Every minute in the pitt my man robinavitch is trying to take a piss and someone is standing in his way. won't somebody please think of his prostate? I NEVER stop thinking about his prostate and how i could contribute to the health thereof
not proofread in the slightest, wrote this as basically a single train of thought
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Little Dennis always had to hide his secret. He could barely even admit it to himself, he definitely couldn’t show it to anyone.
Well— for at least a while.
It’s one of those days in the ED where they all are going everywhere, don’t have time to sit and definitely don’t have time to talk. Dennis is exhausted, not just in a heavy work day kinda way, in an utterly miserable and empty pit in his stomach kind of way, but everyone’s like that so he’s not much different, except he is. He is because when he finally sneaks away from his lunch he goes back up to where he had been sleeping before Trinity let him move in. Sitting on one of the beds, a single apple that had a single bite taken out of it while he stared blankly at the wall ahead of him.
It’s hard being burned out but it’s even harder when you’re trying to stop yourself from sobbing and sucking your thumb like a baby. God. He was not a bad. He— it was disgusting. It was disgraceful. That’s what he knows his mother would say. He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t relax, not like that. He had to fight it.
He didn’t notice that Robby had basically had the same idea. A granola bar that he had shoved in his pocket was his only snack but like damn he was gonna eat it in peace. Robby came in quietly but even then Dennis heard him, straightening up and letting out a little shutter as he tried to collect himself and swallow his mushy apple in his mouth.
“Whittaker?” Robby called out and Dennis moved from his criss-cross leg position to put his legs over the side, like he was gonna stand.
“I’m sorry. I— I know this area is off limits. I just— I’m sorry.” Dennis’s words came out jumbled and the more he spoke the more he felt small, like a weight was being pressed down on his brain. It was pathetic. Robby made him feel safe, even if he had just spooked him so even if he was freaking the fuck out, a small part of him beamed that the older was there.
“You aren’t in trouble. It’s— fine. Shit. You don’t look so good.” Robby muttered as he got closer. At the closer proximity Dennis flinched away, the staring alone feeling like too much. Especially with his eyes doing that glassy thing it always did the further he fell down.
“I—I’m just tired.” Dennis whispered.
“No shit. We all are.” Robby replied and Dennis gave a sharp nod as his response.
It was quiet for a moment, maybe not a moment, it may had been a few moments if he’s honest. Dennis isn’t very good at keeping track of time when he’s like this. “Whittaker.” Robby calls out and there is a lace of not only confusion but concern in his tone. Dennis gives a gentle hum as he blinked and finally remet Robby’s eye contact and that’s when Robby’s face softened, not that Dennis really saw it. His vision’s a little blurry but he honestly couldn’t really tell you why, thinking felt kinda hard right now.
“Dennis?” Robby called out gently again. Taking a step closer to the intern. “You gotta tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. I’m not a mind reader.” It doesn’t come off annoyed, the way his tone is makes Dennis want to smile, no one’s ever talked to him so sweetly, not when he was like this. It made Dennis wanna trust him, this was all hard and right now if he was honest, he didn’t think going downstairs was an option. “You gotta use your words Dennis.” Robby says, holding a sense of authority and structure that Dennis craved. Dennis gives him a small nod, the first real sign that he was even actually listening in a while.
“I don’t know how to—“ Dennis paused his words because everything felt so jumbled. Robby didn’t miss the little look of confusion on Dennis’s face but he stayed quiet, patient, because well fuck, god forbid he have a favorite intern and give him all the time in the world to tell him what’s wrong so he can help fix whatever is going on in that pretty head of his. “Sometimes— I get small.” Dennis said. “It— it just happens and I don’t really know how to make it stop.” Robby frowned.
“I need you to try and explain it a little more for me Dennis.” Robby said because Robby could be open, he could understand, he just needed Dennis to give him something to actually try and understand besides vague secret wording.
“M’small up here.” Dennis whispered and he pointed a finger up to his head. “It’s— it has a name. I saw it online. Had to google it because it kept happening and my ex kept saying it wasn’t n-normal.” Dennis was kind of blabbering unnecessary information now but Robby didn’t stop him. “But it is normal. It— it’s kinda normal. I found a lots and lots of people who do it. I don’t do it exactly like them though. I— I don’t mean to go down like this, just happens.” Dennis said. “Makes me feel small. Like— like when I was a kid. But I— I’m not a baby.” Dennis furrowed his brow a little as he said that part, like he expected Robby to shout that he was back at him for whatever reason. Robby stayed silent for a moment, he’ll admit he was a little confused but here was Dennis who, with the growing lingering silence, curled back a little, his bottom lip wobbling as the glossy eyes became watery. “M’trying to make it stop. M’trying r’igh’now.” Dennis can barely talk now, or it least it feels like that to him.
“Hey. No. I’m—“ Robby says quickly and he paused to collect his words. “You don’t have to stop. It’s normal right?” Dennis gave a little nod but the lip wobbling didn’t stop. “Do you have someone who— watches you?” Dennis shook his head. “Are you supposed to?” Robby asked because it was a good question, if he was in a foggy state like this he should have someone watching him.
“I think.” Dennis replied.
“Why don’t you?” Robby asked and a single tear rolled down the younger’s cheek.
“It’s weird.” Dennis replied and his tone felt so stern even with the wavering voice. “It’s— it’s weird.” He said it louder this time. “It’s weird. I’m weird. I’m—“ The statement quickly turned into a babbling phrase, filled with much self-hatred that Robby didn’t think twice as he finally closed the distance and wrapped his arms around the other. Dennis let out a sharp sob and curled his fingers into the other’s clothes, snot starting to pour from his nose as he pushed his head into his collar. Robby shushed him, a gently noise meant to bring comfort. A wounded sound was all Robby got as a response from the other but it was more than he expected.
They stayed like that for a while until Robby pulled Dennis back because the older man was getting worried that at the angle his face was, Dennis may not have been getting air. Robby couldn’t stop himself from wiping gently at his cheeks at the fallen tears and Dennis leaned into it. “Shift’s basically over.” Robby said. “We’ll head down, clock out and go to my place, yeah?” Dennis nodded at the plan, because Robby smelled like wood and smoke and a comforting musk and he wanted him to hold him in his arms again.
Robby returns from his sabbatical and learns that Dennis has not only split from Amy—but that it ended badly. "She said she didn't need another baby to take care of," Dennis confesses tearily. He is, of course, referring to his age regression.
Fell a little too deep down into the Age regression Hucklerobby so enjoy.
Dennis and Robby had fond their groove when it came to Dennis regressing, they had been dating for a while and Robby was finding his feet as the Caregiver, as daddy. At first Dennis would be shy, reluctant to do the things he did alone like using a pacifer, a sippy cup, or even watching his cartoons. He also referred to Robby as 'Wobby' the first few times but as the trust was built, and Dennis showed more of himself, 'Wobby' became 'Daddy'.
Something about having Dennis calling him daddy and reaching out to him when he was needy fixed something in Robby's heart. Now the townhouse was full of cuddly toys, colouring books and baby supplies, Robby couldnt have been happier.
What Robby didnt expect though was how much of big Dennis appeared in Little Dennis, the tendencies he assumed were something he just did not a character trait. Dennis always cared for others, he always put other people first, including his boyfirend Robby. Little Dennis also put people first, he liked to care for his daddy the best way he could. It surprised Robby at first, he would say he got used to it but he never actually did.
Robby was in the kitchen cutting up peppers for their stir fry, a sure way to get little Dennis to eat his vegetables, when he slipped, cutting his finger and swore in pain. he sucked the blood and began to cut again as Dennis appeared from watching his cartoon in the lounge and pulled at Robby's arm.
"Daddy swear."
"Sorry Dennis, i just cut my finger, i'm ok."
"Den see?"
Robby couldnt say no to is big puppy eyes and dropped the knife to show Dennis his finger with a faint red cut. Dennis grabbed his hand with both of his, dropping the pig stuffie he had dragged with him and inspected it with intense focus. Dennis then pulled the injury to his both and kissed it before wandering off back to the lounge, Robby smiled but went back to preparing dinner. That was until Dennis had returned with his toy medical bag Robby had gotten him as a joke when they first started exploring this. Robby watched as little Dennis checked his fingers heartbeat, injected it the pretend syringe and then put a bear plaster on it and kissed it once more.
"Dr Dennis fix the boo boo."
Robby laughed in reply and thanked the doctor before his doctor walked back to the lounge to watch his cartoon. Robby finished preparing their dinner, he couldnt stop smiling at the childish bandaid.
They were playing on the floor with Dennis's tractors when Robby could feel the beginning of hunger attack him, he was on the floor though and didnt feel like getting up right now. His stomach must have made a small growl as Dennis sat up straight away.
"Daddy hungry?"
"No im fine Den, we can play till lunch time ok?"
He continued to roll his chosen tractor across the carpet, his eyes caught Dennis get up and walk to the kitchen and returned with a bag of soft chips from his snack basket. Dennis sat back down next to Robby and began to eat his snack, Robby watched from the corner of his eye confused.
"Den hungry now."
"That's ok baby, its good you got a snack."
Dennis turned to Robby and ate slowly, repeatedly glancing at Robby and he couldnt figure out why.
"Mmm, really good daddy."
"Thats good."
"very yummy."
"Im glad?"
"Daddy try?"
"No, I'm ok, Dennis, they're yours."
"Daddy say ahh."
Just like that Robby ate over half of the bag left fed by his baby boy who smiled the whole time. Once the bag was finished, Dennis screwed it up walking it to the trash, talking to himself.
"Daddy not hungry now, Den fix."
After a long shift and playing with Dennis all evening, Robby was tired but Dennis still had a load of energy to get out, he wasnt tired. They were watching the Lion King and cuddling on the sofa, Robby repeatedly had to shake himself awake every few minutes. This time as he woke up Dennis was gone, Robby began to panic a bit.
"Dennis!"
To reply to his call, Dennis walked back to the sofa with his arms full of a blanket that he placed over Robby and shoved his pig stuffie under his daddy's arm.
"Den, what are you doing."
"Shh daddy, storytime."
He had a book that was in their bedtime rotation about a kangaroo looking for his mommy, Dennis shuffled closer to his daddy and opened the book. Dennis focused heavily on the book but mostly showed the pictures to Robby instead of reading it.
"Look daddy, baby Kangaroo met Koala bear."
"Now he meet a crocodile daddy, they go snap snap."
"theres his mommy, do you see daddy?"
Robby pretended that he was doing the best job and reacted at the right parts still confused what was happening. It was only when Dennis climbed up and placed a kiss on his dads forehead that Robby recognised the bedtime routine he performed on the younger man.
"Daddy sleep now."
"Ok, thank you baby."
Robby pulled Dennis in under his arm and let him snuggle on his chest as he drifted off more grateful than anything that not only did this man love him enough to date him but trusted him to care for him when he was this vulnerable, that he wanted to take care of Robby.
Ok. What you're gonna want to do is chop up a cucumber and put it in a bowl. Then you're gonna sprinkle a generous portion of salt on top. Then you're gonna drizzle them with a balsamic vinaigrette and gently shake to combine, leaving you with a cool and refreshing summer snack. In 15 seconds dangerous and burly men are going to drag me away to an unknown second location. Remember everything I've taught you. I love you
On Saturday I said to my partner, as I have said for months, "A ten thousand dollar a year raise would solve so many of my problems."
As of this morning I was reluctantly looking for jobs because I love my job and don't want to leave it, but see: $10k raise problem solver.
As of noon today this was no longer an issue, because my boss called me with the news that I was getting a $10K merit raise.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is roughly $200 extra per paycheck. Enough to pay off debt faster, rebuild my savings, and spend a weekend a month in Milwaukee getting obscenely laid. The sex I'm going to have on $200 extra per paycheck. You can't even.
May all of you get the $10K raise your soul has yearned for. And whatever level of sex you can be satisfied with for $200.
'they'd find us in a week, ( lay here for years or for hours )'
oneshot - mike struggles to let you get close, but when your hands brush against his hair, he realises that he may not be able to keep you at arms length forever (1.7k words)
pairing - mike schmidt (five nights at freddy's) & gn!reader
tags - ok basically this whole thing was 'mike gets sleepy when you play with his hair because my headcanon is that his mom used to do it when he was younger', pre-established friendship verging on relationship, lingering feelings, pure fluff
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you knew mike wasn’t really the super affectionate type, or at least. . . not with you, yet. each week you’d come over, he’d inch a little closer towards you on the sofa. every time, you felt your heart rate pick up. he felt so close yet so far.
this night, he was the closest he’d ever been. your eyes drift over to the armchair where he used to sit himself when you first visited, and then to him, inches from you now on the sofa. you often treated the situation like mike was an animal, your hand outstretched waiting patiently for him to sniff, get used to your scent maybe. one wrong move and he’d scamper away. you operated on his time, at his pace.
.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.
his leg touches yours and you feel your face heat up at the innocent touch. you dare not glance towards him, relax, you think to yourself. mike probably thought nothing of it. but when you do glance despite your best efforts, you notice the red on his cheeks too.
you try to suppress a smile.
the room was lit with only small flickers from the television in his living room, some mindless action film playing. it was his suggestion, and you let him, loving the way his face lit up when he tried to explain the plot to you in a sheepish manner. his dad used to watch it with him, he said. it felt special that he wanted to share this with you, even if it wasn’t the best movie in the world, it would turn out to be one of your favourites anyway.
you try to focus, settling back into the sofa as you rest your elbow back onto the base of the sofa behind you, supporting your head as your cheek rests against your palm. your eyes drift to mike, watching him as he eyes the television with deep interest. he’s got that sleepy look he usually has and your eyes begin to study his face a little closer now that you’ve got the opportunity.
the dark bags under his eyes hadn’t gotten any better, in fact, they looked a little worse. but that leads you onto his freckles, one. . . two. . . three. . . four. . . more than you could count, dotted across his nose and cheeks. they were your favourite of his features, little constellations you wanted to connect, his face infinitely more interesting than any of the old stars in the night sky.
his stubble was growing a little long, longer than you’d seen it before - maybe tomorrow was his usual shaving day. you wouldn’t tell him, but you thought he suited it at this length. a part of you wonders what it would feel like against your own cheek, but you quickly swat that thought from your mind.
but god, his eyelashes. they were long, dark and delicate. with each blink, you wonder if mike knew how truly beautiful he actually was. he was handsome sure, but he was also incredibly beautiful. not just in looks either, he was beautiful in the way that he’d save you an extra donut - your favourite kind, he’d swerve in the road to avoid birds, he’d send you pictures of things that reminded him of you with no caption or explanation.
you loosen up, lifting your face from your hand. your fingers twitch, itching to reach out and touch his hair. that would be weird, right? but he’s so close. his head is almost resting on your shoulder. should you?
before you have a chance to stop yourself, your fingers briefly brush through a curl on his head and immediately he flinches back.
fuck. you’ve lost him. he’s scampered away.
mike looks at you with what you think to be an angered expression. his brows knit together, leaning away from you as his eyes glance from your hand to you.
“i’m. . . i’m sorry i-“ you begin to say in defence, feeling embarrassed.
mike continues to eye you cautiously. how could he tell you the kinds of feelings that stirred for him?
suddenly he’s just a boy again. he’s had another nightmare. his mom is beside him in his cramped single bed with patterned dinosaur sheets, her hand on his soft curls at the base of his head. her touch is delicate, like he’s delicate. fingers dancing through curls, mike’s eyelids flutter closed as she hums a familiar, comforting tune.
no one’s touched his hair since then. no one.
well, no one except you. right now.
he’s not sure whether to be angry or to be upset. to snap at you or to apologise for his own reaction. he can feel the sadness bubbling in his stomach, spreading up to his chest. he hadn’t thought about this in so long, convinced he’d never be comforted in that way ever again - or maybe it was that he’d never let himself be comforted like that ever again. yet here he was, craving it.
at this point, you’re convinced it’s over. he’s going to ask you to leave. you crossed a line. there was nothing here between you and him. you wanted to apologise again, but what was the use?
“did you just touch my hair?” he finally spoke up, voice softer than you expected it to be.
you swallow hard, “yeah, sorry, i just- i dunno. . .” your words fall away from you again.
mike visibly relaxes, his shoulders loosening up. “it’s okay,” he glances at your hand once more, then back to you as if he’s trying to decide something, “you can. . . if you want to.”
eyes widening, you simply stare back at him, what? you’re stunned into silence for a few moments. you’ve never heard him so soft, almost vulnerable. his gaze continues to flicker to you then away, settling back on the television and returning to the position he was in before with his head close to your shoulder. there’s a hint of red on his cheeks. you can tell he’s. . . scared.
your hand inches closer again, fingertips grazing across his dark, soft curls. immediately you see him take a deep breath through his nose, you can’t figure out what he’s feeling. secretly, he’s feeling relief.
each touch is ghost-like, hardly making contact as you switch between examining his reaction and then back to his hair. once it’s been a minute and you both relax into the interaction, you sink your hands in a little deeper as his hair glides between your fingers with ease. you flinch a little as your fingers reach scalp, splaying your fingers across his skin.
his eyes flutter closed, head slumping forward a little. you smile, drifting your nails across his head gently until you find a curl between your pointer and index finger. you twist it around, letting your fingers comb through it.
mike feels goosebumps pepper up along the back of his neck, soft tingling raining delicately along his scalp. he focuses on the soft, tender sensation of your fingers. suddenly he realises that for once, his mind is quiet. it’s not running ahead, it’s not jumping over hurdles he’d placed for himself, it’s not reliving anything, he’s. . . simply existing here, in this moment, with you.
and he’s letting you. mike isn’t shying away from the touch, instinctively rejecting any form of care. instead, he’s relishing it. his head rests against your shoulder in a final act of defeat, breathing softening to a slow pace.
if it wasn’t so goddamn relaxing, he’d probably allow himself to feel emotional. it had been so long since anyone had cared for him like this, taken the time, or even tried. his walls had grown so high that he was convinced no one would ever dare try to climb them, and if they did he’d snipe them down with a single, devastating shot.
but you? you kept climbing, taking those shots like a champ and continuing to climb anyway. slowly, but surely. and it was almost as though mike never saw you coming. like you were over that wall in a flash - waiting patiently for him to beckon you down to the other side.
and here he was as you approached.
mike’s hand finds your leg in his sleepy haze and gently, sheepishly, lets his fingertips trail across the fabric there. like he’s trying to return the favour.
this simply makes you smile.
your fingers continue to trace small shapes in his hair, a heart, a circle, a square. . . and then all your fingers at once combing through his thick curls. you can’t help but watch the way his head sinks deeper and deeper against your shoulder as he gives in to sensation.
for the first time in forever, he feels sleep beckoning him without the use of pills or any other sleep aids. just you, your simple touch and your body heat accompanying him. it’s incredibly adorable to you, watching him settle underneath your touch. his touch on your leg falters, slowing down to a halt after a short while.
gingerly, your hand snakes to the front of his scalp, running through the curls covering his forehead and exposing the skin there as if to take a peek at his face. your eyes widen and you smile as you see his eyes gently closed, mouth half open. was he. . . sleeping? he’d fallen asleep against you, your fingers still in his hair. and you wouldn’t dare stop. you’d do this forever if time and the world allowed.
it was the most peaceful you’d ever seen him, evoking deep feelings of protectiveness. mike deserved better than what this life gave him, or rather, took from him. you’d do anything to make him feel at peace, even for a little while. what little you could offer to ease the burden, you’d give.
you rest your cheek down against the top of his head, letting your own eyes close - your hands now on the back of his head, playing with the curls that settle there naturally. trying your best, you keep up the soft touches of your fingertips as long as you’re able to before sleep inevitably comes for you too. it comes in waves, your head growing heavier against mike’s as he breathes out light snores.
before long, slumber sweeps you away. both of you laying contently against the other in a sleepy bundle.
tomorrow, you’d both have to face the world, but for now? this moment was yours. and in sleep, mike would pray you’d be there when he awoke.
little did he know, you’d never want to leave his side ever again.
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!
Read under cut!
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.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
A new Roller skate rink opened in their hometown, and Abby is desperate to go there and learn.
Mike's against it and stands his ground for the longest time, until Ness shows up and sides with Abby.
And despite Mike not knowing how to skate himself (he kept it secret for the longest time), he might even end up in the rink himself.
Tags:
DreamTheory (ship), securitywaiter - Freeform, they're going roller skating, it was abbys idea, Mike can't skate if his life depended on it, Ness is a natural though, Ness comforting Mike, very very slight angst, Mike blames himself, Ness is number one comforter, Abby, is just vibing honestly, Mike's getting lost in thought a lot, Ness keeps snapping him back into reality, oh and they fall, as they should - Freeform, How is everyone so oblivious about Mike's crush on Ness, I doubt even Mike knows it's called "having a crush", Mike is jealous too, mutual pining but it's semi subtle, Mutual Pining
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Mike was sleeping on the job, stupidly making a deal with the Ghost Children.
As he tried to right his wrong in the same dream, he get's woken up by a familiar voice, crying for help.
Tags:
DreamTheory (ship), securitywaiter - Freeform, They're at Freddy's, Mike's dreaming, Incoherent, i probably mixed up a lot, i wrote this at 3am, don't expect it to make much sense, not proof read we die like Garrett
My first fnaf oneshot to be published ever! Literally wrote this and passed out, I don't know how coherent this is, have mercy
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