Taglock of person - picture or paper with their name
jar with lid
Wrap the tag lock with the white thread. Focus on the lies they’ve told and how you want them to tell the truth.
May the lies you spread burn your tongue
May the truth come spilling out
May all the good deeds be undone with every lie you’ve spun
May the truth set you free
Now, drop the tag lock in the jar. Pour white vinegar in until the tag lock is fully covered.
Put the lid on and give it a shake. When you’re done with the spell and convinced they’ve learned their lesson, pour the vinegar out and burn the tag lock if safe to do so. If not, simply throw it away.
Summary: Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it.
Word Count: 1,500
Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Groping
A/N: Loosely based on this post. It wasn’t originally supposed to be dirty, but here we are. I don’t own the gifs.
The training room was plunged into a bright dark. The
various colours of the glowing neon lights cast a psychedelic atmosphere in the
large room. Laughs and music could be heard all over the room, but the loudest
noise was the one of the toy gun. It made a high pitched sound everytime
someone pulled the trigger.
“Who thought it was a good idea to let Tony watch ‘How I met
you mother’?” You screamed, running with Natasha towards the closest wall and
hid behind it. Clint was perched on top of a block, shooting at the both of
Tony found sudden interest in Barney Stinson, a thirty-something
playboy living in New York whose hobbies involved sex, catchphrases, drinking
and laser tag. A striking resemblance.
“Same person who’s shooting at us.” She panted, hugging the
plastic gun to her chest. She took a deep breath. “Cover me!”
“Ray… please speak to me. You’ve been ignoring and avoiding me all day…”
“…I haven’t been trying to ignore or avoid you…Or at least I wasn’t on purpose.”
A little piece inspired by @heartoftheteam and @physicsandfungi. It isn’t much, but I’m pretty proud of it since it’s the first close-to-finished piece I’ve made in probably 3 years. And there’s only so much I can do with a mouse;;;;
A/N: ‘Imagine for Kara where the reader was on a long business trip for months as a famous photographer,but comes back and surprises Kara for her earth birthday with lots of gifts that make her really happy and flushed.Thanks!’
The landing part of the flight was always the worst, you instinctively gripping your armrests harder, feeling your nails threatening to break. As you felt the plane jolt and wheels make contact with the runway below, you let out a shaky breath. It was definitely time to go home.
Kara sat on the sofa, blankets cuddling her like the lover that was travelling around the world. Kara was happy for you, she truly was. But on her Earth birthday, she wished for no one other than her girlfriend to celebrate with. She scooped another spoonful of ice cream onto a spoon and into her mouth, the cold not failing to make her mouth freeze as she tried to eat too fast.
A knock at the door threw her from her wincing as she stood, expecting Alex to be on the other side, hence she didn’t use her x-ray vision. She turned the handle, her eyes seeming to take forever as she looked into yours. When that charming wink Kara had grown so fondly of was right in front of her, all she could do was stare.
“Gotta say Kara, I was expecting a warmer welcome.” You laughed and she couldn’t help but laugh, tears making her vision blur as she leapt into your arms, her legs constricting around your waist and her head burying in the crook of your neck. You felt her sniffle and you pulled back, watching her blink away tears. Your arms, which were wrapped around her neck now stretched, one arm moving so your hand could stroke her cheek. Kara’s eyes fluttered closed and she nudged your had.
“Yes kitten Danvers. I know.” You teased, you took the chance to press gently forward, capturing Kara’s lips within your own, a needy whimper escaping your throat. You pulled back and blushed, stammering.
“That was unintentional.” You winced as Kara giggled, tilting your chin to look at her.
“It was hot.” She whispered, kissing your jaw. She hopped down from your hips and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what day it is!” You laughed as Kara turned to walk back to into the apartment. She froze, her back to you as you picked up the tower of gifts just outside the door, Not being able to see as the boxes stacked above your head. You heard a squeal followed by the weight now gone from your arms, your mouth opening to tell her to be careful before remembering your girl was super strong.
You followed her in, the skip in her step as she walked to the couch making you tear up.
“I love you Kara.”
She turned and beamed, placing presents on the table before falling into your arms.
“I love you too.” She murmured, her voice muffled by the sound of her face squished into your chest.
“Go and open them.” You laughed, kissing the top of your girlfriends head as she mumbled something unintelligible before withdrawing and bouncing to the couch, her hand in yours as she pulled you to the cushion with her, you falling atop her with a grunt and a squeal from Kara.
Rolling off, you handed her the first gift. Small box, neatly wrapped with a tag reading ‘forever my girl xoxo’. Your hands twisting in your lap, as the box was carefully revealed and opened, silence greeting your ears making you panic before hushed sobs made you look up.
Kara’s hand over her mouth as she looked at the ring, a simple band with engraving on the inside. The word, ‘forever’ in cursive. A date next to it, the one you got together.
“Come on Kara, there’s like another twenty here or you to open.” You joked, handing her the next one as you used your hand to dry her tears, kissing her cheek.