the tallest tower in the world

I had a dream where I was watching an alternate version of the movie Moana.

Moana’s island was a more advanced civilization and had ancient looking towers on it. People were still not allowed to leave, but Moana’s dad was a much more tyrannical leader who would punish those who attempted. He was the only one with the ability to sail, because he could control a magical manta ray he enslaved to be the engine of his ship.

Moana was curious about stuff, and wanted to explore some of the ancient ruins on her island and the outside world, especially the top floor of the tallest tower, the one she wasn’t allowed to visit.

One day, an explorer from another island appeared, and she kept him hidden and safe from her dad, knowing he would kill him or force him back into the sea. The explorer convinced Moana to come with him to explore the tower. They go through the different floors, discovering secrets and avoiding traps, until they reach the top floor.

There they discover Maui, who was trapped there for a thousand years. Maui attempted to leave the island a thousand years ago along with a bunch of kids, but was captured by Moana’s ancestor. Since he was a Demigod, and couldn’t be killed, Moana’s ancestor opted to trap him at the top of the tower along with all the kids.

A thousand years later, he is still there, helping raise the descendants of the kids who were trapped there with him, who developed a small society. The explorer wants to help free Maui and the people who live at the top of the tower, but Moana is afraid of her dad. Maui sings a song to her to help convince her to stand up to him.

And that’s where the dream ended.

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롯데월드타워 | Lotte World Tower

타워 높이가 500미터 이상이고 123층까지 올라갈 수 있어요. 한국에서 제일 빠른 엘리베이터를 타고 올라가서 몇 초밖에 안 걸려요. 위의 3개 층에 전망대가 있고 자기가 원하는 만큼 시간을 자유롭게 보낼 수 있어요.

저녁에 놀러가서 해가 지는 것을 보고 야경도 잠깐 본 다음에 떠났어요. 여기서 서울 구경하는 게 좋았고 드디어 하늘이 맑은 날에 서울에 가서 서울을 더 예쁘게 보게 된 것 같아요.

The tower is over 500 metres tall and you can go up to the 123rd floor. Ride the ‘fastest elevator in Korea’ and it’ll take you a matter of seconds to reach the top. The 'Seoul Sky’ observation decks occupy the top three floors and you can spend your time there freely.

We went in the evening and stayed to watch the sun set and the lights of Seoul’s night view light up. This place gave a great view of Seoul, and I think I saw a much prettier side of the city after finally visiting on a day with clear skies.  

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“Cinderella’s Castle” Elmer Plummer, 1967

It’s always a pleasure to imagine what could-have-been in the theme park world, and today’s piece is a fun look at how Magic Kingdom’s crowning icon could have turned out a bit differently. This concept from artist Elmer Plummer features a Cinderella’s Castle that sports a chunkier build and more towers, certainly more along the lines of the castle seen in the 1950 animated film. Also of note: the grander second floor entrance, flanked on either side by sweeping staircases. However, the art also shows clear early views of the final version, with the tallest tower and, of course, the clock.

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Virgil’s Sorting

Ok, so I’m a sucker for Harry Potter and the Sanders Sides and I love seeing people combine them, especially in @virgilsjourney‘s work. If you haven’t read their Harry Potter AUs, I highly recommend them. I’m borrowing the general premise of the sides being Hogwarts students from them, as well as their version of the Sides’ blood status (Roman=pureblood, Virgil and Patton=halfblood, Logan=muggleborn) However, I have some thoughts of my own about our merry band of four’s houses, and I really wanted to write their sorting scene, from Virgil’s POV because I love my dark strange son. This is my first Sanders Sides fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it!

The four boys who had shared a compartment on the Hogwarts Express now stood together in line, awaiting their sorting. Virgil stood behind the other three, his shoulders hunched, the conversation from the train still echoing in his mind.  
“What house do you guys think you’ll get?” Patton had asked, his eyes wide with excitement behind his glasses. 

“Gryffindor, of course!” Roman exclaimed immediately. “Both my parents were in Gryffindor, and it’s the best house for sure!”

“Oh come on now, all the houses are good, Roman!” Patton said, a cheerful grin on his face. 

“From what I have read about the four houses and their distinguishing characteristics, I find it likely that I will end up in Ravenclaw,” Logan, the muggleborn of the group said. He seemed pleased with the idea, and Virgil had to agree. With some prompting from Roman, the bespectacled boy had already demonstrated the ability to perform a few rudimentary spells, despite being totally new to the wizarding world. How could he be anything other than a Ravenclaw? 

“What about you, Patton?” Roman asked eagerly. Patton shrugged. 

“I can’t decide! They all sound so good! Did you know that the Slytherin dormitories are under the lake? You can see the giant squid out the windows! But the Hufflepuff ones are right next to the kitchen, you can get the best snacks whenever you want, but then the Ravenclaw tower is the tallest one in the castle and you can see the whole grounds, even the forbidden forest, and blue is my favorite color but cats are my favorite animals and lions are totally the best of all the giant cats, they’re so cute!” Patton kept rambling for some time, gesturing wildly, which made Roman laugh. 

“Well, whatever you end up in, it’s safe to say you’ll be happy.” 

“What about you, Virgil?” Patton asked, and Virgil had shrugged, sinking his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets.

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Imagine Loki being at least one foot (or more) taller than you, and lording it over your short self every chance he gets. Holding stuff just out of your reach, resting an arm on your head, squatting down to look you in the eye (and proceeding to ask, “Is this how you see the world?”), calling you “Shorty”/“Shortstack”/some other variation, et cetera.

One day, you see him passed out on a random couch in Stark Tower and get an idea. You set up the tallest ladder you can find, lean over ever so slightly so you’re looking straight down at his sleeping face, and yell, “HEY, LOKI!”

Loki wakes up, startled and looking like he’s about to have a heart attack. He looks up at you and asks what you’re doing.

“Who’s taller now, sucka’?!”

Tall Reader Pref: Avengers

Many reader inserts are about average height or short girls–which, don’t get me wrong, is AWESOME–but at 5′10″, I can’t always relate.  If you ALSO can’t always relate, then here you go.  Have a few of the Avengers!

If you’d like to see more of these–or anything else–hit me with a request in the box! :D

Originally posted by aelinxfeyrescourt

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Creepypasta #1192: Kids Say the Weirdest Things

Length: Short

Allison had earned herself a reputation of telling various fanatical tall-tales. “Jimmy fell off of the tallest building in the world!” or “The librarian has a magical dimensional key” or even “Sarah got swallowed up by a giant turtle at the front of the school!”

Most adults would simply smile and shrug off her nonsensical ramblings. Some would become mildly irritated at having their time wasted and shoo Allie away. Of course a few adults had rationalized that there was always a hidden truth to Allison’s words, but in the frenzied mind of a toddler, certain things just became muddled.

For example, Jimmy hadn’t truly fallen off of ‘the tallest building in the world’, he had simply fallen off of the plastic tower at the playground, which to a child may very well have been the tallest building in the world. 

And of course the librarian didn’t actually have a 'magical dimensional key’, just a boring old key card and scanner. 

But Sarah? That one was a head-scratcher.

It wasn’t until Sarah didn’t show up to school for a week, that the connection was made:

From a distance, and in the mind of an oblivious toddler, a black sedan car looked an awful lot like a giant black turtle.

Credits to: YKGem (story)

TTB: 20 Questions

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition—20 Questions    

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch The Butts.  

 Warnings: Mild Language.

 Start at the beginning 

Originally posted by ohflint

You managed to curl up under a cloak from one of the men-dwarves, they said they were dwarves-you were now with and managed to get a bit of sleep.  By bit you meant maybe twenty minutes.  Your mind was running a mile a second, but you just figured it was some crazy dream, must have hit your head too hard when you fell…it would be fine.  You would open your eyes to the white walls of a hospital where hopefully you had a CAT scan and everything was normal again…

But it wasn’t. You woke with a start at hearing two of the men-dwarves shouting at one another and sat up, groaning as you felt your body twitch against the bruises that covered your body from the fall.  Every muscle in your body was crying out, begging you to just sit as still as possible and pray for medication, but you honestly didn’t even know if they had that here.  So, you tried to distract yourself from the pain.  Your eyes moved quickly, taking stock of what was around you before you let out a loud groan and let your head fall forward.  Just trees, rocks, grass, and a lot of dwarves…

“Lass, you alright?”  You didn’t look up to see who was speaking, not like you knew all of their names anyway…

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showmeyoureverythingisokface  asked:

Dear Archy, I noticed that today's Google Doodle was about Fazlur Rahman Khan. Do you have any favorite buildings he designed or influenced, and an estimation of his achievements?

Willis Tower

Fazlur Rahman Khan (Bengali: ফজলুর রহমান খান, Fozlur Rôhman Khan) (3 April 1929 – 27 March 1982) was a Bangladeshi-American structural engineer and architect, who initiated important structural systems for skyscrapers. Considered the “father of tubular designs” for high-rises, Khan was also a pioneer in computer-aided design (CAD). He was the structural designer of the Sears Tower, since renamed Willis Tower, the tallest building in the world from 1973 until 1998, and the 100-story John Hancock Center. via

Fazlur Rahman Khan Google’s Doodle

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Further Observations
  • There are more than 3000 floors to Kane Co Tower, if the number behind Kane when he walks into his office are to be believed. The current tallest building the WORLD is only a couple-hundred.  WE GET IT DUDE YOURS IS BIGGER.
  • Casual reminder Texas punches the inside of his car to make it do things instead of pressing buttons
  • also he appears to have two gas pedals so he can just slAM BOTH FEET ON THEM AS HARD AS POSSIBLE
  • We see exactly one (1) female Kane Co. executive (excluding Julie) and she appears to be a very curvy middle-aged black lady who I have immediately decided is Claire’s mom
  • OKAY BUT IT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE THAT’S HOW CLAIRE AND JULIE ENDED UP FRIENDS!  Kane wouldn’t let just anybody be his precious Julie-Bear’s friend!  Claire’s mom is part of Kane’s Board of Directors!  YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS HEADCANON FROM ME
  • Almost every time we catch a brief glimpse of Chuck’s eyes he’s making a face like >8C  like this boy is scared but also he is ready to Throw Down
  • Jacob has canonically created AIs that can feel loyalty, fear and kinship, and that can be moved by speeches/emotionally engaged.  
  • So honestly, we’re a go for any android headcanon anybody wants to throw around, lbr.
  • The face Mike makes when Chuck is like “I’d have to save you life and let’s face it, that ain’t gonna happen” literally breaks my heart EVERY TIME he’s so sad that Chuck’s sad oh my god.
  • related: the face Chuck makes when Mike pins the crown pin on his chest makes me UNBELIEVABLY GODDAMN EMOTIONAL holy crap he’s so happy
  • Rayon could literally punch me in the face and I would be like HAHA WOW
  • The Duke is REALLY PISSED about Mike accidentally wrecking one half-built car-frame, but literally fires fully-built limos out of a cannon at people.  WHAT IS THE TRUTH
  • Listening to Chuck babbling while trying to drive in Blonde Thunder like AT LEAST LET HIM SWEAR HE OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO HE IS DYING
  • LET CHUCKLES SAY FUCKLES 
Love, You didn’t do right by me (Ramsay Bolton Smut)

Cold, dim, dank, foul. I could go on and on with words to describe the bleakness of the dreadfort. The bodies of Ramsay’s toys lined the exterior, maggots imbedded in there fat and oxidizing muscles. The snow on the ground was as grey as the sky, the ice was as sharp as the tip of the bastards knife. And the wind bit just about as much as his pack of hounds. The walls all screamed RAMSAY RAMSAY RAMSAY, it was as though I could never escape him.

I was sent to this barren land a week ago, my own cowardly father sold me off to the bastard of Bolton. Evidently I was hand picked by the sadist himself, I was exactly what he wanted. Pale skin, green eyes, long curly brown hair, he wanted a woman who looked regal. He wanted someone who was visibly weak, helpless.

I knew my fate here, I was to be his perfect little girl and he my master. I was to show a blind eye to his unusual pleasures, I was going to have to accept that I am to be wed to a sociopath. I was going to have to tolerate being touched by his bloodied hands, I was going to have to learn to love and lust the man who repulses me most in this world.

“M'lady, Ramsay wants you in his chambers at once,” the small voice of the forgotten Iron Born brought me back from my depressed thoughts. “He said you’d need to be wearing that red dress that he likes, I-I am instructed to help you into it myself.”

“I guess there is no way out of this, is there?” I mutter softly, my gaze traveling directly to Ramsay’s window. A soft outline of him is seen through the snow and wind, I couldn’t even see his face but I knew he was smiling, I knew he was watching. Imagining the horror on my face as his dirty man slave touches my skin, see me in my purest state to get me ready for him. My unhappiness gives him the greatest pleasure the world has to offer.

I couldn’t say that anything I was about to do was pleasant, having a dirty man put you into your best dress. Having your guts squeezed in by a corset before you are wrapped in blood red satin. Reek was trying to be nice, averting his eyes. Trying to be as respectful as possible, but it was just too disturbing. The sight must have been humiliating. And humiliating is what my betrothed desired.

I swiftly walked to his door step, his chamber hidden high up in the tallest tower. People have said it’s so you can’t hear the screams, or you won’t see the carnage that’s dragged out of there week by week. But I knew it’s because he wanted people to think that, he wanted to be feared.

I reach the looming door, there it stood right in front of my face. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second as I exhaled. Bringing my hand up for a short knock on that retched door, quickly bringing that hand to my side.

“Is that my darling?” I heard his voice travel through the thick piece of oak, his footsteps echo through his chamber as he lumbers to the door.

“Yes, my lord. Reek tells me you wanted to see me,” I look to the floor as the door creaks open, my green eyes shadowed by my dark curly hair.

“Darling girl, I want you to look at me when you speak. Those pretty eyes should be shown with pride.” His hands pull me into his dark room. “Now, my love. Have you guessed why you are joining me tonight?”

My eyes locked with his as he plopped down in the large wooden chair by his window, his ice colored eyes were seeping into me waiting for my answer.

“I’m guessing I am here for your amusement. Maybe even your pleasure.” My confidence started to return as I walked closer to him. My hips swaying, a smile on my face. “My lord, you don’t squeeze me into this dress because you like the dress. It’s because you like me in this dress.”

His smirk grew as I played into his little games. I could see his wheels turning as I talked, his cool eyes glazing over my form before quickly going back to my eyes. I knew he wanted me to notice ever stare he gave my rack. Every glance he gave my delicate frame he wanted me to notice.

“You are getting smarter as time passes, you are starting to figure me out.” He stands up, getting very close to me. His chest touching mine as he walks me into the wall. Sandwiching me in between him and that cold cold stone. “I want you, my love. I want that dress off you right now, I want to see exactly what my bride-to-be’s wedding gift is to me.”

His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned down to talk to me, as his body towers over mine. His rough voice, his cold drawl, makes me shiver. “My lord, don’t you want to wait and see. We get married in a moon, can you be patient?” I look up into his eyes, our noses brush. That’s just how close we were, one wrong move and our lips would be glued.

“Y/N, don’t deny me what I want. I don’t want to have to take it the hard way, you don’t want me to take it the hard way.” He was very harsh in his tone of speech.

I nod slowly as he takes my wrists and holds them above my head, moving his lips to my neck and pecks butterfly kisses along my collar bone up to my jawline. His teeth graze against my neck slowly and teasingly. “Is this the easy way? Am I giving you what you want?” My voice is so demure it almost surprises me.

“Why don’t you help me take off that dress? I don’t wanna tear it, you look so beautiful wearing it.” His voice has a tinge of demand spun through it, his dark side peaking through the facade of tranquility.

“As you wish, my lord,” I stayed as quiet as I could, I kept as submissive as possible. And honestly, I kind of liked being treated like this by him. It gave me this rush like nothing else.

My hands unlaced the front of my blood red dress, exposing the bone-white corset underneath. The red satin slips off my shoulders onto the cold stone floor. Leaving me in nothing but my corset and shift.

“My my, you look down right ravishing. Look how thin you are darling, you are so perfect.” His compliments make me blush as his ice cold eyes look me up and down. Like he was trying to scan a perfect mental picture of my body into his mind.

“My lord, can I kiss you?” I ask in a soft tone of voice. My hands cautiously reach up to touch his chest, pressing myself against his cold leather vest.

He doesn’t even answer, only taking his hand and reaching the back of my neck. Pulling my face close to his and pushing his lips on mine. The feeling can only be described as bliss, harsh bliss. His cold lips captured mine in such a way that made me weak at the knees. My arms wrapping around his neck as it became more heated, my chest flush with his, my toes straining to keep pointed to continue reaching his lips. He pulls away slowly, a sly smile resting on his lips. My cheeks were flushed red as he looks down on me with primal lust.

“Did you like that?” His voice was cold and playful all at the same time. The intonation reminded me of how a father talks to a naughty child, and for some reason that started a fire in my core like nothing else. I liked being talked down to by him.

“Yes, I loved it,” the words came out breathy and labored as I was so worked up by what he was doing to me.

“I’m glad you’ve given in, I didn’t want to have to hurt you. You are far too delicate and pretty, I only ever wanted to bruise you slightly. Maybe draw a little blood. But nothing like what would have happened if you rejected my pursuits.” His hands capture my small waist in a tight grip and reattaches his lips to mine. His teeth grazing my soft bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood as he pulls back. Leaving me in a state of arousal, letting out small whimpers in return for his hot kisses.

I feel his large hands travel across my back to the laces of my corset, his nimble fingers undoing every knot in the way of him seeing my milky white skin.

“My lord, why don’t you just cut it off me. Don’t be nervous to be rough with me. I’m fully prepared for you, I’m not afraid of a little blood.” My words seemed so unnatural to me, yet it made my betrothed tick like a clock.

“If you say so, my dear.” His eyes are extremely giddy as he takes his hunting knife from his belt. Unsheathing it from its leather casing, revealing cool metal that has pierced so many. “Now, turn around and bend over the bed.”

I nod like a good little girl and bend over his bed, my ass sticking up in the air. Waiting for him to do as he pleases. I hear his dark chuckle magnify through the room, his feet stop as I feel his body look over mine. I don’t dare look back, nor do I have the desire to. I trusted him in an odd way at the moment, I knew he didn’t want me dead. So I let him play, I let him continue with his game.

I felt the cool metal of the blade touch my skin above the ties of my corset. The leather threads snapping as he slowly leads the knife downward. “My goodness, aren’t you a pretty one. You just keep getting more and more absurdly beautiful as my night goes on.” He continues to cut off the corset, tearing my shift off with it. Leaving me completely bare to him.

“C-can I…. help you take your clothes off now?” My confidence wavered as I spit out that sentence. It was so muted, yet I knew he heard me, because I could hear a slight groan in his voice. A deep, strained groan of pleasure. So powerful yet so silent.

“If you desire to, my love.” I turn over, standing up straight in front of him. His height towering over me, his eyes look down to reach mine.

My hands untie the knots on his doublet ever so carefully, my eyes almost never leaving his. I was far too enamored by the looks he was tossing my way. I pull the vest off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare for me in all it’s glory.

I smile widely at him, as I was so impressed with his physique. Honestly, his body was my new found obsession. That pale white skin draping over all the rock hard muscle. He was as perfect as perfect got, at the moment at least. “Go on, don’t tease me. I don’t like it when naughty little girls tease their beloved. You don’t want me to have to spank you, do you?” His voice was so teasing, yet still instilled me to keep going. For fear that spanking would turn into much worse.

I unbuckle the heavy belt that lay at his waist, untying the front of his pants. I closed my eyes until I knew ‘it’ was in sight, and what I saw was something that both intrigued me yet scared me out of my mind. “My lord, you’re… big.” I couldn’t believe that those words were leaving my mouth. I couldn’t believe that I was on my knees with the cock of Ramsay Bolton in my face on my own accord.

“Do you think you’ll be able to handle it? I don’t wanna rip you up down their in our first go.” He chuckles at the end, kicking off his pants and taking my hands. Roughly pulling me up and pushing our nude bodies against each other, my chest flush with his own.

“I’ll handle it, I’m a big girl. I think I can find my way around a cock.” I look right into his eyes as I said it, a soft flush covering my cheeks. Not that it would be noticeable in the soft Fire lite room. With that I leaned forward and kissed him, hard. Biting his lip as I reached down and grabbed his now fully erect cock, pulling away from his lips sharply. My teeth leaving with a bloody lip and a sick grin on his face. His bright white teeth shine against the firelight.

“You little vixen,” is all he mumbles before grabbing my ass and lifting me up. Rushing me across the room as we kiss passionately, our lips never leaving each other. He tosses me to the bed with a thud, leaving me a sprawled mess upon his many furs. My hair laying out beneath me, my skin shining white in the moon light from the window that poured across his bed. I spread my legs slowly as he crawls onto the bed, his hips meeting mine as he pins me against the mattress.

I lean my head up and lay soft kisses against the bones in his neck, those bulging veins that stick out when he’s tense. “What are you waiting for, master?” I mutter in his ear. My lips trailing up to his, my teeth taking his bottom lip harshly.

With that, he plunged deep into me. Taking my virtue swiftly, which honestly hurt like nothing else. I couldn’t help but scream his name out as loud as I could. His thrusts are deep, powerful, and experienced. They just kept coming and coming in powerful waves, seeming like they were never going to end.

“You still think you can take it all? You daft little girl, somebody needed to tame that wild hair in you. You better thank god I found it charming.” Ramsay’s voice was slightly strained as he thrust inwards while speaking.

“What? You think I can’t take anymore? You think you tamed me? Ha! It’s gonna take quiet a bit more to tame me Lord Bolton.” My breath heavy and my words hushed as I whispered them in his ear. Nipping the lobe slowly as I pulled back. My eyes locking with his yet again.

He groans with pleasure and pulls out harshly, flipping me over onto my stomach. Forcefully pulling my ass up in the air, giving it a harsh thwack as he goes along. “You wanna tease me more? I should say that it would be wise to leave it at this.” He warns, spanking me even harder this time. A little squeal leaves my lips.

“Just fuck me already! Please Ramsay.” I cry out, my voice full of lust. “I need you!” He plows into me at full speed, groaning loudly. Fucking me for the second time, making sure I was well fucked.

As time goes on his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier, I can feel he’s getting closer to release. My body trembling with anticipation, my own orgasm close on its way.

“Get ready, girl. I’m about to spill,” Ramsay’s voice is hoarse and his hands grip my hips as tight as he can. Pulling my body against his as he spills his seed deep inside of my body. Triggering my own orgasm.

“OH RAMSAY!” I scream out, collapsing against the bed as my climax subsides.

His body falls next to mine and he looks over at me with a huge smile on his face. I smile back and curl up with my head on his chest, kissing his pecks up to his neck. His breath was still so erratic and heavy, it turned me on yet again.

“Oh my dear wife, I don’t think I will ever get bored of you.” Were the last words he breathed out before he fell into a deep sleep. My eyes closing slowly as I fell asleep to the sound of his heart.

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You’re All I Need to Get By

A/N: Got sick of writing about men. I wanted to write some wlw stuff.

Natasha made sure her team mates knew very little about her life outside of work. It’s not that she didn’t trust them, because she did, with her life. Steve sometimes invited her to brunch and she’d go. Tony would call her in on some bogus mission that was really just an excuse to check in on her and she’d go, fulfill whatever task he asked of her and that was that. She talked to them, listened to them talk about their lives, and gave advice when it was asked for. They were her friends, and she trusted them enough to simply come when they called. Natasha trusted them with her life but not with hers. Natasha sat in her car and watched as the love of her life zipped up a tiny kid’s jacket. The child threw his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly. She hugged him back then sent him to his parents. Once the last few children were picked up she made her way to the car. Natasha unlocked the door, and she couldn’t help the smile on her face as the woman opened the door.

“That kid is such a teacher’s pet,” Natasha grumbled.

“He’s sweet,” she defended, laughing a little Natasha’s tone.

“Sure, he acts sweet. He probably frames the other children on the playground.”

“No! Never, Jacob,” you gasped, still laughing at just how honestly accusatory Natasha sounded.

“See? That’s how he gets away with it. You don’t expect him to lie to you.”

“Jacob gives everyone dandelions at recess, and all the kids love him. He’s got the sensitive thoughtful persona thing going for him.”

“So he’s playing the long game,” Natasha narrowed her eyes, in further suspicion, but even she couldn’t keep her expression neutral. A smile was playing at the corners of her mouth. Y/N pulled a dandelion from her pocket and gave it to Natasha.

“He told me this one was for you.”

“The kids know about me?”

“They know I have a girlfriend,” you shrugged, “kids don’t care about the kind of stuff adults do. All they care about is snack and recess. Anything that happens in between is just a new adventure. It’s why I like them so much.”

Natasha took the yellow flower and inspected it for a little bit before sighing, “Damn, Jacob’s gotten to me. He’s good.”

Her girlfriend scoffed, “Let’s go home.”

Natasha and her girlfriend lived in the cutest home. It looked like the type of homes people talk about in fairytales. Part of the house was overtaken completely by vines that sprouted beautiful sweet smelling flowers in the summer and spring. The only time they could see that side of the house was in the winter. The front porch had two rocking chairs, that the two women would sit in when the weather was nice… or not so nice. They liked to watch the rain in the heavily wooded area. The main road wasn’t terribly far away, but it was far enough that no one knew the house was there. It made Natasha feel better knowing their home was as safe as possible without making it a fortress with her girlfriend in the tallest tower. With that being said, Natasha always walked into the house first, just in case.

Everything was in place. Their home smelled like cookies, which was normal. Y/N sometimes baked cookies for the children. Y/N flopped gracelessly on the plush couch. There were two of the softest blankets the world had ever witnessed on the couch, they were good for cuddling in the winter. They would sit on the sofa in front of the fireplace with hot coco, and enjoy each other’s company. Natasha locked the front door and moved into the kitchen.

“Whose turn is it to make dinner?” she asked. The kitchen was very alive. Y/N liked plants, and she thought it was nice to have herb plants in the kitchen. It was certainly aesthetically pleasing.  Herbs hung in front of the kitchen window, the glass doors to the veranda and over the kitchen island. Y/N kept all of the plants alive in their home. Natasha couldn’t even keep a cactus alive, and she had tried her hardest. There was something about Y/N that brought things to life, no matter how long they had been dead.

“It’s my turn,” Y/N answered.

“Liar,” Natasha scoffed as she opened the fridge. There were plenty of vegetables, some from the farmer’s market, others from their own garden… well Y/N’s garden. Y/N always said it was theirs but truly it was hers. Natasha only helped harvest, she couldn’t keep things alive like Y/N could.

“I’m the domestic girlfriend. Let me cook for you,” Y/N huffed. Natasha could hear her rushing to the kitchen.

“I wanna be the domestic one for a change. I can start wearing dresses around the house all the time, and dancing around in the backyard like a fairy,” Natasha teased as Y/N leaned against the wall.

“I already marinated the chicken,” she explained.

“See? You already did half the work, I’ll do the rest,” Natasha resolved with a smirk. She turned around to grab a skillet from the hanging rack above the kitchen island. Y/N made a grab for the skillet, but Natasha moved it out of her reach.

“No you won’t. I wanted to bake the chicken.”  Y/N was close, her body pressed against Natasha as she reached for the skillet. Natasha couldn’t resist so she pushed the hair on Y/N’s forehead out of the way and kissed it before letting it fall back to its natural place.

“I’ll let you help,” she conceded.

“You can chop vegetables. You’re really good at that,” Y/n suggested as she grabbed the skillet and put it on the stove. Natasha watched her move about the kitchen with ease. Y/N wore a vibrant yellow dress that tied up behind her neck. Her hair was composed of sentient groups of crazy curls, that were somehow charming in their liveliness. It was her natural hair. Of course it was her natural hair. Everything about her was so alive. Especially the brown of her skin. The gloomy day outside couldn’t hope to make the inside of their home any less vibrant. It only added to its rustic, earthy charm. Natasha washed her hands, then the vegetables then got to chopping. They cooked together, the way they usually did if they were both home. Natasha was the only one who ever left. She hated leaving almost as much as Y/N hated to see her go. Y/N would never say anything to Natasha but whenever Natasha left she felt a little lost, as if she were not entirely there. It was as if a part of her had packed up and left with Natasha. She hoped that part of her kept Natasha safe, that it ensured that she’d always come home. Regardless to how bruised she was, Y/n hoped she’d still stumble up the steps to the little home and collapse in to her arms. She never told Natasha this because she knew Natasha already worried too much for her physical well-being. She didn’t want to make her worry about her emotional well-being too.

Whenever they were close enough, Natasha would bump her hip into Y/N’s or peck her cheek, indulging her with tiny little displays of affection. While the chicken baked Y/N seasoned the vegetables, and Natasha decided to just hug her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. Natasha hummed their song, knowing Y/N would join in with the voice that often dazzled her preschool class, and made Natasha fall in love with her in the first place.

“You’re all I need to get by, aah,” Y/N joined in on the chorus swaying lightly. Natasha swayed too. Natasha was sure the song was true. Y/N was all she needed in this life to continue on.  If all else failed her, as long as she could come home to her beautiful girlfriend, that was so alive she brought Natasha’s heart back to life, then she’d be fine.

Dinner came and went and afterwards they showered at the same time “to save water,” Y/N argued. They lie in bed and Natasha listened to Y/N talk about the children in her class. Then Natasha told her about Steve and how he and Bucky were living together now, and they both seemed happier.

“Does anyone know about me?” Y/N asked curiously.

“No,” Natasha shook her head. She concentrated on pushing a bit of Y/N’s hair that had escaped back in her bonnet.

“Is it because it’s dangerous for them to know me?”

“I just don’t want to take that risk. I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you,” she whispered. She couldn’t even think about it, about a life in which this house was empty, where the plants died, the garden withered, and the vines outside stopped blooming.

“I get that… but Clint knows about me… and the team knows about Clint’s wife and kids.”

“They never would have known if it could have been avoided… but I guess that has turned out fine,” Natasha considered, “I still don’t trust it. Missions change, friends become enemies. I can’t risk your life.”

“I just get lonely out here sometimes,” Y/N sighed wistfully.

Natasha was quiet, thinking of what it must be like to be absolutely alone in this house. It would be silent, deafeningly silent.

“We can go to the animal shelter tomorrow,” Natasha offered.

Y/N sat up, her eyes wide at the proposition, “Really?”

“Yes. We can get a fat cat.” Natasha scoffed.

“What about a dog?”

“We can get a whole petting zoo,” Natasha kissed her nose then pulled her closer.  One day, maybe the team would know, when things felt safer, or when there was no other choice. One day. All of that didn’t matter though, she had the love of her life in her arms, and that’s all she would ever need to get by.

~Mod Lillian