3 minutes 45 seconds

feelings for which there are no words
  • the inexplicable, specific way taylor swift’s face upsets you
  • wanting to wrap 17 year old harry styles up in your arms so tightly that he is squished
  • the way your chest hurts when you watch top 30 most iconic larry stylinson moments
  • what the fuck ed sheeran?
  • when it needs to end but doesn’t end
  • all 3 minutes and 45 seconds of sweet creature
  • home
Fears (Connor Murphy x Fem!Reader smut)

WC: 2,743

Request:  PLS DO A SUPER ANGSTY READER X CONNOR SMUT THANKS

A/N: I’m proud of this???

Warnings: Smut (duh), weed mention, hair pulling, language 


You were one of the most important people in Connor’s life. When he felt like the whole world was screwing him over, he would find comfort in your embrace. He needed you in his life and couldn’t imagine life without you. That’s why he called you when you his parents were pissing him off again.

You were climbing up white criss cross thing that vines grow on. You were lucky it was attached to the house well enough because you were sure you’d die if you fell from that height. You tried to lightly knock on his window but ended up making a loud thud. Connor cursed at the noise and opened his window. You were able to climb through, thankfully he took out the screen.

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Dr Styles

Dr Harry Styles was an elite cardio thoracic surgeon and the best in the field, he was also the hottest doctor in the hospital and you were the surgical intern who happened to have a huge crush your boss. 


There was no denying that being a surgical intern was hard. The hours, the being a slave to your attending, the blood, the competition to be the best against every other intern, the constant expectation to not kill anyone. So when starting out at a new hospital after moving across the country you never expected to add falling in love with your attending to the list of things making being an intern hard. Dr Harry Styles was not only one of the best cardio surgeons in the country, a badass in the OR constantly trying new techniques and letting the interns try things way above their skill level, but he was extremely attractive. You’d always thought that the thing about no one ever looking good in scrubs was true, but the second you had seen Dr Styles in those blue scrubs post heart transplant you knew they’d never seen him. You were in awe of him as were so many other interns, people fought over who would be in surgeries with him argued over who sat near his table in the cafeteria and there was waiting list to watch him do a teaching lab, and you were on it.

You were late, running through the hospital avoiding crashing into any nurses, patients or anything else than may have been lining the hallways. The first day of being taught by Dr Styles and you had to have been thrown up on by someone in the emergency room after picking up an extra shift to try and pay off the medical school bills you had ,requiring you to change scrubs and run 3 minutes and 45 seconds late to pre rounds. You had hopped you’d be able to sneak in ad go unnoticed, there was 6 others being taught by him today, you were an intern, so unimportant he’d never even realise you were gone.
“ Dr Y/L/N, please explain to me, your fellow interns and Mrs O’hare who is in heart failure and needing surgery today why your 3 minutes and 47 seconds late” he didn’t even make eye contact with you while the words laced with venom slipped out causing everyone in the room stare at you, wild eyed and out of breathe from running.
“ Im sorry Dr Styles, Mrs O’hare, I was thrown up on in the ER I didn’t want to show up covered in vomit” you scrambled out apologising, the interns snickering away before Dr Styles shushed them and continued on talking about the patient.

The day dragged on, between checking on patients and taking blood samples from Dr Styles to the labs to patients from their rooms to CT, MRI or x-ray you were exhausted. The main competition between interns was who could clock the most hours in the OR and being the new girl the attending’s didn’t know you as well as the others therefore not trusting you in their surgeries like the others. You were at the nurses station outside Mrs O’hares room updating her chart downing your 4th cup of coffee when you heard someone clear their throat.
“ Dr Y/L/N , an update on Mrs O’hare please” his accent was so dreamy to you as someone who had grown up in another country that it took you a second to register what he said before snapping back to focus and giving him an update
“ Hmm, have you ever seen a heart transplant y/n?” Harry spoke staring at you with such intense eyes, ones that you knew had been at the hospital much longer than your average surgeon.
“ No Dr Styles Ive seen videos and read about it in medical journals but never in real life” you spoke shakily, there goes another surgery you thought, experiencing a heart transplant was a major benefit, one you knew the others in your intern year had seen and you hadn’t.
“ That settles it then, prep Mrs O’hare for surgery in an hour and bring her to OR 4, you’re assisting me” you thanked him as he walked away like he had asked you to grab him a coffee rather than offering you a case that could put you in the lead of your intern class. You were ecstatic over the moon to be able to see the surgery let alone be in the same room as such an outstanding surgeon.

The surgery had been amazing, you were allowed to open the patient and was allowed to stay next to the table to assist with clamps and suction the whole surgery, until Mrs O’hare’s heart stopped beating and she died. You’d never lost a patient before, never been in the room when a patient coded or was shocked, sure you knew how to do all the things if need be they happen, but you’d never been in the situation to realise how much it hurt. You stood at the basin scrubbing trying not to cry, you had no idea how hard this would be, especially  now when your surgical icon was in the other room signing a piece of paper to hand over the patients body to the morgue before he walked into the scrub room and started washing next to you.
“ You did great in there today Dr Y/L/N, losing a patient is hard, but you have to remember they knew the risks and that you did everything you could to save them” he spoke quietly into the room sensing that you weren’t the same bubbly girl you had been when the surgery had started 4 hours ago. A tear had slipped down you cheek, you couldn’t wipe it away till you had finished scrubbing which meant you couldn’t also stop the stream of little  tears that decided to flow.
“ How do you do this Dr Styles? How do you get over it , I wasn’t even the lead surgeon and all I feel like doing is crying because she’s dead” you just about sobbed.
“ You don’t get over your first death Dr Y/L/N, you learn that you did your best like you swore an oath to do and that you learnt from that a patient and you will try harder next time” he spoke calmly finishing scrubbing and leaning against the basin to look at you.
“ She was someones mum, and grandma and wife and sister and daughter and she’s gone because we couldn’t get her back” you couldn’t help the tears from flowing now and you were thankful it was just the two of you in the room to see you sob over the basin.
“ Please don’t cry y/l” Dr Styles spoke so sweetly causing you to look up at him. You’d never realised how young he was before now, he’d only just be a few years older than you but you’d completely over looked it due to his success in the field.
“ Im sorry Dr Styles, I just wanted to do so well today, I didn’t think she’d die” you cried and before you could even register it he had pulled you into his scrubs covered chest rubbing  his hand on your back to sooth you while shushing you and telling you everything would be okay.

You had stayed like that in the scrub room for a few minutes as you slowly calmed down while Dr Styles had held you.
“ Thank you” you said wiping your eyes as you pulled away from his embrace tears now on his dark navy scrubs.
“ Your welcome y/n, but Im your attending so this cant happen again. Im here to teach you, and if I come to believe you cant recover from a loss of patients well in the future, I will have to let the hospital know your inability to be a surgeon death is something you need to come to terms with, understand?” the kind, sweet man who had just been there comforting you was long gone and in his place took a surgeon who could barely look you in the eye.
“ Yes, sir I understand” you spoke looking down at your feet suddenly feeling embarrassed of what had just happened.
“ Good, I want notes on what happened in the surgery and what could have changed the outcome in Mrs O’hare’s file in an hour” he curtly spoke before exiting the room, the sudden realisation that Dr Harry Styles had the inability to make or break your career, and despite your major crush and the sweetness you had just encountered, it had dawned on you that ,this precise moment could give him reason to end your career.


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tick tock | jungkook

Genre: Fluff, Soulmate!AU

Characters: Jungkook & Reader [ft. Seventeen’s Hong Jisoo aka Joshua]

Word Count: 1.3k

Description: A soulmate!au where in there is a timer on your wrist which tells you exactly when you’ll meet your soulmate.

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I made my decision.

Here's my workout plan (I haven't forgot you guys lol)

At Home Weekly Workout Plan 💪
Monday: Leg/Glute Day (Each exercise with 1 minute in between)
5 x 10 Donkey kicks with each leg
5 x 10 Squats w/wo weights
5 x 5 Side Lunges
4 x 12 Squats with kickback
1 minute of Step Ups
5 x 10 Hip thrust
5 x 10 Squat and lift knees
5 x 5 Kickbacks
5 x 10 Bulgarian Lunges
5 x 10 Glute Bridge

Tuesday: Abs Day
1 minute of plank twist
3 x 10 Ab Pulse Up
45 seconds Flutter Kicks
1 minute of Regular Planks
20+ Crunches

Wednesday: (Rest day)

Thursday: Arm/Glutes
20+ Push Ups
5 x 10 Sumo Squats
Regular arm lift w/ weights
5 x 5 Jumping Squats
10 x 10 Hip Thrusts

Friday: (Rest Day)

Saturday & Sunday: Mixed
20+ Push Ups
5 x 10 Donkey Kicks
5 x 10 Squats
20+ Crunches
45 seconds Flutter Kicks
1 minute Planks
1 minute of Step Ups
5 x 5 Bulgarian Lunges
5 x 10 Bounce Lunges

F. Chopin - Etude Op. 25 No. 11 in A minor
Nescio Nomen (performer)
F. Chopin - Etude Op. 25 No. 11 in A minor

This is a performance of Monsieur Chopin’s Etude Op. 25 No. 11 in A minor. It was recorded a few nights ago, during a rain storm. While the piece has been dubbed the ‘winter wind,’ I’ve always associated the sounds the piano generates to resemble more the noises of a violent thunderstorm as opposed to winter’s icy howl… I recorded this under rather strained conditions: it was very late and the duties of the day had more than worn me out. So it was serendipitous - if also strange - to have made a recording I was happy with in a sort of final burst of energy and during a May rainstorm. Almost immediately thereafter I collapsed into bed for a peaceful sleep.
Performance time: 3 minutes, 45 seconds.
(N.B.: For optimal listening, it may be advisable to turn down the speakers since Tumblr mangles uploaded audio)
I hope you enjoy listening! Please share and re-post as you like!

3 Day Wall Sit Challenge

*Day 1*
Morning: 1 minute wall sit

Afternoon: 1 minute 15 sec wall sit

Night: 1 min 30 sec wall sit.

Day 1 total: 3 minutes 45 seconds.

*Day 2*
Morning: 1 min 45 sec wall sit

Afternoon: 2 min wall sit

Night: 2 min 30 sec wall sit

Day 2 total: 6 minutes, 15 seconds.

*Day 3*
Morning: 2 min 30 sec wall sit

Afternoon: 3 min wall sit

Night: 3 min 30 sec wall sit

Day 3 total: 9 minuts

*Over all total* = 19 minute wall sit in 3 days.


Your legs will be sore😉😁

You are so hot you make fire jealous

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Pairing:
Dean x Cas
Rated: M
Words: 630


Cas is usually not complaining about the hotness of his boyfriend. Dean is the uptown funk kind of hot, hot damn. And Cas really loves him. Of course he would also love Dean if Dean wasn’t Mr. Universe himself, if Michelangelo hadn’t decide he wanted to help God out with creating Dean’s body, if angels hadn’t sacrificed their graces for the beauty of Dean’s soul and okay Cas should probably stop her before it gets too cheesy. You get the picture. Dean is a fine piece of men flesh. And Cas really doesn’t mind.

Until Lisa Braeden asked if Dean could model for her art project. Topless. Of course Dean agreed, he loves showing off his stunning abs, his left arm covered in breath taking tattoos, loves pulling his blue steel.

Now Cas would not have minded Dean modelling topless, if it had been literally anybody else but Lisa. Perfect Lisa, nice Lisa, beautiful Lisa. Top in all of her classes, founder of various clubs and always flirting with Dean. And the worst thing, Dean flirts back. But that is only because everybody flirts with Dean. It’s impossible to talk to Dean and not to flirt. The thing is, he flirts more with Lisa than with everybody else.

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On tonights episode of My Drunk Sister

Tonight we learned:

- that’s she’s really drunk
- that I need to shut the fuck up
- that I’m really funny (a major lie)
- that we could wake up our sleeping parents at any moment with that damn hall door open (a major truth)
- how to make a margarita with mystery alcohol
- that she can’t use the microwave
- that yes you DID try to make popcorn
-that yes it really is 2:10 a.m.
- that you only need to put popcorn in the microwave for 45 seconds rather than for 3 minutes and 10 seconds
- that one should always put halibut in one’s popcorn
- that 13 Reasons Why is a horrible show
- that I need to meet her boyfriend right this minute
- that said boyfriend is really good with our mom
- that said boyfriend would love me
- my sister had a horrible Christmas last year and is wasn’t my fault
- my mental illness isn’t my fault
- my mental illness is no one’s fault
- my mental illness is in fact at fault of one Donald Trump
- we as a family need to meditate
- that I can talk to her about my problems
- that she can talk to me about her problems
- that Donald Trumps orange skin is a mystery that no one can solve
- that she can’t turn on the stove
- that she CAN with my help
- that she forgot how to make an egg
- that the pan for the egg she was going to make sat on the unheated stovetop for two hours while we had a heart to heart
- that I’m the best sister for getting proper food, liquids, and Advil in her before she went to bed
- that she doesn’t want me to be an adult
- that being the adult is her job
- that yes it’s really 4:14 a.m.
- that yes both really do need to get to bed

And that concludes tonight’s episode of My Drunk Sister! Tune in next time for more of Claire’s drunk shenanigans and my worrying for her livers well being.

Me talking about wholesome content:

▶🔘—+———– 0.00002 mins

Me talking about deep psychological issues I have, psychoanalyzing cartoons, discussing my shallow and parasitic obsessions with men and my fascination with kingpins and drug related terrorism while asking if this person is still my friend 20,478,345,473 times now that they know all these things about me at such an early stage of our friendship:

▶🔘———-+— 3 years 23 days 15 hours 12 minutes 45 seconds

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1theK’s Guide to Ideal Idols You Should Fall For
#Baby Demon #Wake Up Call #Peaceful Dokyeom #Lovely Dokyeom #Wah Its Me #That Dokyeomie Kid is Good Looking 

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Name: Lee Seokmin
Date of Birth & Age: 97.02.18 20 Years Old
Company: Pledis Entertainment
Debut: 2015 Seventeen Mini Album ‘17 Carat’

Song Parts:

Even if my lips are dry, I need to say this baby
-Adore U-

Hold on girl. From now on,
I’m gonna call you mine
-Mansae-

On one fine day
you magically appeared
You took my heart and attracted my eyes,
you’re greedy
-Pretty U-

I used to need wake-up calls in the morning
So why am I waking up so easily today
-Very Nice-

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Within the first 3 and half minutes of Seventeen’s Adore U ‘Let’s Dance’, Dokyeom was introduced with his aegyo ‘I dreamed of a ghost too’. It was at this time that we all become interested in Dokyeom..  ☆

Page 3:

Within the 7 minutes and 45 seconds of Seventeen’s Manse Qmentary, out of no where this Lee Seokmin yelled ‘PORK BELLY’ to prove his manliness hahahahahahaha How to deal with men trying to prove their manliness is let them do it quietly. 

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On Melon Premier Showcase, Lee Seokmin showed his Vocal Power on stage singing ‘Say Yes’… Isn’t he only funny? Nope, not at all. This person, Lee Seokmin’s, singing is out of this world.  Why isn’t he your ideal? Fall for him!

Trans Credit: fyseokmin
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if u guys are sad that that gif is fake just remember that mulder and scully have kissed so many times. like a lot. in the middle of brushing teeth kisses, im halfway out the door and late but give me a real kiss kisses, scratchy beard kisses, in the middle of getting dressed but don’t leave I miss you already kisses, I’m stuck in a time warp and you don’t know me but if I don’t make it through this I need to kiss you before I die kisses, stop trying to distract me from this expense report kisses, what were you thinking kisses, quick corner of the mouth kisses during breakfast, we’re on the couch on a sunday afternoon and time is standing still kisses, I can’t believe you almost just died again– actually I can kisses, “but I love your nose” nose kisses, we found real zombies and the world didn’t end kisses, you scared me kisses, you know I’m right kisses, stop talking you’re ruining the mood kisses, I haven’t kissed you in 3 hours 19 minutes and 45 seconds and it’s killing me kisses, it’s okay I’m right here kisses, what took you so long kisses, “I’m just telling you this so I could whisper in your ear” ear kisses, that was a bad joke but I’m so in love with you kisses,

Tell Me Yes

~this is for everyone who has suffered the wrath of Mockingjay Part One and needs something super fluffy. ohmyjoshiferr and I hope you all love it!~


Every time Liam put his arm around Jennifer, a rage grew inside him. He knew it was for their protection. So that they could be a couple in secret, but he couldn’t take it anymore.

But somehow she always managed to calm him down with her quick yet longing gazes. He knew she was just about as happy with the situation as he was but somehow those looks, filled with lust and adoration, stabilized all of his nerves in a matter of seconds.

And at night, he was the one who went home with her. The one who made love to her.

“Josh?” Her melodic voice broke him out his dark thoughts. “Come back to me!” She said in a teasing voice.

“Sorry,” He smiled trying to laugh it off.

Jennifer’s brow creased and she cupped his cheek. “Something’s wrong. Don’t lie to me.”

He brought his hand up to cover hers and leaned into her warm palm. “Let’s just do it today.”

This caused her to pull her hand away but he still had a gentle grip on her wrist. Jennifer’s gaze fell to their feet. “Josh, you know we can’t do that. Not now at least.”

Josh sighed. “Screw what they say.” Sneaking around for almost a year has killed him. They almost blew it with Cannes, but thank God for both of their publicists. “I am tired of hiding with you.”

“So am I. Believe me.” She was tired of everything. There were so many moments throughout the interviews where she just wanted to grab his hand or kiss those pink lips of his. “But you know why.”

He did know. And it killed him most of the time. “I know. And I hate it.” He leaned over, cupped her cheeks and kissed her slowly.

“I love you,” She whispered when they pulled away from each other. He sighed and gave her one last peck on the lips.

“I love you too.” She straightened out his tie for him with a shy smile on her lips.

“You get out first?”

He nodded as his hand headed for the car door handle. “We have to leave our queen for her grand entrance.”

“Shut up,” She giggled, slapping his chest lightly with her hand.

“I thought you were wearing the gold and black dress?” he asked before climbing out.

Jennifer smirked. “It’s not my fault it’s ruined.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Josh smirked back at her right before he disappeared into the bright lights of the premier.

Jennifer cursed under her breath and waited a few minutes before climbing out of the limo. Fans that lined the streets screamed and chanted her name.

Their smiles clicked instantly at the shouting fans along with the rest of the cast scattered across the red carpet. Interview after interview passed and soon she and Josh were surrounded by cameras and Liam stepped in to save the day.

He threw his arms around Josh and Jennifer, almost blocking them completely from the cameras. The tabloids would probably just call it another “infamous Hunger Games” hug or something along those lines.

“You guys are lucky I’m here,” Liam smirked, “Those cameras probably would’ve caught you two making out for god sakes.”

Jennifer looked up at Liam. “Thank you.” She said and rested her forehead against Josh’s.
“I love you,” she mouthed.

He barely got to mouth the same words back to her before he was thrown into an interview by some interviewers near by. It seemed like all the questions were the same, and when Jennifer was asked certain questions about what she was doing now, she almost found herself slipping and giving away her private relationship with Josh.

The nicknames that they called each other just slipped out so naturally; she couldn’t help that she was used to saying them so often. Sometimes they just…popped out.

She knew she would be chastened by Liz later on, but she didn’t care. She only hoped they could some how manage to leave the after party and go home so she can have her way with him.

“Are you okay?” Josh asked her as they made their way into the theater.

She gently brushed her hand against his arm and smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Josh looked over his shoulder and pulled her aside by a dark corridor. “Don’t lie to me,” he said quickly pecking her lips.

“I’m not. I promise.” She looked up, finding his hazel eyes in the dark room. “Sometimes it’s just hard not to kiss you when you look so good.” He smirks at her.

He snuck his hand under the thick layer of her dress and gave her rear a squeeze. “You’ll make it up to me,” he whispered.

“You’re gonna get it for that, Hutcherson,” She whispers back with smirk while walking onto the stage with the rest of the cast. He grinned and walked in after her.

-

“Do you really want to stay here?” Her voice pleaded quietly in his ear, her eyes scoping out everyone around them. They were surrounded by all of the cast and crew, which they both love dearly but after all…Josh was still just a little “sick.”

The two of them were pressed up against each other on the dance floor, moving slowly to the beat. Josh nipped her earlobe. “No, I really want to go home and take you out of this tempting dress,” he said.

“I’m all yours.” Her smile was more of a smirk and he wanted nothing more than to kiss those baby pink lips. The temptation was so strong but the risk was way too high with all the reporters around them.

“I’ll leave first,” he whispered as they slowly walked toward the back exit. “Just hang out with Liam for about ten minutes and I’ll be waiting at home.”

Her bottom lip pushed forward, creating her infamous platypus face. “Ten minutes is so long…” She dragged out her words, exaggerating each syllable.

Josh rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop,” he said.

Jennifer crossed her arms and deepened her pout. “Don’t make fun of me.“

“I’m not, but you’ll live.” She rolled her eyes, watching his every step out the door.

She subtly gives him the middle finger and pouts back to the bar where she orders a beer. "Loverboy ditch you?” Jena asked a few minutes later, after noticing Jennifer’s sulking.

She let out a hum in response, taking another swig at her bottle before she looked down at the timer ticking away on her phone. “That’s probably what it looks like.”

“I’m confused,” Jena said, eyebrows furrowed.

“Good.” Jennifer smiled and straightened out her long, black dress. 7 minutes and 15 seconds.

She might have started the timer a little early.

“Well I guess we’ll catch up later.” And like that, Jena had gone with smirk on her lips. She tore away from the bar ledge in search of one very tall, bearded man.

Jennifer saw Liam standing at a table and she trotted over to him, hoping to kill some time until she could meet Josh at his house, which was hers too. Well not really. She had moved in with him just a few weeks ago, her actual house a few minutes down the street from his, serving as a decoy. It was the only way they could possibly keep their relationship to themselves.

5 minutes and 23 seconds.

They haven’t told anyone yet. Everyone just assumes that they’re neighbors now. Why the hell would I need a second house? She laughed to herself, grabbing the attention of Liam right next to her. She tipped a little to her side and rested a hand on his arm for support.

“A little buzzed are we, Lawrence?”

Jennifer scowled. “Shut up,” she growled.

3 minutes and 45 seconds.

She just wanted to go home and see Josh again.

“You know you don’t have to hide it from me,” Liam said. “Francis told me a month ago about you two. Why do you think you and I are doing so many interviews together?”

She laughed again and finished off the rest of her beer. She figured he had known.

“You mean you think I didn’t do those interviews out of love?” She gasped dramatically, holding a hand to her heart.

“You’re full of crap.” They both laughed and tried to ignore the cameras probably closing in on them any second. The vibrations from her phone were some kind of miracle.

Not even five minutes after the words ‘timer done’ had flashed on her phone, her goodbyes were all done and she was out the door.

The ride to her and Josh’s house seemed to go on forever, but as soon as she saw the wooded yard and the abundance of trees, she let out a sigh of relief. Jennifer needed her rock, and needed him bad.

She thanked the driver with a generous tip. He had even given into her demand to drive as fast as possible. Somehow, there had been no sign of any paparazzi anywhere. She was more than thankful.

When she entered the house, Josh was nowhere to be found, which was unusual.

She tossed her shoes to the side along with her small purse. “Honey?” She shouted letting her voice echo against the walls. There was no answer. “Josh?” A rush of panic ran through her as she walked through the house looking for Josh. He was nowhere to be seen and she could not figure out what the hell was going on.

“This isn’t fucking funny,” She muttered under her breath soon stomping up the steps to find the problem. She checks the bathroom first. Nothing. Then she checks the master bedroom.

“If this is some kind of prank-” The small piece of paper that sat neatly on top of the made bed interrupted her from voicing her inner thoughts.

‘Jennifer, I wanted tonight to be special. Follow the clues that are listed below,’

Her mouth hung open in shock for a couple seconds. She had no idea what to even think but she picked up the small card anyway.

Clue #1: Our favorite place to visit in the early morning hours.

“What the…” She breathed out, words twisted in confusion.

The back patio. That’s where they spent most of their mornings. From early morning sex or just watching the sun rise. She knew where to go.

She laughed out loud, finding the next clue right on the table on the back patio. Jennifer could not believe he was sending her on a fucking scavenger hunt. She grabbed the next card, appreciating the extremely messy handwriting she only knew to be Josh’s.

Clue #2: Why don’t you grab your keys and head over to your “second house”, neighbor.

She didn’t even have to see it to know that he had the biggest smirk while writing that. At this point she was done complaining about whatever little game this was. She just wanted to find him immediately.

She walked into the garage, not even surprised to find another card in her windshield wipers.

Not a clue but you should probably check something you’ll never ride.

That damn Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

Jennifer sighed and walked over to the motorcycle that was parked at the other end of the garage. A single rose and another notecard sat on the seat.

Clue #3: I wish I could give this rose to you, Katniss. Why don’t you come to me and maybe I can.

She shook her head with a small smile, recognizing the line from the movie. She took the flower before she hopped into her car. At least her destination was only down the street.

There were no lights on, at least none that she had seen. The only noticeable thing was the bright white card against the dark paint of the door.

“God, how much longer is this?” Almost as if he had predicted her thoughts, she read the next clue.

You’re getting close. I promise. Clue #4: Remember where we christened your new house first?

She grinned. Jennifer would never forget the two of them tangled together in her bathtub, moving slowly as they made love after a long day of moving. Maybe he would just be waiting for naked in there. One could only hope.

She unlocked the door quickly, turning on some lights before rushing upstairs. The bathroom door was wide open and the bright lights poured through. There the card was sitting, perched up by a candle on the sill of the bathtub.

Clue #5: The place all of our dreams are made.

“This isn’t funny!” She called out walking towards her bedroom. This game he was playing with her wasn’t fun anymore and she was growing impatient. Jennifer pushed open the door, relieved to see him next to the bed, facing away from the door.
“Joshy, was all of this really nec-” Her question was cut off by the sight of the room. Candles lined every shelf and table top of the entire bedroom. He had changed back into a suit, the black material clinging to his every muscle. She barely had time to think before she saw him down on one knee, a small velvet box propped open in his hand.

“Oh my god,” she mumbled. She wasn’t expecting this. Not at all.

She cupped her hands over her mouth as her eyes practically bulged out of her head. She could she his hand shaking.

“Okay I know this isn’t the ideal time but…” She could sense his nervousness and she wished that he realized how happy she was in that moment.

She couldn’t say anything. She just let him ramble. “But I couldn’t wait anymore. I know we’re waiting until part two comes out to make us official, but I’m done waiting to marry you.”

“I know this is sudden but I love you. I love you so much it almost hurts me.” She was sure her hand was shaking over her mouth at that point. “Jennifer, please say something.” His eyes were pleading, his hand gripping the box impossibly tight.

She stepped forward and covered his hand with hers. His whole body shuddered in fear of denial. Finally, she had spoken.

“You’re such an idiot.” The dreaded silence drowned the air around then. “And I fucking love you. Yes. Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”

Josh sighed in relief. “I was so scared you’d say no,” he said, slipping the ring on her finger.

“You’re crazy,” She smiled and happy tears slid down her face as she watched him put the ring on.

He shook his head, cupped her face and brought her lips to his. It was rushed and messy but exactly what they needed. Their relationship would never be normal and this was the closest they could get to that. She just wanted to kiss him until they both passed out. Tears mingled where their lips met but they did not care whatsoever. Somewhere in the mix, his tongue slipped in, tangling hers with his own. She gripped his shoulders so tight she was afraid it would bruise. He held and kissed her back with the exact amount of passion and intensity, maybe even more.

Josh’s finger started untying the string to her dress. He needed her now.

He kissed down her neck as the dress fell to the floor. Her back arched, pushing her closer to him. She pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders and took out the clip out of her hair. His mouth sucked on the dip in her collarbone, one spot her knew drove her crazy.

“Josh,” Jennifer whispered breathlessly.

“Yeah?” He asked in a calm whisper.

She pulled away from him just slightly to point to her ring finger, now with a shiny diamond ring. “Ack!”
Josh held his head back in laughter and shook his head. “Way to ruin the moment,” he said.

“Shut up,” She laughed with him, “You love it.”

“I do,” He smiled, pulling her closer so her lips were only a breath away, “I love you.” His lips latched onto hers once again and she sighed in response. They went slower than usual, both wanting to savor the happy moment. He gently laid her down on the bed behind them. After the rest of their clothes were shed, Josh smiled down at her. He truly couldn’t believe it had happened and she had said yes.

With each kiss across her chest, lavishing her supple skin with his tongue, he whispered an ‘I love you”. She couldn’t contain her happiness at all, letting him see the widespread grin across her lips that would probably never disappear.

“Josh, please,” She sighed, her voice throaty and quiet, “I want you. Now.”

He groaned into her neck as she hooked her ankles together at the small of his back. He pushed into her, slow and gentle, eliciting a string of moans and sighs from both of them. Her nails clawed at the skin on his back and his switched between caressing her body and being tangled in her hair. Together, they found a steady rhythm that threatened to bring them over the edge quickly with each trust. His hand seeked hers in the sheets, entwining them together with a tight squeeze. His hips began to snap against hers faster and faster, their breathing becoming desperate puffs of air. She threw her head back at the feel of the incoming waves of pleasure. He clenched his jaw, closely falling apart right after her.

After they came down from their high, Josh stayed inside her, his gaze transfixed on her blue eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know?”

She hummed happily against his lips and snuggled closer into his sweaty skin. “Nope. But I think you’re very pretty.” Her smile still hadn’t disappeared. It got even wider when she brought her left hand up to cup his jaw and the sparkle of her ring caught her eye.

“You said yes.” When he said it, his grin grew even more. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Her fingers played with the short hairs at the back of his neck. Their legs were completely tangled beneath the sheets.

“No. I mean…I don’t know. Can you just let a guy be nervous?” He laughed, letting his voice drop to a whisper. “Besides you’re you. How could I not be scared shitless?”

“You mean you were afraid I would give you another concussion? I understand. I’m a little intimidating that way.”

“You’re unbelievable sometimes, you know?” He asked, his hand resting on her bare hip. “I thought we decided to never bring that up again?”

“You should know I don’t play by the rules, Josh. And you’re going to be stuck with this unbelievable-ness forever now so you better get used to it.”

“Unbelievable-ness?” He asked with a chuckle and she nodded confidently.
“You’re stuck with me forever.” Jennifer grinned and placed a quick peck on his lips.

“Who said I wanted to get rid of you?” He questioned, mirroring her same content expression.

“No one.” She shivered the tiniest bit, causing Josh to pull the sheets up over their bodies. “I’m just saying, you proposed to a girl who would’ve said yes if it was a ring pop in that box instead of a real ring.”

“And that’s exactly why I did it. You’re perfect for me