otp: every minute of every day

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YA LIT MEME: [10/10] SERIES/BOOKS » lux series by jennifer l. armentrout

So I was thinking, there’re eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There’re one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day… There’re one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what? I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you…
I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you.
I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.

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All I wanna do is to come running home to you

Can’t say how the days will unfold

Can’t change what the future may hold

But I want you in it, every hour, every minute

I mean but seriously, he told her he had no choice but to love her and HE SANG IT TO HER!!!! asdfdfdagfkjirjk

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I am so in love with you. You’re in me. You’re like — it’s like you’re a disease. It’s like I am infected by Mark Sloan and I just can’t think about anything or anybody and I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I love you. I love you all the time. Every minute of every day. I love you.

you walk out of the movie theater thinking, ‘hey, they’d make a cute couple,’ all casual-like.

one week later and you think about them every minute of every day, you’ve got a whole blog dedicated to them, you check the tag multiple times a day, you’re messaging all your friends photos captioned ‘LOOK AT THEM’ in all caps, you’ve read all the fanfics, discussed all the theories, and if they don’t become canon you will be absolutely heartbroken.

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I only have happy memories of Cory. He was not his addiction — unfortunately, it won. But that wasn’t who he was. Cory made me feel like a queen every day. From the minute he said, ‘I’m your boyfriend,’ I loved every day, and I thank him for being the best boyfriend and making me feel so beautiful.”

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otps: [2/12] daemon and katy, lux series

“So I was thinking, there’re eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There’re one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day…There’re one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?…I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you…I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.”

KATY SWARTZ + DAEMON BLACK

So I was thinking, there’re eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There’re one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day…There’re one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?…I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you…I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.

anonymous asked:

zimbits 6, 14, 19?

6. What are your OTPs favorite positions and why?

Jack on his back and Bitty on top making slow, sweet love to his NHL Stud who is actually a gooey little marshmallow :) And Bitty in Jack’s lap riding him is most definitely another favorite, because Bitty adores the attention Jack dotes on him like that.

14. Does your OTP dirty talk? Who has the filthier mouth?

Bitty has the FILTHIEST mouth right?! Come on, he is so naughty you just know it, he whispers filth and Jack blushes so hard and can only agree “Yeah, yeah Bits, yeah” and loves every minute of it.

19. Does your OTP have scheduled sex days?

Only OF COURSE - Jack Zimmerman has a strict schedule. So he fits Bitty right in. They go over their schedules every month and make no mistake about it, they are boning on time every time.

Smutty Ask Meme

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“What if we send a dwarf into the plane from here? It can stow away inside so we can track where the bus is going.”

“Yes. Simmons, excellent suggestion! We can send sleepy he’s our best listener, next to you of course.”

My dad got annoyed at me the other day.

He said “Im fine with gays, Im fine you’re comfortable with your sexuality, Im even fine that you think about tv characters in those sort of relationships but it literally seems like you have a problem. You make every single thing gay. Every. Single. Character. Gay.”

I laughed for ten minutes while he looked confused

She's Basically All He Talks About

You were at Comic Con, just like the rest of the cast of Spider-Man: Homecoming, getting ready for the panel, but there were some technical difficulties so you had to wait until they could fix whatever was happening.
You, Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, Tony, Harrison, and Laura were all goofing off and joking around with each other while you waited.
You did something stupid, which made everyone laugh and Tom hugged you and kissed your cheek while laughing.
None of you had noticed the fan that was about to walk past when Tom did so.
She stopped and shyly approached six of you and cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. You all stopped and turned to her, smiling.
“Hi! Sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother. I was wondering if I could get a couple pictures and stuff?” She asked politely.
“Oh, sweetie you aren’t a bother at all! Of course you can!” You chirped.
She grinned and pulled out her phone as all of you got together for a couple group pictures and then individual pictures.
“Thank you so much!” She squealed excitedly after taking the last picture.
“Oh no problem!” “Don’t mention it!” “No biggie!” “Of course!” “You’re welcome!” “Anytime!” You guys told her.
“Um, could I ask a question?”
“Go for it!” Tom encouraged.
“Are you and y/n dating?” She questioned.
You blushed and smiled shyly.
“Oh…um…we-we uh…” You stumbled over your words.
“Oh yeah! We’ve been dating for about…what, two, three months now? She still gets all blushy and embarrassed when people ask. Isn’t she so cute? And she’s not just gorgeous either, she’s really talented and kind and caring and just so sweet. When I first saw her I was like, ‘Damn. She’s so beautiful.’ Like, you can ask Harrison, I said it. I didn’t mean to, but I did. She didn’t hear me though. And after getting to know her I just knew I had to at least get a date with her, because…WOW. You know? Like it’s unbelievable how truly amazing she is and…” Tom went on and on about you for about another two minutes while you stood there and blushed, and the fan just happily listened and hung onto every word.
“And this has been also every thought Tom has ever had on y/n.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s rambling, making everyone laugh.
“No, but seriously. We deal with this everyday.” Zendaya laughed, rolling her eyes playfully.
“She’s basically all he talks about.” Jacob added.
“Awe! That’s so cute! You guys are my otp! Like, I’ve been shipping you so hard you have no idea. Anyways, have a great day! I’ll see you up there!” She said happily, waving and walking away.
You and Tom were blushing like crazy.
“Did I do it again?” Tom asked.
“You did it again.” Everyone confirmed, nodding.

I hope you enjoyed this, anon!
Feedback and requests are always welcomed!
Have a spectacular day/night, lovelies!

Much love -Jai♡

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Favorite FitzSimmons AOS Episodes - - - FZZT

 “Because I’m pretty sure that every minute of every day, You’ve been stuck in a lab right beside me. At the academy, at sci-ops, this plane. You’ve been beside me the whole damn time!”

“I’m doing what we always do. We’re gonna fix this. Together.”

"You’re the hero.”  

me: ok you’re going to sleep now and it means you must rest a little. no cellphone, no twitter and no tumblr

me: specially not fanfiction, i command you to do not

me:

me: i’m strong

me: i can do this

two minutes later

me: fuck this

me: opens fanfiction and reads every single fic about her otp until dawn and doesn’t close her eyes the whole night

They go out for drinks, which turns into a date and leads to a morning after with sunrise and kisses.

 Fitzsimmons AU

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I love you. I do. I just, I love you. And I have been trying not to say it. I have been trying so hard to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it and… Jackson is a great guy. But it was never gonna work out, because I love you. I am so in love with you. You’re in me. You’re like—it’s like you’re a disease. It’s like I am infected by Mark Sloan and I just can’t think about anything or anybody and I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I love you. I love you all the time. Every minute of every day. I love you. God, that feels good to just say that. I feel so much better. I love you.

— Lexie Grey

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts Fitzsimmons + 20 please. You're writing is fantastic!

Aw, thank you so much, anon! And thanks for the prompt as well!

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20. A Massage

It didn’t quite hit Jemma until they were back at the base, tear tracks drying on her cheeks, Daisy’s sobs still echoing in her ears. 

“It’s over,” she said, voice hollow. “Daisy’s vision, Hive, all of it. Fitz, it’s all over.”

It was over, and Lincoln was gone, leaving behind nothing but space dust and anguish. Not even a body to bury, no sense of closure to be had. Jemma closed her eyes and pictured it, ash and dust drifting through the cosmos, little bits and pieces spiraling down toward the Earth and burning up in the atmosphere. 

She sat down on the couch without feeling it under her, numb from head to toe. Somehow she and Fitz had made it to his quarters–she didn’t remember making the trip–and his beloved picture of space sat in its place of honor on the wall, mocking them. Jemma looked away too quickly, and her stomach heaved with the sudden motion. 

The couch creaked as Fitz sat down beside her. Gradually she felt something warm on her leg and realized it was his hand, stroking up and down just above her knee. 

She pivoted on the couch and pressed against him in one motion, burying her head beneath his chin and winding her arms around him, hands digging furrows in his shirt until she felt the hard edge of his spine under her fingertips. She could still hear Daisy’s broken voice, wild in its mourning, and though her chest ached with her own grief and her sympathy for her friend, she couldn’t hold down a tiny spark of pure relief.

They’d known someone would die, and someone had. But not Fitz, she thought, and pressed tighter against him. Someone else’s boyfriend, not mine. Not my best friend. Not my Fitz. 

The relief grew, spreading and traitorous, mingling with guilt. Together they threatened to overwhelm the grief, but she couldn’t make them stop. 

“Jemma, you’re stiff as a board.” Fitz’s voice was muffled against her hair. She felt his hands skim up to her shoulders, pressing at the knotted muscles. His thumbs dug in between her shoulder blades, and despite herself Jemma couldn’t hold back a little moan of pleasure. 

Somehow she found herself facedown on the couch, one arm dangling limply over the side, the other curled up beneath her chest. Fitz perched on the edge beside her, the warmth from his hands seeping into her skin as he kneaded her muscles, chasing away the tension. 

She was hovering on the edge of consciousness when he finished, and had just enough energy left to roll up on her side as he stretched out next to her. A drowsy sort of peace spread through her limbs, and the guilt and grief faded to the background: never disappearing, but muted enough to ignore. Just for a little while. 

“Better?” Fitz murmured. His fingers traced her jawline, gently brushing hair back from her face.

“Yeah.” She couldn’t quite manage a smile, but she scooted closer to him, face to face, her arm draped over his waist and her knee nudging between his legs. “Thank you.” 

The world went fuzzy at the corners, and she drifted asleep to the feeling of Fitz’s arms wrapping around her, warm and solid and alive.