she told my dad to look at her like josh looks at jen


- Gil’s Panel:

  • He opened signing a prince eric song that he sang at vancon from the little mermaid broadway show & i was so impressed with his voice (x)
  • Then he started walking around to say hi to everyone & i almost died because he stopped to say hi to me & my sister (x)
  • He asked who i was looking forward to seeing the most and when i told him sean i felt bad even though he was just teasing me (x)
  • But honestly he was so nice and funny (x)
  • Also he kept joking that “none of this stuff gets online” (sarcastically) meaning he had to watch what he said (x)

- Adam’s Panel:

  • Adam thought he was going to be a generic dad on the show and was very confused when oncers spammed him about being Hook’s dad (x)
  • Someone asked if he was worried to have an outfit like colin’s & he said he was actually excited to find out he would have leather pants (x)
  • I asked what he would say to Emma if he ever met her and he said to take care of his boy since he didn’t do a very good job (x)
    • He would want Emma to come to him for anything that Killian needed so he could try to help him, even if Killian never forgave him (x)
  • He also said that tonight at the karaoke party he would try to do the dirty dancing lift again that he attempted with Karen at vancon (x)

- Raphael’s Panel:

  • It was also kind of funny but awkward when he didn’t realize that Jen & colin weren’t coming… (x)
  • He said to ask Jen something when she comes & mentioned her broadway show, said we’ll eventually meet her, & that she’ll be on tv Sunday… (x)
  • He was saying how sweet it was w/ ginny + josh walking her down the aisle and said that Jen looked “traffic-stopping” beautiful (x)

- Once Upon a Karaoke Party

@KarenDavid @ACroasdell succeeded at doing the dirty dancing lift! (and don’t worry karen no underwear were shown (x)

Karen looked so cute last night and honestly was smiling the WHOLE time (x)

@GilMcKinney had such a beautiful voice (x)

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Chapter 9 - Can A Man and Woman Be Just Friends?

Disclaimer: Hello to my fellow Joshifer shippers and tumblr users. I’ve decided to get things up and running again with Joshifer by publishing chapter 9. If you are still with me on my fanfiction, which I’m praying you are, then I hope you enjoy this chapter. There’s more to come, don’t worry. Don’t forget to like, reblog and share! xo.

I arrived home less than ten minutes later, covered in sweat. To my surprise, my parents arrived before I did and were sitting at the dining table; they both smiled, chuckling as I unclipped Lulu’s chain, allowing the basset hound to collapse, exhausted, by my mother’s feet. My mom abandoned the shiny black quilted Chanel purse I’d bought for her birthday, reaching down to stroke Lulu’s fur.

“She’s beat.” Mom laughed, her fingers skimming along the dog’s back. “What’d you do? Run a marathon?”

“Kinda.” I conceded, mopping the sweat off my brow. “I was in a hurry to get home. Josh is dropping by in a couple of minutes.” I smile sheepishly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course we won’t.” My dad said, lowering the newspaper. “We did invite his family after all. It’s just a little earlier than we were expecting.”

“You what?”

“We sent them invitations via email two weeks ago.” My mother confirmed. She got up and refilled Lulu’s water bowl at the kitchen sink. “Michelle said she couldn’t come, neither can Chris. So it’s totally okay if it’s just Josh. At least we have a member of the Hutcherson family here.”

I stared at them, flabbergasted. They hadn’t mentioned inviting my best friend and his family over, not in the last hundred text messages or phone calls we exchanged. Oh well. I shrug, attempting to pass off the gesture as nonchalance. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Can I help with anything before I do?”

“No, honey. Go on up. We’re all good.”

“Okay.” Without further ado, I went upstairs. I grabbed a quick change of clothes and headed for the communal bathroom. During the years that my brothers and I shared the bathroom, it had been messy, hectic; with clothes everywhere, toothbrushes strewn all over the sink.

Now, it was pristine. My mother had repainted the walls, although still in the same colour. The room emitted a pleasant, floral smell. By the corner of the bathtub lay a stack of neatly folded fresh towels and on the sink was a vase of lilies.

Grinning slightly, I shed my clothes and hopped into the shower. After an hour beneath the sun, it felt good to wash away the sweat. I lingered in the shower a little longer than usual, kneading the shampoo carefully into my hair and scrubbing the soap onto my skin.

As soon as I finished, I turned off the tap, clambering carefully out of the tub. While I was towelling off, taking great care to drain water from my hair, I heard a familiar voice. Holding my breath, I sidled closer to the door, pressing my ear against the wood.

“Josh, sweetie, come on in!”

I gasped.

“Happy birthday, Karen. I’m sorry I stopped by a little early. But here, I got you something.”

“Oh don’t worry. Why, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, please, it’s not a big deal. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will, honey. Come, come. Are you hungry?” My mother asked. “I can rustle up some pancakes for you, if you like.”

“Would you kill me if I said I was?” Josh chuckled easily. I heard my mother’s resounding, tinkling laugh.

“Of course not. Go sit down, you’ve had a long drive.”

“Thanks, Karen.”

I dressed quickly as the voices faded; almost tripping over myself in my haste to pull on a pair of jeans. When I was done, I brushed my teeth, working to remove any traces of cinnamon roll. I blow dried my hair, combing my short locks until they were dry and tangle free.

Prying open my toiletries kit, I put on some makeup, abruptly conscious of the effort I was putting in. It had been a long time since I cared this much about the amount of cosmetics I used. I squinted my eyes as I dabbed on some lipgloss. When I was done, I leaned back, staring at my reflection.

Not too much. Simple. I couldn’t help but smile just a little. I looked pretty good. I hurried downstairs, the smile on my face expanding the minute my eyes met his warm hazel ones.

Josh was sitting at the table with my father, deep in conversation. They were playfully arguing about March Madness; deciding which of the team’s performed better. He flashed my favourite crooked grin.


“Hey.” I chuckled at our plain greeting.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders enthusiastically, hugging him. He responded in kind, giving my waist a gentle squeeze. I held onto him a second longer than usual, aware of how much I missed him. He smelled the same. Like fresh linen and mint.

“What’s up, Jen?” Josh asked, releasing me.

“Eh, not much. Went for a walk. Nothing special. How about you? What have you been up to?” I took a seat at the table, across from him. He followed my lead, sitting down just as my mom set a stack of fresh pancakes in front of him.

“Well, it’s been a long ass drive from Union. But it was great to be home. I never actually left the house. I hung around with my folks, my brother and my grandma.” He poured a generous measure of maple syrup. “God, it makes me thankful we’re filming so close by. I get to see my family more often.”

“Yeah you got that right.” I agree, with an affectionate glance at my father.

“So, how’s the prep for the party coming along? Can I help?” Josh asked thickly, his mouth full of pancake. I shook my head, grinning and help myself to a few pieces.

Dad folded up his newspaper. “Things are good, son. All ready. You don’t have to lift a finger, we got most of the stuff out. You can just hang out until the party starts.”

“Are you sure?”

This time, my mother answered, taking a seat beside him. “Yes, we’re sure. Thanks for the casserole dish, honey, I’ve been looking for one of these.” She pulled the bubble wrap off a shiny glass platter, turning it over with undisguised glee. I recognised the product instantly; it was a Williams Sonoma item, a brand my mom loves so much.

“Sure.” Josh replied easily. “My mom and grandma love those. They actually helped me pick it out two days ago. I think it’s their way of compensating for not being able to come today.”

“Oh, tell them not to worry. It’s not a big deal.” My mom said anxiously, her brow creasing.

“Don’t sweat it, Mama Lawrence. It’s all good. They added a gift voucher too, I think. From um, this Australian outdoor brand, Wild Earth. It’s got all this neat camping stuff, everything you’ll need for the summer season.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” My mother exclaimed, her eyes skimming across the birthday card Josh had written. Sure enough, a voucher fell out from inside the envelope; emblazoned with the image of an enormous oak tree. “Wow, this is too much. Michelle didn’t have to..”

“My mom told me not to take no for an answer, to make sure you accept the card without any hassle.” He grinned mischievously. “Her words, not mine.”

“Obviously, Michelle’s just as stubborn as you are, honey.” My dad chuckled.

“Well, I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Josh.” My mother kissed the top of my best friend’s head affectionately, her manicured hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “I’ll thank your mom in a minute.”

“You’re welcome.” Josh beamed, pleased at my mom’s response. His obvious delight made my heart skip several beats. He truly was a selfless person, a person who did everything they could to make a person happy. And delighted in making their lives better. “This is so good, by the way, Karen. Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetie.”

“Son, do you have somewhere to stay tonight because..” My father began, leaning forward. Josh interrupted quickly, politely cutting across my father’s statement.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a hotel nearby. I wouldn’t want to impose on you more than I already have, sir.” I roll my eyes in his direction. He had the manners of a proper Southern gentleman. When he wasn’t messing around, of course.

“You wouldn’t be.” Dad smiled, looking at him with fatherly concern. “If you’d let me finish, I was gonna say that you’re more than welcome to stay here. God knows, we have enough room.”

“Woohoo, sleepover!” I nudge Josh playfully. “Late night horror movie marathons, popcorn.”

“Uh, you hate horror movies.” He said, sniggering.

“Not when I have people to watch it with. Remember when I watched Insidious by myself and I called you screaming?”

“Ah, yeah that’s right. Fine, I’ll watch one with you. Is it okay if I stay?” He asked, turning to my parents.

My mother smiled. “Of course, honey. We’re happy to have you here.” She ruffled his dark hair fondly. “You can take your pick of Ben or Blaine’s rooms.”

“Wow, so many choices.” Josh chuckled appreciatively. “Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, son.” My father said, disappearing once more behind his daily newspaper.

Lingering at the table, I made myself a cup of hot cocoa while I waited for Josh to finish his meal. The atmosphere in the kitchen was easy, natural; my mother remained at the sink, cooking more of the pancakes. My father was ruffling through the newspaper again, pausing to peruse the sports section while making snide comments about the Cincinnati Reds. In between bites, Josh impishly replied back, his answers just as witty.

When I sat down, mug in hand, he was halfway through his meal and in the midst of an animated conversation with my father. In this, they were very much alike; they stood by their favourite teams, staunchly defending them from criticism. I sipped my cocoa, not bothering to keep up. Football didn’t interest me as much as it did them.

There were dregs at the bottom of the mug by the time my best friend had finished his meal. He placed a hand above his lips, narrowly suppressing a burp. I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was finally done.

“Yep, I’m good.” Josh said, catching my eye. “This was so yummy, Karen, thank you.”

“Of course, dear. You two can watch some TV, if you like.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help with?” He asked helpfully, getting to his feet. I mimicked him, approaching the sink so I could rinse out my dirty mug before replacing it in the dish washer.

“Not right now, but if you could help me work the grill later, that’d be great.” My father answered, lowering the newspaper slightly.

“Definitely. You just tell me when.” Josh nodded eagerly.

“Okay. Now run along, you kids.”

We left my parents in the kitchen, heading for the living room. I sat on the couch cross-legged while Josh took my father’s arm chair. He rubbed his stomach contentedly, unsuccessfully suppressing a burp.

I giggle appreciatively, responding with a burp of my own. We laughed even harder, amused at our childishness. By the time we were done burping, I could feel the strain in my cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop in case I throw up.” Josh said, taking a deep breath. “So, what do you feel like doing, Jen?”

“Hmm.” I pause, lifting my fingers to my chin. “I’ve already done some running and showered so maybe not something too physical. Everything’s already set for Mom’s birthday tonight.. Let’s see.. Umm..” I hemmed and hawed a mite longer.

“God, you’re so indecisive.” He teased, watching me chew my lips.

“Shut up please.” I held up a hand imperiously. “I’m trying to think.” I close my eyes, doing my best to ignore him sniggering as he lolled in the arm chair. “Well I can’t think with you giggling over there in the corner!”

“Then, let me make a suggestion.”

“No.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be fun.”

“Hmm, fine, I’m all ears.”

“What do you think about going to the zoo? I passed one on my way over here and I dunno, I was thinking.. ‘I haven’t been to one since I was a kid.’ Like on a field trip before my mom homeschooled me.”

“A zoo..” I tilt my head, mulling it over.

“Just for a few hours, at least until the party anyway.”

“Yeah, why not?” I stand up, straightening the cream coloured shirt I wore. “I’m all for seeing monkeys that are not like the CGI mutts we fought in Hawaii.”

Josh laughed. “Oh good point.”

“Let me just grab a sweater and we can go.” Suddenly, I came upon a brilliant idea. “Hey, I have a thought. Can we take Bear with us? Theodore’s a bit too young. But if you want it to be just us, then that’s cool as well.”

“Sure.” He smiled easily, catching me off guard.

“Um, what? Aren’t you gonna give this some thought?”

“No, seriously Jen, it’s fine. Of course we can take Bear. We just have to get a car seat for him.” Josh said soothingly. I search his eyes for signs of reluctance but found none.

“Yay! We can swing by Ben’s place and borrow theirs. I’ll call him, hang on.” I reply, one arm in the left side of my black trench coat.

“Wait, we can do that in the Jeep. It has the in-built phone system. I got his number dialled in, don’t sweat it.”

“Are you sure?” I button up my coat, gazing at him uncertainly.

“Yes.” Josh crossed the room to pat me on the back. “If I didn’t want to, I would have said something.”


“Great. Let’s go to the zoo!!”

I laughed at his childlike enthusiasm. “Lead the way, Hutch!”


An hour later, we were standing outside the wrought iron gates of the Louisville Zoo. Josh had gone to buy us tickets; a feat which was easy, given the off-peak time. There was only a handful of visitors; mostly young families with children still too young to be in school.

I held Bear’s hand while we waited. My brother and sister-in-law had agreed enthusiastically to our offer to take him to the zoo with us. While they loved him dearly, it was taking up all their energy looking after a newborn and a toddler with limitless energy. The kid in question was appropriately dressed for the outing; wearing khaki pants, shirt and small black boots. A matching green hat concealed his blonde curls.

Bear was hopping on the balls of his feet, tugging at my hand in his haste to see the animals. I tightened my grip on his ever so slightly, stilling him. He looked up at me, his features twisted in a grimace. Oh boy, we were about five seconds away from a tantrum.

Josh rejoined us, waving the tickets in his hand. I sighed with relief as my nephew’s face cleared. He thrust his little fist in the air at the sight of my best friend coming toward us. I squeeze his hand affectionately, feeling him pull me forward.

“Here we go. Got the tickets!” Josh announced cheerfully. He used his free hand to lightly tap Bear’s nose, making the child giggle. “You ready for safari time?”


I chuckle as he handed the tickets to a bored-looking teen employee. “Thank god you got back in time. This little shit was five seconds away from a full tantrum.”

“Saved by the bell, hey?” Josh’s eyes twinkled as he laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Once the tickets had been returned, we went inside. Josh unfurled a large map of the zoo, examining it intently. “Okay we’re right outside the Reptile House, if you wanna go in there first. Otherwise we can visit the Aviary, where they keep the birds.”

I knelt down so I was eye to eye with my nephew. “Which one do you want to see first? Bird or snake?”

Bear frowned in concentration, a line appearing above his brows. “Snake.” He said seriously.

Grinning, I straightened. “He’s cast his vote. He wants to see the snakes.”

“Then, snakes it is.”

The three of us headed for the Reptile House. Inside, the House was almost entirely dark; save for a few lights. The air was heavy with a myriad of sound; hissing, chattering and soft music. We hurried forward to the nearest cage.

Inside the cage was a layer of fine dry red earth. There, among the twigs, leaves and branches, lay an enormous Burmese Python. Its coils upon coils of gleaming dark scales shone beneath the dim light. At the moment, it lay still, obviously asleep despite the three pairs of eyes that were ogling it.

Bear jumped up as far as he could go, trying to see the snake, but obviously not quite making it. Chuckling, I lifted him into my arms, keeping my hands wrapped tightly around his middle. He peered closely at the tank, eyes fixed on the snake in fascination.

“Do you see it?” I whisper. “Look at how big the snake is.”

“Yes. 'Is big.” Bear whispered back. He placed his hands on the glass, leaving messy handprints everywhere. “Why is it sweepen?”

“Well, it’s probably just had something to eat.” Josh said, watching the reptile move slightly, its tail twitching. “They feed em’ very rarely apparently. Like once or twice a year. Or so I’ve read anyway.”

“So what do they eat?”

“Dead mice, fresh chicken, meat.” He shrugged, counting the items off his fingers. “It takes them forever to, like, digest the food which is why they’re only fed a couple of times. You know, unless they get sick. Buddy.” He added, addressing my nephew. “You might wanna take your hands off the tank. The snake might not like it.”

Bear looked at him curiously for a moment before pulling his hands away. He struggled out of my hold, his arms outstretched, fingers pointed in Josh’s direction. Josh chuckled softly before lifting the boy out of my arms.

“Is it hungwy now, Unca Josh?”

“No, I don’t think so, little man. But do you know how they eat if they don’t have hands like we do?”

My adorable nephew shook his head, hanging on to Josh’s every word.

“They squeeze em’ like this.” I watched as Josh ever so slightly tightened his grip around Bear’s middle, making the child giggle in delight. “Then they open their mouths and swallow the food.” He tickled Bear’s tummy.

“Don’t eat me, Unca Josh.”

“Of course I won’t. You’re a good boy.” He set my nephew back on his feet, giving him a pat on the head. “The snake only likes naughty people.”

“Guess you’re included in that category.” I say in an undertone, winking at my best friend. “Scaring the kid, how dare you?”

“What?” Josh grinned innocently. “I’m just making entertainment. Besides, he’s not scared. Are you, buddy?”

“Am not.” Bear replied seriously, brushing his curls away from his face. I took his left hand in mine again.


“Yeah, yeah, alright.” I stick my tongue out at Josh. “Let’s keep going, shall we? Plenty more snakes to go.”

We ambled leisurely through the House, coming across more reptiles asleep in their tanks. Some were surprisingly alert, yellow eyes trained on the visitors that filed past. Others, like the Burmese Python, lay sleeping, oblivious to the attention.

More than once, we stopped to watch some of the animals, at Bear’s request. He insisted on watching the zookeepers hand-feed yet another snake; a large anaconda, whose jaws were stretched wide open, ready to catch the fresh chicken dangling above it. Catching his eye, one of the keepers called out to us and asked if we wanted to take part.

It was a relatively harmless snake, a four year old female who wasn’t fully grown. I shook my head vigorously, my eyes on the sharp fangs protruding from the snake’s jaws. No way in hell was I going to let my four year old nephew, a baby, feed a fucking snake.

Bear sulked for ten minutes after we walked away from the Anaconda; at which point I transferred him to Josh’s arms. Josh laughed, gave my nephew’s cheek a gentle pinch and bounced him around, hoping to cheer him up. I shook my head, amused.

“Don’t be such a goody goody, Aunt Jen.” Josh teased, patting Bear’s shoulder.

“Oh, so you’d rather I let those guys take him into the tank, dangle a mouse into the anaconda’s mouth?”

“Well, an experience is an experience.”

“Can’t really enjoy it if you get your ass bitten, now can you?”

“Aw, maybe next time, buddy.” He squeezed Bear’s shoulders. “When you’re a bit older, okay?”

“Maybe not even then.” I whisper under my breath, so that only Josh could hear. He only laughed in agreement, clearly enjoying himself.

We moved on to the next exhibit; a set of enclosures that housed the zoo’s mammals. The disgruntled expression on my nephew’s face cleared the very second he spotted an elephant with large, shining white tusks. I rolled my eyes. Kids these days, with their ever changing moods.

Stopping by the elephant enclosure, we watched fascinated, as the elephant, a male from the looks of it, shuffled slowly to the other side, swinging its rubbery grey trunk with reckless abandon. He paused by an enormous water trough to drink.

The elephant slurped noisily and for some reason, decided to spray the water all over himself. Unfortunately, because we stood so close to the fence, we were caught in the explosion of water droplets. Within seconds, we were soaked.

“Oh god. Oh dear god.” I spluttered, wringing out my damp locks. “Come on, man, I just showered!” I narrow my eyes at the elephant, who seemed to find it supremely hilarious. He shook his giant rubbery head, swinging his trunk wildly; as if he was laughing at me. “This isn’t funny!”

“Actually, it is.” Said a voice from my left.

I turned, catching Josh’s eye. He was drenched from head to toe, as well, but unlike me, was grinning. He shook his wet hair vigorously, sending water droplets shooting in every direction. The sight of him standing there made me laugh loudly, finally seeing the humour in the situation.

I took Bear from him, setting the toddler on his feet. Luckily, his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack escaped the worst of the water explosion. I dug through the contents, thankful to find that everything inside was dry. He stood still, giggling as he pointed at the elephant, while I meticulously dried him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Josh peeling the sweater off himself. He was leaner than I remembered; his torso more defined from all those workouts he did to stay fit for the films. His grey t-shirt had soaked all the way through, revealing a set of muscles beneath.

Damn, he looked good. Really good.

Shaking my head, I focused on drying my nephew, who was still engrossed in the elephant enclosure. What the hell was I doing? Checking him out like that. It’s not exactly appropriate. We were best friends, nothing more.

“Okay, well, I don’t think we should be getting changed in public.” Josh said, interrupting my thoughts. “Let’s take a break, maybe find a toilet. Jen, you should probably use the baby room so you can change Bear properly.”

“Right.” I hoist Bear up into my arms, barely paying attention to his protest. “Lead the way.”

We followed him as he navigated his way around the exhibits. On our way to find the bathrooms, we stopped by the zoo’s gift shop. Josh bought two over-sized souvenir shirts and a small one for my nephew. We separated once we found the toilets; with Josh heading for the men’s room.

I did as my best friend suggested, using the baby room to coax Bear into wearing the new shirt. It was a little coarse but otherwise dry, perfect enough so he wouldn’t catch a cold. When he was dry, I changed into my own over-sized shirt. By then, the two of us were both ready.

Josh met us outside, clutching his own backpack. He relieved me of the Thomas bag so I could hold my nephew’s hand. He, too, had worn the zoo shirt. I met his cheerful grin with a smile of my own.

“Nice shirt.” He teased, elbowing me.

“Well, thank you. I always knew you had good taste.” I wink.

“C'mon, Ant Jen.” Bear tugged at my hand impatiently. “Maw animals.”

“Sorry, little buddy. Let’s go.”

For the next several minutes, we walked through the exhibits; coming across zebras, lions, giraffes, bears and monkeys. Bear was delighted. At the giraffe enclosure, the keepers had started feeding the animals, passing them large pieces from a basket of fruits and vegetables.

They invited us to participate, to my nephew’s delight. Whether the keepers recognised Josh and I or not, they gave no sign. We were treated as ordinary visitors; not something to be ogled at. I held my nephew as the senior keeper, a man named Owen, handed him a large carrot.

“Why don’t you feed Patch for me?” He suggested cheerfully.

Bear nodded, his fingers curled tightly around the carrot. I shuffled closer to the gate, where a pair of giraffes were waiting. The larger one, a female, ambled forward, sniffing the carrot with interest. Bear instinctively recoiled, shrinking against my breast.

“It’s okay, buddy.” I say soothingly. “She’s not gonna hurt you. She’s just waiting to eat the carrot. Go on.”

“Here, watch me first.” Josh took the carrot from Bear’s hand, breaking it in half. He held up his own palm to the giraffe, who gazed at it questioningly for a second before lazily scooping up the carrot in its mouth. He laughed, clapping his hands together. Then he turned to the child in my arms with an encouraging grin. “See? No harm, no foul. Give it a go.”

Bear chewed his lip for a moment, before meeting Josh’s gaze with a look of determination. “Okay, Unca Josh.”

We approached the gate as the second giraffe, a young male, ambled forward. I kept my arms wrapped tightly round Bear’s middle as he leaned toward the giraffe, little fingers outstretched. Josh hovered protectively beside us, watching the scene unfold.

There was a moment of silence. The giraffe moved his head in our direction, opening his mouth and tentatively snatching the carrot from Bear’s hand. It seemed as though he was taking great care not to accidentally touch him or bite his fingers.

Surprisingly, the giraffe gently nudged Bear’s hand. My nephew stroked the giraffe’s head, bursting into delighted laughter as the creature’s warm brown eyes swivelled round to meet his. I was dimly aware of a clicking sound nearby. Someone was obviously taking time to document the tender moment between child and beast.

“Aw wow.” Josh lowered his iPhone to ruffle Bear’s golden curls. “You did it, buddy! You fed the giraffe!”

“Yea!” Bear said happily.

“Good job!” I planted a light kiss on his forehead.

"Do You, I Do?" Chapter 1

~To everyone who is about to read this first chapter, this story will hopefully be different from any Joshifer fic out there, that is what ohmyjoshiferr and hope while writing this. The first couple of chapters are nothing but fluff, but yes, it will get angsty and sad. You have 100% reason to fill both of our ask boxes with questions and why’s we are doing this to you. But without further ado, here is the first chapter of Do You I Do~


“Do you, Jennifer Shrader Lawrence, take Joshua Ryan Hutcherson to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The pastor asked Jennifer, who stood in front of Josh dressed in an elegant white gown. It was finally the day they would become husband and wife. It had been a spur of the moment idea, flying to Vegas with their closest family and friends.


It was a small chapel but they thought it was perfect for the occasion. They just hoped the day wouldn’t be ruined by unwanted guests with cameras. The bright sun poured through the stained glass around the room, somehow making the event happier than it already was.


“A million times yes,” She smiled happily at the man in front of her. “Oh, oh, oh! I mean I do. I do.”


The small crowd laughed around them. “You’re something, Lawrence.” Josh teased. Jennifer rolled her eyes. 

“I won’t be a Lawrence for long.” He slipped the sparkling ring on her finger and although she had seen it before, she gasped at it’s beauty.

“If you’re both done flirting, we continue with the service.” The minister commented with a soft chuckle.

“I’m sorry. I’m nervous,” Jen laughed once again. She couldn’t seem to tame the contagious grin on her face, brought on by the fact that she’s finally marrying Josh; her rock, her everything.

The minister smiled. “Alright,” he said. “Do you, Joshua Ryan Hutcherson, take Jennifer Shrader Lawrence, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Jennifer slipped the ring into his finger with a smile.

The minister closed his ordinance book, and grinned. “It has been an honor to wed you both. By the power vested in me in the state of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife.” He placed a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “I know you’re dying to, so, kiss your wife, Josh.”

“Gladly,” He whispered before searing his lips to her, dipping her just the slightest bit to act out a perfect, cliché wedding kiss. She had never loved him more.

Jennifer wrapped her free arm around his neck, keeping him anchored there. Not letting him go. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. They continued to kiss, tongues teasing, biting of lips. Jennifer could hear the snickers of her brothers, imagine the look on her mother’s face. But again, she couldn’t help it.

Someone tapped Jennifer on her shoulder. She pulled her lips from her husband’s (her husband’s, she couldn’t believe Josh was now her husband). Karen smiled at her daughter. “Jenny, I don’t think Josh’s parents, nor your father and I would like to see you having sex in this chapel. So I think you should stop.”

“Sorry,” She mumbled but kept her gaze trained on Josh.

Josh grinned. “I think she’s right, Jen.” He wrapped an arm around her, helping her stand up right. “Come on. We have a private reception to get to.”

The small crowd clapped wildly as they made their way back down the aisle, hand in hand.

Josh leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for tonight?” he asked. Jennifer felt her insides warm. It would be different with them married. Not only did they love each other but now it was official. That and the fact that a couple weeks before the wedding they decided to refrain from sex.

She almost couldn’t contain her excitement. Almost. They would have to save it for later though.

A few hours later, in a private room of the hotel, Josh and Jennifer danced close together, the both of them slightly tipsy.

“How are you holding up, Mrs. Hutcherson? Tired yet?”

“Hey don’t get to used to that,” She giggled against his lips. “I think interviewers would be confused if out of nowhere you called me that.”

“I know.” He sighed contently but his stomach twisted at the fact that they would have to continue hiding it. It was a struggle at times but having her all to himself was worth it.

“I do like it though. It sounds nice.” He smiled back in response and pulled her waist closer with his arms.

Jennifer nuzzled his neck with her nose. “I love you, Mrs. Hutcherson.” He whispered in her ear, her body shivered in response.

“I love you more.” She brushed her lips against the growing scruff on his jaw, giggling softly about the way it tickled. Both of them we’re practically oozing happiness.

Josh shook his head. “Not even close, baby.” He murmured. “I am so happy you didn’t get such a big dress.” His lips moved on their own to lightly graze her neck without bringing more attention onto themselves.

“Me too. God knows I wouldn’t make it two feet with anything bigger than this.” She looked down at her dress, admiring the simple combination of lace with silk underneath, the length at her ankles but not long enough to make her trip.

It hadn’t been her first choice, but when she put it on, she knew it was the one. “You know what I can’t wait for?” He whispered in her ear.

“I think I have a couple guesses,” She murmured with a smirk on her lips. “But why don’t you tell me anyways.”

Josh dipped his head, his lips meeting her neck. “This dress,” he said between kisses. “On the floor." Kiss ”With you, screaming my name.“

Her breath hitched in her throat but she continued swaying with him in front of everyone.

His lips continued downward. "And my mouth on your other lips.” Jennifer’s eyes widened.

“You’re asking for it,” She responds with a shaky breath, giving his ass a quick pinch. “You’re making promises that you can’t keep. At least not right now.”

He chuckled huskily. “Oh, I fully intend to keep my promises. "Every." Kiss. "Single." Kiss. "One.”

“Not now.”

Josh grinned against her skin. “I think there’s a storage closet down the hall.” He said, his left hand trailing down her hips. “You’re too hot. And so tempting,” Josh moaned. She placed a sloppy kiss on his jawline. “God, Jen.”

“Josh, there’s people here for us. We can’t.”

“I know.” He muttered under his breath. “This is your fault.” He spun her so her back was against his chest.  Josh subtly starting to grind against her.

"Joshua,” Jennifer growled, “You’ve got to stop.”

“I don’t think you want me to.” He pulled away with an amused grin and held a hand out to her. “Come on, the food is here.”

Jen stood still for a second, jaw slackened just slightly. “Tease,” She mouthed at him, following behind him to get in line.


Karen and Gary stood a few feet away, a smile on both of their faces. “She looks happy,” she says, her arms wrapped around her husband’s waist. “But I can tell they’re ready to get out of here.”

“That’s every couple on their wedding day,” He chuckled watching Josh whisper something in Jen’s ear that made her fold over in laughter. He never intended to let his baby girl go so quickly but he was more than happy it was with him.

Karen looked up at Gary. “We were like that, remember?”

He smiled at the memory of the two of them sneaking away during their reception to be alone in the bathroom. “If I remember correctly,” Gary said. “Ben was conceived in a bathroom.”

She placed a kiss on his cheek. “I think I may or may not remember it that way.”

Gary laughed and drifted his gaze to where his son in law and daughter were tucked away in a corner, mouths fused together. He tapped Karen’s shoulder. “Look,” he said pointing to where they were.

She gasped but laughed along with him, slapping her hand against his chest. “Stop, honey. Let them be in love.”

“I bet you that twenty minutes from now, they’ll be sneaking off,” Gary said. Karen shook her head.

“You might be right,” she sighed resting her head against his shoulder. “And we will pretend to not notice and occupy everyone else like the wonderful parents we are.”


“Josh,” Jennifer said, lolling her head to the side as they once again swayed on the dance floor, but Josh’s hands were anywhere but Jennifer’s hips, his lips suctioned to her neck. “I think you seem to be forgetting we are at our wedding, in the middle of the dance floor.”

“Am I now?”

“Quit trying to seduce me with your smartass replies. You already got a ring on my finger.”

“Oh shush,” He grinned, spinning her in a circle before trapping her in his arms once again. “You love it.”

“That I do.” She pecked his lips but he held her there for a longer, more passionate kiss, letting their tongues touch for the shortest second. Her lips hummed against his in approval. “Is it rude to leave your own wedding early?”

Josh pulled away, catching Gary and Karen’s gaze, who both held grins. Gary angled his head towards the exit. “Go,” he mouthed. 

Josh turned back to Jennifer with wide eyes. “Your dad just told us to get out of here.”

“Josh, we can’t. Who leaves in the middle of their own wedding?”

“It’ll be easier to avoid the paps if we leave earlier than everyone else, right?”

“I guess,” She cracked, “but let’s at least thank everyone. They flew out for us.”

After bidding their goodbyes, Josh and Jennifer snuck out from the back entrance of the venue into a car that would drive them back to their hotel. They were only staying overnight. They had planned for their honeymoon only two days after the wedding so having a wedding in Nevada meant they would also have to go back home to get their packed things.

Their lips met as soon as the privacy window was up in the limo. Hands roamed. Lips did too. “Jen,” Josh moaned. “Who’s idea was it not to have anymore sex until we got married?”

“Who knows,” She grumbled, tugging at his tie impatiently to loosen it, “But we’re married now.”

He got the hint and helped Jennifer undo the tie completely. “I think it was your idea,” he said, nibbling on her earlobe. “Oh my God.” Jennifer’s hand begun to tease his waistline, grazing his excitement.

“Shh. We have a chauffeur remember?”

“He drives wedding limos for godsakes he must be used to it.” He took advantage of the low neckline of her dress, placing open mouthed kisses on her collarbone, trailing down her chest.

Jennifer’s breath hitched. “Josh,” she breathed. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you preview of what’s to come.” He stopped when he reached the fabric that made up the neckline, giving a pout with his lips. “Your dress is in the way.”

“Too bad, so sad,” She taunted, “I guess you’ll just have to wait.”

He shook his head and wrapped both of his arms around her. “I love you.”

Jennifer looked up at his hazel eyes. “I love you, too.” And their lips met again, this time their kiss was gentle and passionate. Not rushed and hurried like their last one. They had all night so there was no need for rushing.

They arrived at the hotel and scurried in hand in hand. They had already checked in before so there was no need to stop by the front desk again.

In the elevator, Jennifer rested with her head on Josh’s chest. “I’m nervous.” She admitted. “I don’t know why, but I am.”

“You’re crazy.”

“No, it’s weird. I’m just nervous for no reason.” He placed a kiss on her forehead, eliciting a sigh from her lips.

“I think I can take your mind off things for a while.”  Josh murmured against the shell of her ear. Pleasure shot straight through her veins, igniting the fire underneath her skin once again.

“Not in an elevator, Joshy.” She moaned when he began sucking on the column of her ear. The elevator dinged loudly, making them both jump in their places.

“Saved by the bell,” He smirks, beckoning her with his hand, “Come on, Mrs. Hutcherson. We have a long night ahead of us.” Jennifer fought a blush. Wait. Why was she blushing in the first place? She ignored her frivolous thoughts and took her husband’s hand, letting him lead her into their room.


“Come on, Joshy,” She dragged out with pouty lips, “It’s fun.” He couldn’t resist her so he hopped up onto the bed. She jumped up and down, taking advantage of the bouncy springs of the mattress, holding onto him for some support. He began jumping with her and laughed with her at every delirious giggle that spilled from her lips. Her dress moved with her body, lifting the smallest bit each time she hit the bed again.

“Be careful. You don’t want to rip your dress,” Josh commented. She let a sly smirk play on her lips as her jumping ceased.

“How thoughtful of you to remind me.” She rotated so he was facing the side of her, where the zipper to her dress was placed. “A little help?”

“My pleasure.” He slowly pulled down the zipper one by one, thinking of all the ways he could take her tonight. She squirmed as he passed her hips, his fingers leaving feather light touches on his way down. He finally reached the bottom to find her naked, save a white lace strapless bra with matching barely-there panties.

“You’re killing me,” He groaned, already unbuttoning his own shirt to give them a head start. He looked up to her obviously admiring his bare chest and leaned into her lips, only to be met with the soft skin of her cheek.

“Now if I remember we were having some fun.” She began to jump up and down once again, letting her bra fall a little just to tease him.

Josh stood there, his jaw agape. “You’re not getting away with that, Lawrence.”

She stopped jumping to walk over to him on the bed, letting her fingers dance on his chest. “And who’s going to stop me?” Her tongue slipped to lick along her bottom lip, driving him even crazier.

Josh’s jaw tightened. “Jennifer.” He growled. “You need to stop.”

She shook her head, amused at her control over him. “Besides, I’m not a Lawrence anymore. I thought we made that official today.” She cupped his hard-on over his dress pants, stroking it just a couple of times to make him moan in her ear. Every noise he made was her weakness.

Josh swiftly unhooked her bra, tossing it to the other side of the room. “How long has it been since I’ve seen you naked?” He asked, mouth moving over her left breast. A moan fell from her mouth, open in pleasure. Her hands held him there, only letting to let him continue the same on the other.

“Too. Fucking. Long,” She stated with a shaky breath. She tried to pull him closer but only succeeded in pulling both of them onto the mattress, now lying on top of him.

“God you’re beautiful,” Josh said, continuing his path down her chest. Jennifer sighed, rolling them so that Josh was hovering above her. His fingers tickled the insides of her thighs. She quickly became impatient, dragging him back up to indulge in the sweet pleasure of his lips as his fingers continued their journey.

Hushed whispers of I love you’s and chants of names filled the room as they moved together as one. Her hands gripped at his back, leaving angry red marks in their tracks.

“Josh!” Jennifer cried out loudly.  Josh sped up his movements, sending her over the edge. He followed right after, collapsing on top of her in a heap of sweat and pleasure.

“Oh my god,” Jennifer said, trying to catch her breath. “Worth the wait.”

“Agreed,” He smiled, pulling her in for a sweet kiss on the lips, “But I believe we have many days to make up for, don’t we?”

She giggled against his lips, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. “Let’s get to work.

As Promised.

Finally Here my one shot fic that I promised you all. I haven’t written any fics for a LOOOOOOONG time so please be kind. I will try my best to have as little errors as possible. 

This story is centered on the first phone conversation that Josh and Jen had after finding out who was in the cast. I did some research. I know Jen originally turned down the franchise and then changed her mind but I think this had an interesting motif as well.  By the way I like to think Jen’s parents are still romantic with each other.

Disclaimer #1: I would love to know Josh and Jen, but sadly I don’t. I also don’t know any of the cast of the Hunger Games or anyone else depicted in the story.

Disclaimer #2: Though this fanfiction is centered closely around real events, it is fictional. 

Disclaimer #3: The rating is M just in case….

And finally Here it is…

45 Minutes

Jen looked over at the script for the third time that evening. She hoped she got the role. She had read the first book prior to trying out for the role. Katniss intrigued her. She was interesting. Jen had no clue where Katniss’s journey might take her. Which only excited her more. She sighed and closed her eyes. Praying that she would be able to give the role justice. Above all, she hoped that the guy playing Peeta wasn’t an asshole or worse…boring. She could handle dick-ish guys, but boring was where she drew the line. After all she grew up with two brothers who drove her to the edge of insanity on most days. Sure they were crazy like all the Lawrence’s but at least she had fun, most of the time. She got up from the bed and placed the script on her dresser. She didn’t want to spend too much time in California waiting for an answer so she decided to go back to Louisville where there would be less anxiety and stress. “Now, where the hell did I put my cell?” she wondered as she looked around. “must be downstairs. I wonder if there’s any left-over pizza from last night. I’m hungry anyway” She mused as she descended the stairs. She looked in the fridge for anything that might satiate her hunger. As she turned to place her already heated pizza on the table she saw her phone . The damn thing was vibrating. “Fuck, I forgot to put up the volume.” She picked it up quickly, “Hello?” 

“Jen? Is that you?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry Liz I had my phone on vibrate and forgot.” 

“Jesus, Jen, I called you four times. I was Starting to get worried something happened. Anyway, I have great news. You got the part.” Jen whooped and pumped her fists in triumph. She was so excited and enraptured in the moment that she didn’t even let Liz finish the rest of the information. She heard Liz yelling at the top of her lungs trying to capture her attention.

“HELLLLLOOOOOO!” She yelled. Jen quickly recovered and put the phone to her ear. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry but I really don’t have the mentality right now to keep in all the info that you’re trying to give me. So, can you text it to me instead? That way I don’t forget. I’m too excited right now.” 

Liz sighed and said, “Sure, But please make sure you’re at the reading on time.”

“Fine. I’ll be there. By the way who’s playing Peeta?”

“Oh, It’s Josh Hutcherson.”

Jen’s Eyes grew wide, “THE Josh Hutcherson? The guy I told you that I had to use to get my parents on board with my acting career?”

“The very same.” 

“So, is there any way you might know his number?” 

“Why?” Asked Liz with a hint of suspicion. 

“Oh come on Liz. If I have to work with the guy I at least have to talk to him at some point.” 

“Yeah, and you can do that at the reading.” 

“It’ll be too awkward. I don’t want the people to think we have no chemistry. If I talk to him I can get all the awkwardness out of the way and get straight down business.” 

“I’ll text you his number. If you weren’t an actress you would’ve made a great lawyer.” 

“Thanks. I’ll Talk to you later.” She hung up the phone and did a little jig. “I got the part. I can’t believe it.” She thought with a big grin plastered on her face. 

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I rifle through my approved wardrobe, skimming my hands across the garment bags lining my closet. I carefully unzip one of them, flinging the clothes across my body.

“What about this one?” I hold out for Josh to see. He’s currently sprawled across my hotel bed, shoe-clad feet dangling off the edge.

“Mmhmm, yeah,” he mumbles out, not even flicking his eyes up from his phone to see what I’m asking of him.

“And I’m thinking about not wearing underwear with it…” I tease him, trying to gain his attention.

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Happy Christmas (Joshifer Drabble/One shot)...

Remember I said I wanted to write something Joshifer themed (I mean in an ideal world I’d have managed Everlark too) for Christmas, but I didn’t think I’d managed (I shouldn’t have managed it) cause I was supposed to be flat out working on my big honors project write up over Christmas for uni? Yeah, well guess who procrastinated to the max and … well this happened. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas/New Year/holiday time! Have a Joshifer Christmas drabble from me! 

(I’ve only read through this once, all mistakes are nine mine.)


Happy Christmas…

I roll over, groaning, eyes sealed tightly shut and falling into Josh. My arm throws over him, and my cheek nestles above his shoulder, my smiling lips pressing against his neck with an exhausted sigh. He doesn’t move for a minute, but I know he is awake before he pulls me closer and plants his lips into my hair.

I also know his eyes are still shut too.

And that he can hear the same excited voices and whisperings I can from the surrounding bedrooms.

“Do you think they’ll go back to sleep?”

I snort at the ludicrousness of his question and I feel him deflate under me. 

“Thought not.” 

They didn’t settle until well after 10pm, far too excited with the thoughts of Santa making his way in with presents for them to open, the magic filling our home through their smiles. And hyperactive giggling, bouncing and dancing energy for nearly three hours passed their usual bedtime.

Then, finally, we’d managed to get them to lay out a plate of cookies and a beer for Santa (because he gets fed up with everyone leaving him milk) and a carrot for the reindeer. We’d read them stories, without making them one bit sleepy. We’d tucked them in and kissed them goodnight, without their eyes showing any signs of heaviness. And then we’d slipped back downstairs, a beer each and a plate of cookies (and a carrot) between us, until we could no longer hear restless turning in beds and feet running between bedrooms.


And then it had taken another hour for us to haul the bags of wrapped presents silently down to the living room and to arrange them into perfect, Christmas picture perfect bundles, distinct for each one of our children.

It was after 2am before we’d fallen into bed, having been up early that morning too, we rolled under the covers and crashed into blackness.

I squint an eye open, Josh’s still shut. 6:15am. Four hours sleep. I’ve had more while working night shoots followed by days. I quickly shut my eye again and bury myself closer into Josh.

“It’s after six. Could be wors-” the rest of my sentence is swallowed by my yawning.


We sigh, and I feel like I’m floating, fading away again, the pull of sleep taking me under, only Josh’s breath and faint “shh”s and whispers keeping me a little above the surface. Josh sighs again.

And then silence.

And then a giggle, closer now, with some more shushing and scampering of feet.

I’m about to tell Josh that we should just get up now, that they’re awake and they won’t last long.

And then our bedroom door flies open.

“Mom! Dad! Santa’s been! He’s been!”

I smile sleepily and sit up quickly, before I can think about staying in bed. My eyes peel open, beside me Josh is rubbing his face. “He has? Are you sure?”

Our eldest, Olly, nods quickly. “Can we go downstairs?!”

“Are your brother and sister up too?” Josh mumbles through a yawn, sitting up.

The brother and sister in question, Jack and Daisy, come rushing in. “Yes, yes yes!!”

We slip our legs out either side of the duvet and the three kids start bouncing again, joyous grins on their faces.

“Okay, let us just grab our stuff on.” I’m trying to stall them as I slip into my dressing gown and Josh grabs my phone and his camera. I fumble with my tie and the boys grow impatient, moving to sit at the very top step. And then slipping on to the second top. Daisy watches me, twirling a strand of her honeyed hair over her nose. I used to do that when I was little, and the action always catches me; it was never something I taught her, or told her about, and yet she stands, almost a replica of a four year old me with less wild curls, doing the same thing. Olly and Jack, don’t seem to solely favour just Josh or me in their looks, at least not as much as Daisy. Olly definitely has my eyes, and Josh’s hair, while Jack is golden in eye and light brown in hair. But neither looks like just one of us.

“Come on mom!” So much for Daisy waiting on us a little more patiently.

I look up and Josh nods, cameras in his hands. “Good to go?!” I grin to my children who nod, the boys darting down the stairs. 

“Wait for your sister!” Josh shouts, following them, while I reach for our daughters hand.

“Come on Daisy-Bell, let’s see what Santa brought you.”

When we reach the bottom of the stairs, Josh has switched into living room security, while the boys rock on their toes desperate to see what Father Christmas has left.

Daisy lets go of my hand and flees to her older brothers, the three of them anxious to get passed their father. He doesn’t hang about in teasing them - or prolonging their suffering further - just handing me my cellphone and then pushing open the living room door.

Three little bodies dash forwards, then slow, mouths dropping at the Christmas scene before them and gasps escaping their lips before stretching into wide, face splitting grins.

“Mom look!” “He’s been!!!!” “Thank you Santa!”

“This one says Jack,” Olly states, pointing at one pile of presents, Jack crawling over on hands and knees to his section, swapping with Olly.

Paper is ripped up, presents and long sought after toys are held up to us, joy and excitement, wonder and complete belief lighting up their faces. Their laughter and pure, child spirits fill me with happiness so sincere that I have to purse my lips together in my beaming smile to stop myself from crying while I nod at their presents purchased by myself and Josh weeks ago, and take sneaky pictures of them in action on my phone.

Josh dives right in, filling things with batteries and building Daisy’s dollhouse, before challenging them all to a game of something that ends up resembling indoor basketball. I’m begged to play, but I don’t think our house could take a fifth player in whatever game they started, so I happily make everyone breakfast (extra strong and multiple cups of coffee for me and Josh) with radio Christmas songs on loop.

So when Josh falls back on to the sofa, and the kids lazily spoon cereal and chew on toast on the floor, surround by toys and presents, with one hand always admiring something, I hold out a mug to him.

He looks up at me, smiles and takes it gratefully. “Thanks, Jen.”

I ease down beside him, tucking my feet up and letting my shoulder rest against his. We sip our coffee and watch the kids in perfect silence for easily ten minutes. 

“Your present is under the tree.” Josh speaks without looking at me.

“So’s yours… later?”

I turn to him now and he nods. “Definitely.”

I smile softly and press my lips to his, realising that I hadn’t done so already today.

“I remember thinking, when I was growing up after the magic had kind of worn off a little, that Christmas was the best when you are a kid.”

Josh takes a sip of his coffee, but still nods. “Mmm.”

“But now I know. It’s not the best when you’re a kid. It’s best when you’ve got your own children. And you get to have…. this.” I grin again, and watch as Jack, Olly and Daisy start to race their remote control cars together the length of the room, Daisy clutching a stuffed bear under one arm too, all three of their faces so bright and overjoyed.

“I love how much they love it.”

“Joshy, can we have another one? Can that be my present next year?”

He laughs, but I don’t think he’s dismissing it. I would have a million children if watching them this happy made me feel this delighted and ecstatic from now until forever.

“I love you, Jen… Merry Christmas.”

I drop my head to his shoulder, yawning again. “I love you too, Josh.”


Merry Christmas Everyone!!

Tropical offspring - Joshifer Drabble

Thank you

1. Lovely MC for beta'ing for me and telling me to keep writing;

2. Jules and Raychel for the late night non sense and the “OMG YES WRITE THAT” after I threw that idea in!

Hope you 3 and everyone else like it! ♥


“What if something is wrong with him?” I whisper my concerns to Josh, as we follow the nurse to the ultrasound room.

“Or her,” he whispers back, “Nothing is wrong with that baby. Don’t worry.”

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Here’s the sequel to my previous one-shot, Destiny, based on ‘I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant’.


She wakes up, once again, to the sounds of a busy hospital morning. Nurses shuffling around in the halls. Doctors barking out orders loud enough to be heard through the closed door. Josh…standing off to the side, eyes locked on the pink bundle in his arms, a smiling lighting up his face as he bounces effortlessly, Destiny happy in her father’s gentle but strong safety.

He’s a natural. She had seen it from the first moment he held her, the way he had so delicately taken their little girl from her arms and cradled her little head in one palm. Sleepy as she had been, she can still picture the way he had held her against his chest, smiled down at their daughter, at Destiny, even though the words he spoke were about what would surely be a difficult conversation.

And overnight…unprepared as they both were for this, he was there for her. Their baby, crying every two hours for food, for a diaper change, and for food again. And neither he nor she had any knowledge of how to take care of a baby. What was usually months to prepare was dwindled down to a couple hours. But their little girl, so sweet, so precious, didn’t know that. And they had both been determined to take good care of her, despite the obstacles that stood in their way.

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Hurry Down the Chimney Tonight - Joshifer Christmas One Shot

Jennifer scaled the stairs to the currently locked attic that Josh had dubbed Santa’s workshop in their Kentucky home.  The large garbage bag in her hand was stuffed with a red and white Santa suit that she had rented for Josh to change into tonight for Christmas Eve to surprise their kids.  She rolled her eyes as she reached for the key to unlock the room.  She didn’t think she’d ever met someone who took Christmas as seriously as Josh did.  He had an entire system set up from decorations to his own personal wrapping station.  She tried her best just to stay out of it…but he needed to try on the suit to make sure it worked before tonight.

“You’re going to ruin our kids,” Jen deadpanned as she walked through the doorway looking around at the multitude of gifts he had scattered around the attic.

“You bite your tongue in Santa’s workshop, Mrs. Claus,” Josh chided from the floor, a bright red Santa hat sitting askew on his head where he we was sorting through Christmas gifts.  Her eyes, however, were more focused on her husband’s jeans stretching tightly across his ass and thighs as he squatted to the floor to grab another toy to wrap.

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Special Delivery - Joshifer One Shot

Just a little one shot in response to a prompt I received:

And exists in the same ‘verse as Don’t Worry Baby

Special Delivery

“What…what are you doing to her?”  Josh asked cautiously staring down the nurse.

“It’s an epidural Mr. Hutcherson.”

“That thing is HUGE,” Josh exclaimed gaping at the large needle.  “It looks like it’s for a horse!”

Jennifer’s eyes narrowed at Josh in a heavy glare, “Thanks a lot Josh for putting that terrifying image in my head.”

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~Stitched Together Outtake~

author’s note: I’ve been missing this story like crazy, so I only saw it fitting to write a little outtake from it. This little segment takes place after the last chapter, but 3 years before the epilogue. If you missed reading Stitched Together as much as I missed writing it, then I know you’ll enjoy this little snippet. Have fun, and read away :)

Listen to Rescue Me while reading. 

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Meeting Josh! (my story)

So we were waiting outside the gate for Heather (one of the people from SBNN/Josh’s friend) to take us over to the meet & greet spot. We just stood around & talked, then my sister told me to turn around because Josh was walking in! He smiled, waved, & said hi to everyone, then followed some people to go to the meet & greet spot. We waited a few more minutes & Heather took us over to the volleyball court’s bleachers & we walked to the top where there was like this little platform thingy that Josh was standing at with Andre (Josh’s friend & assistant), Amanda (Josh’s aunt), and some other people. Heather asked each of us for our names to mark off that we were there & to give us our tickets. Then we stood in line & waited. They were trying to set up a table for him to sign posters, but they couldn’t move it. So he picked it up & moved it by himself (those arms though). My sister & I started talking to this really nice girl we met named Athena & her mom while we were waiting. We watched Josh meet the people ahead of us in line & he smiled really big (it was freaking adorable) & said hi every time someone met him. I saw Andre while we were in line & said hi to him. He looked kinda surprised that I knew who he was, but he said hi back. We talked to him for a little while & he was really nice. My sister went to meet Josh before me & she gave Josh this little plastic award and mini cinnamon rolls that we bought for him. We told him that we heard he likes cinnamon rolls (from an interview with Jen) and he was so excited! (Another reason why is because he IS a cinnamon roll… too good for this world. Too pure.) He said that he hadn’t ate yet & he was really hungry, so he’d eat them for breakfast. Then I told him the award we got him wasn’t an Oscar, but we thought he deserved one. He said thank you & that he’d put it with his baseball awards on his table at home! :D My sister took her picture with him, then I gave him a hug. I took my picture with him & then asked if he liked my shirt. (It says idk man I just love Josh Hutcherson) He read it out loud & said, “I don’t know, man… I just love - oh, that’s awesome!” Then I asked if I could get a picture doing a hand heart like on my shirt. He said of course & we took a picture like that. After we took the picture, he said, “Why weren’t hand hearts a thing for pictures before? They should have been. It’s a good idea.” Then my sister & I asked him if we could get a picture of all 3 of us, which he said was no problem. We thanked him & said that we hope he enjoys the cinnamon rolls. We ate some breakfast with some of the other girls we met. We went over to Heather after we ate & got a picture with her and talked to her about where we live & some other stuff. 

After we were done talking to Heather, we were talking to Athena (one of the girls we met in line) & she said that she still had another ticket from her mom & that she could go up for extra time to meet Josh. She said that we could go with her & do a giant group picture. Our group went up & asked if he could pose a certain way. He asked if he could put his own spin on it & we said yeah. After that he wanted to see how the picture turned out, so he told the camera person to show him. We all gathered around the camera & looked at the picture together. One of the girls in the group (her name was Natalie) told him to stop crying in movies because it makes her cry & he said something along the lines of… “Sorry! It’s part of my job. Maybe the writers should stop making me cry.” Then we asked if he could do his cricket noise & he did! (there’s a video of it & you can hear us all going crazy) After the group picture, my sister & I got signed Peeta posters because we didn’t get one our first round & we told him we were the ones who gave him the cinnamon rolls. He said, “Yeah, they were trying to give me fruit! I don’t want to eat fruit!” We wished him good luck in the volleyball game & stood off to the side, talking to each other & watching other people meet him. (I heard him do the cricket noise again :D ) When he was leaving, we were standing right by him & said thanks again. He waved & said bye, then everyone left the meet & greet area. 

There were tons of booths with free samples & some games, so we played this game they had. Then Amanda got in line, so I said hi. She waved back at me. Then we saw Josh walking through a back way (I think to go to his hotel) with Andre & a few other people, so my sister & I went over to him again to thank him. He said hi to us again & then he went off. 

Later we met up with one of the girls we talked to at the meet & greet (her name was Natalie) with her dad. We were trying to get seats for the volleyball game, but there was a women’s game going on & there wasn’t really any seats. They finally did a little awards ceremony & we decided to try to get seats on the actual court at the sand. Nobody got up though, but we found an little space to stand & asked the people sitting near there if we could stand by them. They said no problem, so we were literally right on the sand at the little barrier thingy. Josh came out & everyone screamed like crazy. I took tons of pictures! Later he came over to the barrier & ran by it to high five everyone. He touched my hand! :D Then he continued playing & the game lasted only like 20 minutes or so. At the end, the players took a group picture & they all started dancing. I got to see my baby dance in person!!!!!! Then they all started leaving, but Josh was kinda getting crowded, so security took him off into a little area to get away from the crowds. We left after that, so that’s my story! 

I want to thank all of the people who helped run the event, Josh, & all of the girls I met. Everyone was so nice & it was totally worth it. Josh was such a sweetheart! I’ll be sure to upload some of the pictures I took when I transfer them from my camera to the computer.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a fanfic on Josh and Jennifer spending Thanksgiving together or a cute fic where they baby their dogs and call them their kids.

Sure! I’m gonna go with Joshifer spending Thanksgiving together :)
I have no idea if Jen has a lot of uncles, aunts or little cousins so I just made that up. Also her nephew is called David right? Oh well.

~ Joshifer one-shot ~

As soon as my mom and I step outside we approach the cars that just parked in front of the house to greet the family; a couple of uncles with their wives, my aunt and my nine year old cousin.
It’s cold and I’m wearing just a hoodie but soon their hugs make me feel warm. We tell everyone to go inside while we wish our neighbors a happy Thanksgiving, who are just walking across the road towards us.

I small chat with them, tell them how relaxed I am now that I’ve got a few weeks off, and how happy to be home with my family. I most certainly shouldn’t have said the word ‘relaxed’, because as soon as it comes out of my mouth, I spot a couple of paparazzi behind the bushes on the other side of the road. Fucking great. I feel that anger is about to take over me but I don’t let it. I want to show them my middle finger but I can’t. I need to stay calm.

Using the cold weather as an excuse, I say goodbye to my neighbors and walk back into the house, only to find the best image I could have possibly imagined. My aunts and sister-in-law checking the food in the kitchen, my dad, uncles and brothers chatting about football, and my cousin trying to teach my nephew her name.

I sigh happily at the sight of my family as I finally make my way over to Josh’s side on the couch. He places his hand on my knee and gives it a little squeeze.

“You can’t look outside any window or get close to them,” I snap.

I am incredibly happy that he’s here but I knew there would be risks. Of course my mom didn’t think of it when she sent Josh to the store to get some beans while I was in the shower, and he didn’t seem to care either, but I do, and I know we need to be careful. At this point I’m starting to get tense again.

“Why would I want to look outside the window when the most beautiful woman is right here?”

He always knows exactly what to say to make me smile. To be honest, I’m waiting for him to add ‘and I mean your mom’, but he doesn’t say anything else. So I rest my head on his shoulder and take his hand in mind, intertwining our fingers softly.
Here we don’t need to hide. Here we can be a normal couple. Here there are no cameras pointing at us or people calling our names. Here we can be ourselves.

Our peaceful moment is kind of broken when my young cousin walks up to us with a silly smile on her face. I grab her hand and help her sit down on my lap as I give her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“How’s this lovely princess?” I say as I check out the pink dress she is wearing.

“I’m okay,” she replies a bit shyly.

I notice she won’t stop looking at Josh. “Did you say hi to Josh?”

“I did earlier, but I wanna ask him something now.”

Josh gets all happy to have the kid’s attention. “Of course! You can ask me anything,” he says as he smiles at both of us.

“Can you do the cricket sound?”

I can’t help but laugh out loud. I did not see that one coming. However, I don’t know if I should be scared about the fact that she knows he can do that –who told her? Or what was she watching?-, or happy because she actually knows something about him. Anyways, the question is hilarious and I can’t wait for Josh’s response.

“Absolutely,” he giggles as he realizes he has to get serious to do the sound. And I’m not helping because I really can’t stop laughing.

I kiss my cousin’s temple, partly to hide my face so Josh can focus, and partly to thank her for her amazing question.
Josh starts doing the cricket sound as my cousin opens her mouth in awe and goes “you really sound like a cricket!”, which forces Josh to keep doing it for her entertainment.

It’s just when he’s done and my cousin is clapping her hands when I notice my little nephew David is right beside us looking at Josh with wide eyes and half his hand inside his mouth.

“Aw, Joshy, look who wants to hear more of that sound!” I exclaim as I motion for my nephew to come closer. I can’t pick him up since my cousin is already on my lap, but Josh takes care of that.  He reaches out his arms and waits for David to take the first step. He hesitates for a moment, but when he sees me smiling at him and encouraging him to come to us, he runs to Josh’s open arms.

Josh adjusts him on his lap and little David finally takes his hand out of his mouth only to bring his wet fingers to my boyfriend’s lips, silently asking him to make the sound that has caused him to join our private party.

To my own amusement, David starts cracking up and, in a matter of seconds, he causes my cousin to do the same. I can’t help but watch them have fun with us, with Josh. I look at him and realize he is enjoying this moment so much. Everyone else is just minding their own business while I am witnessing the cutest moment of the day.

And for the rest of the weekend, I forget about everything else. I forget about my job, the fame, the paparazzi’s outside my house, the media, the upcoming events… I relax and I focus on those who make me, well, me. My family, who love me and support me and bear with my annoying and loud self; my friends, who are always there for me, unconditionally, no questions asked. And Josh, the young boy who started off as my co-star, then became my best friend, and is now the person I share everything with. That person that not only knows how to treat me, but knows how to love me in a way I had never been loved before.

Everything to Nothing: Chapter 3

Thanks once again to distractedbyjoshifer and kleighd80 for your help!! Here’s Chapter 3!!! :) Feedback appreciated!!!

Here’s the first two chapters!! Chapter 1 & Chapter 2

“I love you so much,” Josh whispers in my ear while we lay on the couch.

He’s playing with my short, blonde locks, while I run my fingers through the patch of hair on his chest.

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