#can someone be my josh futturman

[joshhutchersonseggsalad]

serious talk. real shit, how the FUQ. are yall finding whole ass partners on the internet!!??? a handful of my friends are finding their lovers online, even somehow from REDDIT!! especially ppl in the same fandoms as them like DEADASS ik its not good to obv LOOK for love and to let it come find u but it baffles me how u guys just accidentally bump into someone who is basically ur other half and ur soulmate and makes u believe in true love..just by liking the same fuckin actor or show😭😭😭

[futturmangamez]

Only asking because someone tried to use this as a roast against me😤😤😡 Maybe it's not even a bad thing! It can happen..😶not confirming anything though.

[janitorhutcherson]

i just read ur bf josh futturman headcannons and they were so good omg 🤭 u think u can write more? there’s barely anything for him and i just need to read more of my loser bf 😓

YESS OFC!!

here are some quick ones until i write better ones up later!! i love futturman i plan on writing a whole series for him lol.

bf!futturman would most def do like, everything for you. he’d treat you so well to the point that you’d get frustrated with him, finding him doing small miscellaneous things you can do by yourself. rather it was hanging your fresh laundry for you, hanging your towel up for you, or even bending down to quickly tie your shoes before you could, he was at your service.

bf!futturman is also extremely insecure sometimes. he can’t fathom that someone like you could love him as much as you do, let alone want to be with him forever. his toxic trait is that he gets jealous really easily, so sometimes he’d go snooping through your stuff….. but then would guiltily admit it all to you. he never means any harm, instinct takes over.

bf!futturman is a cuddler. at night, he is all up in your space. you do not get even an inch of personal space. he’d either be tucked up behind you, spooning you in his arms or he’s the one curled up, not minding being held as you play with his hair. he’s a sweet man who is sensitive, he just likes how connected he feels. he also loves skin to skin, loves to feel your body against his, and not even in a sexual way.

bf!futturman is bad with words but tries his best to get better. at first, actual genuine emotion scares the shit out of him. he’s awful at expressing his love verbally and typically opts to do small acts for you. as your relationship grew, however, he became better and better about it. he felt safer and more comfortable. he was able to let his guard down, words he thought he’d never understand the meaning to beginning to flow from his mouth on occasion, his brain in absolute awe of the way your eyes lit up as he spoke, your cheeks turning bright red as he’d talk about the way you sway your hips or the way your eyes sparkle. he loved making you feel good.

[sleepyhutcherson]

futturman comforting you headcannons

masterlist | requested by @futturmansgf (babe im sorry this is so late xx hope you enjoy!)

pairing: josh futturman x gn!reader

tags: comfort, fluff, angst, established relationship, best friends to lovers but it’s not really mentioned, mention of family issues (nothing specific stated), use of y/n.

author’s note: finally getting back to focusing on my requests! this is so rushed and not my best work for sure but i still hope it’s enjoyable <3 also not edited so excuse any mistakes!

First off, I 100% believe Josh is the type of boyfriend to tell you to call him whenever you need him—and he empathises how it could be three in the morning and if you call him he will pick up!

He’ll probably be up gaming, playing either Biotic Wars or something.

It doesn’t matter how into his game he is, the moment he sees your contact appear on his screen, he puts his controller down, mumbling a quick “hold on” to whoever he’s playing with before muting his mic.

“Hey, Y/N,” he’ll say through the line, his voice gentle. The moment he hears you sniffle and the sadness in your tone, his heart breaks. “Is everything okay, love?” He asks out of concern.

He picks up your call, you didn’t often call him this late so this must’ve been important. “Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?” He asks through the line, his voice gentle. He hears you sniffle and he can tell something is wrong (also because it’s not everyday that you call him this late.)

He listens to you explain what occurred, and before you can get too in detail he asks you if he can come over.

He listens to a brief explanation of what happened, you want to say more but you’re so overwhelmed with everything, and you’re partially scared you’re bothering him.

Josh knows you through and through, he has since you two were really young. So, he can sense you’re struggling and that you clearly want to say more so he doesn’t hesitate to ask you what he wants to, immediately blurting it out once you’re done speaking.

“What?” You ask, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“Can I come over?” He repeats, his tone gentle. You don’t know why but it surprises you—it surprises you that someone is willing to drive late at night just to hear you ramble about your problems.

You’re quite, no answer leaving your lips so quickly Josh says, “you—I don’t have to, er, if you—you don’t want me to but…” he trails off.

Truth is, he wants to hold you. He wants to be there for you physically if he can. If you’ll allow him to.

If you want, he’ll listen to you over the phone of course but he prefers to be there with you.

“Josh, it’s three in the morning…” you respond. This is not you saying no, though, you’re just still unsure if he wants to actually come over.

You hear him let out a soft chuckle. “I know, Y/N/N, but I really don’t mind. You clearly need someone right now.”

You agree and both of you hang up, Josh not even bothering to tell his friends (who were still on the game) bye, simply leaving the game.

Yes, Josh Futturman is the type of boyfriend to drive down to your house even if it’s three in the morning.

He doesn’t show up empty handed either, probably stops at some ‘open 24 hours’ shop to grab you some of your favourite snacks.

The moment you open the door, he moves forward to hug you. You were still crying, a little less but he could see your teary eyes and your stained cheeks.

With that, you both get cosy on the sofa in your living room, Josh patting his lap for you to lay your head so he can play with your hair while you tell him about your issues.

He listens the whole time, he doesn’t talk until your done.

He honestly can’t imagine what you’re going through, how your family has the capability to treat you like that. It pains him that you’re being treated so poorly by them.

He plants soft kisses on your head whenever you start crying, wiping your tears away.

When you’re done, he cups your face in his hands, gently wiping your tears away with his thumb. He looks into his eyes, his own glossy with probably tears. “I’m so sorry, love,” he frowns. He hates seeing you like this. He especially hates that your family’s causing this. “I know you’re struggling, I know I can’t take your pain away but I want you to know that you’re, like, the most important person to me. It might not mean much but I love you and I’m sorry your family hasn’t shown you that love but you are loved by me, okay?”

He always knows what to say in these situations.

He knows how to make you feel loved even in moments like these.

He peppers kisses over you face, even your tear stained cheeks, whispering “I love you”’s between each kiss.

Lastly, he’ll land at your lips, kissing you so softly and lovingly. He takes a moment between the kiss to tell you how perfect you are which makes you smile softly.

Your snacks that he brought over go ignored for now, Josh holding you in his arms until you fall asleep, finally at ease.

[futterurl]

Hii do you do angsty smut? I’m craving angst & smut for Josh futturman . Love your first work here btw ❤️

tysm anon i fucking LOVE angst and smut mixed. literally two in one combo. i got u :b apologies if this wasnt what u were looking for!!

WARNINGS: angst, bleeding, pretty graphic, smut (mdni!), oral(f!receiving), p in v, creampie, afab reader

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you clutched your side, agony hitting every inch of your body. getting shot in your side wasn’t how you thought this mission was gonna go.

it was supposed to be simple: have everyone eat the Kronish balls, save the day, yada-yada. in and out. that wasn’t the case, however, when everyone who wasn’t borderline poisoned by the kronish balls turned out to be bionic.

josh wasn’t looking behind himself, not seeing a bionic creeping up to him at a quick pace with a knife in hand. you ran as fast as you could, trying to tell him to watch out.

you pushed josh out of the way, causing the bionic to stab you right in the side. the pain hit immediately, agonizing pain. you doubled over, wanting to remove the piece of steel. you knew this would only make it worse. you had to keep it in, at least until you were able to get somewhere safe.

“shit.” tiger panicked, seeing you on the ground, clutching your torso for dear life. you looked up at her with weak eyes, coughing up spurts of blood.

“gotta. got’ get help.” you tried to speak as hard as you could without exerting too much effort. she was able to pick you up and avoid the bionics, which wolf was going crazy with.

“guys! abort the mission. s’ in critical condition!” tiger yelled at josh and wolf, seeing their expressions drop as they saw her holding you, borderline limp in her arms. as they fended off the last of the bionics, they raced over to see you, crying and tired.

“fuck, fuck, this is my fault, fuck.” josh started talking at 100 miles an hour.

“this is nobody’s fault. someone get a goddamn car and bring us home.” wolf yelled. they all raced over to the car they took, tiger slamming on the gas the second you all piled in, josh now gently bringing you into the back.

“fuck, hurts s’ bad, fuck.” you grit through your teeth, hand bloody from holding onto your side. josh had propped you up against the car window. he kept his hand right on top of yours, whispering endless strands of “i’m sorry” and “this is my fault” through tears. this was the last thing he wanted to do, especially to the girl he loved, even if she didn’t know.

you were so selfless, you took a fucking knife to the torso for him. he owed you his fucking life, if you were okay after this, that is. he was gonna make sure you were okay. he clung onto your other hand and held onto it for dear life.

in just minutes, tiger was stopping the car in front of josh’s house. josh took you into his arms, racing up to his room, flat out ignoring his parents.

he laid you onto his bed, propping you up high with a good amount of pillows.

“i have a first aid kit in my bathroom. go get it. it’s in the cabinet.” he yelled at tiger and wolf. he couldn’t stay one second away from you. not like this.

wolf ran to get it, coming back in mere seconds. he had a wet rag. “we gotta take the knife out and put this over it immediately.” he panted.

“take my hand. this might hurt.” josh offered, holding out his hand to you, which you took into yours with ease.

“one, two, three”

tiger removed the knife, to which wolf covered you with the wet rag. you screamed and wailed as you crushed josh’s hand with yours. you had never experienced that amount of pain in your entire life.

“the worst is over. you did it.” tiger tried to ease your worries, offering you painkillers in the first aid kit wolf had brought.

“fuck. still hurts s’ fucking bad, fuck.” you silently cried. this felt like torture. you felt like you were going to puke.

“can you guys give us some privacy please? sorry, she’s overwhelmed and i know how to help her.” josh said, looking at tiger and wolf. “can you guys go talk to my parents? tell them we’re all good?”

they got the signal. they quickly left and shut the door behind them.

josh looked at you. “fuck, i’m so sorry. this is all my fault. i didn’t want you to get hurt like this, i’m so sorry…” he started to tear up.

you caressed his face. “it’s okay, josh. it wasn’t your fault, nothing you could’ve done. i’m still alive, aren’t i?”

“i know, but it shouldn’t be you with the fucking knife in your side.” he replied. he was really worried about you, his heart racing. he didn’t want you to be hurt. at all. he’d gladly take a knife for you for this to be overwith. for you to not be in any more pain.

“it’s okay, really. i jumped in.” you yawned, starting to get tired.

“okay, okay.” he wasn’t gonna argue with you anymore. “is there anything i can do for you?”

you squeezed his hand. “go to sleep with me for awhile?” you asked in a hushed tone.

nothing would’ve made him happier. he couldn’t be away from you, not now, not ever. he wanted to make sure that you’d be safe. with him. in his arms.

“of course. i..i’ll stay here with you. as long as you need.” he took a few pillows from under you, letting you lay down, he laying down next to you. you cuddled up to him a bit, making him blush. thank god the light was dimmed low.

“thank you…” you drifted off as you muttered those words. josh looked down at you, watching you fall into a deep sleep. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. even after dying, you still looked so fucking perfect. how?

why would you take a knife for me? he asked himself, over and over. i hate seeing you like this.

the last thing he wanted to do was to see you in pain, and now he saw you in pure agony, on his behalf. he felt lime such a shitty person. the least he could do is lay with you.

he wouldn’t admit that was what he secretly wanted all along. he caressed your cheek before laying his head down, joining you in a peaceful slumber.

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you spent the next couple days attached to josh like you two were conjoined at the hip. he was constantly there for your every need, whether that be for water, food, painkillers, anything.

you were healing up nicely. sure, you were still in pain, but it was significantly less than what it originally was. having josh by your side helped a lot.

you two were laying in his bed, when the painkillers sort of wore off. you winced.

“you okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“yeah, just hurts a bit.” you responded.

“you need anything? i can get it.” he offered.

“no, josh, really, it’s fine.” josh had been there for you at your every need, you were starting to feel bad. it felt like he was being a servant for you.

“i don’t want you to be in pain though.” he looked lost in thought. it looked like he wanted to say something.

“is there something on your mind, josh?” you asked.

“uh..uh, kind of. you ever have something on your mind but you don’t wanna say it because you don’t know if it’ll ruin something but you really don’t know what reaction you’ll get-” he started to talk faster and faster as he talked more and more.

“josh, we’ve known each other for what, how many years? we’ve talked about anything and everything. you can talk to me.” you propped yourself up to look at him.

he looked nervous. well, he always looked nervous. this time, however, he looked super nervous. something was on his mind.

"i was just gonna say, um, that, uh, i know a way to make you feel better...but, uh, it's kinda weird...yeah." he started stammering over his words.

"what is it, josh?" you asked. did he just bite his lip?

"i...i could make you...y'know..." he looked from your face down to your body, back up to you.

"make me what?" your heart started beating ever so slightly faster. might he be alluding to...?

"i...i could make you...make you cum. i know it's not a painkiller or anything, but it might take your mind off stuff. it's stupid, i..i should stop talking now. i shouldn't have said that. it's stupid. i'm sorry-"

you cut him off by putting your hand gently under his jaw and kissing him passionately. you started to grasp at his hair, holding it in fistfulls.

once your lips disconnected, you started breathing heavily. "josh, i'd love that. please. really." you never thought he'd ever ask you to do anything like this.

"really? am i dreaming?" he asked, rubbing your forearm gently.

"no. please, josh. make me feel good." you pleaded. now that the idea was out there, you were dead set on this. you didn't want anyone but him.

he got on top of you, starting to kiss your lips, your cheeks, your jawline, your neck. everything. it felt perfect. you could already feel your focus on your pain being subsided to this.

he lowered himself, settling in between your thighs, rubbing your hips. he held the ends of your shirt.

"can...can i see how it's doing first? just to check? don't wanna make it worse." he played with the hem of your shirt.

"yeah, yes. do it." you responded.

he lifted up your shirt to your ribcages, examining your bandages. it still looked pretty nasty, but it had certainly healed a lot since a few days ago.

"fuck...i'm still so, so sorry. i really am." he started to get a bit teary eyed while tenderly rubbing the skin by your bandages, careful to not get too close to where it would hurt.

"josh, really, it's okay. it happens. please. i don't want you to feel bad about this. it really is okay." you scratched at his hair.

"okay, okay...m'sorry. lemme make it up to you." he pressed a kiss to your stomach as he unzipped your shorts. he pulled them down slowly, not wanting to make your body jolt or be in any more pain that it was already in. he lost his breath, looking at you in just your shirt and panties. he still couldn't believe it.

"you...you okay?" you asked.

"y-yeah. i'm great. just...can't believe this is happening. you're so beautiful." he lay his head on one of your thighs, giving it a light kiss. that made you shudder. you didn't realize your thighs were that sensitive.

"thank you, thank you..." you started to mumble, becoming a bit nervous.

josh sensed your nerves. "you know, you don't have to let me do this, if you don't want me to. i know it's very up and personal."

"no, i really do, it's just...i'm just...nervous, is all. just...go slow please." you asked.

he played with the hems of your panties. "don't worry, i'll go as slow as you need." he pressed a kiss to your hip bones. "would you...would you mind if i took these off?"

"please. take them off." you were starting to get desperate.

he slowly eased them down your legs, getting a glimpse of your glistening pussy. he felt his eyes widen.

"can i...can i make you feel good?" he asked, pressing a kiss on your pubic bone.

"please, josh. want you to make me feel good so badly." you were practically begging at this point.

he lowered his head just a bit, propping himself truly inbetween your thighs, licking a stripe up your slit. you shuddered, new to the sensation. it felt weird, but in a good way.

"that feel okay?" he asked.

"yes, josh, for the love of god, please...more." you begged.

his tongue rested on your clit, rubbing it with the wet muscle. this sent shivers down your spine. it rubbed back and forth on the tiny area. you let out a moan, back starting to arch off the bed.

"shit...feels s'good josh, oh my god." you moaned, him drinking up your moans.

his lips attached themselves around your clit and just sucked. this sent all sorts of waves of pleasure through you. you pulled at his hair as he sucked at your clit. he ran his tongue in circles around the sensitive bud. had he ever done this before?

his tongue ran down your cunt, entering your tight hole with a moan from you. his thumb snuck up to your clit, not giving it a break as he rubbed tight circles around it.

"feels t' good, holy shit..." you were becoming putty in his hands as he tongue fucked you.

"you taste s' fucking good." he moaned into your pussy as his thumb became even faster around your clit, using your slick as lube. "love every part of you, fuck."

it didn't help that he was practically groaning into your cunt as he went down on you, letting out little whimpers and moans into you.

he heard you start to get louder and louder. he knew you were getting close to your release. his head went back up to your clit, giving it even more stimulation.

"josh...so close, oh my god..." your hips were starting to slightly buck up into his mouth.

"i know, pretty girl, not gonna stop until you cum down my fucking throat." he pleaded, urging you as he sopped at your clit, constantly hitting the bundle of nerves. your thighs got tighter around his head.

"i...oh my god...i think i'm gonna..." you started to pant hard, getting lost in the pleasure.

"c'mon. let it out. cum in my mouth. please. make me happy and cum on me. wanna make you feel so fucking good." he said in between licks.

one of them in particular make the tight band forming in your stomach snap, you finally getting that sweet, sweet release as you moan incoherent babbles to josh, as his tongue slowly eased at your cunt.

once you came down from your high, he started to rub little circles around your hips again. "you okay?" he asked.

"fuck...that was really fucking good, josh. oh my god." you panted as he peppered your stomach in kisses.

"good, m' glad." he rubbed the skin close to your bandage. "did i do anything to make it hurt any more?" he asked, worry etching on his eyebrows.

"no, it's all fine...i feel really good right now." you looked down at him, his face a mess of saliva and your slick. that was hot.

"good." he came up a little bit, you getting a peak at his erection standing through his pants.

"do you...do you want me to take care of that?" you asked, alluding to something more.

he caught his breath. "uh..are-are you sure? i know you just...y'know. you sure you want to?"

"please, josh. i want you to fuck me." you had never felt so desperate than you did right now. you needed him.

"i don't know if this is gonna hurt you. if it does, tell me and we're done." he said, getting out of his pants, his erection standing up in his boxers. your eyes widened. you couldn't believe he was going to be inside you.

"thank you josh, i will." you pulled him in to a kiss, your hand traveling down to his boxers, lightly gripping at his clothed cock. he let out a whimper.

"that feel good?" you asked.

"yes, fuck yes that felt good. but this is about you, not me. gonna make you feel good again. promise." he pulled away as he swiped down his boxers, freeing his girthy erection.

he positioned himself, sitting up on his knees, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder, alligning his cock with your dripping cunt. he ran his tip over your clit, you both shuddering.

"i..i'm gonna put it in now, okay?" he asked for permission, hands gently holding onto your hips, careful not to hurt you with the pressure. "i'll go slow, i promise."

"please." you whimpered.

he pressed it at your entrance, his tip slowly going inside you. he let out a shudder as he traced his thumbs back and forth on your thighs, trying to ease your nerves.

"fuck, oh my god. only have the tip in but it feels s' fucking good. you're so tight. fuck." he started to become a whimpering mess.

he slowly pushed his hips forward, entering you even more, at such a slow pace to make sure you weren't in any pain. sure, you had done this before, you told him, but it had been some time since. the last thing he wanted to do was make you hurt down there too.

"put the rest in josh, please." you whimpered.

he obliged, slowly bottoming out. all the sensations hit him at once: your tight, sopping cunt squeezing his cock. he knew he wouldn't last long.

"god, you're so tight, holy shit, feels so fucking good." he wailed, praising you as he caressed your hips. "you good?"

you nodded. you felt so full, it felt amazing. he looked at you with care and concern, like you were the only person in the world right then. it was perfect. he was doing all this for you.

"please start moving. feels good." you pleaded.

he nodded furiously, taking an experimental thrust into you, to which you both moaned out to. he was constantly letting out strings of "oh god" and "fuck" into the room as he started to grip your thigh.

he started to get into a motion, him pistoning in and out of you at a quick pace. your tight gummy walls pulled him in with every thrust, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

"oh my god, you feel so good. love this pussy so much, holy shit." he was practically worshipping you at this point as his hips drove into yours, you letting out moans in response.

one of his hands found itself at your cunt, his thumb starting to bully your clit in tight circles, you letting out a loud moan in response.

"josh, getting close, oh my god. fuck!" you pleaded for him. his thumb around your clit started to move even faster as his hips drove into you, hitting every spot.

"gonna cum soon, please cum with me." he pleaded in between moans, hips moving even faster. you broke down into a moaning mess as you felt another orgasm coming.

"you're so hot, holy shit. wanna fuck you like this forever. wanna get lost in this pussy. please. want you to come on my cock over and over again. shit." he let out rambles as he started to reach his peak.

these words let you to your second orgasm, your cunt becoming even tighter around his cock as you moaned as loud as possible, yelling his name. your cunt squeezing him made him come undone, cumming inside you.

he kept thrusting into you, riding out both of your highs, until you came down. he put your leg down, him slowly pulling out and laying down on you, being careful to not lay down on your bandage.

"that...that felt so good josh, oh my god." you started to play with his hair and rubbing his back.

"good. m' glad. i really wanted to make you feel good." his head lay on one of your breasts, paying attention to your breathing pattern.

"you..you really helped. i feel really good right now. thank you." you squeezed him into a hug.

he put one of his arms around you, enjoying the warmth of your body. "i'll always be here for you, i owe it to you. i'll stick bt your side, no matter what.

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a/n: womp womp sry if that was kinda mid (im a loser if u couldnt tell)

[joshs-big-toe]

do you write fics? i NEED someone to write more josh futterman fics. but like where’s he’s subby yk? i just need that man so bad 😭😭

im not great at writing, but i have been WAITING for a request to write a fic! i am not used to writing in second person so if there's an accidental "i said" or something along those lines forgive me!

cw: josh futturman, sub-josh, fem!reader, p in v, oral sex, descriptive smut, fluff in the end

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"josh!" you called from down the stairs, not getting a response from him. grumbling, you stomp up the stairs, cursing to yourself under your breath. the dumbass was addicted to this video game called Biotic Wars. at least you think that's the name of the game. it frustrated you. it felt like you haven't had a friend in months because of his obsession with this game. finally, your foot hit the top step of the second floor. "josh?" you called out again, not as loudly. you listened, hearing a soft groan come from behind his door. you hesitantly walk toward his bedroom door, stopping to listen for a moment.

"oh, shit, y/n..." you hear him whine on the other side of the door. you gasp and cover your mouth, surprised by the sudden mention of your name. slowly, you crack your door open slightly. you can't see much, but you can see his shoulder shaking and his jeans down around his ankles. your eyes widen as you feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as well as a heat pooling between your legs.

"j-josh..." you stutter out while opening the door wider, catching a glimpse of him stroking his dick in a quick manner before his head shot toward you, panic settling into his eyes.

"s-shit!" josh jumped out of his gaming chain, causing it to roll away from him. he reached down, fumbling with his jeans and boxers, trying to pull them up quickly. he tripped, causing him to tumble onto his shelf, falling and knocking it off the wall, causing a loud crash to echo in the room. you watched the chaos unfold in front of you, holding in a laugh. "what," he paused to clear his throat. "what are you doing here?" josh stood up, turning to look at the mess of broken shelf and objects laying on the floor. his hair was messy, falling into his eyes. defeated, he turned back to look at you, his dark eyes looking nervous, chest heaving as he was trying to catch his breath.

"we um, we agreed to hang out today, remember?" a clear flush of pink was dusting my cheeks.

"is it 4:00 already?" he asked, walking over to his desk and looking at the time on his phone. he let a groan and ran his hand down his face. "im sorry," he said, barely in a whisper. you were unsure what to say at this point. you had liked josh for years, but he had never shown interest in you, but god forbid you say anything in the risk that he would actually like you back.

"don't be," you whispered back. he met your gaze, confusion filling his eyes.

"what?"

"i said don't be," you gave him a soft smile. he smiled back softly, walking over and sitting on his bed. you followed, sitting next to him, letting your knees brush against each other.

"how much did you hear?"

"i heard you say my name, but i didn't see much," you said in a very confident and teasing manner. he was looking down at his hands, his face a nice shade of crimson. "what's wrong?" you tease, moving your hand under his chin to make him meet your gaze.

"n-nothing..." he stuttered out. "i just, um," he couldn't get the words out. without thinking, you leaned forward, your lips pressing against his. you heard a small gasp escape josh, but you felt him immediately melt into the kiss. you felt his hand rest on your thigh as he tried to move closer to you. you felt his mouth gap slightly, giving you a chance to slide your tongue in, letting them dance around each other. your hands made their way up into his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, tugging on it slightly. with that, he let out a guttural groan. "fuck," he breathed onto your lips.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted this," you mumble, adjusting your body to straddle his lap, feeling his cock rubbing on your heat. you began grinding on him softly, making him throw his head back in a stifled moan.

"m-me too," he whined out, grabbing at your ass trying to push you against him harder.

you reach down, grabbing his wrists and making him stop. "no, and be quiet." he looked up at you, a flash of desperation in his eyes. he quickly nodded.

"okay..." he whispered. you got up off of him, pointing at the bed, signaling at him to scoot up and lay down. he immediately did so, you following him to straddle him again, grinding against his confined dick. he bit his lower lip, watching you carefully trying to stifle the whines that were escaping his lips. "please," he whimpered out. you slipped off your shirt, the cold air causing goosebumps to form on your skin. josh bit his lips, eyes hungrily searching your body. you kissed his neck as you worked on the button of his jeans. you trailed kisses down his clothed chest before sliding his jeans and boxers off allowing his cock to spring free, then throwing them into a messy pile on the floor. his eyes followed your movements, hands gripping the bedsheets under him. you slowly began pumping the base of his cock as you brought your tongue down to the tip of his cock, making slow circles around him. his hips moved upward.

"be fucking still," you murmured, grabbing onto his hip with your free hand, gripping it tightly.

"i, im sorry," he whined out. "just feels s'good," his words were slurred together as his head leaned back. you bring your mouth back, wrapping your lips around him, bobbing your head up and down on his length at an agonizingly slow pace. he whined, gripping the back of your head, squirming beneath you. "mmmplease, faster," he gasped out between whines and whimpers.

"so needy," you hummed on him, quickening your speed. he arched his back, his reaction causing the heat between your legs to ache. you ran your tongue on the underneath side of his shaft, sucking on the tip harshly before taking him back into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"fuck im gonna~" you pulled off of him before he had a chance to finish his sentence, not allowing him to have his release. he looked up at you, desperation in his eyes. "p-please y/n, i need to cum," he whined.

"i want to fuck you first, joshy," you grinned before sliding your own shorts and panties off. you moved your hand down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles around it before moving up to him. "I'm going to ride your face, okay? you're going to make me cum before you can," i hummed. eagerly, he moaned out an 'okay' before you straddled his face. you immediately felt his hands grab onto your thighs as his tongue flicked over your folds, causing you to let out a low groan. "fuck, you're doing so good for me," you whispered. you leaned on one hand to brace yourself on the headboard while the other lightly tugged at tufts of his hair. he moaned into your heat as you tugged at his hair. his tongue periodically flicking over your clit, causing tremors of pleasure to run thorough you. you moaned, feeling a heat building up in your core. "fuck josh don't stop," you moaned out. he moved his head back and forth, moving his tongue in and out of you before moving it up to your clit again. before you knew it, you felt your orgasm burst out of you, making your body jolt, throwing your head back in a loud moan. josh moaned underneath you as you rode out your orgasm. you get off him wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling it get impossibly harder with your touch.

"p-please fuck me now," he whined out, unable to contain himself much longer. his eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

"so fucking needy," you mumble as you line his cock up with your entrance, slowly easing yourself onto him, stretching you out. you groaned as he whined, grabbing your hips to push you onto him. this caused you to grab his wrists, pinning them above his head, his eyes not leaving yours. "you're going to be good and not touch me, right?"

"i," he cut himself off with a needy moan as you started slowly bouncing on him, his eyes screwing shut.

"fuck, so big," you said through your own pleasure. "this is better that fucking your hand, mm joshy?" he nodded, his mouth open slightly as he tried to hold it together. you leaned down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. you quickened your movements, attacking his neck while you grinded on him, making him whine and moan. you let go of his hands, placing yours on his chest to brace yourself to quicken your movements even more.

"c-can i come," he breathed out, eyes still shut and brows furrowed. "please i can't hold on much longer," he groaned. you didn't answer, just leaned down to kiss him again, a much softer and intimate kiss. you felt the heat bubbling inside you again as his cock twitched, insinuating his closeness.

"be a good boy, cum inside," you whisper in his ear, you feeling yourself unfolding as your second orgasm hit, clenching around his cock. he groaned, letting out strained breaths as he reached his climax, filling you with his seed. you leaned down to kiss his forehead as he rode out his orgasm.

"s-shit, y/n.." he heaved. you looked down at him, his hair clinging to the sweat on his forehead. "thank you," he whispered. his eyes remained shut as he caught his breath. you got off of him, laying down next to him, catching your own breath. "hold on," he quietly said before getting up and leaving the room. he returned quickly with a small towel, gingerly cleaning you off before cleaning himself off. he offered you your underwear and one of his tshirts.

"thank you," you slipped them on as he pulled his boxers back on. you didn't notice at first, but they had a biotic wars pattern on them.

"you're an idiot, joshy." you smiled, looking over to him.

"what, i like the game!" he said, slightly offended. you rolled your eyes as he crawled back onto the bed, laying sideways with his head on your shoulder. he draped his arm over your stomach. "you said you've wanted to do that for a while?" he looked up to you, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"shut up," you smiled.

"what, im being serious!" you couldnt help but laugh.

"well, ive wanted to be with you since we were 15. i started wanting this when i went off to school. i missed you a lot. thought about you all the time really." you sighed out, closing your eyes. you felt him smile against your shoulder.

"ive liked you for a while too, was just scared to say anything." you didnt respond, just planted a kiss on his forehead. he sighed. "please dont tell anyone how much of a loser i am in the bedroom," he chuckled sleepily.

"aww not even my best friend?" he grumbled. "fine, fine you big baby." a comfortable silence filled the room, and soon the both of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

okay first fic done lol if yall made it through that and for some reason want more, send me recs! ill do 'em! thanks for reading lol

[sameschmidtdiffname]

i recently had a thought about the reader's online friend!josh futterman, like if these two actually KNOW each other irl but have no idea about it because they use nicknames

i'd really appreciate it if you'd write something like this and I hope my description of it makes sense i used a translator for this lol

in love with your writing btw !!! <3

Bbgirl I gotCHUUUUU

Familiar Strangers

A Josh Futturman x Gender Neutral! Reader Series

Summery: They always say you never know when you'll meet Mister Right. But damn. This is a new level.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no gender specific pronouns for Reader, coffee shop AU, Josh never wins 'Biotic Wars' AU, fluff, meet cute, online friends who don't realize they're friends irl as well, brief mentions of smut, otherwise SFW.

Notes: Alright, first actually planned series! Is it gonna be a slowburn with twenty parts? A mini series? Who the fuck knows! Not me! Let's pray, mfers.

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                    °☆>》Maggie's《<☆°

"Please tell me there's a chance for us," she says with baited breath. "Don't tell me you're walking away."

The atmosphere of the small, brick walled coffee shop is calm for 10 o'clock in the morning, but I'm not complaining. God knows I prefer this over the alternative anyways.

"You know that I can't answer that," Oshua says to Tiger, agitated.

This guy, always trying to be mysterious.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn-"

The ring of the shop bell tears me from my reading, my head darting up to see who has come to disturb my morning of peace and fiction.

"Hi!" The customer says in overly bright voice. One look at the man and I already know he's the chatty type, not willing to just duck in and out, keys jingling from the black belt on his hip as he flashes a bright, genuine smile, waving his hand enthusiastically while keeping the other in his pants pocket.

Motherfucker.

"Hi!" I try to return with the same bright smile and tone, but I feel irritation spike into my chest as I hear the soft 'click' of my phone shutting off. "Welcome to Maggie's, what can I get you?"

Gentle sunlight streams in through the permanently clouded bay windows of the shop, illuminating the store in its warm glow that just makes a morning feel particularly peaceful. There isn't much foot at this point in the morning, most people already having arrived to work an hour or so earlier, myself included. It was a busy enough part of town, a good location for a coffee shop to thrive, especially with the loyal flow of customers from Kronish Laboratory, a tall, dull building dedicated to scientific research, and the little coffee shop that signs my checks often had the pleasures (read: irritations) of dealing with said researchers and keeping them alive while they work on the miracle cure for herpes. Most of them being particularly rude and short about their orders, usually in a rush for a regular cup of black coffee and swiping it from my hand before storming out to resume their endless work typing away at a computer to log their samples after what must be their too short lunch break. Or maybe too long. Can never tell with those assholes. Most of which I know through mental nicknames. It's partially because I'm no good at actual names. And partially my own form of disrespect and entertainment. Come on, you do it too.

"I don't know," the unfamiliar man says brightly, placing his hands on his hips as he looks at the chalkboard sign hanging behind my head. "What do you like?"

'Whatever gets you out of here the fastest,' I think. But instead I say "Well, what exactly are you looking for? Tea, coffee," the door, "smoothies?"

"Hit me-" gladly. "-with a tea," the bright man says just so... brightly.

Thank you for being so descriptive. "What kind?" I ask, trying to keep my smile sweet.

"Whatever you like," he says with a shrug.

"Vanilla chai?"

"Sure!"

I need to stop being so irritable when someone interrupts my reading. I'm not even allowed to be on my phone at work technically, except the manager generally doesn't care so long as I at least make half an effort to hide it and don't do it in front of customers. And maybe I wouldn't even really care about the interruption except I've been waiting for the release of this part for two weeks, and Nick had been so secretive about the ending he didn't even let me beta read the work before posting.

"What's got you in such a mood?" I ask the smiling man, turning to begin making the drink. Oh, size.

"What do you mean?" He asks, raising his brows, still smiling. Brightly.

"You're like a big... ball of sunshine," I say, gesturing towards him before holding up a small and large cup, now gesturing the two like they were on scales to silently ask his preference.

"Oh, I'm just excited this morning. I'm not usually like this," he says, laughing a little as a small blush grows on his nose, glancing down at the floor before returning his gaze to the cups, pointing at the small.

"Yeah?" I ask, putting the large cup away.

"Yeah. Finished a big project this morning, so I'm like," he shrugs, now scratching the back of his head as he tries to subdue his smile, pressing his lips together and now crossing his subtly built arms across his chest.

"Well, congrats," I say. There's a small moment of slightly awkward silence as the tea quickly brews, both of us not really sure what to say next. This is the part I hate about customer service. I feel bad if I'm not constantly keeping them engaged, but if they're constantly talking I wish they would shut the fuck up. I already can't read regular conversation cues, there's just no winning with this shit.

"I like your uh..." the man I've decided will henceforth be known as Sunshine drawls. "Apron."

I look down at myself, taking note of the dandelion yellow cloth stained with coffee at the bottom from an hour ago when it accidently dipped into a puddle of the stuff while I was cleaning up a spill someone hadn't even told me about only half an hour after opening.

"Thanks," I say, looking back up. "Company issued."

"Oh, we match!" Sunshine jokes, pointing at his grey jumpsuit. Alright, the man may be way too energetic for the morning, but at least he's entertaining about it. I take an actual look at his attire now, a janitors outfit with what I should've expected to be a Kronish Laboratory logo right above his name sewn onto the suit.

"That we do..." I glance at his nametag. "Futturman."

"Fut-turman, not Foot-turman," Sunshine corrects me.

"Oh shit. Shoot. Sorry, man," I laugh awkwardly, offering an apologetic smile as I pour the warm, steeped tea over the ice.

"Iced in Febuary?" He asks, giving me enough grace to not focus on the subject.

I feel my own blush creep onto my skin, a side effect from the name jumble and realizing I hadn't asked his preference. Get your head in the game, idiot.

"I can make you another, if you'd like," I offer sheepishly.

"No!" He blurts, straightening his posture and leaning against the counter. "I mean-" he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "No, iced is good. I like iced, just uh- figured you... wouldn't have the same preference."

Please, God. It's too early for this.

"I don't like the hot to room temperature texture," I say awkwardly, searching for a lid. "Too... I don't know. Iced to room temperature is better."

"Totally agree," Sunshine says quickly.

Glad to know neither of us can interact with humans properly.

Another moment of awkward silence, except I know what to say this time.

"So, you work at the lab?" I ask. For the small moment I didn't have his attention, he seemed to be surveying the small cakes on display inside the counter beside me, looking at a little white cake with strawberry coating on top before turning back to me.

"Oh! Yeah, no, I just- Carl told me about the place, said I had to try it out," he says, shifting his weight as he stands. "Good vibes and all that."

"Carl..." I say, trying to remember if I've known a Carl.

"Big, like," he gestures his hands long then wide. "Works security, looks like," he makes a sort of stern, almost mean mug face. At that it clicks.

"Oh! Carl!" Deftones Guy. "Yeah, I know him," I say with a more relaxed smile, chuckling a little.

"Yeah, said you guys discuss music sometimes," he says, nodding enthusiastically like he's glad we know the same person.

"A little," I say, placing the drink on the counter. "Alright, Mr. Futturman. $6.70 is your total."

The dark haired man nods, pulling out a green wallet with an emblem on the front from one of his deep pockets. I try to get a clear look simply out of curiosity, but his large, tanned hand covers it too much for me to see what it is.

"Here you are," he says, handing me his card. There's more silence, this time comfortable as I swipe it, our machine beeping twice in decline. At the third beep, Sunshine begins to shift his weight again, licking and biting his bottom lip nervously.

"There should be money on there," he says with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, it's the machine. It doesn't like working," I clarify. "One sec."

Quickly, I pound my palm into the righthand top corner of the device, right under the chip reader before inserting the blue, cloud covered card once more and waiting for the transaction to clear. At the much more calm, non-nuclear level beep we both breathe a sigh of relief as I return the card to him with a smile.

"Alright," he says with that bright tone to his voice once more. "Now I can see what's up."

We both can.

"I hope you have a good day, Mr. Futturman," I say brightly, still a tad pink from leftover embarrassment.

Sunshine nods and smiles at me, toasting his drink before turning from me and beginning to walk away, taking a sip of his drink and humming in approval, turning quickly and giving me a thumbs up before tripping over his own foot and stumbling into the door like a bit of an idiot, making me giggle slightly before I make myself look away to give him the same grace he'd given me earlier. And with that last exchange he's gone, and I'm free to return to my art.

The tall man looked sadly at- ah shit, I jumped ahead.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn answer, Future Man!" Tiger spat in anger and frustration, forcing the emotions she could barely even allow herself to feel overwhelm her in her attempts to communicate.

Emotional angst for my bright morning. God bless, Nick.

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As I push open the door to my apartment, my phone is buzzing with still silent notifications of what I can guarantee are Tumblr sourced. More specifically, Tumblr messaging sourced. As I push the door shut with my foot, one glance at my old, outdated phone confirms my thoughts.

felinehusband: Okay, give it to me straight.

I smile at the notification, allowing my oversized bag filled with too many items to clatter to the ground loudly, unlocking my phone and responding quickly.

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I walk as I type, entering the kitchen and opening the door to the small freezer to see which cheap meal I'll try not to nuke tonight.

felinehusband: Dude? ,:)

I smile at the message, picking out chicken teriyaki as I hit send.

icanfixhimdotorg: Worth. The. Wait.

I cross to the beaten microwave, the appliance cheap and secondhand from Facebook marketplace. It's honestly a miracle the thing hasn't blown up in my face or given me detectable cancer, but despite the large dent on the side, still usable. Google said if the door still seals and there's no opening, it was safe. And it got that dent from me dropping it on the way inside the apartment on move in day after I already paid $50 for it after getting it from some overworked mom who hardly wanted to even charge that low. I sure as hell wasn't gonna get a refund, or anything functional for cheaper.

I leave my phone on the counter as I open the frozen meal, vent the film and slap it inside. Now to wait for seven minutes.

felinehusband: Oh thank GOD. I've been anxious all day.

I chuckle softly, smiling as I lean against the permanently grimy counter.

icanfixhimdotorg: I don't know why!! You always post such good work :)

felinehusband: Well, I post work that always has good reception.

icanfixhimdotorg: The difference?

felinehusband: ... I'll get back to you on that one lol

I tap my foot against the floor, listening to the muffled echo mix with the loud hum of the microwave as I stare ahead at the mint green, poorly painted wall in front of me.

icanfixhimdotorg: No cervix penetration?

There's plenty of ways to meet friends. I didn't not bank on responding to a request for beta readers for fanfiction for some moderate, slowly dying game fandom to be one of them.

felinehusband: ONE TIME!

The quick response makes me laugh, clicking off my phone as I turn my attention now to my waiting meal that I'm going to devour much too quickly while working lines for my production.

Nick and I started chatting about six months ago. I had already been following him for some of his shit posts, midnight blogging, and when he started posting fanfiction I was one of his first readers.

'Biotic Wars' doesn't have a particularly big following on Tumblr as it used to. When the game first came out, people were going insane over how to beat the final level. The community thrived from memes, overly elaborate theories, fanfiction, you name it. It helped that there was a huge boost in the gaming community in general around the time it came out, what with 'Five Nights at Freddy's' cranking out sequels faster than anyone could keep up with, 'Undertale' breaking out onto the scene a little bit later. The gaming side of Tumblr was alive and thriving, and the amount of overlapping there was between fandoms only made it bigger. That was how I found the fandom personally. That and binging several different speed-running videos.

At the point Nick came onto the scene, most had generally lost their interest in the unbeatable 'Biotic Wars.' The fans that remained did so out of genuine interest or hyperfixation instead of temporary trends, and while good work was still being posted, everyone had at that point either begun to shift their own writing focuses, lost time to post frequently, or shifted to other platforms such as Archive of Our Own and had stopped crossposting to their Tumblr. So a decent, well paced, new angst fic following a lone Wolf and Tiger reminiscing on their old journies together as they attempted to survive a bitter winter night without any supplies other than an old tarp being used as their only attempt of shelter as they attempt to ride out a storm after a mission gone wrong popped onto the scene, people were immediately captivated. And even though it was a one-shot, the work received enough attention that a spin-off fic was posted within the following 48 hours. And once those two had blown up, Nick was quickly recognized in the community for his content, shitposts and fics alike. And he was very lucky to have overwhelming positive feedback. Until his first smut, that is.

icanfixhimdotorg: Nico, baby. It's an important first step for every smut writer.

Oh, it was brutal. First, he decided to go off the deep end by just jumping straight into some tenticle situation for poor Tiger. Now, granted, he did post a poll before hand asking if we readers would enjoy the consumption of some outrageous shit, to which 78.8% of voters said yes, myself included. But when reading a 'baby's first smut' fic, one doesn't really expect... that. But I'll admit, it was surprisingly good quality. Until the cervix penetration.

"Coiling in her womb." Yeah, Tumblr had a fun day with that one.

It took less than a day for him to post that he was searching for smut consultants and beta readers, to which I responded both out of genuine interest and a bit of pity since I was sure his ask box was filling with several new comments. No one was surprised when he ended up turning off anon for a few days. And since I had responded to quite a few of his works/posts already, I was one of the lucky few selected for such a job since he recognized me. And once the doorway was opened for casual chatter, both of us just kind of never stopped. Either by constantly responding to each others posts, automatic reblogs at each notification of a new post, or messaging each other about our days kept us both sane as we tried to just survive each new day as adults.

I look up from my notebook where my tragic script is scratched across the $0.75 college notebook as I lazily attempt to memorize my lines while mostly keeping my eyes trained on the old TV in front of me to check the buzz from my phone, swiping it open to read the new message.

felinehusband: So how's season four going?

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I watch the screen until I feel the phone buzz once more in my hand.

felinehusband: No spoilers!! I'm still trying to push through season three for you ;)

Nick was sweet. Good for a joke, claims he's a little awkward, but a good friend. Sweet enough that about two months ago he'd let it slip he'd begun watching my favorite show simply because "If I have to see you go insane over animated anthropomorphic animals interacting with humans again without context, I'm gonna lose it."

icanfixhimdotorg: Binge it!! You're gonna lose your mind!!

felinehusband: You're gonna delay part 10 lmao

As I take the last bite of my meal, I realize the time, sighing as I begin to do the mental math of how long I have until practice tonight. Knowing how little time I have to prepare, I pause the episode and type one last quick text.

icanfixhimdotorg: If it does, it's worth it honestly. You won't believe this shit, Nick.

As I stand from the sagging, horrendously textured couch I catch his parting message while I stretch, popping about five different spots in my back.

felinehusband: Okayokay, if it means I can read your over the top rants again, it's worth it :)

icanfixhimdotorg: Excellent. Got to go, showering for practice tonight.

I trail quickly through the small apartment, grabbing whatever clothes are passable in public while remaining comfortable enough to sleep in when I immediately collapse into my bed around 11 tonight, an old, tattered, turquoise towel I'd stolen from my parents when I moved out, and grabbing my soap from the kitchen sink before making my way to the bathroom. Listen, Seventh Generation is cheap and works just as good on the human body as it does on dishes, alright? I'm trying to get a mortgage one day.

As I wait for the water to shift from its arctic temperature to something more bearable, I check my phone one more time to quickly reblog a gifset and read Nick's departing message.

felinehusband: Knock 'em dead, Mercutio :)

felinehusband: Also, I need some input later tonight for this like. Slowburn thing. May be an AU. Not sure, we'll see. I'm thinking coffee shop

Ah, yes.

icanfixhimdotorg: A classic.

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I'm making no current promises on how frequently I update this series. Hopefully it'll be something I can work on while working and such, but we'll see what happens. My current hope is to post at minimum one request and hopefully one part for this series per week. However I will warn one of my current projects is about to wrap up, meaning I'm going to have to focus on that next week as much as possible, meaning I probably won't get anything done writing wise next week unless I aim for a drabble or headcanons. And even then I'm not sure I'll have time for actually editing and such, so don't be surprised if the only content you get next week is some rambles like I've been doing for Peeta lately or nothing at all. Alright, love y'all!! Stay safe, stay healthy <33 see you next time.

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[jhutchh19992]

Accidental Encounters

Plot: you meet josh futturman in a gaming store. you didn‘t know him until now, and you kinda feel charmed by his tipsy personality.

tags: no smut, fluff, getting to know him, gaming store

Josh Futturman was having a rough day. Between working his dead-end job as a janitor at a lab, and trying to beat the seemingly impossible video game, "Biotic Wars," he could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him. The only solace he found was in the glow of his computer screen, where he fought off waves of alien invaders and imagined himself as the hero he always wanted to be.

Today, however, Josh decided to take a rare break from his routine. His gaming equipment had been acting up, and if he was going to have any shot at beating the game, he needed to upgrade. That’s why he found himself at the local gaming store, Pixel Paradise—a haven for gamers like him. The walls were lined with the latest consoles, games, and accessories, all under the dim, neon-lit atmosphere that gave the place an almost sacred feel.

Josh was scanning the shelves, deep in thought about which controller would give him the edge he needed. He barely noticed when another customer entered the aisle.

That customer was you.

You were new in town, recently moving in to start fresh after a long series of life changes. Video games had always been your escape, and a new game shop was the perfect way to familiarize yourself with the neighborhood. Your eyes sparkled as you took in the variety of titles and the inviting glow of the screens.

Josh didn’t see you coming when he bent down to grab a boxed headset from the lower shelf. As he stood up, he bumped into you, causing him to lose his balance. In a swift motion, he tried to steady himself, but instead, he fumbled with the keys in his pocket. They slipped out, spinning in the air before landing in your open hand—completely by accident.

“Whoa! Nice catch,” you said, chuckling softly as you handed the keys back to him.

Josh blinked, clearly embarrassed. “Uh, thanks. I’m usually not this clumsy.”

“No worries,” you replied, smiling at him. “It’s not every day I catch someone’s keys like that. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Josh stammered, running a hand through his hair. He looked at you for the first time, noticing your friendly demeanor. “Sorry for, you know, almost knocking you over.”

“All good,” you said, waving it off. “What were you looking for, anyway?”

Josh hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. He didn’t want to come off as too much of a gaming nerd—especially to someone he just met. But there was something about your presence that put him at ease.

“I, uh, was just trying to upgrade my setup,” Josh finally said, holding up the headset. “My controller’s been acting weird, and I’m on this really tough level in ‘Biotic Wars’.”

“‘Biotic Wars’?” you said, your interest piqued. “That game is insane! I’ve been stuck on the third level for ages.”

“Wait, you play too?” Josh asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Yeah, I do!” you said. “Though I’m not nearly as good as I’d like to be. Maybe I just need the right gear, like you.”

Josh felt a sudden surge of confidence. This was someone who understood what he was going through—someone who didn’t judge him for being a little too obsessed with a game. “You know,” he said, “if you’re having trouble, I could help you out. I mean, if you want. I’ve been stuck on the final level for weeks, but I’ve learned a few tricks along the way.”

You considered his offer, intrigued. “That sounds awesome, actually. I’ve been wanting to get past that third level forever. Maybe we can help each other out.”

“Yeah, totally!” Josh agreed. “How about we start with finding the right gear here, and then we can head to my place? We could try to beat the game together.”

The suggestion was spontaneous, and Josh immediately worried that he was coming on too strong. But your face lit up at the idea, putting his fears to rest.

“That sounds like a plan,” you said. “Let’s do it.”

The two of you spent the next half hour exploring the store together, comparing controllers, testing headsets, and sharing gaming stories. Josh found himself feeling more comfortable around you with each passing minute. There was a natural connection between you—one that made the normally shy Josh feel like he could be himself.

Finally, with your new gear in hand, you both headed back to Josh’s apartment. It was a small, modest place, but it had everything you needed for an epic gaming session. Josh set up the equipment, and before long, the two of you were immersed in the world of “Biotic Wars.”

The hours flew by as you strategized, laughed, and celebrated small victories together. Every time Josh managed to save you from an enemy ambush, you shot him a grateful smile that made his heart race. And when you figured out a puzzle that had him stumped, he couldn’t help but admire your sharp mind.

As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves sitting closer together, your focus on the screen occasionally broken by playful banter. It wasn’t long before the final boss loomed ahead—an enemy that had been the bane of Josh’s existence for weeks.

“We’re so close,” Josh murmured, his voice tense with anticipation. “Just a little more…”

With a well-timed combo, the boss’s health bar plummeted. You and Josh worked in perfect harmony, landing the final blow together. The screen exploded with the words “Victory!”

“We did it!” you exclaimed, jumping up in excitement. “I can’t believe we actually did it!”

Josh stood up too, grinning from ear to ear. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Seriously, that was amazing.”

The two of you shared a high five, but when your hands met, neither of you pulled away. For a moment, you just stood there, smiling at each other, the thrill of the victory still buzzing between you.

“You know,” you said softly, “I’m really glad I bumped into you today. Literally.”

“Me too,” Josh replied, his voice equally soft. “Maybe we should make this a regular thing. You know, hanging out, gaming… whatever.”

“I’d like that,�� you said, your heart fluttering at the idea. “I’d like that a lot.”

Josh felt a warmth spread through him—a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. It wasn’t just about the game anymore. It was about you, and the unexpected connection that had formed between you.

[satansapostle6]

X

Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Part Six

Part Seven: Merry Christmas(I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight)

Josh felt like ‘the man’ walking into a corporate event with Dr. Brynne Johansson, of all people, as his date. Josh didn’t even care that she was at least a few inches taller than him even without heels.

The height difference didn’t bother him; if anything, walking around with a taller woman on his arm made him feel like those rich old men who walked around Vegas casinos with multiple women on their arms, smoking cigars inside. Brynne made him feel accomplished, like he could do anything.

“Dr. Johansson!”

Brynne and Josh both turned as a man in a suit called to Brynne. Josh was surprised as she hardly separated from him, lazily raising her hand to wave.

“Dr. Shaughnessy,” she smiled, without even opening her mouth.

“You look spectacular,” the tall, dark-haired man said flirtatiously.

Josh began to feel increasingly awkward, realizing that the handsome, British doctor was flirting with his date.

“Thank you,” she replied coolly, “See you at the toast.”

Brynne pointedly stuck to Josh, hooking her arm in his as if to make it even more clear that they had come together. Josh nervously looked down at his feet, blushing at the gesture.

“You two know each other well?” he asked her curiously as they grabbed drink tickets on the way in.

“I went for coffee with him once. He brought up politicos, and when he asked, I told him I registered socialist. He went on a rant and told me I’d understand better when I was ‘his age’,” she frowned.

“Dude. That’s gross to say to someone you’re on a date with,” Josh said in disbelief. “If you really think someone’s at an immature age, maybe you shouldn’t be trying to date them.”

“Yeah, long story short, I tend to avoid the break rooms,” she concluded. “Besides. Dr. Shaughnessy sees enough action around the building anyways.”

“Wait, seriously?” Josh said in surprise.

“Oh, yeah. He’s slept with two other scientists.”

“Who?!” he demanded eagerly.

“Dr. Kim, and Dr. Tomlinson.”

“Dr. Tomlinson?” Josh gasped in a loud whisper. “She slept with Dr. Rubio!”

“Dr. Rubio?!” Brynne exclaimed. “What is this place, fucking Grey’s Anatomy?! How do you know?!”

“They were talking, in her office,” he explained, “It’s weird how people just assume the janitor isn’t listening.”

“Oh, I can imagine,” she nodded.

“Honestly. Sometimes, I put earbuds in and don’t play anything,” Josh confessed.

“I do that, too, when I’m in public,” Brynne admitted.

“You know, I saw you once, a while ago,” Josh confessed, “Getting ice cream, on your lunch break.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah… I was too scared to say ‘hi’. I didn’t think you’d recognize me,” he said sheepishly.

“Oh, of course I would’ve,” she chuckled softly, “I mean, I never knew your name, but… you’re the one who always rearranges the pens, on my desk. Just the way I like it.”

Josh was stunned by her response. “Yeah… You hate when people mess with the stuff on your desk.”

“You—You know that?” her eyes widened.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, realizing how it sounded. “Sorry. Is that—?”

“Incredibly sweet, and thoughtful?” she cut him off. “Yes.”

Josh couldn’t help but sigh with relief. “Really?”

“Josh…” Brynne laughed, stopping in the middle of the floor surrounded by other party guests, “I once had a boyfriend that didn’t know my middle name. I told him three times.”

“What a dick,” Josh scoffed in disapproval. “What is your middle name?”

“Emily.”

“Hmm. Brynne Emily Johansson. It has a good flow to it,” he remarked. “You know… Everything I learn about you gets burned into my brain. I’d hate to forget any of it.”

“I’m the same way,” she agreed. “I try not to forget anything.”

“Well. I’ll never forget that time you watched me clean that ‘spot’ on the floor,” he told her. “You… you really know how to make a guy speechless.”

“I can when I want to,” she shrugged.

“Hey. Josh,” Ray called, as he and another security guard called to him.

Josh smiled, waving to his friend as he and Brynne approached them.

“Hey, Ray. What’s up, Tony?”

“Hey,” Tony the security guard nodded.

“You guys know Dr. Johansson,” Josh politely introduced her.

“Yeah, of course. How you doing?” Ray smiled.

“I’m good, thanks, what about you?” she asked in turn.

“I’m alright. As long as Dr. Camillo sticks to water tonight,” he murmured.

“Hey, at least he doesn’t stare at your ass,” she pointed out. “I’m gonna grab a drink. Josh, you want something?”

“Uh, I think I’ll just have a soda, thanks,” Josh told her, handing her one of his tickets. “Coke?”

“Sure. I’ll be right back,” Brynne announced, leaving them for a moment.

Ray and Tony both remained calm, pretending to smile and enjoy idle chitchat until they were sure she was out of earshot.

“You got a date with Dr. Johansson?!” Ray whispered. “Why did I not know about this?!”

“I don’t know,” Josh shrugged with a laugh, “I guess it’s just one of those things you just gotta see to believe.”

“You’re damn right it is!” Tony spoke up. “You got the one woman everyone in the office wants!”

“No one can get her. Not even Dr. Shaughnessy,” Ray pointed out.

“Well, maybe Dr. Kronish,” Tony muttered under his breath.

Josh gave him a confused look, not understanding the comment.

“Come on, man,” Ray scoffed, “That’s just a rumor.”

“Is it?” Tony questioned. “They spend a lot of time together, he’s really touchy with her, and he’s the only one she really talks to.”

“That’s just because they’ve known each other for years. They’re friends,” Josh reasoned. “He put her through school.”

“Did you ever think about why he put her through school?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

Josh was too stunned to speak.

“Yo! That’s gross,” Ray made a face.

“It happens all the time,” Tony said defensively.

Josh ignored the other two as he watched Brynne return, with two glasses in hand. She had gotten Josh a soda, and seemed to have some sort of cocktail in her hand.

“Thanks,” he smiled, still uncomfortable from the conversation he’d just unwillingly participated in.

“Brynne!”

The two of them turned to see Dr. Kronish approaching, evidently making his rounds about the room.

“Elias!” Brynne smiled, hugging the older man.

“There’s my best girl,” Kronish said sweetly, “You look like a dream.”

Josh thought for a moment, now somewhat off-put, trying his best to disregard everything Tony had said before.

“Aw, thank you,” she gushed.

“Josh!” his employer greeted him, pulling the two of them aside. “Look at you two crazy kids, you look great together!”

“Thank you, Elias,” Josh nodded appreciatively.

“How are you two doing tonight?” Kronish asked. “Enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Josh complimented.

“Well. I won’t bother you too much, you two have fun,” the man beamed. “But not too much fun, now,” he teased.

“Thank you, Elias. Merry early Christmas,” Brynne smiled.

“Oh, you two, Brynne. See you both later, I’m sure,” he waved to them.

Josh returned the wave as he left, turning his attention back to Brynne.

“You and Kronish have been friends for a long time?” he asked her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I owe him everything.”

“You never told me how you two met,” Josh segued, genuinely curious. “You told me he put you through school, but I never heard the story of how you too met.”

“Oh,” Brynne said shortly, her demeanor instantly changing. “Uh… It’s a long story.”

“I don’t mind,” Josh offered.

“You know, we could get into that later,” she said uncomfortably.

“Oh,” Josh thought, feeling as if he hit a nerve. “Uh…. I’m sor—”

“Johansson!”

A loud, and seemingly belligerent Stu Camillo interrupted their conversation.

“What, Stu?” Bry ne said crossly.

Josh felt strange as she avoided the topic of Kronish, genuinely worried as to why she seemed upset. He knew there had to be some sort of reasonable explanation, but a part of him also irrationally feared that Tony had been right.

“That Brennan kid you hired,” he slurred slightly. “He cost us thousands of dollars—”

“I’m well aware, Stu, now we’re at a company party,” she frowned, “This is hardly an appropriate place for this.”

“It never is!” the main argued. “You know, I told Kronish not to hire you, and I told him not to promote you, but the old man didn’t listen—!”

“Hey, Stu, I’m trying to be polite here. Go sit down,” Brynne told him, stepping close to him so that no one else heard, “This is highly inappropriate. Don’t make me call security.”

“You think you’re so much smarter than me, and all the rest of us, just because you’ve got Kronish wrapped around your little finger?” Dr. Camillo sneered.

Josh saw as Brynne’s eyes widened with rage as she gabbed the man by the jacket sleeve and pulled him aside.

“You need to leave. Now,” she said firmly.

“Fuck you! You don’t run shit here just because of your little Lewinsky act,” he spat.

Josh nervously stood behind Brynne, now worrying that something might’ve actually happened between her and her boss. He wouldn’t have judged her at all if it had, but he was more so worried at the idea of someone taking advantage of her. But suddenly, he had other things to worry about as things began to escalate.

“Everyone thinks you’re a genius, but you’re just a fucking bimbo with a degree!”

“Hey, lay off her, man!” Josh yelled, nearly shoving him as he stepped in front of Brynne. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that!”

Everyone was now watching as a spectacle began to unfold.

“Fuck you, janitor!”

“Dr. Camillo!” Elias Kronish rushed to Brynne’s side, cornering the man before Josh had to interfere any more. “One more word, and you’re fired. You do not have the right to attack other employees, and I won’t humor your childish fits anymore. You get the fuck out of here, and come back when you’re ready to behave like an adult, or you can kiss your job goodbye!”

“You won’t fire me!” Camillo scoffed arrogantly.

“Don’t test me,” Kronish warned, watching as the man stumbled off, leaving the party before someone could kick him out.

Josh turned to Brynne, seeing the troubled look on her face.

“Hey. Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, still not knowing how to react to the situation.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” she muttered, sighing as she took a sip of her drink.

“I’m so sorry about that, sweetheart,” Dr. Kronish said kindly as he rested a hand on her shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Brynne sighed, glancing at Josh, “I… I think I just wanna get out of here. I’m suddenly not in the mood to party.”

“Yes, of course, I understand completely. You go and get some rest, I’ll see you after the holiday,” the man said sympathetically.

“I’ll see you at work,” Brynne nodded, turning to Josh. “Is it okay if we get out of here?”

“Yeah, of course,” Josh nodded quickly, escorting her out.

He didn’t say another word as they left the party, not sure how to help the situation. He sat patiently in the car with her as she held her face in her hands, turning on the light so that they could talk.

“I’m really sorry about Dr. Camillo,” Josh sighed, “That was really fucking rude.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it from him; he doesn’t bother me much,” she murmured. “It’s just… the stuff he said. About me, and Kronish.”

Josh froze, not sure how to handle this particular subject.

“Yeah… That was really inappropriate,” he agreed, not knowing a better word for the situation.

“I, uh… I didn’t sleep with Kronish,” Brynne said suddenly, catching Josh off guard. “I know that’s what you were thinking.”

“No!” he cut her off, immediately feeling awful. “I’d never actually think that…”

“It’s okay. Really,” she sighed. “I… I just didn’t wanna talk about it, because of how we met.”

“Oh. I mean, you don’t have to tell me,” he promised her quietly, “But you can.”

“Yeah, it’s okay, I just… In there wasn’t the time and place, you know?”

“Yeah,” he nodded softly.

“I didn’t wanna talk about it because… I met Dr. Kronish right before I graduated high school. He was at the school, as a guest speaker for some career fair thing I never went to. And I collapsed,” she explained.

Josh nodded in silence, not quite sure why she seemed ashamed.

“It was an overdose,” she added promptly. “I OD-ed. On coke.”

“Oh,” was all Josh could think to say in the moment.

“That’s… why I don’t drink,” Brynne explained, “I’ve been sober for eight years.”

“I thought you had a drink earlier,” Josh thought stupidly.

He never would’ve guessed.

“I got a mock-tail,” she explained.

“Oh… Well, I’m really sorry,” he apologized guiltily. “I feel really bad, I shouldn’t have made you feel like I thought—”

“You didn’t,” she assured him. “It’s okay.”

He nodded, turning as he looked at the wheel in front of him.

“I’ll take you home, if you want,” he said, sounding disappointed as if he already knew the date had gone badly.

“…Do you have to?” Brynne asked, to his surprise.

He looked at her in shock. “Wait. You don’t never wanna see me again?” he questioned.

“The opposite,” she assured him. “I like you, Josh. And I appreciate what you did for me. With Dr. Camillo.”

“He was attacking you,” Josh said simply, “I had to do something. If anything, I was kinda pathetic…”

She interrupted him, deciding it most fitting to press a quick kiss to his cheek, surprising him. Somehow, the act was even more striking to him than a kiss on the lips.

“Th-Thank you,” he blurted out.

“You can take me home now,” she said finally.

“Oh…”

“Your home,” she offered with a smile, earning a silent gasp from him. “If you want.”

“Hachi machi…”

-

Part Eight

[ask-hutcherverse]

Mike, what do you look for in a girlfriend? And the rest of the jhutch guys, what kind of girl would you choose for him?

mike sets down the camcorder, makes sure it’s on, and sits back.

mike reads the question off of a piece of paper, and an expression of slight flusteredness crosses his face. “uh.. i don’t really have a type in a girl..? i mean, as long as she’s nice and respects me and stuff, i’ll take anyone. um.. i guess i look for someone that i can talk to about stuff. that would be nice. like, someone that doesn’t judge me for my past and how it affects me.”

derek chimes in, sitting down on the couch with him and putting his feet up. “yeah, yeah, get the sappy shit out of the way. i could see mike with, like, a short tempered girl. mike doesn’t do anything ever, so a girl that whips him into shape.”

clapton pops up. “no, no, no! he would get, like, a real energetic girl! y’know, like a girl that helps him get out of his shell.” clapton talks with his hands as he speaks, and adjusts his shaggy hair in the view monitor of the camera.”

“futturman, what do you think?” derek yells to offscreen.

josh futturman walks in, holding a bag of chips. “uh, for mike? i think he’d want a girl that he can hold and protect n’ stuff—“ he crams a handful of chips into his mouth—“cuz he’s got a crap-ton of his own baggage.”

mike pinches the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. “peeta, what do you think?”

peeta looks up from the rubik’s cube he’s been enamored with for the entire video. “maybe a strong girl. maybe he wants to be the protected one, you know?” derek snickers in the background.

mike pats his thighs. “welp, i’ll leave you— whoever you guys are— to make your conclusions. insane first question, by the way.”

(the video ends.)

[thriftedtchotchkes]

god, i'm still on my roommate!josh futturman bullshit but now it's angsty and i decided it's time for someone to snuggle him!!!! snippet below because i need to yell about that sad little face👇🏽

"Hey, is everything okay?" you ask carefully when it's clear he's not going to respond. Instead, he counters with a question of his own that catches you off-guard.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" He turns to look at you, and you can immediately tell he's serious.

"Yeah, of course," you reply, eyeing him in concern. It wouldn't be the first time you've shared a bed, so there's no reason to give it a second thought. Not when he looks so uncharacteristically deflated.

His expression is nothing short of devastated, and you find yourself wondering what the hell could've happened. "Do you want to talk about it?"

[killerpixel]

What's left of you if you change the past?

Divider here! Pairing: OC x Josh Futturman (platonic) Word count: 1568 Summary: Mintypud is on lookout to make sure no threats are approaching. When she hears someone sneak around, she allows herself to approach them, realizing all they need is comfort and someone to ground them. Authors note/OC info!: this is my first time publishing something on tumblr, and my overall first time writing Canon with an OC. Sooo here's some info about her! Mintypud's a girl with cat ears and tail, overall wears rather bright colors and LOVE Kandi making! She actually made a couple bracelets for Josh. Her cat ears make it possible for her to hear incredibly well, and her tail gives her great balance. Other than that, she can see in the dark better than normal people, and is just as sneaky as a cat. Those are the key point needed for this oneshot! Have fun reading!

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Mintypud was sitting outside the camp to keep an eye out for threats. It was late at night, Wolf and Tiger had insisted on taking turns on looking out for threats. Both are currently asleep to rest up for their shifts, while Josh, well…

Minty sighs, her ears lowering just the tiniest bit.

Josh had not been doing well lately. Who can blame him though?

They blew up Kronish Labs, Josh ended up in prison, was kidnapped,... he went through hell and back, to be honest.

He hasn’t been the same since then.

He wasn’t the same Josh that would walk into that game shop to chat with her about video games, or start the regular light-hearted console war with her.

Mintypud threads up another bead.

This bracelet she’s making right now was nothing special, just something to pass the time. In the darkness people would call her insane for trying to make bracelets in the pitchblack of the night, but thanks to her night vision, she doesn’t have to worry about that.

Since she doesn’t see color at night though, this may just end up being either the weirdest or the best color combination she has put together so far.

She remains quiet and keeps looking around eventually, not seeming too bothered by her surroundings though. It’s a quiet night, just the wind whistling through the grass around her.

Minty grabs for a random pendant. A dinosaur. She smiles slightly.

Josh loves dinosaurs. Maybe this will cheer him up.

Just as she threads up the dinosaur pendant, she hears the crack of a branch breaking beneath some weight.

Instantly she’s on high alert, but stays low, her ears turning constantly in the hopes of hearing another sound that could betray who- or whatever is trespassing.

Mintypud holds her breath, slowly reaching for the knife Tiger lend her.

Her heart was beating against her chest, and she can’t help but flinch when she hears something heavy shift by the hill closeby.

She instantly turns around, her tail whipping left and right in anxiety. Her eyes need a couple seconds to adjust as she tries to keep herself as calm as she possibly could, her nervousness soon replaced by confusion.

The silhouette climbing up the hill… The weight of the footsteps… There was no doubt. But why would he…?

She looks around again, making sure there’s no actual threat anywhere close. Tiger and Wolf also seem asleep still, so she slowly gets up to follow the silhouette.

Her light footsteps are barely heard, even though she’s climbing the hill rather quickly, her tail keeping her balance steady at all times.

Once she reaches the top, she sits down beside the man, looking up into the cloudless sky while he can’t seem to look anywhere but his hands.

“....It’s kind of late, you know?”, Mintypud spoke up after a couple seconds, looking over at him. “You should be asleep…”

However, she was greeted with silence.

She tries again. “...You can see the stars really nicely tonight… wanna stargaze and find constellations? I already found-”

“It doesn’t matter”, he cut her off, not looking up at all. Dumbfounded, she looks over at him, ears perked up in confusion.

“...What do you mean?”

“Stars, constellations, nothing is real. Those aren’t our stars”

“Josh, what are you saying…?”

Mintypud looked at him, confused and beyond worried.

They used to climb the roof of his house at sleepovers, pointing at stars and constellations, making up new ones, and wishing on the occasional shooting star. Sure, some people would call it romantic, but for them it was just the usual. Sometimes they’d talk about shit going down at work, or other life struggles, or joke around and threaten to shove the other off the roof. All in good fun, obviously. It never happened.

But now…

Not even an answer.

Mintypud’s ears lower a little when she takes a closer look.

Josh was hunched over, knees pulled close to his chest, dirt and scratches still evident from his escape. It broke her heart to see him this sad.

“...Josh, what’s on your mind?”, she asks eventually.

Josh didn’t react for a couple seconds, but spoke just before Minty could try again.

“...Who am I?”

He sounded unsure, his voice thin and shaky.

The cat girl scooted a bit closer, worried about her friend.

“....You’re Josh Futturman… Did you lose your memory?”, she asks, fearing the absolute worst.

However, he shakes his head.

“No, I just… I don’t know who I am anymore…”

“Josh–”

“No, Minty, Listen.”

She blinks, taken aback by how serious, yet shaky he sounded all of a sudden.

“Sure, I’m Josh Futturman… but- I’m also the Savior, right? The one to save the future in the end. But, I’m also Joosh, a millionaire hated by his parents… Not that I blame them, I really was an asshole to them, but-”

“Josh….”

“But I had this really great life as this millionaire, developing games and all, with this mansion, but-”

“Josh.”

“but then I blew up the labs, which should have saved the future, right? I should’ve been the Savior, I should be Future Man, but we’re still here, and no matter how often we time travel, no matter how many times I lie, how many roles I take on, it doesn’t matter, nothing changes, nothing gets fucking fixed, I’m still just this fucking terrorist millionaire J-”

”Joshua Sasha Futturman.”

That stopped Josh in his tracks, staring at Mintypud in confusion. She had his face cupped with he hands, cat ears hanging low and her eyes full of worry. Minty had never seen her best friend this confused, especially about himself. His voice had gotten more shaky as he had sped up his ranting, tears had already formed in his eyes. It broke her heart when she realizes that, no, he wasn’t sad. He was broken.

“...Sasha?”, he asks, voice barely a whisper.

Minty gulps.

“Yeah, that’s your middle name, remember? It was y-”

“My grandma’s name, yeah…”

She nods slightly.

“...Josh, have you really forgotten who you are?”

Her friend remains quiet, avoiding her gaze.

“...Hey idiot, look at me”, she coos softly, teasing him just the tiniest bit.

He listens, even though he hesitates. A tear rolls down his cheek.

She smiles softly at him, trying her hardest not to cry herself when she sees his eyes drowning in sadness and anxiety, moreso than usual.

“You’re Josh Futturman, janitor at Kronish Labs. Remember?”

He nods simply, not pulling himself together enough to talk.

“You’re the nerd I got to know briefly whenever you walked into the Game store, mostly because you broke your Joystick again. Caught me off-guard once studying on my shift while no one was in the store, we ended up talking about games and consoles, you started calling me gamergirl and I’d call you bastard or idiot in return. We would always joke like that. I’m pretty sure I gave you one of my Kandi bracelets that day”

“...The blue one with the stars, and- and the >Game Over< letters…”, he mutters shakily, shoulders shaking as he tries not to cry.

Minty smiles and nods. “Exactly, that was the one!”

“Josh, you’re my best friend… You told me about Biotic Wars, you let me watch you game whenever I came over. Your parents always welcomed me too! I’d alway kick your ass in MarioKart!”

Josh sobs a laugh, quickly wiping his tears away.

Mintypud can't help it and pulls him into a tight hug, her tail wrapping around his back as well. She feels how he clings onto her, his face buried in her shoulder.

“But.. but we can’t go back to that time… we fucked with the timeline too much…”, he whimpers into her shoulder, another sob escaping him.

“Maybe… but you’re still you.”, she coos softly, rubbing calming circles on his back.

“We can’t go back, but we’re still us. I’m the same Mintypud from the game store, and you’re the same gamer who was obsessed over Biotic Wars for three years before you beat it.”

Mintypud gently kisses his head, something she’d always do to try and soothe him when days were particularly tough.

“You’re not Joosh, or JFutz, or whatever that asshole called himself. You’re not a millionaire, not a game developer, and not hated by your parents. Those are things of someone else. You are none of that. You merely had to jump into this role to blend in.”

“You’re still Josh Futturman, the idiot who ended up being my best friend despite all odds. The idiots who is loved by his parents beyond time and space. Yes, you are said to be the savior… And I believe that you can be that savior, if you just focus on being yourself, okay?”

Mintypud’s voice got shaky as well as she hugs him even tighter, as if she had to protect him from himself.

“And as long as we’re together, I’ll always remind you of who you are…”

It was late at night, the stars were shining brightly above them.

The wind was softly whistling through the grass surrounding them, and the only other sound that could be heard were Josh’s muffled sobbing into Mintypud’s shoulder, as well as her own sniffling.

The bracelet she had worked on earlier may still find it’s use after all.

After all, Josh loves Dinosaurs.

Divider here!

@joshfutturman | @saplesss-tree | @dotts-stuff | @leafletterr

I know y'all know it already from discord but sshhhhh

[thiinka]

Ok, I have seen TONS of posts about Josh Hutcherson complaining or observing that, “he didn’t do barely anything after Hunger Games! I wanted to see him in more stuff!” And with the new trailer for it, some want more Hutcherson content before the FNAF movie.

Well. I have a Hulu original (looks safe from the evil mouse merge)/yarr harr high seas (looks like at least 1337x has all 3 seasons) show recommendation for you. It’s taken up welcome space in my brain, for many good and funny reasons. I’m not a Hulu or executive producer Seth Rogan shill, this show is just surprisingly damn good.

Future Man, starring and produced by Josh Hutcherson.

Josh Hutcherson is Josh… Futturman, a janitor at a local biotech research lab which is doing work on curing all illnesses. He finishes a particular video game in his spare time, which turns out to be a scenario sent from the future to the past as a way to find someone to save humanity’s future. Future freedom fighters Tiger and Wolf, the other two main characters, time travel into his bedroom, and the story kicks off. Turns out the biotech research lab isn’t doing the good work it says it is.

Yes, there is time travel. Multiple forms of time travel are used in intelligent ways to the service of the story and the characters, not just to “be smarter than you.” Alternate timelines, doomed timeline individuals, altered main timelines, facilitated by multiple kinds of time travel devices with different capabilities. You’ve seen time cops done before, well here they are again but better and funnier. You’ve seen a time loop done before, well here it is again but with more horrifying implications.

Yes, the characters do start off fairly one-dimensional. You have a weak gamer, a strong woman, and a tough man. Then both the main characters and recurring side characters have arcs and development that make sense with their foundations and personalities, both individually and as a group. It’s consistent, they use skills they picked up in a time travel stint, plot lines that affected them come back. Same thing with the world setting. I really don't want to spoil it, it's so damn fun to see these guys pick up skills and traits.

Yes, the humor is ALSO very crude and sometimes fluid-based. A couple of the writers also worked on Sausage Party. I don’t have a lot of points here: if you’re ok with sex and nudity humor erring on the (well done!) practical effects gross-wise, go for it. If you’re not, I hope you can forgive me but this show might not be for you. However, some of these physical jokes come back for the sake of the story and character development, sometimes in surprising ways. For example, something that happens early season 1 comes back in mid season 2 to connect characters, and it's an incredibly touching payoff for how crude the setup was.

For having such crude humor, with such a tropey beginning to the story, with such basic characters, I was shocked by myself a couple episodes in: I was really invested in what these guys would do next and what would happen next. Wacky stuff happens every episode that still manages to logically follow what happened before. I know, it's the minimum for a fun show, but it was also emotionally engaging. I wanted to see these jackasses win and understand and work with each other! With the least amount of damage to themselves and the world! Their motivations change and shift and become more personal and come into conflict with the goals of others and their group! Holy shit, these are well written dynamic people who remember (or don't ;) ) things that happened to them!

Did I mention there are three complete seasons, each with its own different but logically connected arc, that it’s a finished story, and it was not cancelled midway through? Give it a shot!

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, JOE SHMOE. 🌓

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Peter

Age: 21

Pronouns: he/him

ooc contact: PetePepsi (Twitter and Tumblr)

other characters in xc: Josh Futturman, Mike Schmidt, Kurtsworld96

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Joe Seph (Real Name: Joe Schmoe)

age: Unknown (Appears Mid-30s)

pronouns: he/him

series: Original Character

canon point: N/A (Shortly before the events of hit film “Joe Schmoe Goes Hollywood,” circa 2010)

app triggers: mentions of parental death, mind control

personality: Joe is positive, friendly, and a little bit ditzy. He’s optimistic to a fault, and always eager to face whatever comes next for him. It’s very hard to get on his bad side, but if you do, he won’t do anything worse than giving you the cold shoulder. He doesn’t hold grudges. TL;DR — He’s a doll (literally)!

something your muse struggles with: Joe is extremely naive and far too trusting. His naïveté is perhaps his most obvious trait. He has an innate need to be helpful, and this need makes him easy to manipulate.

your muse’s greatest strength: On the flip side, his greatest strength is his kindness. Joe doesn’t judge others based on first impressions, and is always eager to lend a helping hand wherever and whenever he can. All you gotta do, is say his name. He also has a wide array of random skills in his arsenal, including cooking, cleaning, archery, painting — jack of all trades!

history/background:

The “Joe Schmoe” doll line began production in the 1980s, advertised as an idealistic everyman figure, as well as a fashion doll. Manufactured by Millenium Toys, Joe Schmoe quickly became a household name, with the dolls becoming a staple of many kids’ childhoods — including a boy named Caleb Howser.

In the early 2000s, the Howser family was struck with a horrible tragedy, Caleb’s mother very suddenly passing away. Caleb (10) and his father, Charlie, struggled to connect after this, with Charlie having to work more hours at his nursing job to keep them afloat, leaving Caleb home alone more often than not. One night, Caleb wishes upon a shooting star to have a friend who could help his family get through this, and the next morning he wakes up to find his favorite Joe Schmoe doll has come to life.

Joe isn’t cognizant of his time as a doll, but he was brought to life knowing he had a purpose, to help Caleb and Charlie heal and reconnect. Caleb, of course, tried to hide Joe from his dad, but through a series of wacky shenanigans, they were of course found out.

The boys would soon learn the conditions of Joe’s existence. If you say his name, he has to do whatever you tell him to do. He can’t be killed. He’s still mostly plastic. They give Joe a cover name to try to help him blend in, but he forgets it immediately and the first time someone asks who he is, he panics and says, “My name’s Joe! Joe… Seph.” And that fake name just sort of stuck.

Joe’s been on all sorts of wacky adventures with his family. He became a famous male model. He got roped into being on a cake baking show. He was kidnapped by the CIA who thought he was an alien android and tried to dissect him. He had a stint as a professional wrestler. He helped Caleb’s big city lawyer aunt learn the true meaning of Christmas. He taught a dog to play ping pong. He met The Muppets. He did a ski jump over a shark tank. He got really into LARPing that one time. He’s done it all!

Joe’s latest adventure finds him, Caleb (15), and Charlie on their way to a vacation in Los Angeles. But after Joe falls asleep on the plane, he wakes up in the Cosmiae. What sort of shenanigans will the doll get up to in this new world? Only time will tell…

powers/abilities:

Enhanced Abilities (Situational) — An aspect of the magic that keeps him alive, Joe is able to perform feats of extreme strength and agility, with a catch. If you say his name — his real name, Joe Schmoe — he has to follow whatever command follows, even if it includes feats that he wouldn’t normally be able to do. It’s like Ella Enchanted. He’s Ella Enchanted. (Must be verbal and in person. This doesn’t include things that could break the laws of physics. Batteries not included.)

inherent abilities:

• Functional Immortality — Joe isn’t human, he’s plastic, and is kept alive by magic. Due to this, he doesn’t age, and can’t be killed by usual means. The only way for Joe to die is for his heart to be damaged/destroyed.

items/weapons:

• Friendship Bracelet (made by Caleb, he’s worn it almost constantly for the past five years)

• Family Photo (of him, Caleb, and Charlie at the Grand Canyon)

• Joe Schmoe Doll Box (empty)

• Novelty Apron (a pink apron that says “I cook as good as I look!” on it, previously owned by Charlie’s wife)

• Pet Rock (it’s a rock with googly eyes on it, self explanatory)

starting ability: Enhanced Abilities (Situational)

starting item: Friendship Bracelet

extra:

peter apped in an oc can someone check hell to see if it froze over. important note is that in the hypothetical Joe Schmoe straight-to-dvd movie cinematic universe, caleb is played by child star josh hutcherson. please enjoy my new weird little man.

discord id: joe.seph.xc

[josephine-futturwoman]

Genuine question..are you like the genderbend of josh futturman, but I also saw posts like being flirty..? Someone explain me this plotline

*SIGHS LOUDLY* hey man, I understand why you’re confused, it’s okay! Kinda lazy to write this down for the 10th time but basically here:

Idk if you can say that I’m a genderbend of his or no?? Yes?? I dunno, But what’s important is that he’s not my twin. It’s confusing. Hope it’s not weirding you out!🤷‍♀️

Hope this helped!😅🩵