All I Got From That Is: “i Want You So Bad”

(I’m gonna look crazy to my jhutch followers..)

School spirits s2 teaser is FREAKING ME OUT.

why was Charley choking? who was on the hospital bed?? why was Xavier in a HOSPITAL GOWN. maddie and Wally’s kiss? WHY WAS THE FUCKING SCHOOL ON FIRE.

I’m crashing out and you’re telling me I have to wait till JANUARY??? GENUINELY WTF IS HAPPENING.

also sorry me tweaking is the first post from me in MONTHS..

OMGGGG i’m screaming thank you so much 🙏🙏❤️❤️

Can you recommend any writers for Josh that are the same level good as your fanfictions? <3

Hey so I made a list of jhutch fanfic recommendations a while back!!

All the fics on there are great, 100% on the "same level" as my work (or higher) I LOVE MY MUTUALS!! <3

Since making that list, though, I've started following a lot more jhutch writers, so here's some more people I recommend + my favorite piece(es) of work by them!!

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@starryhutcherson

"No Hablo Español" - a Clapton Davis fic (18+)

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@solarissun

"We are never, ever getting back together" - a Mike Schmidt (& Clapton Davis?) fic (18+)

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@ask-jhutchverse

(Doesn't really write whole fanfics; askbox project. Very silly little blurbs about all of the Jhutch characters living together. My fav is probably this one about Mike)

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@biblio-smia

(Literally just gonna link their masterlist because they have written SO much for Mike Schmidt + some stuff for Clapton that I loveee. I cannot possibly pick one or two)

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@freak-accident419

"Soft Spot" - a Derek Danforth fluff fic <3

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@janitorhutcherson

"Stoner!Mike Headcannons" (Y'all I'm obsessed with the idea of Mike Schmidt smoking I WILL be writing a fic based on this one day) (18+)

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@amentomensmut

"first time for everything" - another stoner Mike Schmidt fic... (obsessed) (18+)

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(To the mutuals I did not @ here, it's probably cuz you're on my old fanfic rec list and I didn't want to bother you with another tag. Still love y'all!!)

omg sorry sir 🙁

the amount of accounts of joshes characters are just feeding into my delusions

could I maaaaaaybe request a clapton/male!reader fic where clapton and the reader are close friends and the reader has a fat crush on clapton and clapton realises he also likes him back and stuff

Teenage Dream

WC: 1k

Warnings: just fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for your ask! I had a lot of fun writing this <3

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Clapton was attractive. No one could deny it. You definitely couldn’t blame the girls in your grade for being infatuated with him. But, it hurt seeing him give them attention back.

Ever since you met him when you were younger, you knew you felt differently towards him. It just took until your high school years to realize exactly what you felt.

Every time he laughed, you wanted to scream and rip all your hair out. Every time he looked at you with those… Big, painfully beautiful brown puppy eyes you wanted nothing more but to drop on your knees and confess your undying love for him.

But you never could. I mean, you're his best friend. And you weren't really sure if he would even fee that way towards you.

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You’re sitting on the floor of his room, Clapton lying down on his stomach. His missing assignments are spread in piles around you, seemingly never-ending. He groans, throwing his head against the carpet. “Ugh… This is so dumb!” You laugh, your stomach filling with butterflies as you watch the muscles in his arms flex as he erases half of his work.

You quickly shake your head, looking back down at your work. “Hey, you’re the one who didn’t do them in the first place!” He lets out another dramatic groan, scribbling down curse words all over his paper. “Maybe they shouldn’t give me so much work! I’m a very busy man!” You roll your eyes, leaning over to erase the words he scrawled all across the page.

“Busy doing what? Picking up girls?” You chuckle, covering up your jealousy. He glances over to you, an almost guilty look on his face. You both stare at each other for a few moments, before he glances away. “Leave some for the rest of us…” You add quickly, trying to scrub the awkwardness away.

His pencil stops scraping against his paper, and the room falls to dead silence. He doesn’t look at you while he speaks, “Talking about… that.” He pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. “Why… Why have you never had a girlfriend? I mean, you’re an attractive guy.”

Now your entire body is lit on fire. Attractive? He just said you’re attractive. You feel like you could run a marathon. You feel like you’re flying, soaring through the stars. You know your face is bright red, but luckily Clapton is too focused on the concerningly realistic penis he’s doodling on the corner of his math homework.

You shake your head, realizing you should probably give him an answer instead of sitting there like an idiot. “I don’t know… No one’s ever been interested.” He finally looks over at you, his face blank. “I’m sure there’s someone interested. I mean- I don’t know for sure- But... You know!” He stumbles out, his cheeks tinting a rosy pink shade.

You look over at him, smiling at his embarrassment. You’re not sure why he’s acting like this, but you don’t mind. You both sit in complete silence for a few minutes since you’re not too sure how to respond to that.

Out of nowhere, he quickly sits up, pushing himself off of his stomach. He scoots over to face you, looking into your eyes. “Okay… I’m sorry but… Can you be honest with me for a second…? Do you- Shit…” He speaks quickly, rambling and not making much sense. You raise your eyebrow at him, wondering why he’s stumbling over his words like a drunk college girl.

“Do… Oh my god.” He holds his head in his hands, and you can see him slightly trembling. “Spit it out..” You awkwardly laugh, rubbing his arm.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

Your whole world crumbles around you. What do you even say to that? Who told him? You never told a soul. Were you that obvious? He’s never going to talk to you again. Oh god, he hates you.

Millions of thoughts ping-pong back and forth through your head as you try to come up with any words that would help you get out of this situation.

“Fuck, you do.”

He stands up, backing away from you. He begins pacing back and forth, holding his head in his hands. You quickly stand up, unsure of what to do. You know this moment is the end of your friendship.

“Clapton- I’m sorry… Please… Please don’t hate me! I-“

“I do too!” He blurts out with no warning.

You freeze, your body going rigid. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. If your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest, and if you weren’t so sweaty, you would probably think you were living in a dream. You just stare at him, your jaw hanging open.

“What?”

“I like you…And… Recently I realized….You might too?” He stops pacing and starts fidgeting with his hands. He doesn’t look up at you, instead focusing on the hangnail he’s picking at.

You step closer to him, stopping a foot away. “I… I do.” He finally looks up, a relieved look washing over him. He sighs out and physically deflates. You step closer, and you reach out to take his hand in yours.

As you rub your thumb over his knuckles, you can feel him still shaking. “Are you.. okay?” He looks up and smiles, his face still flushed. “Yeah… This is just- Really new to me. I’ve never felt like this before…” You move his hand to cup your face, shuffling even closer.

“It’s okay. We... We can go slow.” You both stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. You’ve never imagined this would actually ever happen. You always assumed it was just some fantasy you had of your best friend. But it's real. He really has feelings for you.

Clapton finally swallows his nerves, slowly inching closer to you. His eyes flutter shut as he closes the gap between you. You lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you against him, the smell of his cologne consuming you.

The kiss is delicate and short-lived, but it’s everything you’ve ever imagined. He pulls back, his eyes glossed over and his hand still cupping your face.

Basically reading your mind Clapton clears his throat and speaks up, “That was better than anything I could’ve imagined.”

You giggle, and rest your foreheads against each other. Goofy smiles find their way to both of your faces. You both know it might be difficult, but you don’t care. As long as you both have each other, everything will be perfect.

We are never, ever getting back together (pt 3)

Afab!reader x Mike Schmidt 

pt 1 pt 2

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, slow burn, enemies to friends(?) Slight angst, mentions of custody/family issues, fluff, no use of y/n

A/N: I just wanted to say I'm so sorry for taking almost a year to write this. I was originally going to leave it unfinished, but it didn’t feel fair, plus I've been itching to write something. Sorry this is short, I felt like you guys deserved some clarity at least. Also, I’ve been practicing writing these past few months, so hopefully the quality has increased!

(I did change the tense, so I'm sorry for the difference from the prior parts.)

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Mike was never the type to lie. Ever. He wasn’t perfect all 6 years, but no one is. But, just hours ago he drunkenly admitted he lied to you for years. 

The lie ran through your head like poison, infecting your blood, and making it impossible to think. 

He was drunk. He could barely make it down the hall without your help. But, it was such an odd confession, and he said it with such conviction you had no choice but to believe it was the truth.  You had always believed drunken words were sober thoughts. 

Either way, those 5 little words caused you to call out sick to work the next day. How could you work? How could you walk through the fluorescent-lit halls and act like your world wasn’t torn apart just 12 hours before?

Clapton was still blowing up your phone with texts filled with worry and frustration. You felt bad, sure, but you just couldn’t deal with him.

You flipped open your phone, scrolling through the long slew of messages. 

“Why aren’t you answering me? Did I do smth?”

“U good?”

“Yea. I haven’t been feeling good recently, sry.”

It wasn’t just an excuse; you genuinely felt like shit. A heavy pit settled in your stomach, and a wave of exhaustion washed over you. The thought of confronting Mike loomed over you like a dark cloud. You knew you needed to talk, but the mere thought filled you with dread, tightening your chest and making it hard for you to breathe.

After long, restless hours in bed, the pain in your heart became unbearable, a heavy burden weighing you down. With a deep breath, you finally pushed the sheets aside and got up. The silence of the hall closed in around you as you approached Mike’s door. You hesitated briefly before knocking softly, the sound cutting through the stillness.

With every silent second, your heart pounded louder in your chest, and your palms grew slick with sweat. A chilling wave swept down your spine, tightening the grip of anxiety. The hairs on your arms prickled as the locks clicked and echoed in the silence. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the irrational fear that gripped you.

The door creaked open, and there stood Mike, silhouetted by the dim light behind him. You took a long look at him, your eyes tracing the dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing nothing but basketball shorts. His soft brown curls were a tangled mess, and his skin had an unusual greenish hue. With his eyebrows furrowed together in pain, you could tell that he was suffering from an awful hangover.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” You asked, unable to shake the feeling that he might have forgotten the words he said that carried so much meaning. 

Mike sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, I’ve been an ass, haven’t I?” he asked, regret evident in his voice. You chuckled softly, silently agreeing with him.

“It’s… Fine.”

“But, it’s not.” He said, his voice shaky, “You’re so… Good to me. You always have been.” You snapped your eyes up and looked into his. 

“I just… I just don’t understand why you’ve been this way, Mike.”

“I- God, things have just been a mess with Abbs and my Aunt.” 

“Mike…”

“I know. I know, it’s no excuse. I just... You were always my rock. You were the only one who could calm me down, who could help me work through my bullshit.” 

The hatred that simmered deep in your soul slowly melted out of your body the more he talked. The tension in your shoulders deflated, and a sad smile crawled across your face.

“Then why’d you leave me?”

Mike winced, your words stabbing through his beating heart. Before he could speak, you hesitantly brought up the prior night.

“You… You said something last night. That- There wasn’t another girl?”

His eyes widened and his pupils dilated. The horror in his eyes made it apparent that neither of you were ready to have this conversation.

“I think it’s best if you come in.” 

Minutes later, you found yourself situated on his couch, a mug of tea warming your shaking hands. Mike sat down next to you, now covered up with a black sweatshirt.

“Do… Do you remember the first custody battle? When they called you to testify and come to court for days.” He enunciated days like you didn’t remember the grueling weeks you two fought through together. Despite that, you nodded slowly.

“You had to take a gap year. You were so close to getting your teaching degree. It put you behind.”

“I remember.” 

“Well… Um.” He stuttered through his words, almost like it was painful to recount the past. “That week I left... It happened again. Jane tried to get custody. I just.. Couldn't put you through that again. You were on track to getting your dream job, for god's sake. So, I left.”

Your entire body froze as the world around you stopped spinning. Dizziness clouded your head, and your vision became blurry. It didn’t make sense—nothing he said made any sense to you. For two years, you had believed what he told you. You believed that heartless text he sent. You accepted every word.

“I… I don’t understand.”

“It wasn’t fair to drag you into my bullshit. I wanted to protect you and protect Abby. I thought the best way was to get you away from me. I was like a black hole. I sucked the life out of you.” 

“Mike- That’s not true!”

“It is, though! I mean look at you! You have everything. You have your dream career, your dream apartment. Your life became better when I left.”

“Because I had to! That year, I lost everything! I lost my whole world, Mike! I loved you! Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve helped! I would’ve done anything for you!”

“That’s exactly why I left!” You flinched back, your eyebrows furrowed together. “I just couldn’t watch you interrupt your life for me. Interrupt your dreams. I couldn’t even protect my own sister. How could I sit there and ruin your life, too?”

You wanted to push him, yell at him, but you could tell he was in pain. You could tell guilt was eating him alive, you could tell he was aching. You didn’t want him to feel worse for his actions. But you needed him to know how you felt. You needed him to know how the hole in your heart he left almost consumed you.

“Mike… I spent almost 3 years hating you. Hating myself. I hated myself because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. You should’ve told me.”

“Good enough? You were too good for me! Hell, you still are. I treated you like shit. I ruined your life! And you still care for me. You still helped me in my lowest moments. You’re beautiful and sweet, and god, you’re just.. An angel. I never deserved you.” He could barely look you in the eyes.

Before your brain could process, and beg you to stop, your hand reached up to cup his jaw. Your thumb drew circles on his skin. His eyes flicked up to yours and his eyebrows shot up his forehead.

“That never stopped me from loving you.” His eyes shone in the apartment lights, illuminating the flicks of gold. As much as you hated him, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. You wanted to stare at him for hours. You wanted to study each crease and wrinkle of his face. You wanted so desperately to count each of his freckles. “Was there really no one else?”

“God, no. There was only ever you.” 

You sighed, the weight of the past slowly lifting off of you. You couldn’t fully trust him, and you knew you could never go back to before. But your heart still screamed for him. It still longed for him. “I wish you didn’t lie to me.”

“Me too.”

Your thumb continued to stroke his soft skin. It was dangerous to be so close. You and Mike knew it. But, it felt right. It felt natural. It felt like two lost puzzle pieces were finally fitting together.

A text notification pinged throughout the room, echoing in the silence. You quickly pulled away and cleared your throat. Mike's eye twitched as he grabbed his phone off the counter. The color in his face drained quickly.

“Shit- It’s Jane.” 

You sighed and looked away from him. “Okay. I should… Go, anyway.”

“Hold on- I’ll walk you out.” He stood up, speed walking to his front door. Before you stepped out, you quickly turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pressed your chest against him, breathing in his cologne. 

He hesitated slightly, worried you would turn to dust if he dared to touch you. After a heartbeat, he gave in. You stood in his doorway, his face tucked into your neck, yours pressed against his chest. His heart beat against his ribs, matching the flutter of yours.

Footsteps echoing against the walls of the apartment hall caused you to tear away from Mike's embrace. 

Clapton stood in the hall, a shopping bag in his hand.

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The room was filled with awkward silence, unspoken apologies, and a tension you couldn’t cut with a chainsaw. Clapton sat on your couch, paralleling your earlier conversation with Mike. He sat there, his leg bouncing up and down quickly.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Clapton quickly cut you off. “I know.”

Bewildered, your eyebrows raised and wrinkles appeared on your forehead. “You- What? Know what?” “That you,” He swallowed. “Used me. I ran into Mike at 7-Eleven yesterday. He told me he moved in next door.”

Your eyes were wide, and guilt began gnawing at your stomach. “Clapton- I- I’m so sorry…”

His eyes were soft, but his lips were downturned. “I get it. I’ve- had my moments like that. Trying to get back at an ex…”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, biting down on the plush skin. “You've sent glitter bombs over to someone's house and fucked someone so loud you dented your wall?” Clapton’s eyes widened and he chuckled.

“Well- I- That’s original.” Now it was your turn to laugh, though the sound felt hollow and insincere. He was right. You acted like a middle-schooler. For god's sake, you were a teacher. You were supposed to be the responsible one, the one guiding the next generation to success and maturity. But you were instead getting fucked at 3 am and sending prank packages to get back at an ex. The moment you had that revelation, a wave of nausea washed over you, twisting your stomach into knots. You were an awful, sad excuse of a fucking human.

Clapton's large hand suddenly resting on your shoulder grounded you, just slightly. “Hey, it’s okay.”

You looked up at him, your heart racing and your palms trembling ever so slightly. “You’re not mad?”

Clapton laughs, almost bitterly. “I mean- I was. But I’m just- disappointed mostly. I know how much you love- loved Mike, but did it have to be me?”

You clenched your jaw together and looked away, eyes focused on the world outside. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. As you shifted your focus back to him, you were drawn into the depths of his warm, brown eyes. You searched for an ounce of understanding.

“It’s… I get it.” Despite the disappointment and betrayal you saw deep in his irises, he still smiled. Clapton was always like that. He had always hidden how he truly felt behind sickly sweet words. “I still want to be friends.” Even with his lie about understanding what you did, you could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice; he was sincere about being your friend. You felt relieved that he valued your friendship as much as you did his.

“I’d like that.” 

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You were completely drained, every ounce of energy drained from your body. Having two heart-to-hearts with the most important people in your life weighed on you immensely. For now, all you wanted to do was sleep. You wanted desperately for your life to go back to normal, before Mike lied to you, before you almost wrecked your relationship with Clapton. Back when times were simple.

Despite the turmoil in your heart, a part of you was still glad. There was still hope with Mike. But, did you want there to be? The haunting doubts nagged at you: What if he lied to you again? What if he shuts down, reinforcing those walls that had torn you apart? The uncertainty tightened its grip, leaving you torn between yearning and fear.

Could you still love him after what happened? Did he still love you?

Even with the countless questions racing through your head, exhaustion took hold, and your heavy eyelids finally surrendered. For the first time in weeks, a rare calm washed over you, finally granting you a peaceful sleep.

he’d 100% throw the craziest fucking parties

I think we all should write stories of Derek in college that man was probably a menace back then too

my favorite discord moments

felt this so hard

HES SO UNDERRATED 😞😞

someone NEEDS to make a Sean account

he’s the only one we’re missing ☹️☹️

his freckles are so cute i’m going insane

HIS FRECKLES LAWWWD HAVE MERCYYYY

also why is this picture better than my eyesight 🧍‍♂️