#josh hutcherson renaissance

[sceletaflores]

five nights in 5,000 different positions

[jhutchsversion]

and if he only has 10 minutes of screen time? i’ll be seated for it.

[agavekitten]

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Summary - You're Abby's Favorite Daycare Attendent!

Pairing - Mike Schmidt x Fem! Reader

Warnings- All fluff!

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Every day felt the same, gray, uncomfortable and cold. Nothing seemed to bring the warmth like it used to. Even getting out of bed feels like a chore. I rubbed my eyes, staring into the darkness of the room around me. The soft blankets coddled around me were the only things keeping me from feeling the light cold air around me. I could only let out a sigh as I thought about the day ahead of me. The same old same old, wake up, work, clean then sleep. Over and over again until I could feel nothing. 

Today was one of those days, where I felt nothing. I didn't even notice that I got out of bed and had already gotten dressed. It was like a blur, like everything around me is simply a picture and none of it is real. It’s almost nice to think of it like that - a picture. It makes the things around you more interesting, a painting can be anything you interpret it as. It can be beautiful with every stroke of the paint having meaning and purpose. Or, there is the other interpretation, the one that makes the world look sad and unappealing with bland colors and concepts. But, I didn't like to think of it that way. If I'm going to live in my own fantasy world and believe that the world is a painting, it's going to be a happy colorful one damn it. 

I stepped out of the room and made my way to the bathroom, god I looked terrible. My hair looked like a bird just laid eggs in it and my face was swollen from the night's rest. I’ve always been hypocritical about how I looked, but today it was just a joke. Did my look matter that much? Not really in the grand scheme of things but to me it was important. I work at a daycare and the thought of a parent thinking I looked like a bum on the street and questioning if I had good hygiene made me want to throw up. I spent the first hour and a half trying to make myself look better. I finally felt like a person again as I put my hair up. I gave myself a small smile in the mirror and it immediately fell.

*buzz buzz* 

I looked down at my phone and saw the time, shit. I was late to work, again. I never woke up early to get ready and make myself feel like a person again. Now that I think about it, that's a bit of a problem. I went to the front door and grabbed my bag then rushed out the door. My job was the one thing that I really truly loved. Seeing the kids' faces light up when I enter the room and rush over to me to ask to play with them was always a highlight. It made me feel like my life did have purpose. All these kids relied on me while their parents worked or had a day to themselves, I’ve even become quite attached to a few of them. There was one kid that I look forward to seeing everyday, her name was Abby. She always had a smile on her face when she saw me grabbing my shirt practically begging if we could draw together. I would always spend most of my time drawing and playing games with her while the other daycare attendants played with the other kids. Abby didn't have a lot of friends and besides with you, she was often really quiet. I smiled at the thought of seeing Abby today. She should already be there by the time I walk through the daycare door. 

And just as I suspected, when I came through the door, there she was. A big smile on her face, her hair curled slightly and she had on a pair of cute overalls. “Hey Abbs!” I gave her a soft smile and opened my arms. She came running over and gave me a huge squeeze. “I thought you weren't going to be here today, I got sad.” Abby said, looking up at me with her large doe eyes. I moved my hand to her head, messing up her hair a bit. “You know I don't miss a day kiddo.” She giggled in response, “come draw with me Y/N! I've been waiting all morning! I have an amazing idea of what kind of cats we can draw today” Abby dragged you over to the table with all the art supplies spewed about. That was Abby and I’s thing, drawing cats in different scenarios. You know pirate cats, president cats, the whole works. “What were you thinking?” I sat next to her and smiled. She made a small drumroll on the table with her fingers. “....zombie cats.” We both went silent as we looked at eachother then let out a small giggle. “Zombie cats it is then.” We spent that afternoon drawing zombie cats in different scenarios, zombie cats in the grocery store, getting hair cuts, driving cars and my personal favorite two zombie cats that were dressed like Abby and I. 

“Y/N?” Abby put her green crayon down. 

“Yes Abby?”

“You should meet my brother, he would like you.” Abby had the most serious look on her face and I giggled. “Really? Now why's that?” 

“Well I like you and you're my friend so why wouldn't he like you.” She picked her crayon back up and continued to draw, “he likes all my friends.”

 “He seems like a very nice Abby, I would love to meet him.” I gave her a soft smile.

“Abby?”

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This is my first fanfic so please be gentle….

yes there will be a part 2!!!

[freak-accident419]

i am the biggest derek danforth apologist

i need him (inside of me)

[milkywaygalaxygurl]

Comfort - Peeta Mellark

Purely self indulgent fic, I’m not doing the best right now and I wish I just had Peeta here to give me a hug :( sorry if there’s any typos or anything! fyi, i will take requests! i write for a lot of different characters so just ask if i will and i might! i don’t really have any restrictions on what i’ll write about minus smut:)

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Female!Reader

Warnings: maybe OOC!Peeta?, mentions of trauma but no description, pure fluff, idk if there’s anything else lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 600(?)

Like I said, purely self indulgent. (Y/N) is sad and Peeta is a Sad Baby™ himself and understands how to comfort (Y/N) because of it.

Peeta could tell you were upset the second he laid eyes on you. Your smile when greeting him wasn’t as bright as it usually was and you seemed distracted, like you weren’t really present, when Peeta began talking about his day. He always seemed to pick up on your moods, even when you tried hiding the fact that you’re upset from him. Dealing with his own traumas and bad days had caused him to be able to spot yours in seconds.

“(Y/N)?” He says your name softly, so as to not startle you, and smiles softly when you turn to look at him. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, tilting his head as he studies your features.

“Are you doing alright, my love?” His voice is soft, so gentle, and it causes the dam to break. Tears begin to slide down your cheeks as you shake your head, a sob racking your body. Peeta gathers you up in his arms and pulls you into his lap, holding you tight against his body.

“It’s alright, it’s okay, I’m here.” He kisses the side of your head, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back while he rocks you slightly. He feels his heart tighten as another sob falls from your lips, his hold on you tightening.

“If you’re feeling up to it, we can talk about what’s bothering you. Don’t force yourself to if you don’t want to, okay? We can always talk about it later.” Peeta pulls you away from his body so he can see your face and smiles softly at you, wiping the tears off your cheeks. You smile weakly at him, trying to convey to him that you were grateful for his comfort.

“I-I think I j-just need to c-cry.” Peeta nods his head in understanding, kissing your forehead. He pulls you into him again, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words in your ear. Your sobs eventually subside, but tears still fall from your eyes as you hold tightly to Peeta. He doesn’t let you leave his arms until you’re no longer crying, but even then he doesn’t stop taking care of you. He draws you a warm bath with scented bath salts, ones he knows help calm you down. Once you’re seated in the bath, he whispers about anything that comes to mind to distract you from the bad thoughts as he washes your hair. After the bath, he helps you into the clothes you always prefer when having a rough day.

“Thank you.” You whisper to him when you’re settled in bed, your head tucked into his chest and his arms around you. One of the things you loved most about Peeta was his ability to be so kind, so loving, without even thinking about it. It was just in his nature to be that way and it made you fall head over heels for him the first time you witnessed it.

“Of course, my love.” His whispered reply makes you pull back from his chest to look up at him, pure adoration and love in your eyes for this puppy dog of a man you called your boyfriend.

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips split into a lovesick grin. His smile mirrors your own as he pulls you into a gentle kiss, trying to put all his love into the gesture.

“I love you more than you could ever know.” His murmured reply is all you hear before you’re slipping off into a much needed rest.

[lanadel-heyyy]

bro his wittle freckles make me wanna —

[number-0-iz]

Me @ Josh Hutcherson in his renaissance era as he deserves:

[oolhan]

ok i love jimmy fallon but when do we get josh hutcherson on hot ones devouring those wings

[iluvfemcels]

Something I’m convinced every girl can agree on is that Josh Hutcherson is fit as fuck

[w3bheadz]

Hii, could you write an angst/fluff with Mike Schmidt x f!reader who is his neighbour and Abby's babysitter? Mike and the reader have feelings for each other and they don't know how to act around each other, specially Mike who acts awkwardly around the reader.

Reader's sister (you can call her Sara) passed away years ago when she had Abby's age —what makes her so affectionate towards Abby and comprehensive towards Mike — and seeing the reader getting along with Abby and helping them with money sometimes makes him wonder if she has pity on them. One day he questions her about it and, even though she denies it, he is not convinced, being rude to her, making her leaving the house and not return for a while. Abby starts to ask for her and, realizing that his actions hurt the two girls of his life, he shows up at her door, apologizing, and, after some confessions, and as the reader talks about how he hurt her, he interrupts her with a kiss.

(Sorry if I wrote something wrong, english is not my first language 🥲 and thx for considering my request)

hi i'm so sorry this took so long, its been almost a year but i kind of died off here 💀 anyways yeah i hope you like this!!

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It had been a long day for Mike Schmidt. Juggling his job, caring for his little sister Abby, and the strange but undeniable feelings he harbored for his neighbor, you, were weighing on him. You had been there for them for months now, helping with Abby when Mike worked late shifts, taking her to the park, and even slipping money into their hands when times were tough. Mike always felt a strange tension when you were around, a mixture of gratitude and discomfort, but lately, something darker had crept in—self-doubt.

You knocked softly on his door, a warm smile in place as Abby came rushing to greet you. “Y/N!” she shouted, throwing her arms around your legs. You smiled and crouched down to hug her back, her energy a balm to the heaviness in your chest.

“Hey, Abby!” you said, running your fingers through her hair. “You ready for movie night?”

Mike stood awkwardly at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching you and Abby with a mixture of warmth and something unspoken. He couldn’t deny how good you were with Abby, how natural you were in their lives. But the more you helped, the more he wondered if you felt pity for them. And tonight, the doubt gnawed at him more than ever.

He swallowed hard before speaking, voice tense. “You, uh, don’t have to keep doing this, you know?”

You looked up, confused. “Doing what?”

“Helping us out. Watching Abby. Giving us money.” His voice hardened, and he dropped his gaze, hands fidgeting. “I don’t want you feeling like you owe us anything… or like you’re doing this out of pity.”

Your heart sank, but you stood up, brushing off your jeans, Abby still holding onto your hand. “Mike… it’s not pity. I care about you both—”

“Yeah?” Mike interrupted, his tone sharper than he intended. “It sure feels like pity. Maybe you feel sorry for the girl with no mom or the guy who can’t get his life together.”

His words hit you like a slap. You blinked, trying to compose yourself, feeling a sting behind your eyes. “Is that really what you think?”

Mike’s jaw clenched, his body tense. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Hurt bloomed in your chest. You wanted to tell him why you were so attached to Abby, why you couldn’t help but be there for her, but his words cut too deep. You took a breath and stepped back, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. “You think this is pity? Fine. I’ll stay out of your way.”

Without another word, you turned and walked out, Abby’s confused gaze following you as Mike just stood there, frozen. The door closed behind you with a finality that made Mike’s stomach drop.

The days that followed were quiet. Too quiet.

Abby asked about you constantly, her little voice laced with confusion and sadness. “When is Y/N coming back?”

Mike didn’t have an answer. Every time she asked, guilt twisted tighter in his chest. He had pushed you away, let his own insecurities lash out at the one person who had been a constant light in their lives. And in doing so, he had hurt not only you, but Abby as well.

It wasn’t long before he realized he had to make things right.

Standing at your front door, Mike took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He raised his hand to knock, then hesitated. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if he had messed things up beyond repair? But then he thought of Abby’s sad eyes, and how much he missed you too, and before he could second-guess himself again, he knocked.

You opened the door, surprise flickering across your face when you saw him standing there, looking like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Mike?” Your voice was soft, wary.

“Hey,” he said awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I, uh… I’m sorry. For what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “It sure seemed like you meant it.”

He winced at your words, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I… I didn’t. I just… I’m not good at this, okay? I don’t know how to act around you.” He looked at you, his eyes filled with vulnerability. “You’ve been nothing but kind to us, and I twisted it into something ugly because… because I’m scared.”

“Scared?” you echoed, confusion and hurt still laced in your voice.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Scared that maybe you’d realize I’m not worth it. That Abby’s not worth it. That we’re just… too much.” His voice cracked slightly, and he looked away.

You softened, stepping closer to him. “Mike… I don’t help you because I pity you. I help you because I care. You’re worth it. Both of you.”

For a moment, silence hung between you. Then you spoke, your voice quiet but firm. “But you hurt me. What you said… it made me feel like all the time I’ve spent with you, with Abby… it didn’t matter.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do with these feelings.”

“What feelings?” you asked, your heart pounding as you took another step toward him.

Mike looked up, meeting your gaze. His eyes were full of something raw, something you hadn’t quite seen before. “These feelings I have for you. They scare me. I don’t know how to be… this. I don’t know how to let someone in.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart hammering in your chest. “Mike, you—”

But before you could finish, he stepped forward, closing the distance between you, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if he wasn’t sure he had the right, but then it deepened, filled with all the things he hadn’t been able to say. All the fear, all the longing, all the hope.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I don’t want to push you away. I need you.”

You smiled softly, your heart full as you cupped his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Mike. But you need to let me in.”

He nodded, his eyes full of unspoken promises. And for the first time in a long time, you both felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[sceletaflores]

he’s such a pathetic squirmy worm of a man. i need him under me immediately.

[jhutchsversion]

“josh hutcherson has been casted in-”

[joemothersfavoritechild]

“don’t leave” mike schmidt x reader

-mike schmidt x childhood best friend reader

-a couple words probably

an: um.. hey guys. first off, i’m sorry that i completely abandoned my mike fic. i’m still very much obsessed with him, but the obligation of doing it and hoping that people would like it freaked me out. sorry :)))

on another note, here’s a little something that i wanted to share. i got my inspiration from a tiktok comment lmao. also this is a one shot, i have no motivation for another one (maybe MAYBE an epilogue).

also where tf did you guys go? ik i stopped posting but that doesn’t mean that you’re allowed to :(

summary: you’re about to leave for college when your childhood friend texts you.

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i’m here

The text was a little jarring. The blinding light of your phone reminds you of the fluorescent lights of the high school you just graduated from. It’s been two months since you wore the cap and gown and it was time to start becoming an adult. You looked back towards the box, marked with your name, as you tossed a pair of socks into it.

You were packing to leave. You had lucked out, with a scholarship to a college that was widely out of your price range and states away. You worked your ass off and it meant something, it was a dream. You’d have free housing on campus and finally get to see what it was like to be on your own. As you looked back at your phone, you wondered if maybe it was a nightmare.

Mike had texted you, your best friend of years. You’d met when you were seven when you’d moved into his neighborhood. You were young and scared but Mike pulled you down the street and you never looked back. You’ve gone through literally everything together, puberty, fights, and that one time in middle school when you dated (but don’t talk about).

You were sixteen when you realized that you were in love with him. The two of you were at his house, watching tv on the couch while his parents were gone, which was most of the time. You can’t remember what you were watching, it was probably some shitty action movie that he had been bugging you about. You were laid down across the couch, legs in his lap, not paying attention to the screen. You felt his hands on you, rubbing into the skin of your calves. Taking in a sharp breath from your nose, you realize that this isn’t something that “normal” friends feel. The realization laid heavy in your chest for years, far too scared to lose him if you said something.

Now you were going to lose him anyway. You’d be gone for four years, a lot could happen in that time. People say that they’ll still talk, text every day, but you know it’s a crock of shit. People change and fall out of touch in a few months, who knows what could happen in years. Maybe he’d realize he was better off without his friend who was constantly staring at him. Maybe he’d get an actual girlfriend, or maybe you’d be able to move on.

You narrowed your eyes at the words on your screen, what was he doing here? It was like 3 am and you were leaving in the morning. You’d already said your goodbyes. Mike was staying in town, saying that he’d rather start working than go to college. He’d never admit it, but you knew it was because he couldn’t afford it.

You left your phone as you stood up from the ground and creeped out of your room. Your parents were sleeping, like you should’ve been, but you were a procrastinator at heart and put off your packing till the last minute. You slowly closed your door behind you, tiptoeing to the front door.

Holding your breath, you inched the front door open. Mike was standing there, staring at the ground, his bike thrown carelessly behind him. He looked up as he heard the door. Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance, was he crying? It was dark, all the lights were off, but you could see a familiar glisten in his eyes. You slipped out onto the front porch, shutting the door with a quiet click.

“Mike?” You asked, not sure what was happening.

He gave you a small smile, “Hey.”

You gave him an uncertain smile of your own, crossing your arms around yourself to try to warm up. The air was bitter and whipped at your skin.

“What’s going on?” You asked quietly.

He looked away from you, letting out a deep sigh. You watched his every move, noticing the fast pace of his breath.

“I- I just. I’m going to miss you.” He whispered, his voice wobbling.

You couldn’t respond as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, knocking the air from your lungs. You quickly reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his middle. He nuzzled his face into your neck, wetting the t-shirt you wore. Now you knew he was crying. He was practically shaking in your arms, and you couldn’t help but feel tears of your own fill your eyes.

Mike was all you’ve known for a decade, your dearest friend. You’d be moving in with strangers and having to start from scratch. In all the excitement, you didn’t realize that you would be leaving him alone. You sniffled as you cried harder.

“I’m not leaving forever, you can visit. And you’ll always be my best friend.”

He scoffed into your shoulder, momentarily stunning you. Had you said something? Was he not wanting to visit? Your mind raced as he was silent.

“Jesus, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” He said, almost knocking the wind out of you.

What the hell was he talking about? Your world shattered as he held you closer, crying a little more into your shirt. You weren’t sure what to say. He was saying everything you’d wanted to hear at the worst moment. You’d be states away from him for years.

You pulled him closer with a hand on the back of his neck, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks. You laughed a little at the irony, a back-door confession at its finest. You responded quickly, the words leaving your mouth before your brain could catch up.

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because I have to leave in a few hours and I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you.”

He shook in your hands as he cried harder.

“Great timing, huh?” He joked softly.

You let out a silent laugh that turned into a sigh. Looking at the dreary view of your neighborhood after dark, you imagined a world where you weren’t the scared sixteen-year-old girl who couldn’t make eye contact with him for a week after realizing she liked him. Would you have been able to have a few good years? You imagined him asking you to prom, kissing him goodbye in the school parking lot, cuddling on couches when it would mean something.

“This sucks.” You muttered.

“Absolutely.” He responded, pulling himself off of your neck so he could see you. He gave you a sad smile, holding your face in his hand, as he swiped your tears away with his thumb.

You looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to say. Then his mouth was on yours, your eyes closing out of instinct. It was complete desperation; wet and salty from the crying that the two of you had been doing. You pulled him closer, feeling something warm pool in your stomach. He held you closer in his hands.

You might not have had any idea of what you were supposed to do after this, or what it meant for the two of you, but all that mattered was this moment. His scent, his taste, and the way he felt on your lips. Thoughts of road trips and unpacking were forgotten, the only thing that surrounded you was Mike.

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** i still don’t give you permission to use my work as your own. this belongs to @joemothersfavoritechild **

[waywardangel-wilds]

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[lanadel-heyyy]

how am i supposed to teach my content when all my students want to do is talk about josh hutcherson and SO DO I !!!!!