looking for my chapstick

Cherry Chapstick (Pietro x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey lovelies! Here’s my last installment in my Valentine’s Day celebration. I hope you guys enjoy!! :)

Summary: Pietro is looking for his chapstick and thinks that yours is his, which leads to some kissing.

Other Characters: None

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 602

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a lot of horrible great pickup lines that never always work!
(compiled with assistance from friends, the internet (especially these guys), and myself)

  • are you a cigarette because you got a hot butt
  • you turn my software into hardware
  • am i dead because you must be an angel
  • are you shampoo with moroccan oil because you’re giving me body
  • your dad must be a baker, because you got some nice buns
  • are you a mophie case because you’re giving me extra juice
  • help me! i’m lost! can you give me directions to our bedroom?
  • are you homosexual tendencies because i don’t want to tell anyone about you until i’m ready
  • what is that in your eye? oh yeah it’s a twinkle
  • i’m gonna need a library card because i’m checking you out
  • are you lady gaga because you make my (he)artpop
  • are you a pokemon because i wanna pikachu
  • are you an easter basket because i wanna hold your eggs
  • are you a fast food sandwich because you’d be a mcgorgeous
  • are you roadkill because i wanna take you home for dinner
  • are you caffeine because i can’t go a day without you
  • that outfit looks great on you but i think that i’d look better on you
  • are you from tennessee because you’re the only ten i see
  • are you gluten free because i want your glutes on me
  • are you big bang theory because my parents love you
  • are you earwax because i can’t get you out of my head
  • are you the movie chicago because i watch you a lot
  • are you a nun because you are nun like any other
  • you must be starbucks because i crave you five times a day
  • i lost my teddy bear! can i sleep with you?
  • if i was a superhero, i wouldn’t be batman, superman, or iron man, i’d be your man
  • did you feel this shirt? it’s boyfriend (girlfriend) material
  • my love for you is like diarrhea, it is out of control
  • are you a palm tree because i am coco-nuts about you
  • are you the new mariokart because i want you so bad
  • are you megan fox because you’re hot
  • are you a bunny because you hopped your way into my heart
  • if you were a fruit you’d be a fineapple
  • did you invent the airplane because you seem wright for me
  • do you have a band-aid because i just scraped my knee falling for you
  • are you an interior decorator because when I saw you the entire room became beautiful
  • are you religious because you’re the answer to all my prayers
  • did you sit in a pile of sugar because you have a pretty sweet ass
  • your body is 65% water and i’m thirsty
  • my doctor says i’m lacking vitamin u
  • can i follow you home because my parents always told me to follow my dreams
  • did we take a class together because i could’ve sworn we had chemistry
  • was your dad a boxer because you’re a knockout
  • you’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line
  • if i had a star for every time you brightened my day i’d have a galaxy in my hand
  • if being sexy was a crime you’d be guilty as charged
  • i was wondering if you had an extra heart because mine seems to have been stolen
  • if you were a vegetable you’d be a cu(te)cumber
  • if I were a cat I’d spend all nine lives with you
  • do you work at starbucks because i like you a latte
  • are you a banana because i find you appealing
  • did you read dr. seuss as a kid because green eggs and damn
  • is your dad a drug dealer because you’re so dope
  • me without you is like a nerd without braces, a shoe without laces, andasentencewithoutspaces
  • your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon
  • most people like to watch the olympics because they only happen once every 4 years but i’d rather talk to you cause the chance of meeting someone so special only happens once in a lifetime
  • i must be a snowflake because i’ve fallen for you
  • there’s something wrong with my cell phone; it doesn’t have your number in it
  • if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print
  • do you work at dick’s because you’re sporting the goods
  • you must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room
  • i’d like to invite you over, but i’m afraid you’re so hot that you’ll skyrocket my air-conditioning bill
  • excuse me, but i think i dropped something, my jaw
  • if you were a booger i’d pick you first
  • if i were to ask you out on a date would your answer be the same as the answer to this question
  • if this bar is a meat market, you must be the prime rib
  • are you lost because heaven is a long way from here
  • are you a campfire because you are hot and i want s’more
  • you’re kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind
  • put down that cupcake because you’re sweet enough already
  • you’re so fine you make me stutter wha-wha-what’s your name
  • when I first saw you I looked for a signature because every masterpiece has one
  • i like legos you like legos why don’t we build a relationship
  • i might not be sriracha sauce but i sure will spice up your life
  • are you jewish because you israeli hot
  • you may be asked to leave soon because you’re making all the other (wo)men look bad
  • are you chapstick because i wanna rub you all over my mouth
  • did you just fart because you just blew me away and the whole room smells really bad
  • LOVE ME

anonymous asked:

I FUCKING SWEAR. IF YOU PICK UP THE SERIES AND THE LAST SONG FOR SPOI IS JUST YOUR CAT VOCALOIDS MEOWING FOR 4 SOLID MINUTES I WILL SHOVE A TUBE OF CHAPSTICK UP MY ASS

welp folks looks like im changing the ending to communications

Chapped Lips--Imagine #10

Anonymous asked: I love your page so much. Could you write an imagine where my crush and I are pretty good friends and he catches the flu and I go over to his house to take care of him and we cuddle together while he’s not feeling well?💖💖

Anonymous asked: Could you write an imagine where my crush and I are the only ones out at carpool after school and he tells me he doesn’t feel well and gets the flu and I take care of him? Thx!

clemetinecrush asked: Heyy I love your page so much. It’s the best one. Could you write an imagine where my crush and I are in the hallway and he faints because he’s feeling so sick. And I help him to the bathroom? And then after that we sit in the hallway and I take care of him and he rests his head on my lap because he’s so weak?💖

A/N: Decided to combine these because they pretty much all have the same plot. Hope you guys don’t mind. Also, sorry for the long wait. ALSO, I will be trying to keep up more with requests.<3 Keep dreaming!

C/m/n: Crush’s mom’s name


I didn’t expect to be in this position. Sitting against the lockers with a head belonging to the boy of my dreams in my lap, his body slumped against the hard floor of my school. 

He had started getting weak as we had been sitting at the carpool waiting for our ride. Thankfully, I had the sense to drag him inside, his heavy body weighing on me as he supported himself on me as we walked into the school to the hallways. I had rubbed his arm, telling him to try to hold on until our ride got here. His mom was picking us up. 

“Just–just let me lay for a bit,” he said, placing his pale face onto my lap. 

“Do whatever you need to to feel better, c/n,” I replied, rubbing his shoulder as he groaned.

Soon after his eyelids had shut and I couldn’t shake him awake. Checking his pulse frantically, I realized he was still alive and fine, but he had fainted. I had called his mother, telling him to hurry since he was extremely sick. 

The school was eerily quiet and I sat there in silence, daring to gingerly touch the ends of c/n’s hair. I grew more confident and began stroking his hair, telling him in hushed tones that he’d be okay. I gazed at his face, so adorable and peaceful, though unnaturally pale. I noticed the blue veins on his closed eyelids, the way they wove their way into each other in a maze of intricate patterns. His eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks, looking longer than ever before. I wanted to touch him, in the gentlest way possible. To trace all of his imperfections, all of the scars and dents that made his face the perfectly imperfect masterpiece he was. I wanted to trace the bend of his nose, the dark circles under his eyes, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that deepened every time he smiled. 

I wanted to memorize every part of his existence to memory.

“Y/n!”

My head snapped up, my fingers still tangled in c/n’s locks.

“Oh my gosh, y/n, is he alright?” C/m/n asked, hurrying over to us. 

I retrieved my hand, meeting her worried gaze. 

“I don’t really know. He just fainted. He said earlier today that he was feeling queasy.”

“Well, let’s get you two to the car and make sure he gets the help he needs,” c/m/n smiled at me in a reassuring.

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When we got back to his house, c/n woke up groggily. Before c/m/n even had the chance to put the car in park, c/n bolted from the vehicle. When me and c/m/n finally got inside, going much slower than him, I heard his puking and retching coming from the bathroom.

“Do you mind keeping an eye on him so I can rush to the store and get him some things? He must have the flu. His dad just got over it,” C/m/n asked.

“Of course. Take your time,” I said, smiling and she embraced me. 

“You’re a big help,” she grinned back at me and ran out the door. 

I heaved a sigh, looking in the direction of the bathroom. The puking noises had stopped, and I could hear the toilet flushing. I filled a glass of water, knowing his throat must be raw, and stepped into the bathroom. 

His bloodshot eyes looked up from where he had been blankly staring at the tiled floor he was sitting on. I felt that familiar rush of nerves in my stomach. Was it bad to say being sick made him especially hot?

“I brought you some water. Your mom went to the store, so I’ll be here for a bit before she drives me home,” I offered him a small smile, hesitantly taking a seat by him on the floor, leaning my shoulder on the tub that he was leaning his back against. 

He nodded in response. His trembling hand reached for the glass. 

“No, let me,” I said, softly. 

His e/c eyes met mine, and I noticed the blue veins on his eyelids peeking out from behind his eyelashes. His eyes searched mine, but I paid no mind. Silently, I guided the lip of the glass to his mouth and he obliged, not breaking eye contact with me. Gently, slowly, I let the liquid slide into his mouth and watched his adam’s apple bob as he sipped the water down. After he drained the cup, I moved the glass from his lips, the clear surface dragging his chapped bottom lip down and letting it bounce back to his teeth. The movement entranced me. I could feel his eyes still burning holes into me, gazing with so much intensity I couldn’t take it. 

“Thank you,” he rasped, his voice raw just like I predicted. 

I smiled, and took notice of the bead of sweat that trickled down his temple. Placing the back of my palm to his forehead, I felt the unnatural heat coming from his skin.

“You’re hot,” I said, standing up and grabbing a washcloth from the cupboard, wetting it and kneeling in front of him this time. 

“Thanks,” he joked half-heartedly, the corners of his mouth twitching.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I didn’t mean in that way,” I smirked, lying through my teeth. 

I couldn’t meet his eyes. The way I knew he was looking at me would turn my limbs to jello and I would become incoherent. 

“Sure you didn’t,” he said, pulling ever so slightly on a lock that fell over my shoulder. His hand quickly slumped to the floor again, weak from the flu. 

I ignored his sarcastic remark, and busied myself with cleaning the droplets of sweat that had formed on his forehead. Those intense, e/c eyes fluttered closed and I let a small smile grace my features. My right hand gently brushed away sweat, while my left sneaked it’s way into the hair on the side of his head to support his head. Dragging the damp washcloth down the side of his neck, I ran it along his carved collarbones, tracing the glistening contours of them. I felt his gaze on me and looked up. 

Entranced. That’s what I felt whenever I looked in his eyes. His stare was hypnotizing–intense and gentle. His gaze flitted to my mouth, then back to my eyes, licking his dry lips. I guess my gaze had followed his movement. I returned my gaze. 

“Your lips are chapped,” I said, taking the chapstick from my pocket. 

“So that’s how you keep your lips so smooth,” he said, his eyes not leaving mine. My heart skipped a beat, his voice raw and thick. As if, I myself had put him in a trance. 

“Mm, and soft,” I answered.

I took his chin, held it steady. Gently, I glided the lemony balm over the chapped skin of his lips. 

“I think I should judge for myself if they’re as soft as they look,” he whispered, as I pulled my hand back and capped the chapstick again. 

“Once, you’re not sick, maybe I’ll give you a chance,” I winked. 

A few moments and lots of grumbling from c/n later, I finally managed to drag c/n into his bedroom. He flopped like a dead fish onto his bed. Grinning at him, I tucked him in. Brushing away a strand of one of his sweaty locks, I sat down by his bed.

“Why are you there when there’s all this space in here?” he asked, his voice groggy, eyes drooping.

I scooted in next to him. 

“Maybe I’ll stay for just a little while,” I whispered, stroking his hair again as his eyes closed.

“I hope you stay a little longer than that.”

“Oh yeah? How long?”

“How about infinity?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into my neck and pulling my body into his warms arms. Arms I never left since that day.

So this is random and not related to Lana at all but I was thinking about it. On instagram girls always have a full face of makeup, contoured, hair done, ect. When I was in high school I used to do full face (false lashes included) and curled or straightened my hair every single day. 

Now I’m 24 and literally NEVER do my hair.. Once it got to my waist I thought it looked fine natural.. and I just can’t be bothered to do eye makeup more than mascara unless I’m going out to eat somewhere nice or getting together with my friends. I just make sure my eyebrows and skin look decent and have chapstick or something on my lips. I guess I feel like I’ve been slacking lately. :x 

What do you guys do on a daily basis?

howlingdawn  asked:

So I just noticed you didn't actually reblog that post, but it's too late, I'm here. And you just reblogged it after I typed that sentence. Oh well. I'm also too lazy to pick my own numbers, so I say it's your turn to do 3, 4, 5, 12, 17, 21, 25, 29, 33, 37, 38, 43, 47, 49, 52, 56, 57, 62, 70, and 74 for drafts. (Pretty please my budlet) Have fun!

Yeah, sometimes mobile doesn’t let me reblog shit so I had to do it on the computer.

*cracks knuckles* Let’s do this.

3. Do you like makeup? if so, What’s your daily makeup routine look like?

Chapstick is my routine, maybe mascara if I’m wearing my contacts

4: What three things/people do you think of most each day:

I’m usually on Tumblr or Ao3 in the travel times or blank parts of my day so probably Tony Stark. I got anxiety, so doing checks and trying to plan takes a significant part of my day. Then probably my BFF because we talk almost every day and we text a ridiculous amount all day about everything

 5:If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

“Pretty chill, but will turn into demon from Hell if you fuck with her friends”

12: cat or dogs?               

Doggies as well! I love wolves, like an obsessive amount. I have a necklace of a wolf head that I wear every day.

17: Any phobias or fears?   

I don’t like spiders. I don’t have a massive freak out but I’d prefer if they stayed outside and not near me. Fear of failure is big.           

21: What is a color that calms you?

Sky blue, it’s also my fav color. And a soft kinda gray, the light one you can see in sunsets right when the sun disappears.

25: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

Meh, I’ll read em but I don’t change my life for them

29: A sound you really love?              

Rain. Rain all the way. Storms and rain always calm me down.

33: How are you feeling right now?                         

  I’m feeling great! I had a good day (for a Monday) and some of my fav fics updated so I’m happy

37: What does your URL mean?

There’s a fic called “The Limitations of Wax” by @rayshippouuchiha and it combines two of my fav things, Mythological symbology, and Tony Stark. Plus the way she writes female Tony Stark makes me reread that fic almost every week. I will blather about mythical symbology about Tony Stark for hours            

38: What makes you unfollow a blog?   

Any anti-Tony Stark stuff. I’m okay if someone I follow is rebutting it but if someone regularly posts anti-Tony stuff, I’m out. I’m not too keen on Post CA: CW Stony either

43: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?Comfy jeans, this shirt I have that says “Books I like, you not so much”, heeled boots (because it pisses off people that I’m tall and dare to wear heels or heeled boots) and my jean jacket. I like comfy stuff most.

47: Something you wish didn’t exist:

Hate on other people’s fav things. If you dislike it, avoid it. Unless something is disrespecting someone else’s existence, it doesn’t need to be constantly dragged.

49: Piercings you have? Ears pierced when I was a baby, but that’s it.          

52:  What was your first impression of Tumblr?I saw a lot of Tumblr posts on Pinterest so I knew what I was doing signing up for this hell site                 

56:  What are your birthstones?   

Garnet is official. My other birthstone is the black star gem, which I have a pendant of          

57: Winter or summer?         

Winter for life. I don’t gotta worry about shaving or other bullshit beauty standards and can cuddle with a book and hot chocolate.                     

62:  What color do you wish the sky was? 

Looking like all the different colors of the sunsets. I’m obsessed.              

70:  How many languages do you speak fluently? English, Tamil, Kannada, Marathi, Malayalam and various dialects. I can’t read any other than English, but if someone spoke to me I would understand.

74: How many posts/likes/ and or drafts do you have on your blog?86 drafts. Yeah, its a problem.             

Long overdue tag

I was tagged by @boolprop . Thank you so much!

Rules: Tag nine people you would like to know better.

Relationship status: Single

Favorite color: Really, this is a very complicated question because I don’t always like the same colour. It all depends it’s on what. For example, I enjoy wearing colours like brown, kaki, grey, burgundy, cream and so on, but I don’t like them on walls (except cream). I hate wearing red, but it’s a colour I appreciate on others. I generally don’t like blue, but then again blue eyes and blue jewelry are really pretty. I hate flashy colours or anything pink and I’m starting to hate on purple too, but sometimes I think it looks good. It just depends.

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick. My lips are already very pigmented and with lipstick I just look stupid, I also play the clarinet (where lipstick is not recommended) and finally, lipstick is a pain.

Last song I listened to: Run by BTS

Last movie I watched: As You Are

Top 3 fictional characters: So… No. Forget it. I can’t choose. The list of favourite fictional characters is too long to choose just three.

Top 3 ships: I think I mentioned this before but Zero/Yuuki from Vampire Knight by Matsuri Hino; JON/DANNY FROM GAMES OF THRONES PLEASE; and Carter/Allie from Night School by C.J Daugherty.

Books I’m currently reading: The third book in the Earth’s Children series by Jean M. Auel and ugh… I just hope the fourth book is better because so far, I’m forcing myself to read the 3rd.

I’m not going to tag anyone this time, but if you see this and want to do it, DO IT! Say I tagged you, because I did.

Today one of my gay guy friends pulled a chapstick ball out of my bag and looked at it like he had no idea what it was so I told him to put it back and he looked at me in horror and whispered

“oh no is it a tampon”

this boy is so gay he cannot even visualize the shape of an object made to be put up a vagina

•WOOZI•

“Jihoon!” You poked your head the through the studios door and found your boyfriend working hard. You smiled to yourself as he ruffled his hair and let out a sigh of frustration.

You came up behind him and gave his shoulders a squeeze. Jihoon tilted his head to the side, resting his cheek on your hand.

“Wanna take a break?” You asked.

Jihoon shook his head, “I promised Soonyoung that I would finish the song so he could start the choreography.”

You shrugged, “Just tell him you’ll finish it soon, take a rest.”

“Babe,” You blushed at the sound of that nickname escaping his lips, “I’ve been telling him that for the past week.” He chucked before patting your hand with his.

You sighed and sat on he floor next to his chair, “Alright.”

Minutes later, an idea popped into your head. With all of seventeens schedules, you won’t get to have time with Jihoon. Alone time with Jihoon.

You moved yourself so that you’re sitting in between his legs.

Jihoon looked down at you with a confused look, “Y/N what are you doing?”

“My Chapstick rolled somewhere here I think,” You lied, “Carry on.”

He continued to type and click on his computer.

Your hand trailed up Jihoons basketball shorts and under his boxers as well. His hand caught your hand through the fabric and he looked down at you, “What are you doing?” He whispered.

You placed a finger on your lips and made a shushing noise.

You continued to trail up his shorts until you felt his member. You gently ran wrapped your hand around it and Jihoon shifted in the chair.

You kissed his growing bulge through the fabric and gently massaged it, moving your hand up and down slowly.

“Fuck.” Jihoon whispered. You looked up at him and his left arm was gripping onto the hairs arm rest. He bit his lip and he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. You continued teasing him by pumping his member slowly, kissing it every once in a while.

You tugged at the waist band, indicating that you wanted his shorts off. He hesitated before pulling his shorts along with his boxers down to his ankles.

You spread apart his legs and moved closer to his erection. You bit your bottom lip looking at his gigantic member. It’s been so long since you’ve done anything close to this with Jihoon ever since he debuted.

Wrapping your hand around his rock hard shaft, you looked up at him innocently and licked the tip of his member. You sucked on the head of his member, swirling your tongue around as you pumped him slowly. His hands tangled into your hair, and he pushed your head down further into his member, making you take him in almost whole. There was no way you could fit all of him in your mouth.

Jihoon moaned your name as you bobbed your head up and down, your hands pumping what ever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

You hummed in response, sending vibrations down his member causing him to groan loudly, “Oh, fuck Y/N!”

Jihoon started to squirm in his seat so you held his hands down. He threw his head back in pleasure as you took all of him in your mouth, deep throating him. You pulled back and continued to bob your head up and down the way you did before, but faster. Jihoon let out short breaths and bit his bottom lip as he looked down at you.

“Shit!” He said as you sucked on his tip, stroking his member hard and fast.

You used both hands to pump him, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

You swirled your tongue around the tip of his throbbing member and sucked him.

“Agh, Y/N I’m going to cum!” He tangled his hands in your hair again.

You felt a warm liquid go down your throat when Jihoons member twitched, which you gladly swallowed.

Jihoon helped you stand up as he took off your leggings. He sat you on the desk and pulled off your laced underwear, spreading your legs apart.

Jihoon pumped himself as his mouth latched on to your clit and his tongue swirled inside of your folds. You let out a quiet moan as you watched him eat you out. His tongue darted in and out of your hole as he sucked on your folds harshly making you gasp for air. You tangled your fingers through his fluffy hair pushing his against you, his tongue going deeper inside of you.

He kissed your sweet spot and held you by the waist as you lowered yourself into his erection. He slammed into you and you shouted his name, “Ah! Jihoon!”

He went in and out of you slowly, and you started to get impatient.

“Fuck!” You pulled him by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips onto his.

His thrusts sped up and his tongue slipped inside of you, muffling your moans. You kept a grip on his collar as he pinned your hips down to the table with his hands. He kept slamming into you, pushing his full length inside.

Jihoon hit your G-spot over and over again as you felt the excitement rushing through you. You were close and you could feel it.

“I’m going to cum!”

He pounded inside of you and your breath hitched. You hit your highs together and his thrusts got sloppier. You felt his member twitch inside of you and he stopped moving as his warm liquid filled you. 

“You should drop your Chapstick more often.” Jihoon smirked as he painted with his arms trapping you.

A/N

Jihoon is delicious.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGKWAN!! My baby is legal ;;;)))))))) 💕

-thrustinmehoshi