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elfqueen006 · 14 days

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Mr. Haberdae (Ch.1)

Joseph Haberdae x Fem Reader

This is a bit of a "modern" Bluebeard retelling, or rather inspired by it and many other erotic thrillers~

Please enjoy <33

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The door chimed open upon your entering. And following your first step was Caryl shoving your uniform into your face.

“Where the hell have you been!?” she yelled, startling a few of the patrons, which, now that you noticed, there were a lot today. Definitely more than your usual quota of customers. It was a full house!

Without thinking you answered, “I slept in.”

Caryl looked at you like you had an unusually large zit on your forehead. Her big brown eyes bulged out of her skull as her smudged red lips pulled into a tight line. She put her hands on her hips and you were extremely cautious of her sharp red nails digging uncomfortably into her pants. You were certain she was holding them back from your throat.

You opened your mouth to say that you’d get to work, but in the next second, she threw her arms above her head. “Oh, you slept in!” She hooted, “Well, why didn’t ya just say so?”

“Carrie, I’m sorry-”

“Now, why are you sorry? That’s good, you slept in! That’s real good that you did that!”

Her face became redder as she rambled. Movements became more animated as she nodded and gave you a big ear-to-ear smile, though it was more the type that resembled a dog snarling. Her nose crinkled up and her neck was pulled the more she smiled. “You know what? You know something? I should have slept in today! It would’ve saved me so much stress. Hell, I could’ve come over and we would’ve had ourselves a fun little sleepover, y’know? A girl’s night — just us girls!!”

You wrung the fabric of the uniform in your hands that were getting clammier by the second.

But Caryl wasn’t done. She turned her head towards the bar where Dexter, your boss, and the diner’s bartender, stood. He was in the middle of preparing someone’s sundae when Caryl called his name.

“Hey Dex, wanna know something? (Name) slept in while we were packed on Valentine's Day!” Oh. Well, that explained the sudden increase in customers.

Dexter’s face fell, “Was she feeling bad?”

“Ya know what? I never asked!” Caryl whipped her head back towards you, a cartoonish concerned expression on her beet red face. “Were you, (Name)?”

The entire diner quieted, just as interested in what your answer would be. You cringed as you shook your head. Caryl then, turning back to your boss gave an exaggerated shrug. “Welp! What can you do?”

Dexter pursed his lips and went back to taking orders, though you didn’t miss the disappointed look in his eyes, making you feel a twinge of guilt.

“So um, what should I do now?”

Caryl pointed to a man in the far back. He was a big guy and drab looking in his secondhand corduroy jacket. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the diners who were either in their nicest day clothes or paired up with someone. He looked like a grifter. And while those weren’t uncommon in your area, you so rarely saw them outside of bars or street corners.

But one thing that overshadowed all of that was his striking blue hair.

“He got here ten minutes ago. Go over there and take his order,” she said. “I’m going to take my break. You can take the rest since you’re so rested up.” And with that, she turned on her heels and sashayed to the back of the diner.

You sighed. It was going to be a long shift.

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Caryl had made her point. You could imagine her stumbling over her own heels trying to keep track of every order just like you were at the moment. Even when there wasn’t an order, there’d be a messy table left by a diner and you’d have to clean it up. You supposed that you were getting your just desserts, seeing as this was your fifth time in a month being late to your shift.

There was a family function coming up in a few weeks and your mother had been hassling you about bringing a guest. You’d brung plenty of friends in the past, Caryl included. But your mother was insistent that she’d rather you be seen with male company. You had no one in mind unfortunately. Thus, she kept you up all night with conversation that was 50 percent suitor picks, 40 percent nagging, and 10 percent actually asking about your day. Within all of that, you learned she’d also been telling your other family members you started dating as to “help you save face”.

“You’re just so pretty!” She said, “Pretty and intelligent! How do you think it makes me feel telling my sister that my only daughter is cooped up in her apartment, not enjoying life?”

You somewhat understood her point of view. Somewhat. Sure, with how hectic the city was, you had a habit of being overly cautious, and falling into comfortable patterns. But you really wish she considered your end of the little story she cooked up. It wasn’t as if your aunt and cousins didn’t talk to you. And you actually tell them what you do! Regardless of her attempt to make you look good, you’d both end up looking foolish!

What started as a sleeping off your mothers’ foolishness, became you getting careless with your work schedule.

As you’re cleaning off a table, you glance back at Dexter, still swamped with orders. The anxiety on his face makes your stomach churn and it dawns on you just how much you took advantage of his kindness. He’s a sweet but aged man who inherited the diner for his father, and while he insists he loves his job, you can tell he’s more than deserving of a break.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Another coffee?”

You could swear it was this man’s sixth cup of coffee. You guessed whatever was in his plans made for a lengthy day. And no matter how many times you approached him, the vibrancy of his hair seemed that much more so. You’ve heard of people going blonde or even brunette, but never blue. Maybe that scene from Grease was beginning to catch on in the city.

“You can just call me ‘waitress’, y’know. It’s way less offensive than ma’am.” You said, pouring the pitcher's contents into his mug.

The stranger raised a brow, “How is ma’am offensive?”

“It feels old.”

The man snorts, “Women.” he muttered.

“Yes, women.”

You looked him over for the first time since serving him. He’d looked pretty drab at first glance. But he had a nice soft face with a beauty mark in the right corner of his left eye, as well as a small dimple in his chin. His coiffed mullet that framed his face nicely. He might be what you call classically handsome if not for the eyebrow piercings and various tattoos.

Noticing your attraction to him, he leaned back on the booth. Eager to give your curious eyes a show as his jacket slid away from his shapely chest. It had a decent amount of hair on it. The kind you’d like to nuzzle into and sleep on at night while he held you tight…

“Well…if you don’t mind me asking. How old are you?” He asked.

“...Old enough.”

“What’s your version of ‘old enough’?”

“I dunno… twenty-something.”

“So, you’re twenty?”

“If I wanted you to know, I would've told you, right?”

Stranger scoffs in a good-natured way and turns to you with a big pure white smile. Your cheeks warm up and you feel yourself smile back, though your insides feel as if they're turning to jelly. He's probably had a ton of girls (or guys) fall victim to that smile. It's so photogenic, pleasant, and sweet. And his eyes betray an enticing bit of mischief. It's the kind of smile that should be in magazines and commercials.

Figuring your job here is done, you turn away with a brief word. But you can't help but feel like he's watching your back. You're still walking as you glance back – he is looking.

You end up bumping hard into Caryl who was carrying a tray. Great. Just as she decides to help, that’s when you fuck it up. You dare look up at her and find her brown eyes are wide with white hot anger, but instead of laying those long claw-like acrylics on you she goes back to the employee break room.

You hear the strangers’ laughter as you chase after your fuming co-worker.

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It was pretty obvious you had a crush on the newest patron at the diner. Well, obvious to everyone but yourself. Caryl let you know that much when you came into work one day looking around and Joseph – the patrons’ name (which you learned with some unsubtle prodding) – was not there yet. Your mood was noticeably dim throughout your shift. You took orders and replied to patrons very curtly. As a result, Caryl ended up pulling you aside and made you take a break while she took on the rest of her shift.

“I said I’m sorry, Caryl!” you whined. You knew that you were being unprofessional, but you hadn’t wanted your job to be in jeopardy because of it; you barely made as much in your regular hours as is.

“Nuh-uh! ‘Sorry don't cut it!” she said, “You need to kick that attitude when you come in here, (Name), you are not a child. Stop moping because some fella who can’t even afford a better jacket gives you bubble guts.”

“You mean butterflies..?”

“I know what I mean!” Caryl snapped. “That boy’s got your nose wide open and he’s not even any good.”

Your lip curled up in an indignant snarl, “You don’t even know him!”

“I know dudes like him. He likes the attention little girls like you give ‘im, and he always looks smug when you nearly fall over yourself to take his order. He’s trouble.”

You both went back and forth like that for a while. And of course you weren’t interested in a thing Caryl had to say. She wasn’t even that older than you despite her way of speaking and her height. She said she just had a lot of experience and made a lot of mistakes that she wished she hadn’t. You could understand that she had your best interest in mind – but that didn’t mean the same things would happen to you…

Ding!

You peeked out of the employee break room and who else should you see but Mr. Haberdae? Without even waiting for the go-ahead, you swiped your notebook and pen away from Caryl before skipping outside and up to his table.

It wasn’t like you were in love with the guy anyway. And if things got rough, that’s how life was right?

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clowdyday · 1 year

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#Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #Sunny Day Jack #joseph cullman #Mr. Haberdae #This man had me in a chokehold #my art

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kurokrisps · 8 days

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🔞sdj artwork underneath: nude mr. haberdae

I went with his "modern/college au" interpretation cus I wanted to try drawing a dyed mullet. I think I did pretty well with the mosaic effect, yeah?

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #sunny day jack #sdj joseph #joseph haberdae #joseph cullman #mr. haberdae #sdj fanart #not safe for minors #mosaic #nudity #kuro art

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myngxy-sue · 7 months

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Joseph was initially hesitant to become a parent himself because he was afraid of screwing up. Sure, he wouldn't be distant like his own fathers, but he knew there was more to parenting than just being there.

It wasn't until he got involved with The SunnyTime Crew Show that he gained confidence in his childcare abilities. He ended up learning a lot more than he anticipated there.

And he'd find himself being a parental figure to more than just his own children and the kids who grew up watching him play Sunny Day Jack.

A lot of the children in his neighborhood look up to him instead of their own fathers, often choosing to go to him when they need anything. From young kids left to fend for themselves to rebellious teens trying to figure things out, he had been there for them more than their actual fathers.

He managed to gain this naturally warm presence that makes anyone feel safe around him. Joseph understands and respects them, taking them seriously when even their own mothers won't.

He doesn't care about his masculinity being threatened, nor his position as an authority figure, making him able to admit when he doesn't know anything and willing to listen when children have gained new knowledge that he lacks.

Ironically, this makes him more of a natural provider and protector than the men who care about their masculinity more than anything else.

He can be relied on when dealing with any number of children, being able to look after them when their fathers would just call their mothers/in-laws over because they're grossly incompetent and don't even want to try.

After being abused by a lot of authority figures in his youth, Joseph doesn't believe in hitting or screaming at children, knowing very well that it didn't help him nor the children like him straighten out.

Joseph would go on to become a children's rights advocate, realizing that society wasn't doing enough for them. This was after he was powerless to do more for children in certain situations, like their parents not having enough to provide for them or their education being undermined.

This leads to him influencing certain parents, too, helping them realize how they're failing their children and encouraging them to do better. Unfortunately, not every parent is like this.

And to think at he was at first overwhelmed and worried about his ability when he first joined the show.

He makes it seem effortless now. But he knows children are not a walk in the park. Yet he continues to raise generations of children, directly and indirectly.

TL;DR: Mr. Haberdae is the dad ever.

#something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj joseph #sdj jacktor #sunny day jack joseph #sunny day jack jacktor #sunny day jack au #sdj au #sunny day jack #sdj #joseph cullman #joseph haberdae #headcanon

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lemonmelonboy · 7 months

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I’m so sorry but I will implode- His name s not Joseph! His name is [Redacted] Haberdae- please,,, We never learned his name and the name thats been being used is another dudes name- I’m gonna go feral-

Heres a transcript of the Green Tape - where we learn his last name is Haberdae.

Voice 1 - “Hi there Mr. uh Mr. Haberdae!”

Mr. Haberdae (Jack)- “Yeah! Yeah that’s it!”

Joseph Kinley (Voice 1) - “Mr. Haberdae! So nice to meet you- My name is Joseph- Joseph Kinley- Im sure the directors told you a bit about me before hand. But Im the psych and development consultant for the show.”

#swwsdj #sdj #sunny day jack #sunnydayjack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack

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threadsun · 10 months

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Ah, saving the best for last, for me anyhow, I love this fucking himbo. That’s right, we’re talking about Mr. Haberdae himself, or should I say Mr. Cullman, because this story starts much farther back than his name change. Joseph grew up in a loveless home, his parents only sticking together because a divorce was more work than either of them cared to put in. His folks never hit him, they hardly ever looked at him, that was until he started causing trouble

He fell in with a gang in middle school, the members having taken a shine to him when he stole a pack of his dad’s cigarettes and gave it to them. He got most of his bad habits from his gang, smoking, fighting, and just generally causing mischief. Joseph loved it, he was finally seen, as one hell of a fighter by his friends, and someone to keep an eye on by his parents, but it couldn’t last forever. Joseph’s dad finally decided to do his job and talked to him about it, and then they started yelling at each other

It escalated, he didn’t mean for it to, he doesn't even remember his father’s final words, only coming to when the old man was cold at his feet. He sat there for a long time, his face completely blank but his mind racing. He was just a kid, a high schooler, he wasn’t supposed to be strong enough to kill anyone, he isn’t strong enough to live with all of this, how did this happen, why why why why why-

When he looked out the window it was dark, not a star in the sky, no light, no warmth, just him and his dad’s cold body. He left that night, packed up whatever he could fit in his school backpack, and started walking, he couldn’t run, he was too numb to the world to even try. He stayed like that for a good while, picking up small jobs here and there to keep some cash in his pocket before setting off again

While hitchhiking on the side of some highway he saw a man trying to change his tire on the side of the road. He offered to help the man, his dad didn’t teach him much but he always did love his cars, so he knew a thing or two about changing a flat. After helping him the man offered to drive Joseph to the nearest town, which he happily took him up on, the summer heat making the poor boy sweat buckets

The man drove him all the way to town, the town, and told him he could stay as long as he’d like, he even had a guest room in his house if he wanted it. Joseph couldn’t believe what he was hearing, agreeing without hesitation, and even promising to earn his keep. He became the town’s mechanic, though he didn’t get to work on many cars. The town was, and still is, pretty small, you could easily walk the whole town, and most do

The only cars in town belong to the founder and Berry, though any repairs he does on it have to be on-site for some reason. With how much the guy pays Jo just chooses to keep his mouth shut. Most of the things he ends up repairing are kitchen appliances, washers, dryers, and old TVs. He likes it, he spent so much of his time breaking things a few years ago he finds it therapeutic to spend his time fixing things now

It took a while for him to settle in, everyone was just so friendly here, so full of life. Not to mention the weird dog person thing that kept growling at him whenever he passed. The growling eventually stopped once Joseph started giving a bit of his dinner to him every night, he didn’t have much of an appetite those first few months anyway, not with the weight still on his shoulders. The founder is very welcoming, treating Joseph like a son, even comparing him with Jean on occasion, though he never did this in front of Jean himself

Joseph loved the founder with all his heart, though he did move out eventually, saying he didn’t want to take advantage of his generosity any more than he already had. He stays in the town of course, no one ever leaves the town, but he gets his own place, somewhere he can really call his

It happened on a quiet Thursday afternoon, Joseph was fixing Mrs. Tobin’s blender, again, when he heard it, Bo’s howl. He got there as quick as he could but he couldn't stay long. He couldn’t look at him, he couldn’t look at his cold body. He walked back home as numb as he was that one dark night and started to wash his hands, but no matter what he did the blood wouldn’t come off, it was under his nails, under his skin, in his head, and there’s nothing that can wash that away

He stays like that, numb for the second time in his life. The only reason he doesn’t start walking again is because he keeps hearing about you. You’ll surely come now that the founder is dead, that’s what everyone else is saying anyway. You’re the only hope he has left, you’re the only chance he has to feel again. Even if it means you have to crack him open, spit in his eye, rip his heart to sheds, please, just make him feel again

And, that’s it! For the back stories anyhow. I’ll be working on how you meet everyone next but if you have anything you’d like to know in particular feel free to leave it in the tags or response its self. I really love this au and I can’t wait for you to meet everyone in the present day. Hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself! : D

Yesssssss I love him sooooooo much!!!! Poor guy tho, so traumatised 😔 I'm super curious about why Barry has a car, and also about how Jean felt when the founder showed up with Joseph 👀

#sunshine #cult town au #god this is all so cool!!!!!!! I can't wait to hear about what happens when the founder's kid comes to town >:3c #I'm always a fan of when people kill their shitty fathers :3c Joseph deserves a little patricide. as a treat.

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yukidragon · 2 years

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Sunny Day Jack Transcript - PSYCHE - 72782

You know, writing Sunshine in Hell and all these headcanons has me going over a lot of lore bits for Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack. I realized that the partial-transcript I wrote up for one of the audio files might be useful for other people as well. So, I went back and completed the transcript as best I can.

Disclaimer - I suffer from auditory processing disorder. This means that I struggle to translate sounds into words. As such, my transcript might not be completely accurate. (One word in particular is marked as one that I struggled with.) Please let me know if I got anything wrong so that I can fix it.

I’ll put the transcript below a cut for those who still haven’t played the demo and don’t want spoilers. I hope you find this useful!

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Consultant: Hi there, Mr… uh… Mr. Haberdae.

[Redacted]: Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.

Consultant: Mr. Haberdae, so nice to meet you. My name is Joseph… Joseph Kinley. I’m sure the directors told you a bit about me beforehand, but I’m the psyche and development consultant for the show.

[Redacted]: (nervous laughter) Uh... W-well they might have? Um… I really don’t know that much about… production? I-I just try to stay out of the way when I can.

Consultant: And that’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing wrong with that. They don’t pay you to fuss over those details, I imagine?

[Redacted]: (nervous laughter) If only, right? (chuckles)

(rustling)

Consultant: So… my job here is to help the writers make sure that, um… that we’re sending the right messages out there. I make sure that the words you act out are mentally and psychologically nourishing for the children watching at home.

[Redacted]: Yeah, that makes sense.

Consultant: Now… you have a very important job as the face of our program. You’re the candy coating for the broccoli of information that we’re feeding them every day. You’re comforting, you’re kind, you’re caring… They have to trust you and like you.

Consultant: Tell me, Mr. Haberdae… um... have you ever considered having a child of your own?

[Redacted]: Um… well… well I guess… maybe. Someday. (chuckle) If I can afford one… Yeah, probably, yeah.

Consultant: Someday you might have your own, but the job you’re going to be taking, the role you’ll be playing, will be significant in the raising of children all over the nation.

Consultant: You’re going to be their parent when their parents are away… their babysitter when their parents are busy… You’re going to be their friend, their counselor, their brother… maybe even their dad when they don’t necessarily have one.

[Redacted]: Shit. Uh… (sigh) I don’t know if I can do all that… What… what if I mess up?

Consultant: That’s why I’m here to help you. We’re going to be putting you through a few psychology classes, some basic childcare and handling classes… the whole works, really.

Consultant: D-do you like children?

[Redacted]: Of course! But… (sigh) I know that… (sigh) I-I mean I… I just don’t want them to, you know… (sigh) I don’t want to put them in a bad position, or…

Consultant: Judging by your, um… a-are those tattoos?

[Redacted]: Y… (sigh) Y-Yeah… I-I can cover them up. Makeup told me that it was fine though…? They said it wouldn’t be an issue… I was in high school… I-I didn’t know any-

Consultant: I’m willing to bet that you had a very hard life growing up. For someone so young to be so defined(?) in themselves and to lash out like that, making permanent adjustments to their bodies in order to stand out… You wanted attention, didn’t you? You wanted to be seen and heard and felt and loved…

Consultant: I-I’m not here to judge, I might even be wrong, um… but I want you to really think about why you want what's best for these children.

Consultant: That’s going to be our starting point moving forward. You’re going to be wiping a lot of faces, holding little hands, and giving lots of hugs over the next coming years… with any luck, of course. (chuckle) By the time we’re finished, you’re going to be better at it than most mothers in America.

[Redacted]: Got it, got it, got it… Um, but… How do you know I’ll do it right?

Consultant: You want to know the truth? It’s all in the psychology, Mr. Haberdae. The child’s mind isn’t that hard a puzzle to figure out. Think of it like, um… like a secret code. It might seem like nonsense, but when you look at it in the right light, it all comes together and tells you everything that you need to know.

Consultant: If you love the kids enough, we’ll take care of the rest. Just keep that motivation and the enthusiasm sincere.

Consultant: We can teach you how to de-escalate situations and teach you how to navigate them, but children aren’t stupid, Mr. Haberdae. They can tell when you’re faking it.

Consultant: I’m sure you especially understand what it’s like to, say… have a parent or guardian tell you that they love you, right? But, maybe even as young as, say… six, you could tell that they didn’t really mean what they were saying.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #swwsdj #sdj #Transcript

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soulforayandere · 1 year

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Time for another OC! This time for the Sunny Day Jack fandom. This is one of the times I made a light AU for the characters, and Crux's information is under the cut for anyone interested in said AU.

Art by: Ozaya

Reesé Largo is a clown themed daredevil performer at “Lucifer’s Playground”, an adult oriented circus and theme park. On or off stage, she prefers to go by her stage name, Crux, as do most of the performers and employees at the park. The Playground is well known for employing those of unknown or murky backgrounds. Some use it as an escape from their past, while others had little going on in their life and sought out the excitement.

Crux’s background is unknown to most everyone in the Playground. She just rode in late after a show a few years ago, looking rough and covered in blood and bruises. Having nothing but what belongings she strapped to her motorcycle, she requested a job. Her face was already tattooed in clown paint, and hair made to look like the night sky, so the man in charge (known as Ringmaster or Mr Big Top) made her part of the show. At first she was just meant to be a crowd hyper, but when she spontaneously took to the high ropes during training and performed deadly tricks, it was decided she would become one of the headliners. Now she specializes in aerial acts, acrobatics on the high ropes, motorcycle acts and minor contortion.

The Playground experienced a tragedy during a show they refuse to talk about, but left them short a number of performers and employees. Ringmaster plastered any and everywhere he could with advertisements for “fresh blood”, promising housing and all needs meet for employment. This caught the eye of Joseph Haberdae, a former clown performer of "The Sunny Time Crew", a children's circus.

He was the headlining title character, Sunny Day Jack. Living and breathing his part in the show, he was devastated when the word came that they were shutting down. The others wished him luck and moved on, but Jack was lost. Hair permanently changed to blue, and face tattooed into his clown paint, he never wanted to go back to being the vagabond “Joseph”, wanting nothing more than to keep living as the forever happy Jack. When he found the advert, it took him no time to load up and make his way across the country to the Playground.

What he found wasn’t a fun circus full of colors and wonder, but rather a land of excitement and screams, not helped by the fact they were in top horror celebration for Halloween. And Jack wasn’t what the Ringmaster was expecting when he got a call about a man wanting to be a clown with them, Jack’s bright colors and personality nearly glowing in comparison to the rest of the Playground. When asked, Jack couldn’t perform the dangerous stunts they were looking to fill, but his thick build and strength still caught Ringmaster’s eye. Rather than a performer, he was made an employee, put in charge of a froyo stand and helping backstage as needed.

Jack felt like an outcast at the park. There were no children aloud on site, so his cheery personality and child friendly attitude he carefully cultivated were wasted, and only served to isolate him from others. Many of the employees even made an effort to give his stand a wide berth or bad mouth him to customers to get him sacked. Over the first couple weeks, Jack struggled to keep a smile on his face.

Until a voice asked him what he recommended. Crux was looking over his offerings, a bit disheveled and bruised from training. Conversation between them was easy, she even found his cheery way cute and told him so as she chuckled. Not knowing who she was (he didn’t watch the shows, not one for dangerous things like that anymore), Jack casually chatted as he made her sweet treat, even sneaking in some flirting.

To Crux, he was a breath of fresh air. Normally crass and dark, it wasn’t often she got to talk to someone so upbeat in her line of work. That first meeting turned into daily talks, her trying about every combination of froyo he had to offer and making rankings on her favorites. But their meetups were always at his stand, him never seeing her at meal time or near the dorms.

This changed when he was filling in for a stagehand who got hurt on the job. It was the first time he’d get to see the high wire show, and he didn’t really want to. Keeping his head down, he just got his work done and hoped to get back to his normal stand soon. Then they called Crux’s show. He couldn’t help but watch her, having developed a huge crush on his only friend. So it was to his horror when she fell from the wire, falling almost to the uncovered ground, only to catch on a pole and slide to a platform to climb back up. His heart raced as he nearly rushed the stage in his panic, and when the show was over he ran to her and hugged her too tightly with tears in his eyes. In front of everyone, he told her he loved her, that her show scared him and he was scared of losing her.

The two retired to her room, which was separate from the normal dorms in a different building (the reason he never saw her). Over take out and light drinks, she let him vent his feelings to her, saying she wanted to hear all of it before commenting. When he started crying about how much he loved her and didn’t want to lose her, she made her move and kissed him. He had asked her how she felt about him, and she answered by sleeping with him. To her, he was “the one really good thing about this place”, and she didn’t want to lose him either. But her shows were the way they were because she wasn’t afraid to die, making her acts all the more gripping for the audience. Jack didn’t take that well, and all but fucked the thought of death out of her, starting up again when she questioned if she really mattered.

Jack was joined at her hip after that. Moving into her room, making her breakfast, checking up on her during practice and breaks, holding her as much as he could, and pleasing her at night until they both fell asleep. It wasn’t healthy, she knew that, but it felt too good to have someone love her and care if she’s alive. Jack seemed to develop separation anxiety as their relationship went on, nearly crying when an extra busy event kept them apart all day and most of the night. He didn’t like watching her shows, fearing he’d see her die one day, so being apart too long made him worry.

Crux does try to work with Jack, trying to help ease his mind when she can and help him not panic about her. It’s a work in progress, but she’s still endlessly grateful she has someone to love her.

#swwsdj #sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #something is wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj oc #sdj #sdj au

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