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#josh hutcherson my beloved
thisdreamsalive · 5 months
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In light of the Josh Hutcherson renaissance, does it kill anyone else that we didn't get to see more of him as Steve in CDF? If they had made a more faithful adaptation (maybe for slightly older audiences) I think he would have been phenomenal
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futureman · 6 months
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no one be surprised or alarmed if i write a few fnaf fics for mike schmidt, i have brain rot
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depression-is-a-bitch · 7 months
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get to know me 🤗🤗🤗
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janitorhutcherson · 5 months
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i'm totally NOT touch starved so IM TOTALLY NOT asking for peeta mellark and touch starved reader... totally NOT. (i love your writing sm ☺️)
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i am FINALLY giving the people what they want!! i know this isn't a whole fic/imagine but instead headcanons, BUT! it is finally peeta. i promise there will be more peeta content in the future. im working my way through the movies again and im about to reread the books, i want to be accurate about his portrayal so y'all feel like its more realistic, but here is a lil taste of what is to come! i rly hope you enjoy <3 btw!! this takes place after EVERYTHING in the books. ur basically katiness.
• Peeta is a huge softy, he's cuddly, loving, affectionate, and definitely touch starved himself. He's the type of guy to mostly have his own contact with you in some way. Sometimes he will grip onto your arm, he'll have his arm around your shoulder or your waist, or even just grip onto your shirt. When you're sitting on the couch, he opts to sit hip to hip even when the entirety of the couch is empty. When you're not cuddling in bed, you're facing opposite sides, sleeping butt-to-butt. Even with that being said, sometimes Peeta needed some space, his own bubble. You, however, did not love that.
• This is exactly why it was somewhat difficult for Peeta to understand touchstarved!reader. Regardless of how close you were, you needed more. Anytime you're walking in the district, rather it's to pick up some ingredients for the bakery or simply a leisurely walk, if he opted not to hold on to you in some way, you'd freak a little. You'd grip onto his hand, either squeezing it in yours or holding onto his larger fingers.
• Whenever dishes were being done or chores were tended to, you would wrap your arms around his waist from behind or follow him at the heel. You were desperate for his attention, his affection, his touch. Without it, you felt cold and disconnected. His touch pleased the ache that prickled against your skin from years of desperately wanting to be held.
• At night, you'd squeeze up under his arm. Your head would be tucked into his armpit, your arms wrapped around him as you tugged him close, closing your eyes and taking in his smell. When you'd fall asleep facing away from each other, Peeta wouldn't even notice you flip over to face him once he was fast asleep, curling up against him, squeezing him tightly like your life depended on it.
• In all honesty? It felt like your life did depend on it. You were a tribute alongside with Peeta, you'd both been through hell and back together. You had nightmares and he was the only one that could ground them. Part of your touch starved desperation came from the times you were alone, afraid, for yourself, for your lover. It was difficult.
• A lot of nights Peeta would ensure he'd hold you close, all too aware that he was the cure to your nightly insanity. This made you feel better, softer, warmer. On days when you were simply cuddling in bed together, you felt like you couldn't get enough. Your legs would be tangled with his, your foreheads touching, arms wrapped around one another. But nothing felt good enough. In instances like these, you would climb into his shirt, sticking your head through the hole for his own head, one that was stretched out from the many times you'd done this, one he specifically designated as his lounge shirt for this reason. Other times you would both strip your clothes off, cuddling skin to skin while Peeta would stroke your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.
• All in all, Peeta is a gentle and caring lover, understanding of your needs. He'd do his best to meet them, even when it meant staying glued to your hip. He loved you, the history you two had, the stuff you'd been through, and he'd do anything to ensure your happiness and your safety. After all, you were who saved him, who kept him grounded as well, the love of his life... but, his thoughts are for another story.
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bugcuti3 · 4 months
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He’s a lover your honor 🍞
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munsonsfairy · 5 months
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peeta mellark 🍯🍞🐈☕️
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joshs-big-toe · 4 months
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yall i watched fallon last night for him and im beyond glad i did. he’s unbelievably pretty i cannot do this shit anymore
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chipsinsalsa · 1 year
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A little something to get your imagination going for the next fic I’m working on 😉 will be combining a previous idea for a plot with just Josh instead of Peeta this time around :)
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bogeymangrandy · 6 months
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babygirl your gorgeous brown eyes and slightly confused demeanor have changed me in ways i have previously thought impossible
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ahses2ahes · 5 months
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So, I’m thinking… Josh Hutchinson just being a total sub. All cute and adorable and dumb with this big puppy eyes. Like this photo:
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The way he looks? Those big dopey eyes? I wanna ruin him. So this came to mind. (Warnings: bondage, blind folding, overstimulation, mommy kink (he calls reader mama), collar & leash, vibrators, titty sucking, it’s raunchy guys… seriously, be careful. Also, this isn’t meant for just Josh Hutchison, technically, it could literally be any of his appropriate characters I just love those dopey little puppy eyes.)
Josh comes home from work one day, but he’s in trouble and doesn’t know it yet. He did something or another (in my head it’s he jerked off with a clean pair of panties which meant he broke a rule and dirtied perfectly fine panties so he is in a lot of trouble) and the first thing you do when you get him is act all soft and nice. You give him some soft kisses, give him some sweet smiles, so that when you pull out a leash and collar, he’s excited. And that’s because he doesn’t know what’s coming…
So you get it on him, get him nakey. You give him some soft kisses as you tie his hands to each post of the bed. He is all smiley and excited until you pull up the pair of ruined panties. Poor boys eyes widen and he is giving you that sorry puppy look. So, you tied a vibrator to his dick. But you make it worse by blindfolding him. So since he wants to masturbate and be a whore you leave him. You go grocery shopping do whatever all the while he is at home unable to control himself or stop himself from cumming over and over again!
By the time you get homeand untie him he is so fucked out and so dumb that he can barely even form words. The only real sentance he can say is “Mama, ‘m sorry, mama,” as he nuzzles into your tits. So you let him fuck you and suck on your tits while you play with his hair and pet him.
I dunno what took over there. A demon? A monster? Idk but whatever happened it made this.
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lile6969 · 1 month
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He’s not even like hot anymore 😀 he’s just REALLY fucking adorable, like it makes my wanna cry
(Especially that last one AHHH :(()
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thisdreamsalive · 1 year
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The CDF movie might have been a shit show but I think the score actually captured the vibes of the books really well
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milkywaygalaxygurl · 5 months
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Comfort - Peeta Mellark
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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.
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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.
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schmidtsbimbo · 3 months
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★Peeta Mellark Headcanons★
𖦹 Warnings: Mentions of the orange peel theory so maybe look it up if you don’t know what that is, nothing else this man could do no wrong
⋆。°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated♡
―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: this is incredibly short but i had to get it out of my system i miss peeta its been rotting my brain, also i promise I’ll get to my requests eventually :p
This has not been proofread ^_^
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Peeta who can’t keep his hands off you. Not necessarily in a sexual manner, he’s just simply yearning for your reassurance and the comfort of your presence. Weather it’s locking pinkies together while you walk alongside each other or simply playing with your hair while you sleep
Peeta who would do absolutely anything for you. That orange peeling trend on tiktok is kinda what made me want to write this because omg??? He heard you complain once about how sticky your hands get when you peel them and he hasn’t let you peel yourself one since. That man would run into a house fire just to get you that orange. He’d plant his own orange tree, tending and caring for it just for you if he could
Peeta who never comes home without brining you some kind of gift. If he’s in town and finds a small trinket he thinks you’ll like, you bet he’s getting it for you. Picking flowers on his way home simply because they’re your favorite color and picking up a small rock because it was kinda shaped like a heart, anything he thought you’d like he’d get for you in a heartbeat
Peeta who enjoys your presence no matter what you’re doing together. You could be quietly reading a book and he’d lay on the opposite side of the bed just admiring you as your eyes are glued to the page. Completely oblivious to his gaze on you, his eyes reflecting appreciation and fondness with every lingering look
Peeta who loves seeing you in his clothes. He’s coming home after working on the garden you guys started together and can’t help but just beam at the sight of you cooking in one of his t-shirts. You’d wake up missing him a bit more than usual that morning and start looking for anything of his, smiling fondly at his familiar scent as you slip on his t-shirt and begin your day
Peeta who always brings you back a small treat from the bakery, weather it’s your favorite bread or a cupcake decorated especially for you with small hearts and smiley faces, he always makes sure to never come home empty handed
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satans-kneecap · 5 months
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Pinterest again 😔
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sleepyashelio · 4 months
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everlark 💘
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