Dear Josh Hutcherson,
You owe me a new set of ovaries considering you directly caused this
to happen.
Love,
Your fans
Clapton Davis
Josh Hutcherson Drabble
All I have to say is that watching Josh be athletic has to be one of the hottest things on the planet. He gets the ball and dribbles to the other side of the court moving around his competitors with ease. His small stature is actually a gift in this.
His fluid motions on the court always leave me breathless. He glances my way and throws a smirk at me, I know he’s trying to impress me. What he doesn’t know is that he doesn’t even need to try. He is all sweaty and his cheeks are flushed and he couldn’t be more attractive.
He licks his lips as he passes the ball to Andre. I don’t even pay attention to anyone else. But he is so attentitive. Watching the whole court. Watching everyone’s movements. He sees and opening and raises his arm high, to let his teammates know he’s open.
Within seconds the ball flies into his hands and with ease he shoots. The barely hits the rim as it goes through. Another three point shot. He whoops in excitement with his team, while the losers groan in frustration. I just laugh.
“Till next time, guys.” Josh says. While shaking hands with the other team he winks my way.
He jogs over to me.
“Hey, babe.” He says reaching in for a hug. I playfully shriek and keep him at arms length.
“What makes you think I want a sweat hug from you?” I said, mischievously.
“Aw, you know you want me.” He wiggles his eyebrows. I roll me eyes and allow the sweaty hug. I wrap my arms tightly around his broad shoulders. His sweaty shirt clung to his body and I could feel his muscles. Sure, he smelled and the sweat got onto my neck, but it was still nice. Any hug from Josh was.
He kissed my cheek as he pulled away and then took my hand in his. He picked up his duffle bag as we headed towards his car.
“Alright. Lunch for the victor!” he announced proudly. It was loud enough that a few other people in the park turn to glare at us. I roll my eyes and laughed.
“Stop being a hooligan, Josh.” I joked as I bumped my hip into his. He returned the favor with a grin.
“Where to, angel?” He said, using a cheesy nickname that he had become accustomed to lately.
“Anywhere with you.” I pecked him on the lips, tore my hand from his and I ran to the car. “Last one to the car has to pay!” I called back laughing.
“Damn, stop cheating you little devil!” He yelled as he took off behind me. I reached his car first, a little winded but he was right behind. He turned me around to face him, pinning me between the car and his body. I bit my bottom lip and looked up at him.
“Now, Kentucky. What exactly am I? An angel or the devil?” He smirked.
He leaned down and kissed me. His lips working passionately against mine. I curled my fingers through his short hair, pushing my body closer to his. He felt so good. I ran my tongue against his lips and he moaned opening up his mouth. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss more I pulled away. He groaned.
“Both.” He said breathlessly. “Definitely both.”
Bringing this back just because I freaking love this pic.
Tangled and Chicken Noodle Soup
A Josh Hutcherson One-shot
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“Why?” You asked, no one in particular. You were sick. Really sick, but too stubborn to go to the hospital. It was near pitch black in your bedroom, although it was almost mid-day because you pulled the curtains together. The light affected your headache.
You tweeted:
I feel sooooooo sick. :( Meh.
You had gained a lot of followers once you started dating Josh Hutcherson last year.
You turned on the TV and saw an annoying show and gave up, clicking it off.
Maybe I’ll just take a nap, You thought. As your eyes started to close.
A little while later you awoke and your throat was completely dry. You tried to cough and rolled over to your night stand. You completely downed the bottle of water and cursed yourself because now you had to get up and get some more.
“Noooo.” You moaned into your pillow.
You heard you bedroom door open and you attempted to throw your pillow at the attacker.
But it only landed two feet away, considering you had no strength in your arms.
Then you saw that, oh so familiar face peek through the door.
“Hey, babe.” Josh said with a smile. You shoved your head into the pillow again.
“Go away.” You mumbled. Josh laughed.
“What?”
“Go away. I look like a night-troll.” You could metaphorically hear him roll his eyes.
“You don’t look like a night-troll, I can guarantee that.” His voice was now right next to your bed.
“Well, I feel like a night-troll.” You complained. You looked up and Josh pecked you on the forehead.
“Damn, you’re burning up.”
Instead of making a Madonna reference you said:
“Yeah, that generally happens when you’re sick.”
“Glad to know you can still be sarcastic.” Josh said, chuckling to himself and he made his way into your bathroom. You heard water running and him rummaging through the cupboard.
“Glad to know you’re still…” You brain went black from it’s normal smart-alec way. “Damn attractive… You know it’s too difficult to insult you. You’re perfect.” Josh came back into the room.
“I’m not perfect.” He said as he laid a warm washcloth on your forehead.
“Oh, yeah. You’re right. It’s just that all your flaws, I find extreamly attractive.” You paused for a minute admiring him. He shouldn’t be here. He’s filming a new movie and can’t get sick. You repeated the last phrase in your head. “Joshua! You shouldn’t be here! Step away from the sickling!”
“What?”
“You’re filming! You can’t get sick.”
“I don’t care.”
“Yeah, but I do.”
“I’m your boyfriend, this is my job.”
“Your job is to make movies and not get sick and-“
“To take care of you when you need it. No arguments.” He flashed you a smile and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“Jerk.” He laughed.
“Now do you want to see your presents or not?” Your eyes widened at ‘presents.’ “There’s my girl.” He grabbed a plastic bag from the floor, which you hadn’t seen previously. He sat next to you on the bed. “Now, I brought Sprite, chicken noodle soup,” he placed both objects on the bedside table. You began to smile more. “I also have cough drops, acetaminophen, tissues and… drum roll please?”
You did a pathetic attempt at a drum roll.
“Da-da-da DA! Disney movies!” He grabbed another bag from by his foot, which was holding the dvds.
“You’re amazing.”
“Yeah, I know.” He said. You wanted to kiss him more than anything for being so thoughtful, but under the circumstances you knew you couldn’t.
He made you take the acetaminophen to bring down your fever, set you up and then left to go make the soup.
You tweeted again:
Told @jhutch1992 that I was sick and he brought by soup and Disney movies. Best boyfriend ever.
After you sent the tweet you realized that his fans might freak out, but you pushed it from your mind as Josh came in with the soup.
He put in Tangled and crawled into bed with you wrapping an arm around you while you ate as you quoted the movie, mouthing the songs that you’d normally be singing along.
Once you finished the soup you set it aside and look at Josh.
“I love you.” He smiled.
“I love you too.” He kissed your forehead. “Looks like the fever’s going down.”
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PS: Yes, I wrote this because I’m extreamly sick right now and wish this would happen.
I regret nothing.
PPS: To my winners of the challenge I will be writing your One-shots and Imagine soon, but as I am under the weather that might be a few days. Thank you for your patience.
Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,
Princess Conseula Banana Hammock.
My lovely followers. The time has come for your first challenge.
Be prepared to fight to the death.
For your first task you must defeat a dragon…
Just kidding but instead I will have you guess the last song I listened to from The Hunger Games Sound Track.
What will you get if you answer correctly?
That is a very nice question. You all are so smart.
The first two winners to guess the correct song I will write a personal One-Shot for.
Now, now, now. Before we are too hasty we must remember that in any challenge there are rules to follow.
RULES:
- You must be following me. I will make no exceptions and I will confirm this.
- Once You have won you will have to have a basic plot as to how you would like your One-Shot to be written.
First prize is for two lucky followers which is a personalized One-Shot.
Second prize for one lucky follower is a personalized Imagine.
Followers.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
~Princess Conseula Banana Hammock
Be prepared followers, your Princess has a challenge for you all.
In a few minutes I will post a challenge and that challenge with end with a prize.
Stay tuned for the challenge and followers?
May the odds be ever in your favor.
~Princess Conseula Banana Hammock
Anon asked if I deleted “Sir Hutcherson.” I did not and here it is again. <3
Sir Hutcherson
by
http://oh-my-josh-i-love-him-so.tumblr.com/
A Josh Hutcherson One-Shot
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“Babe, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” You replied. Your voice was flat and emotionless. A tell-tale sign that something was wrong.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and that was true. On the outside your strong wall built a tough exterior, hiding the pain away the pain away from anyone. Normally you could get by with a small smile and an “I’m fine.” But that’s because no one payed attention to your soft eyes. They eyes were screaming for help. Pleading for someone to listen. Just looking in your eyes and anyone could see what you were thinking.
Maybe I do need to loose wight. I do have some pudge. I’m not pretty enough to be with Josh, just look at my nose! Why is with me? He’ll find someone prettier and better, someone who deserves him. I’m just not good enough. I’m a nobody.
You walked past Josh and walked calmly into the bathroom. The bathroom in the hotel room was so small and cramped you felt as if you were locked in. You loved being on tour with the Josh, going to all The Hunger Games movie premiers around the world, but you had absolutely no privacy. Going from airplanes to hotel rooms everyday you had no where you could just sit and think. At this point in time, you didn’t want to think. You wanted to be held. You wanted to cuddle into Josh’s chest and fall asleep and forget about the comments you just read.
I’d like to take a moment of silence to honor Tyler Shields’ amazing photography.
Four for you, Tyler Shields. You go Tyler Shields!
