’s covering half your rent,” you said, grinning at him.

Joseph sucked his teeth. “And here I was thinking you liked me for my smoldering personality.”

“Add on a bank account to that personality, and I might like you more than I do now.”

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i think i'll make a part 2 to this. I originally planned for there to be smut, but I'm burnt out lowkey. I got several different drafts on the backburner.

[sunnydayjackass]

I just found your blog and I’m absolutely in love with the way you write headcanons! If you don’t mind, could you write some angsty hcs about Jack trying to differentiate himself from who he used to be as Joseph, wanting to be someone new as Jack and trying to reinvent himself? Maybe with an MC that wants to know who he used to be, but Jack keeps insisting that he’s only ever been ‘Jack’?

Jack absolutely does not see himself as Joseph in any way. As far as he's concerned, Joseph is dead. To him, to the world, that isn't who he is nor will he be. That past part of him buried as deep as he could

He had thirty years locked in that that vhs tape has given Jack plenty of time to perfect his persona as best he can, to be the best man he possibly can be, a better, real Jack

When it comes to the initial asking, Jack will simply introduce himself as such. Sunny Day Jack, that's all there is to him. It's who he is now and who he was meant to be. Not just for his own sake but for yours as well.

Jack holds nothing but ill will for his former self and will absolutely hide anything and everything regarding it from you

Joseph was troubled, or was trouble, it doesn't much matter to Jack but he can't have that kind of toxic influence you, now can he? Joseph coped with unhealthy vices, was rebellious, modified his body for attention- you don't need that sort of negativity in your life.

But fact of the matter is, Jack is Joseph and Joseph is Jack whether he likes it or not and you can see those cracks in the veneer from time to time; where is less of the sugary sunshine and more of the cynic. There's this palpable dichotomy of confidence and self loathing within him

Jack won't call this a phase or facade, this is who he is and when he says this to you- it is spoken as an absolute. It's who he is now, who he wants to be, he has a second chance to do everything right this time and to do right by you-he wouldn't let something so trivial as a ghost of himself ruin that

What will be more difficult is, as time goes on, to whom and how to shift the blame when it comes to body count and violence. Is it Jack? Or is it Joseph? (It's both but blame is so easier to to pin on a name you don't like)

Like I'd stated before, no matter how you press or pry, Jack won't ever give up the gig and will work all the harder to prove to you that he's not hiding anything. And to him, he isn't. Nothing he says is technically a lie because I mean...he did come out of a vhs tape, why wouldn't he take it's former contents as reality

When Jack thinks the convincing is for your benefit, it's really for his own. When he asks for your validation, he needs it as Jack. Proof that what he's doing is right. That killing and retooling himself was the right thing to do. Nobody needed Joseph. Nobody wanted Joseph. But Jack? Oh, he was-and is- adored.

He prides himself on that, this shiney new repackaging of himself. Bright as the sun, beaming with optimism, healthy influence to positively impact your growth. Jack's is a face you can trust, not one with under eye circles and smelling of tobacco.

Really, Jack is a hypocrite. He always ran and changed himself rather than confront his issues but your issues? Your problems? Well...he might be able to forgive you needing his help, but really Jack would sooner view this all as him not wanting you to make the same mistakes he had a lifetime ago. He just wants whats best for you but if that requires his intervention (perhaps without your knowledge) well...why burden you with it? Some things just need to be wordlessly put to bed or buried.

Despite it all, the slips of Joseph through Jack I don't think are ones he really weighs too much. Because when it comes to you, they want the same thing. But with this reinvention where Jack likely equates Joseph to being dead and gone, he's just dormant. They're both pretty dominant and really, it's just two sides of the same coin. They're one and the same but Jack will fight tooth and nail for otherwise.

Because otherwise, what does all of this amount to? What does he amount to? It puts all he's done and how far or short he's come under worse scrutiny. Jack/Joseph is a deeply complex character who is hesitant to let you get too close to knowing him and the many facets, it's for your safety despite that he can, and will, know anything and everything about you by any means necessary.

I might revisit this one too, it felt a lil short-- I hope it's okay OTZ

[shytothemaxx2]

For my first time drawing REDACTED, I didn’t do too bad 😊🖤🤎

[simmywrites]

Intro Page

So uh Hi! I’m Simmy! I take requests, so here’s the Fandoms and guidelines i follow and write about.

FANDOMS:

Sally Face (Larry Johnson, Sal Fisher, Ashley Campbell etc.)

Lego Monkie Kid (Macaque, MK, Mei, Sun Wukong etc.)

ROTTMNT (Donatello, Raphael, Mikey etc.)

The Owl House (Hunter AKA The Golden Guard, Darius, Raine etc.)

My Hero Academia (Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki etc.)

Haikyuu ( Tetsurou Kuroo, Kotarou Bokuto, Nishinoya Yuu etc.)

Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack (Sunny day Jack, Joseph Haberdae, Ian Duff etc.)

The Gallagher Mansion (Elias mostly. If you want Taylor it will take a bit.)

Into/Across the Spider-Verse (Miles Morales e42 & e1610, Miguel O’Hara, Hobie etc.)

Things I WON’T write:

Full on Smut (like graphic smexy times) R//pe (No. Just No.) Yandere (I don’t like it. it makes me feel really awkward. Edit: This rule is also flexible) Poly relationships (I hope i don't get hate for this. It's very difficult for me to write, so this rule is quite flexible if I see the couple as easy for me to write about) , Character x Character.

Things i will write: 

Semi-Nsfw. (Mentions and make-out sessions ONLY) Fluff, Character x reader, everything else that I feel comfortable writing.

[sunbitesworld]

MASTERLIST

Jack/Joseph:

Jack with a S/O who doesn't like others help (SFW/ANGST)

Jack with a S/O who sings sad songs to comfort themselves (SFW/ANGST)

Jack with a S/O who likes gaming (SFW/FLUFF)

Jack x GN! Reader (SMUT)

Joseph Haberdae x GN! Reader (SMUT)

Jack x GN! Reader who's crying over Ian cheating (SFW/ANGST/FLUFF) | 1 2

Jack finds out you want a baby (SMUT)

Joseph with a S/O that can fight (SFW/FLUFF)

Jack with a S/O that doesn't want kids (SFW/FLUFF)

Jack with a seemingly innocent S/O that writes suggestive songs (SUGGESTIVE)

Jack with S/O that has trust issues (SFW/FLUFF)

Jack with a S/O that wants kids but is scared to have them (SFW/ANGST/FLUFF)

Jack & Joseph with a S/O that is a night owl (SFW/FLUFF)

Ian Duff:

Ian with an asexual S/O (SFW/FLUFF)

Bo:

Domestic headcanons with Bo (SFW/FLUFF)

Bo with a S/O that is a night owl (SFW/FLUFF)

Alan Orion:

Alan with a S/O who's on their period (SFW/FLUFF)

Alan with a S/O that is a night owl (SFW/FLUFF)