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[acoraxia]

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[itsadamcole]

one last night

fem!reader x adam cole

It’s been two weeks since reader and Adam have broken up. She goes to the house she lived in with Adam for a year to get the rest of her things. He begs her to spend one more night with him, to maybe see if he can change her mind about leaving him

word count: 5k+

warnings: a little angst, smut, sad!adam, sad!reader, a long ass imagine

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***

Adam’s POV

I sit on the couch a nervous wreck. Y/N is coming over to collect the rest of her things. She moved out two weeks ago and requested a brand change the next day so she was moved from NXT to Monday Night Raw. I haven’t been able to speak to her, until two days ago when she texted me asking if she could pick up the rest of her things.

She’ll be here any minute. My hands are shaky and sweaty with nerves. Why are they shaky? Why are they sweaty? I don’t even fully understand why I’m nervous.

There has to be a way for me to get her to forgive me. I love her too much just to let her go. Yeah, I’ve said somethings that hurt her but I was drunk and frustrated after a loss.

“I’m just trying to help you, Adam.”

“You’re not helping me so just stop! You’ve never helped me. You’ve only made things worse for me. Before you, I was one of NXT’s top stars. I was getting the push. Since you, I’ve lost my NXT title. I’ve lost a match to get my title back. It’s your fault.”

“Fine, then I’ll leave.”

“Good. Goodbye. I won’t miss you.”

Then she was actually gone. I found out the next day from William Regal that she requested to be moved to Raw or Smackdown, and he granted her that request. If I could go back and take everything back then I would.

Y/N means everything to me. Contrary to what I said, I’m grateful for everything’s she’s done to help me feel better after a tough loss.

When I lost my NXT title, she made me my favorite dinner in bed while I sulked around the house and just laid in bed. She put on my favorite movie and laid in bed with me.

I lost a battle royal match to become number one contender for Finn’s title the night I told Y/N she never helped me. I got drunk and was frustrated. I took everything out on her. I took my frustrations and anger out on her. I pushed her so far away from me that night to the point she left.

I realize that my cheeks are wet with tears and I’ve started crying as I reminse on the worst night I’ve experienced in years.

*** two weeks ago ***

I’ve been drinking since I got back to the house. I’ve drank two bottles of whiskey and I’m halfway through the third now. Y/N sits on the couch, watching me drink away.

I’m drunk. Very drunk.

Fucking Johnny Gargano eliminated me so I couldn’t win the match. I deserved to win that match. I want my title back. I want to beat Finn Balor for the NXT championship. That won’t happen now. Fucking Johnny Gargano.

“Adam, please come talk to me,” Y/N says to me as I take a swig of the bottle. “Please.”

I look over at Y/N and say, “No.”

She says, “I know you’re frustrated and I know your angry. I just want to know what I can do to make it better.”

I take another drink and say, “There’s nothing you can do to make it better, Y/N.”

Y/N looks upset as she says, “I’m just trying to help you, Adam.”

“You’re not helping me so just stop! You’ve never helped me. You’ve only made things worse for me. Before you, I was one of NXT’s top stars. I was getting the push. Since you, I’ve lost my NXT title. I’ve lost a match to get my title back. It’s your fault,” I snap at her.

She flinches back as I raise my voice. I drink again and she asks, “Do you want me to leave?”

“I would love it if you would leave,” I snap again as I take another drink.

Y/N stands up and says, “Fine, then I’ll leave.”

I finish my drink and watch as she walks to the door. I say, “Good, goodbye. I don’t care if you come back or not. I won’t miss you.”

Y/N looks hurt as she walks out the door. She looks back at me before she closes the door and she says, “Enjoy your life, Adam, since you won’t miss me apparently.” She takes off the promise ring I gave her and leaves it on the table by the door.

As she closes the door, what I just did hits me and it hits me hard.

I drop the glass bottle to the ground and run to the door. I walk out and call, “Y/N! Y/N, come back!”

Her car is already down the street and I watch as she turns the corner. I fall back onto the ground and cover my face as I begin to cry.

She’s gone. She’s actually gone. I messed everything up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get her back.

***

Your POV

You pull up to your house. Your old house. This isn’t your home anymore. Your home is with your brother in Jacksonville until you can get a place on your own closer to the Performance Center.

It looks the same but brings so many now painful memories.

This was the first house you bought. You bought the house with Adam Cole. Two weeks ago, he told you how he really felt.

“You’re not helping me so just stop! You’ve never helped me. You’ve only made things worse for me.”

You love Adam, you really do, but what he said to you crossed a line. You’ve done everything you could to help him feel better after a tough loss. You sacrificed so much time and energy to make him feel better after a loss, and that’s what he says to you.

Drunk words are sober thoughts so you know that he’s probably felt like that for a little bit.

You gather the courage to get out of the car. You lock your car and trek up to the front door. Sighing softly, you knock on the door.

There’s shuffling behind the door before it opens, revealing a very messy Adam Cole. He’s always worn sport shorts when laying around the house. He’s wearing a Mario shirt and Zelda pajama pants. His hair is messy, like he hasn’t brushed it or showered in days. His eyes are red.

“Hey, Y/N,” Adam says, his voice monotone. “Come in.”

He moves aside and you walk in.

You look around. It looks normal. Not what you expected. You expected it to be a mess or alcohol bottles everywhere. It’s clean. You glance at the table you left the promise ring on and see that it’s still there. He hasn’t touched it.

Adam closes the door as you leave the foyer and walk into the living room he and asks, “Can I help you with anything? I can grab boxes for you.”

You look at him and say, “Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you.”

He nods and walks down into the basement. You walk around the living room. The pictures of the two of you still are on the walls and the table.

The picture of Adam holding his newly won NXT title standing next to you is in its usual spot. A picture of you with Adam’s title around your waist doing the “boom” thing sits on the table next to a picture of you and Adam sitting on the beach at sunset as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

You walk out into the foyer again and pick up the ring you left. You look at it and sigh.

Tears start to roll down your cheeks and you hear Adam coming back up the basement steps. You set the ring back down and wipe your tears away as you walk into the living room.

Adam appears in the living room holding about a dozen collapsed boxes. “Um, I can build them as you need them,” he says.

You nod, afraid to talk. You walk upstairs to the bedroom. Adam follows you.

As soon as you walk into the room, you turn the light on and walk over to the closet. You take your hanging clothes out and throw them onto the queen-sized bed as Adam builds a box.

You avoid looking at Adam as you pack your things. You wipe away tears as they start rolling down your cheeks. Hopefully Adam doesn’t notice. He looks too concentrated on building boxes to notice though.

He slides over a box to you by the bed so you can pack the clothes that you threw on the bed. You pack the clothes on the bed.

That’s when Adam notices the tears falling down your cheeks. “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” he asks.

You shake your head and don’t say anything. Your terrified to talk because you are scared to break down.

You never wanted to leave Adam. What he said hurt you. You got to your brother’s and you cried for days. You unfollowed Adam on everything and turned your phone off, until two days ago when you texted Adam and asked if you could come by and get your things.

You close the box. Adam walks up and stands next to you.

“Y/N, I know you,” he says. “What’s wrong.”

You finally look up at Adam. The heartbreak you see in Adam’s eyes when he sees the tears on your cheeks makes you so upset.

You’re two people who love each other who are about to go separate ways. It hurts.

Adam says softly, “I knew something was wrong. You’re a terrible liar.”

You start to break down and you cry, “It hurts, Adam. It hurts so much.”

He says, “Please talk to me, Y/N. We haven’t talked since you left. Maybe if we talked then you won’t leave.”

You look up at Adam with tears in your eyes. You ask, “Why would I stay when I apparently can’t do anything to help you? Why would I stay when I make everything worse?”

Adam says, “I didn’t mean that. Please know I didn’t mean that. You’ve done so much for me, Y/N. When I lost the NXT title, you made my favorite meal and watched movies with me. It made me feel so much better.”

You say, “I don’t believe you, Adam. You never even tried to stop me from leaving.”

He says, “I ran out after you but you were already gone. You turned around the corner by the time I got outside.”

“Why’d you say it?” you ask. “Tell me why you said it.”

Adam sighs and says, “I was angry and frustrated. I was drunk and took everything out on you. I didn’t mean anything I said to you that night, Y/N. I’m so in love with you and I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. You mean everything to me and I’ve been devestated these past two weeks because you left.”

You say, “I left because you hurt me, Adam. I was so upset and hurt that I couldn’t come back to face you. My heart was broken.”

“Stay the night,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I never meant to hurt you. If you still want to leave in the morning then you can and I won’t fight you on it.”

You look away from Adam and say, “I don’t know.”

Desperation is laced in Adam’s voice as he says, “Please, Y/N. Just one last night together. If I can’t convince you to stay by the morning then you can finish packing and you can go.”

You don’t want to go but you don’t want to stay. It’s late out too and it’s a long drive back to Jacksonville, and that’s the only reason why you say, “Okay. You have until morning to convince me to stay.”

A sigh of relief comes from Adam and he says softly, “Thank you.”

“I’m only staying because it’s late and I don’t want to drive back to Jacksonville in the dark while I’m emotional,” I say, walking away from Adam.

He says, “I’ll take anything, I guess.”

You walk downstairs into the kitchen. You look through the cabinets and in the refrigerator to look for something to eat.

There’s almost no food in the house at all. You fine some crackers, Nutella and expired milk. That’s about it.

“Adam, what have you been eating?” you ask, turning toward him. “There’s almost no food here.”

He stands behind you in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen island counter. “I’ve been ordered Postmates or I just don’t eat,” Adam admits.

You pout and say, “You have to at least eat, Adam. If not for you then for me.”

He nods and he pulls out his phone. “How about I order us some McDonald’s or Taco Bell on Postmates?” he says. “I know how much you like McDonald’s or Taco Bell.”

You smile and nod. “Taco Bell sounds nice,” you say. “Thank you, Adam.”

“Of course,” he says, tapping on his phone for a second. “Does a six soft tacos and nacho fries sound good?”

You nod and say, “Sounds amazing.” Your stomach growls. “I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

He laughs and places the order. “It’ll be here in about thirty minutes,” Adam says. “I also got us some lemonade since all I have here is milk that’s gone bad and tap water.”

You giggle and say, “I don’t want to drink expired milk so thank you.”

Adam smiles and walks out to the living room. You stand in the kitchen for a second before following him out to the living room.

You can tell he’s trying to make it up to you. He’s trying to show you that he never meant to say what he did. Deep down, you know that he never meant to say that you made everything worse. You know that sometimes you’ve helped him though losses.

A part of you want to give in and stay but a part of you is scared to stay. You’re scared he’ll hurt you again.

The two of you sit on opposite side of the couch. The awkward tension rising in the air between the two of you. You play with your thumbs and Adam asks, “Have you been staying with your brother? You said you drove here from Jacksonville.”

You nod and say, “Y/BR/N took me in and is helping me looking for apartments down here.”

You look over at Adam to see that he looks sad. It breaks your heart.

To make him feel a little better, you move over to him and you rest your head on his shoulder. “I see that you’re finally wearing the pajama pants I got you,” you say. “Are they comfortable?”

Adam nods and says, “Extremely comfortable.”

You smile and say, “Good. I’m glad.”

He puts something on the TV as the two of you wait for food.

The food gets to the house about thirty minutes later. You and Adam sit at the kitchen island, eating the tacos and nacho fries while drinking your lemonades.

Neither of you talk as you eat. You have no idea what to say to Adam.

Adam starts a conversation. “When I lost my NXT title, the first thing I thought about was coming back to you,” he says, sipping his lemonade. “I knew immediately that I wanted you and I knew how much I needed to see you. I never cared that I lost the title. I cared about getting back to you because I knew you could make me feel a million times better than I did after I lost my title.”

You look at Adam with sad eyes and you listen to every word before you say, “Telling me that nothing I did helps and that I made everything worse hurt me, Adam. It made me want to stay away and not come back.”

He looks heartbroken when you explain how you felt.

Adam says, “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you if I have to.”

You say, “Give me some time, Adam. I need some time to think everything through to make sure that I want to-”

In a quick movement, he turns me toward him and he kisses me. You pull back immediately and look away from him. You say, “You can’t kiss me to change my mind.”

“That was for me,” he says. “In case you make the decision to go in the morning.”

You stay quiet and continue eating. Adam sighs softly beside you.

Once you’re done eating, you clean everything up.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Adam says behind you as you throw out your trash. “I don’t mean to pressure you into a decision by kissing you.”

You say, “Stop kissing me until I make my decision. Kissing me won’t do anything to my decision.”

You turn and look back at Adam. He says, “It’s one kiss. Calm down.”

“Calm down?” you ask. “You want me to calm down? Are you kidding me? Have you met us? A kiss is a kiss, until it turns into sex. That’s how we work, Adam. You kiss me and somehow we end up in bed without clothes on.”

He says, “I know that, Y/N. It was just a kiss for my sake. I wouldn’t have let it get that far.”

“Would you have?” you ask, walking over to Adam. “You’re a terrible liar, Adam. I know when you’re lying.”

Adam gets up and walks over to you. “Tell me you didn’t want me to kiss you,” he says. He now stands in front of you.

You look up at him and say, “Of course I did. We both know how much I love when you kiss me, but-”

He interrupts me, saying, “If you’re going to leave then please just let me give you a few kisses, as goodbye.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you say, “Adam, no. I’m already confused and I need time to think.”

It’s already taking everything in you not to touch Adam or kiss him like you want to. You would love just to kiss him and things go back to the way they were but that can’t happen. Not right now. You don’t know if you can trust him.

“Y/N, please,” Adam says, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I can’t go another day without you here. I’ve been going crazy without you.”

You look up at Adam with tear filled eyes. “I can’t trust that you won’t hurt me again,” you admit. “I’m scared to come back to you. I would love to kiss and make up but I’m terrified.”

Adam cups your face and says, “I’ll never do anything to hurt you again, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you in the first place. I’m so in love with you.”

“You love me yet nothing I say or do helps you,” you say. “You told me you didn’t care if I came back or not.”

He says, “I’ll never stop apologizing to you for that, Y/N.”

The tears start to roll down your cheeks and you say, “I don’t know if I can believe you. I cant trust that you won’t get drunk and say those exact things to me again.”

In the moment, you decide to leave in the morning. If you can’t trust that he won’t hurt you again then what’s the point in staying.

Adam’s heart breaks as you talk. He realizes just how much his words hurt you, and he realizes that you will probably end up leaving in the morning because of how much he hurt you. When the realizes this, he starts to cry too.

He can’t look at you. He can’t look at the person he loves the most and hurt the most.

You look up at him, seeing tears rolling down his face. He knows it too. That you’re leaving in the morning.

“I wish I could take everything back,” he cries. “I miss seeing you at work. I miss waking up next to you. I miss cuddling you at night. I miss kissing you goodnight and good morning. If I could take back everything I said two weeks then I would. I miss you so damn much, Y/N.”

Every word hits you hard and you start to cry. You stare up at Adam and listen to every word.

He breaks down and you cup his face. You say, “Look at me, Adam.” He does and you find his usually pretty blue eyes filled with sadness and anger. “I love you, and I miss all those things too, but I can’t stay. Your words haunt me. I don’t trust that you won’t say them again. They broke my heart, Adam. I would love to stay and make up, but I don’t trust that you won’t say them again.”

Adam says, “What do I have to do to make you trust me again? Y/N, please tell me. I can’t just let you walk away.”

You push some hair that has fallen into his face away and you say, “Time, Adam. Give me time. I’m not walking away. I just need a few days or a few weeks to trust you again.”

He nods and looks down at his feet, tears still falling down his cheeks. The sight breaks your heart.

He loves and misses you, and he’d do anything to have you back in his life. You know he’d do anything to make it up to you.

After glancing at the clock above the stove, which says 1:28 am, you look back at Adam. You take his face in your hands and tilt his head up.

His wet cheeks and sad eyes make your heart hurt.

While his words have hurt you, your words are have hurt him too. You telling him you don’t trust him has hurt him. You telling him you can’t stay has hurt him.

In one movement, you bring your lips to his. You move them against his slowly, still unsure if you want to kiss him.

Adam kisses you back.

Sure that you want to kiss him, you wrap your arms around his neck. You hold him close to you and both your tears stop.

You always feel happiest when you’re with Adam. He’s the same way. That’s why you’ve both have stopped crying.

That’s when you realize that the tears won’t stop if you leave. If you leave, both you and Adam will be a mess. You know he’ll make it up to you eventually. You and Adam won’t survive a break from each other.

Adam pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. “I thought you didn’t want to kiss me unless you made a decision,” he says.

You peck his lips and say, “I’ve made the decision that I want you. At least one more time.”

That’s all Adam needs to hear before his lips are on yours again. He stumbles toward the stairs before the two of you stumble upstairs and into your room.

Once inside, you walk backward to the bed and pull off Adam’s shirt as he pulls off your hoodie. You’re not wearing anything beneath the hoodie so your upper body is completely exposed.

Adam notices this and attacks your breasts with kisses. You gasp and moan softly, taking Adam’s hair out of the ponytail it’s in.

He lifts you up, holding you by your thighs. You run your fingers through Adam’s long locks as he kisses and sucks on your breasts.

Adam lays you on the bed after pushing your unpacked clothes off of the mattress. You pull Adam’s lips up to yours and your lips crash to his. The kiss is rough from the start. As you kiss him, you kick your shoes off before reaching down and pulling off the pants Adam’s wearing.

Adam pulls off your leggings and moves down, kissing your thighs. You gasp as he trails closer to your core.

He looks up at you right before he gets to your clothed core. He’s looking for permission, so you nod. Adam pulls off your panties then immediately dives in. He runs his tongue through your folds and your core begins to ache. “Adam,” you sigh.

You feel Adam push two fingers inside of you, making you moan softly. You put your fingers in his hair and grasp gently. With every flick of his wrist, you moan louder. “Adam, fuck,” you sigh.

He puts your legs over his shoulders as he slips a third finger inside of you. You moan louder, throwing your head back against the bed.

Right as you’re being pulled to your orgasm, Adam pulls his fingers out. You pout and look at him. You watch as he pulls off his boxers. He says, “I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”

Adam hovers over you and you kiss him softly. You mumble, “Don’t hold back, Adam.”

He nods and kisses you back as he thrusts hard inside of you. You moan and put your hands on Adam’s back. He moves slowly but deeply into you.

As he moves, Adam buries his face in your neck. He kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin as he thrusts his hips hard. He’s so deep inside of you that his hips are flush against yours.

Your legs, which are wrapped around Adam’s waist, begin to shake as you are pulled to the edge. “Adam, baby,” you moan. “I’m close.”

He hums, “Me too.”

Adam laces his fingers with yours and he pins your hands to the bed above you head. He kisses you as he pushes you over the edge.

You moan his name and a bunch of profanities. You roll so you’re straddling Adam’s waist. You move and kneel beside Adam. You take his member in your hand, pumping him a few times before you take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around his tip and start to bob your head up and down. Adam holds your hair behind your head so it’s not in your face as you suck him off.

Adam groans softly as he pulls lightly on your hair. You moan softly and pull back, licking your lips as you crawl back onto Adam’s waist.

He bites his lip as you position his member outside of you and he asks, “You gonna ride me, baby?”

You smirk and say, “You know it.” You lower yourself onto Adam, sighing softly as he slips deeper into you.

You rock your hips, both you and Adam moaning softly as you move.

It does not take very long for you and Adam to reach your highs. You both come at the same time.

You help Adam ride out his high before you collapse on top of him. Your sweaty chests stick together as your messily makeout. Adam’s hands on your lower back as you kiss.

After a few minutes, both you and Adam get comfortable and ready to sleep. You lay cuddled up to Adam, your eyes closed.

Adam thinks you’re asleep after a few minutes and he whispers, “Please don’t go in the morning. I need you in my life, Y/N.”

You doze off a few seconds later.

***

Adam’s POV

I’m woken up by noises in the room. Before I open my eyes, I pat around the bed trying to find Y/N. My eyes fly open when I don’t feel her in bed with me.

She’s over at the closet. My shirt hangs loosely on her body and I can see a sliver of her underwear when she lifts her arms.

My heart breaks when I see this. She’s still packing to leave. I put my head in my hands and sigh.

“Oh, you’re up,” Y/N says.

I nod and say, “Yeah. I’m up.” My voice is monotone and has no emotion. She’s leaving and I did everything I could to convince her not to go.

I hear the box move and I look up. The box is a few feet away from her, and it’s open. I tilt my head up and see there’s nothing in the box. Y/N pulls a box over to her that’s full of clothes and she starts pulling clothes out.

My eyes widen and I say, “You’re unpacking.”

She nods and looks back at me. “I’m unpacking,” she says, smiling at me.

I rush out bed, still completely naked, and almost running over to Y/N. I hug her tight and tears start to fall down my face.

Y/N laughs and hugs me back. “Okay, Adam,” she says. “Calm down. You just almost tackled me.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, burying my face in her neck.

She pulls back from the hug and looks at me. She says, “Baby, don’t cry.” She wipes my tears away and I smile.

I say, “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I woke up and thought you were going to leave.”

Y/N says, “I’m not going anywhere, Adam. You’re stuck with me.” She holds up the right hand and she’s wearing the promise ring again.

I smile wide and kiss her. Y/N kisses me back and cups my face in her hands.

Two weeks ago, I thought I messed this up but she’s here, back in my arms. The past two weeks have not been the easiest. I’ve been a mess and I haven’t been able to hold myself up around the guys. Kyle, Roddy, and Bobby have all been worried about me since Y/N left.

Now they don’t have to worry about me and I can walk around the NXT locker room without behind haunted by the memories of Y/N.

I pull back from the kiss and say, “Now that we’ve kind of made up, can you come back to NXT? Please?”

She smiles and says, “I haven’t signed my Raw contract yet so technically, I haven’t left NXT. I’m sure Regal and Triple H would love to keep me on NXT.”

I smile and say, “I’ll make sure that Regal and Triple H keep you on NXT. I’ll just threaten to move myself and the boys to Raw with you.”

Y/N laughs and says, “That doesn’t sound that bad actually. Minus the traveling.”

I smile and say, “I’ll talk to them tomorrow because today, it’s all about you and making up for lost time from the past two weeks.”

Y/N realizes what I mean and she smirks. “Bring it on, Cole,” she says.

[hgamesfan]

So I Watched Season 2 of FM ...

So you don’t have to.

Okay - so this is probably going to be long because I have a lot of thoughts and you may not care but here goes.

I was curious to see what the second season of Josh’s show Future Man would turn out to be considering there was a lot of speculation while filming about Josh and whether he was even still employed on the show.  And after watching the second season, yes, Josh was still employed, but I am shocked at what the producers did to the show and specifically what they did to Josh, the character and the actor, because Josh was relegated to a background player for the majority of the season.

What happened?  How do you practically eliminate your star?  He is also a producer on the show - he had no say on his character story arc or complete lack of a story at all?  Keep reading for random observations.

So season one of FM was not terrible.  There was a clear story line.  Josh was the focus of the show.  The three leads had nice chemistry.  There were many moments that were funny and one episode was actually very good (the James Cameron house ep). 

If you look at season two of FM, Josh, who is the “star” of the show and plays the title character (Future Man or Futturman) is practically written out completely.  Of 13 episodes, Josh only factors in 5 eps - the first episode, a middle episode that has him playing opposite himself with many other Joshes and then the last three episodes (including the last one which was totally alien to the rest of the season and seemed to exist solely to ridicule and criticize Josh).

For the remainder of the 8 episodes, Josh either doesn’t appear at all in the ep or is relegated to being a background player or a literal punching bag who gets tortured by the other characters - punched, kicked, thrown in jail, etc.  The season seemed to exist solely to humiliate Josh.  Moreover, he appears so little in the episodes that much of his scenes could have been filmed all at once so he wouldn’t be needed on set very much (while filming, it seemed like they were filming out of sequence or filming more than one ep at the same time).

So Josh the character is shown to be weak and helpless.  Josh the actor is given nothing to do (Haley Joel Osment had more scenes and a much more meaty story than Josh who is suppose to be the star and lead of this show).

You don’t just eliminate the lead of your show. Josh is the only person with any real name recognition.  Yes, Seth Rogen is a producer and a big star but he’s not part of the story line until the last episode and I think that episode was an admonishment to not only Josh Futturman but to Josh Hutcherson in particular.

So why was Josh practically written out of his own show? Well there are a few possible reasons:

1. Josh no longer wanted to be a feature player? Josh is a producer on the show and I’d buy that he wanted to do more stuff behind the scenes but you don’t leave the country for weeks at a time while your show is filming if you really wanted to be a producer.  

2. The producers didn’t think Josh was very good and decided to minimize his involvement.  That’s possible but Josh the character provides the audience perspective needed to ground the series amidst the crazy time travel crap. You keep the character front and center no matter how shaky the performance may be.  And honestly, Josh wasn’t bad.  He wasn’t the best comedic actor but he was endearing and you rooted for him.

3. Josh’s behind the scenes actions made him a distraction on set and angered the producers and crew so they tried to eliminate the negative presence,  Now, I know that’s a pretty serious accusation and Josh had always been a professional and well-like and respected by his colleagues but I think this reason may be closer to the truth than we all would like to admit which brings me to the last episode of the season.

The last episode of the season has little to do with the rest of the story line.  The story was wrapped up in episode 12. Episode 13 is Seth Rogen, the executive producer of the show, showing up as some kind of overlord who will judge Josh, Tiger and Wolf for screwing up the future and resulting in a hellish existence.  If you watch the episode though, Seth mostly focuses on Josh and everything he did wrong.  Dialogue includes:

- “No one in human history has caused more suffering than Josh.” 

- “Tell the world the truth about Josh, and you get to go free.”

- “He is beyond redemption”.

- (To Josh when he defends his friends) “Friends? They only use and abuse you.  On a good day they barely tolerate you.”

It was weirdly focused on why Josh was to blame for everything bad.  They don’t really focus on the other characters.  And then the end of the episode has the characters entering a Hunger Games-like fight to the death and Seth morphs into a Caesar Flickerman- type of host.  The producers hinted at Josh’s most famous role in an episode where they go on and on for an hour why Josh is the reason for everything bad happening.

So I know - this last part of this post is a bit out there but there was a lot of funkiness behind the scenes that makes me think Josh and FM producers were not happy with each other.

Of course there was Josh allowing his “angel” to show up on set and having hissy fits and needing to be escorted off set.

https://hgamesfan.tumblr.com/post/160226592297/futturman-i-try-to-keep-this-blog-opinion-free

There was Seth Rogen posting shady tweets after Josh posted his “angel” on his IG and Seth promptly unfollowing Josh.

(Freddie Prinze Jr. sued Josh’s manager for malpractice and fraud.)

Cast and crew members liking posts saying Josh the actor was turning into his awful alter ego Joosh.  

And then there has been Josh’s actions. It’s like Josh is trying to sabotage his own show.  Josh posted Claudia on his IG and then got into an argument with fans a few hours before the season two renewal was announced.  He pissed off his core fan base ON THE DAY HIS SHOW WAS GOING TO BE RENEWED SO NO ONE WAS IN THE MOOD TO CELEBRATE.

Before this, Josh erased almost all of his FM pictures from his IG.  He did not do anything to promote the season while it was filming like he had in season one.  Josh was very visible in Spain showing everyone he wasn’t involved in filming which caused a lot of confusion among the people that producers were relying on to promote the show.  

And then when Josh was the only person promoting season two, Josh pushed the one thing that angers his fans - his endless promotion of his talentless girlfriend and how he lives in Spain now in his new apartment.  Even if this is true, he didn’t have to push it.  You don’t alienate your core fan base and that’s what Josh has been doing all year leaving no one to promote the show he was basically pushed out of.

And don’t get me started on that weird plot device where Tiger starts talking with a Spanish lisp and how much she hates it and is so relieved when it goes away (Metaphor much?)

So this is my long-ass pointless analysis of a stupid show.  Josh and FM hate each other and Josh sabotaged the show that made him into the butt of embarrassing jokes.  

Thanks for listening to my rant.

[g3ncyho3]

Lmao this was inspired by @theunchained-melody anti gency one shot. I apologize in advance for my terrible writing.

“Gency content? On my dash?!” The anti screeched. They dislodged themselves from their perch and began to pace back and forth. Nostrils were flared, brows were down and drawn together, and foam dripped from their mouth. One would think that their appearance resembled that of a troll.

The anti looked at the screen and their upper lip started to curl up as if they smelled something bad like their personality. One of my mutuals was the one responsible for this treachery? The anti thought to themselves. The only logical resolution for this is to unfollow and block them. Yes, that’s something intellectual like myself would do.

And so, the anti unfollowed and blocked their mutual and all was right in the world once again. However, the anti couldn’t shake this high sodium feeling that started to commence. Who could be behind this influx of Gency shipperdom? The anti thought. They tapped their long fingernail on their chin until the answer hit them like a ton of bricks.

“Micheal Chu...” The anti snarled. “I know he’s behind this, I can feel it in my bones. He and his seven alternate Twitter accounts are pushing this Gency agenda!” With a shaky hand, the anti filled their mug with grade A Gency tears ($100 per bottle) and took a sip. “He’s trying to make this boring, heterosexual ship canon. Doesn’t he know that my ship is more popular and by extension vastly more superior?! Only eight white and straight people ship this for fucks sakes!”

“So what if Gency got a full page panel in the comic?” The anti said with a laugh. “So what if Gency got the chocolate voice lines, matching skins, voice lines in game that show their concern and appreciation for one another, and their VAs support it? It means nothing! Surely, Our Lord and Savior Jeff Kaplan will put a stop to Chu’s attempts and make him see the light, the light of which that is my OTP.”

The anti yawned. Being filled with high levels of salt makes one really tried. They shuttled themselves off to bed and wrapped Anti Gency covers over their body and drift into sleep with thoughts of Gency not becoming canon. The end.

[masked-miracle]

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill? ⚜ How many people do you not like? ☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

- under readmore bc answers get kinda long (and ranty) ;v;

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

A h boy, this one’s super specific; I used to do a lot of those random encounter  rps on things like shamchat (a bit like omegle but specifically for rp, I have since stopped bc yikes), and I’d get someone all romancey from time to time. I’m aromantic as heck and not good at writing romance so nothing ever really came out of those interactions. Once someone had a whole post-breakup prompt setup, and I just kinda went along with it. I was writing for this muse who I’ve projected a lOT onto, one of my first, and he is as terrible with romance as I am.

But the other person’s muse (and the NPCs they were writing) seemed to be set on letting mine know that ‘not returning feelings is not okay’, and all that ‘I won’t ever be okay unless you love me’ stuff, and hoo boy this was kind of upsetting for a young writer trying to work out the whole emotional handbook of life. Their muse wouldn’t listen to mine and I think I kinda cried. I sought validation through rp and boy did I sure not get it.

I’ve also learned that sitting through a shaky thread in hopes of it getting better is n ot a good idea, no matter how optimistic it sounds.

I h ope this counts as losing my chill bc I’m not good at being mad at things rip

⚜ How many people do you not like?

There’s a handful of blogs out there I wouldn’t ever try to reach or talk to again for a handful of reasons. I guess I don’t like them, but I don’t actively dislike them, y’know? I don’t like them but they can go off and do their own thing. I guess I should be glad that number’s not very big and I haven’t found a reason to be deeply upset with anyone eheh.

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

R ip ok so like - there was a Big Debate™ that started a couple years ago (and is likely still ongoing) about whether or not using a select group of characters was okay. Not gonna go into detail because hot damn that was one big mess and I’m v ery afraid to rock the boat. But like. In the context of an ambiguous argument, I won’t follow people who aggressively pick a side and decided to be hostile towards the other side. Or attacking people or groups in general. Just like. We’re all just here to rp and make friends y’all, don’t go out of your way just to make someone’s day worse.

In other words just be respectful and we’re ok

[littlegranite]

1-10!!!

oh boy!!!!! this will be a little long because I ramble about my life a lot. so it’s going undercut

Who hurt you the most? ohhhh hmmmmm I mean... right now, its my most recent ex. Because like my confidence and my ability to build relationships/trust new people is just complete shattered. Like looking back at it, she was just a bad gf and I’m glad I’m not with her anymore... But I think about what went down at the end and it still makes me sick, what she did. But also, I dated this guy in high school who was emotionally/sexually abusive/manipulative to me. And that was so taxing. It was truly the darkest and most panicky my life got. And it still effects me occasionally today. It really sucks. But thankfully, each day I get further and further from it.

Who have you hurt the most? hmmmm this is tough, I don’t know! The times that I was really hurt, it was generally because the other person just didn’t care. So they’re probably not hurt. But I really don’t know. Maybe my recent ex, because she’s now unfollowed and blocked me on everything even though she was the one who wanted to be friends lol. I mean I guess I’ve been talking online about how hurt I’ve been and dealing with this grief and trauma, so she probably got tired of hearing that lmao. Imagine you hurt someone and then get shocked when they’re like “wow I’m kinda hurt” 

Who do you miss the most? oh god. hmm everyone? I always feel really emo and nostalgic for old best friends. Back in the old glory days of tumblr I was best friends with someone on here, who totally “dumped” me. We had a shaky friendship and probably became friends at a bad point in both of our lives. But I miss her because we had so much in common and she helped me at a very bad part of my life, so I really grasped to that friendship. I also really miss my family in England because I love them. 

Who do you want out of your life the most? who??? what does this mean. I want someone who Gets me, who is easy to be with, and is literally my best friend. I want someone who I can be myself and be comfortable with without any concern. I really thirst for the domestic independent life. I want a full-time permanent adult job, my own apartment. I want to live in a city and be happy and content. And I want someone to share all the little good things in life and to support and encourage each other. 

Who had the biggest positive impact on you? this is so vague. I have been best friends with a few irl friends since like middle school/elementary school and they’re like sisters to me now. So they have had such a huge impact on me, just because they have stuck with me even as I was growing and during some of my awful periods. Also my best friend Suze who has also just been with me for so long now, and literally puts up with my weird bullshit all the time, and she’s an outlet for a lot of my thoughts. And she’s just so nice to talk to. hmm I’m probably forgetting some important people, but they are the ones that stand out the most.

Who had the biggest negative impact on you? Hmm probably that ex-bf from high school that fked my brainhole. That was awful. hmmm The tumblr friend who left me, made me super heartbroken for a long time. hmmm and I guess that recent break up. But I think that’s something that will be easy to get over and move on from. I already am. 

Who do you wish you could be honest with? Hmm I don’t think ‘honest’ is a big issue for me. I really hate lying. But I’m really reserved and hold myself back a lot in general, because I’m scared of people hating me or hurting other people. So I with I could just be more open and not be so held back. I wish I could just tell someone “hey you’re really pretty!” when I think it. Or I wish I could tell my boss “I’m loving this stuff!” when I think it. Or just put out my thoughts and ideas without being scared.

Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards? hooollllyyy shit. lemme tell you. I’ve already talked about it a lot, but here we go. I have such a crush on my ballet teacher, Lindsey. Like literally from Day 1 I was a total goner. And I couldn’t even really tell you what it is, but she’s just So Nice and has such a good personality, and she is so encouraging. omg she gave us this little pep talk this week and it ended with her calling me out and saying how much I’ve improved with confidence. and I was like the sunshine emoji. But yeah, it’s crazy, because whenever homophobia hits me and I start questioning my lesbianism, I just think about how pure and natural my attraction to her is and it makes me feel more secure. Like I would do so many things with her, you have no idea. tbh though, the sad part of this story is that she’s married with kids, so fuck me up the butt I guess!

Who would the world be better off without? Probably Tr**p? I mean I don’t think I have the power and dignity to chose someone’s death at all. Death is such a serious and permanent thing, and I don’t think I should make the choice to end someone’s life, no matter how terrible they are. But the world would definitely be a whole lot better if T**mp was just.... somewhere else.

Who do you wish you’d treated differently? Oh my ex tumblr friend. We weren’t the best to each other. So it was a little fked. But I wish things were different. hmmm I guess this is all little things. Like I wish I was more clearer with a person here and said nicer reassuring things to a person there. But we are all human and we can’t be perfect all the time. We mess up. So I think you just gotta move on and hope that people don’t get as caught up on your mistakes like you do. I mean... if you think about it, there were times where other people said the wrong things to me or fumbled their words or tripped up around me, but I do that stuff all the time!!! so I forgive them and assume the best of them. And generally forget it happened anyways. so I gotta assume that other people do the same for me.