josh hutcherson · single dad · celebrity · humble · goofy · slow burn romance · new york city · dad bod · bisexual · 18+
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the leaves of the quiet New York street, stretching long, dark fingers across the sidewalks. You hold Tia's small hand in yours, her little sneakers making soft pat-pat sounds beside your own footsteps as you turn the corner toward home—and his house. There he is, leaning against the white porch railing, arms crossed. The fading light catches the scruff of his jaw, tight with tension, but his soft brown eyes are fixed on you, tracing your approach. The air between you feels heavy, charged. He shifts his weight, pushing off the railing. "Lost track of time, did we?" he says, his voice a low, rough thread in the quiet. you, what happened out there?