#taylor swift prompt memes

[philtstone]

Eowyn, 1

1 - in lonely beds ive finally scraped together a functional first scene for my accidentally-a-psych 3 hunters detective agency au. if you guys like this mess i'll turn it into a real fic. with chapters and a plot and everything!!!!! the prompt is ... interpreted but loneliness and my girl eowyn are well acquainted

It is four o'clock on a Tuesday and Eowyn Eomundsdottir has three significant problems. 

Arrest, rapid-onset dementia, and laundry.

Each of her issues is easily explainable if considered separately. Eowyn is the first to admit that her brother Eomer’s always had a bit of a temper, and if she puts aside the necessary development of maturity and commitment to familial responsibilities that happened after their parents died, it was always a matter of time before some poor idiot pressed his buttons in just the wrong-enough way in front of another just the wrong-enough idiot to get him jailed overnight for knocking in an unwitting nose. 

Plenty of people’s uncles develop rapid-onset dementia, she is freely ready to acknowledge. 

And – if Eowyn may be so self-aware – she has certainly fallen behind on her laundry many times before. 

But no matter how short her brother’s temper, he wouldn’t be arrested for trying to embezzle family funds. Rapid-onset dementia is far less likely when there is next to nil history of it in your family tree, and even less so when the Uncle in question is a scant fifty-three and doing perfectly fine not two months ago. And, most importantly: Eowyn has fallen behind on laundry before, but never because of the above-mentioned two issues, and never such that the only thing she’s got left to wear is a thin white sundress from when she was fourteen that is too short at the knees and not at all suited for the early spring cold spell they are currently experiencing, nor the creepy wandering eyes of Uncle Theoden’s new business manager, who routinely looks like he’s been doused in oil. 

It’s fucking miserable, is what it is. Her knees have goosepimpled, she’s so cold. And to make matters worse, her cousin Theodred, whom she would usually text for help in a crisis, seems to have blocked her phone number.

That, Eowyn simply can’t believe.

It’s because of all these things that she finds herself standing at the dingy brick building by the docks, eyeing the circling seagulls warily, and clutching her backpack in one hand and her bike helmet — which has left her long blonde hair looking like a birds nest — in the other. It’s a small place, with a glass window in place of a front wall that’s got the blinds drawn on the inside. There’s no official sign, but someone has taped a small piece of cardstock to the back of the windowpane, facing out. It reads, in surprisingly elegant black Sharpie penmanship:

Telcontar, Gloinson & Thranduilion Private Investigators for Hire 

Beneath this, there is an additionally taped series of brightly coloured post-it notes, which are scrawled over with the following in various hands:

Got a phone! [phone] (If no one answers the door, call the number! We DO NOT have a website.) That’s because Gimli thinks the government is spying on us. SO DO YOU! All inquiries welcome :-) 

Eowyn takes a moment to read through it all. Then she pauses, listening. There is the distinct sound of voices from within, muffled. So someone must be home, then – better just to open the door, rather than knock, in case no one hears her. She takes a deep, steadying breath, tugs at the too-short hem of her dress, and twists the doorknob.

Inside there is what can only be described as carefully organized chaos.

Within the small office space there is a cluttered desk housing a laptop and overlarge monitor. Boxes cover everything, as though someone has only just moved in, and a lopsided whiteboard rests against the far wall, covered in a far less elegant version than the hand that wrote the outside sign. Everything smells a little bit like camphor, and also cookies, and a very faint touch of gym socks. A man sits on a rolly chair in the corner; he is on his cellphone. Eowyn wouldn’t have even seen him if he wasn’t talking, so well does he somehow blend into the taupe walls and cluttered box decor, but as she does: he is tall (too tall for the chair), dark haired, and wearing an old grey hoodie, running shoes, and an abominably ratty pair of jeans. He’s talking on the phone in a low gentle voice that is nonetheless a touch put-upon, but nowhere near snippy or even frustrated. Eowyn (in a fit of fancy) doesn’t think a voice like that could be capable of snippiness, and then promptly feels very embarrassed by her own foolishness. At his feet, by the bottom of the whiteboard, a pile of dirty blankets rests. From within them sounds a plaintive meowing. Opera music plays from a speaker system Eowyn can’t see; a hammer (maybe?) is banging somewhere in the distant back room, the door to which hangs open on squeaky hinges; and two other voices can be heard arguing loudly from the same general direction.

Also, there is a young man, around Eowyn’s own age, standing very awkwardly with his green jumper and moppish brown hair to the immediate left of the door and looking as if he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be doing with himself. At Eowyn’s bewildered look, he offers her a pained smile and a weird little wave hullo. Eowyn waves weirdly back.

“Yeah – yeah, just a second. We’ve got a client –” The man in the rolly chair looks up at Eowyn and smiles. It is such a very nice, genuinely kind smile that Eowyn cannot help but smile back immediately and then feel her whole face go red; she’d be thoroughly soothed if she wasn’t also feeling so completely out of her depth. Bang bang bang, comes the hammer from the back room, along with a swelling of the arguing voices. “Someone will be with you in a second,” whisper-mouths the man. Then he reaches down, takes off one of his running shoes, and flings it very expertly through the open door. There is a small noise, like a crash, and the other two voices stop. He returns to his phone call.

“... what I was saying. No. No, I don’t want you to be halfway across the world. That’s not the point, the point is your dad stopped practicing ten years ago and now owns a bed and breakfast. He’s not the one who’d be navigating a corrupt healthcare system. Do you know how much lobby money lines the pockets of mega corporations? Remember the whole Nestle baby formula thing? The media definitely doesn’t …” 

“Good afternoon!” declares a second, much louder voice, minutes before its owner materializes behind the cluttered desk. He is more beard than man, wears a very formal and very 1990s plum coloured suit and one single gold earring, and comes up to about Eowyn’s shoulder. He claps his hands together. “Now, which of you was here first? No – don’t tell me, I will guess!”

But his imminent guessing is interrupted by the third voice, floating in: 

“I still can’t find it!”

Desk man deflates by a margin. Without turning his head, he calls, 

“I told you to look in the third box!” 

“I looked there. It’s not there, Gimli. I’ll try going through the books.”

“Why would a thing like that fit in a book?”

“Try the kitchen,” mouths the man on the rolly chair. A muffled woman’s voice comes through his mobile. He has one hand covering his face now, and his head tipped back to face the ceiling. “Well, yes – I do know that. You’re really telling me you don’t want to go to Paris for a year.” While Eowyn watches the meowing blanket pile moves and from within it a truly horrible looking little cat emerges. It shoots one paw out as if intending specifically to scratch its phone-occupied companion; the speed at which he moves his foot to pin the blankets hem and thwart the little paw is bordering on superhuman. Cat hisses pathetically from under its blanket prison. On the speakers, the opera singer has reached a uniquely high pitch in her stanza. “No, obviously I don’t want to do long-distance, I just think — uh huh. Yes. I’d tell anyone to go to Paris. I’d tell Gimli to go, if Gimli’s university was offering to send him to Paris.”

“He’s already tried the kitchen,” says the man at the desk – presumably Gimli. Still, he yells out, “Try the kitchen, would you?”

“I’ve already tried the kitchen!” calls the disembodied voice. “I can’t find it!”

“You can’t find it because of your terrible organizational system.”

“It is not my terrible organizational system, which you know, and besides which I have never had problems with it before.”

“No,” from the rolling chair, “Legolas is maligning my organizational skills. I know you think they’re fine, so you can tell your cousin that on Sunday …”

“Try the kitchen.”

“I’ve tried the kitchen twice.”

Bang bang bang, continues the sound from the back room. Eowyn wonders if there isn’t an ongoing construction project. The young guy on her left, with the moppish hair and jumper, gives her a look as if to say, Filing cabinet, maybe?

“As you can see, gentle lady,” explains Gimli the desk man, very politely to Eowyn, while the second voice declares somewhat redundantly that he is, in fact, going to check the kitchen, “we are a tad busy this afternoon. Someone will be with you momentarily.” He turns, presumably in the kitchen’s direction, and calls out, “if you ask my opinion on the subject again, I’ll wallop you with Aragorn’s dratted guitar!”

Eowyn looks. There indeed is a battered old guitar, perched merrily on a pile of papers behind the front desk, ready to be used for walloping.

“I could come back later,” says Eowyn. She looks over at jumper guy, who’s staring at the still-hissing pile of blankets with some concern. “Can’t really speak for him, though.”

Jumper guy looks aggrieved. “Er – no, I’d rather not come back later. Gandalf said you’d be free to help.”

“And help –” begins Gimli, while there is another crash from the back room (they all wince, though Gimli does it with serenity) “-- we shall! If you give my colleague Legolas a moment to get his head on straight –” (the disembodied voice says something very rude in response to this pointed inflection), “-- then the two of us will be at your disposal.”

“Three of us,” interjects the first, almost forgotten voice. 

Eowyn and her jumper-clad companion turn startled to look: cellphone put away, rolly chair man has stood up to his quite considerable height and is looking at them consideringly. Despite his mildness of expression Eowyn experiences the uncomfortable feeling of being looked at by someone who could in a more fantastical setting have, like, laser vision or something – how is he doing it? And she is sure he isn’t really seeing right through her but she does get the sense he is understanding a lot more than she’d like to let on. Almost defiantly she tugs at her dress and clutches her bike helmet closer to herself. Jumper guy clears his throat. Then from the back room comes – presumably – Legolas, who is fair, thin, and for reasons unexplained wearing sunglasses indoors. He is also covered in what Eowyn hopes are pillow feathers and holding, in one hand, a very large glittering silver sword, and in the other a dingy looking VHS tape. It has cartoon vegetables in cloaks on the front.

“Did anyone know we still had this?” he asks pleasantly, and it is not clear to which find he is referring, “Arwen and I used to stare at it for hours as kids.” He spots Eowyn and her jumper-clad counterpart. “Oh – hello!”

Eowyn gapes. The three of them make a fascinating picture, standing there alongside each other.

“Now then,” says the man called Gimli. “Faramir, we know of already –” he nods at the boy beside Eowyn, who looks a bit bewildered by this, “as Gandalf sent him here! But this young lady we do not. How can we help?”

Perhaps it is the blinding reflection of the hopefully-a-prop sword, but Eowyn is suddenly overtaken by an awful affliction of watery eyes, which has nothing at all to do with her general feelings of overwhelm — until now expertly repressed — she is sure. She feels at once full of despair and yet shaking with eagerness, and everything she’d been desperate to explain to a listening ear gets stuck in her throat in the face of three, admittedly sort of weird (somewhat stern, verging on intense, dipping into outright comical), thoroughly kind faces looking right at her. It suddenly occurs to her how horribly, horribly alone she’s felt for the past six weeks.  

She remains rooted to the spot and tragically mute while Faramir, from beside her, begins all at once,

“I wasn’t sure where to go. I didn’t want it getting back to dad, so Gandalf seemed like the best option — and he said you were very trustworthy, and I do trust Gandalf of course – but it's my brother, you see, he’s disappeared,” vaguely Eowyn is aware of a grim look of surprise rippling through the collective at this reveal, “and it’ll sound crazy but I had this awful dream two weeks ago …”

While Eowyn attempts to wrangle her misbehaving emotions like one would a wobbly-legged yet stubbornly misbehaving colt, an impromptu consultation begins.

“Gone missing?”

“I bet he went hiking or something and lost his phone. It’s happened before.”

“Boromir hates hiking, though. Remember when Aragorn tried to bring him camping with us?”

“No wonder Gandalf sent you here.”

“I have odd dreams too sometimes; they are usually because of indigestion. I’m sure old Boromir’s just fine.”

“No,” insists Faramir, who seems – in Eowyn’s half-attentive estimation – to be doing an admirable job at hiding his surprise at this existing knowledge of his brother. “He’s not answering my texts – it’s like he’s blocked my number, which doesn’t make any sense!”

Eowyn’s head jerks around to stare at him. 

Could it be a coincidence? That is exactly the thought she herself had, not an hour ago, about her own cousin. Is it possible that she isn’t crazy, and her awful yearning for Eomer to be here and not in overnight jail, so someone who is not Eowyn could deal with things, is not childish? She opens her mouth, but her words are stuck again. All she can do is inhale like a small bird puffing up its chest and make a very very faint squeaking noise, which she is mostly sure no one can hear.

“Legolas,” interjects rolly chair man. His sharp grey eyes, which had flitted around briefly and shrewdly throughout the hubbub, are now fixed again on Eowyn, and thoughtful. The commotion dies down. In a mild voice he says, “Maybe you could fetch a clean pair of gym shorts and a blanket to lend our new friend, so she’ll be a bit more comfortable.” 

Eowyn, swaying a bit on the spot, hadn't even realized she was tugging at her dress again. 

“Oh,” she manages.

“Aye, I’d say you’re about the same size,” agrees Gimli, to Legolas, after a beat. “Aragorn has a good eye for these things,” he adds, as if needing their prospective clients in crisis to know this.

“I’ll bring her a comb, too,” says Legolas, not at all meanly, and goes to fetch these things.

“And I’ll put on some tea,” says Aragorn, so named, and for a second time his face softens with that warm, open smile. “I’m Aragorn,” he continues. “Let’s all sit down, and you can both start from the beginning; everything will be alright.”

In the moment after this offer Eowyn locks eyes with Faramir. He is standing next to her. His jumper looks particularly sad now that she is paying attention. He isn’t looking at Aragorn or the sword or the pillow feathers Legolas left behind, but at her. Right at her. There’s a solidarity there. It would be a touching exchange, Eowyn thinks, if not for the fact that the feral cat in its blanket pile has started talking to itself in oddly pitched meows.

A large crash sounds from the back room, accompanied by the sound of a child swearing.

“Yeah, okay,” Eowyn says. 

For the rest of today, at least, she has decided that she refuses to feel alone.

#my writing #taylor swift prompt memes #lord of the rings #eowyn #faramir #eowyn x faramir #aragorn #gimli #legolas #legolas x gimli #aragorn x arwen #for those wondering yes the veggie tales vhs is lord of the beans #and the cat IS gollum

[mcflymemes]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST *  assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath out bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #rp memes #rp meme #mcflymemes #rp prompt #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters #oopsie

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 (𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓) 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

"I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though"

"But we were something, don't you think so?"

"You know the greatest loves of all time are over now"

"When you are young, they assume you know nothing"

"I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired"

"You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'"

"Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been"

"Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits and then it was bought by me"

"I had a marvelous time ruinin' everything"

"I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending"

"I'm not your problem anymore so who am I offending now?"

"I gave so many signs, you didn't even see the signs"

"If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too"

"And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?"

"'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave"

"I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me"

"But I'm still on my tallest tiptoes spinning in my highest heels"

"I can change everything about me to fit in"

"Are there still beautiful things?"

"Love you to the moon and to Saturn"

"And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates"

"Back when we were still changin' for the better, wanting was enough"

"Meet me behind the mall"

"And I can see us twisted in bedsheets"

"I didn't know if you'd care if I came back"

"They told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential"

"It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you"

"Don't call me kid, don't call me baby"

"You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else"

"You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else"

"What did you think I'd say to that?"

"It's obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together"

"I'm takin' my time 'cause you took everything from me"

"Sir, I think he's bleeding out"

"And some things you just can't speak about"

"Only 20 minutes to sleep but you dream of some epiphany"

"When I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe"

"The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you"

"Would you tell me to go fuck myself?"

"No, I could never give you peace"

"All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret"

"I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me"

"Don't want no other shade of blue but you"

"You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart"

"You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score?"

"I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you"

"Tell me what are my words worth"

"I want auroras and sad prose"

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #rph #folklore #taylor swift #rp ask meme #rp ask box meme #rp ask prompts

[jessource]

prompts:　ttpd, the anthology by taylor swift.

your location, you forgot to turn it off.

the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

now and then she rereads the manuscriptof the entire torrid affair.

if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.

if comfort is a construct, i don't believe in good luck.

i move through the world with a broken heart.

they killed cassandra first, 'cause she feared the worst.

don't want money, just someone who wants my company.

say it once again with feeling.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

we here-by conduct the post portem.

what doesn't kill you makes you awake.

they tried to warn you about me.

i'm not a doner, but i'd give you my heart if you wanted.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind.

i feel so high school every time i look at you.

I look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

she wrotе headlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step i'd take.

one bad seed kills the garden.

when the truth comes out, it's quiet.

you see, i was a debutante in another life.

you have a favorite spot on the swing set.

the empathetic hunger descends.

i'm addicted to the 'if only'.

he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers. soon it was over.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

way to go, tiger.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

you said some things that i can't unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

he was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time.

i don't think you've changed much.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

they set my life in flames.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i loved you the way that you were.

you're a just ruler covered in mud, you look ridiculous.

i'm there most of the year, 'cause i hate it here.

you saw my bones out with somebody new who seemed like he would've bullied you in school.

how did it end? i can't pretend like i understand.

this place made me feel worthless.

i wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.

quick, quick. tell me something awful.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

Buried down deep

out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness.

splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

old habits die screaming.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

in my fantasies, i rise about it.

forgive me, [name], please know that i tried.

if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?

behind her back, her best mates laughed.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more, and i can't watch it happen.

she's the albatross, she is here to destroy you.

i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell when somebody still wants me.

were you makin' fun of me?

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.

does it feel alright to now know me?

excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

life was always easier on you.

tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be.

it wasn't a fair fight.

if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father.

are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

all that time you were throwin' punches, i was buildin' somethin'.

one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.

i'm hearing voices like a madman.

you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

but i can't forget the way you made me heal.

they nicknamed her 'the bolter'.

wise men once said 'wild winds are death to the candle'.

now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

i'm gonna get you back.

push the reset button, we're becomin' something new.

i'm watchin' american pie with you on a saturday night.

i'm an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #rp prompts #rp sentences #rp starters #rp memes #rp lyrics #rp lyric starters #taylor swift lyrics #ttpd: the anthology #memes #prompts #lyric sentence starters #mymemes. #*

[firstelevens]

No. 20 from the eras tour prompt list for sambucky ? ?

did I hear someone ask for a Sweet Home Alabama Louisiana AU? no? well I wrote the start of one anyway, so here it is

20. all your dirtiest jokes

Pebbles go flying as Bucky pulls his rental up in front of Sam’s house. He kind of wishes there was the satisfying screech of tires on asphalt to emphasize his mood, but he slams the car door twice as hard to make up for it, and feels just a little bit better afterwards.

Back when they were kids, the Wilsons’ place had been close enough to the neighbors’ houses to wave at them from the porch. The house that Sam bought when he came home from his first tour is set back a lot further than that, wooded where it doesn’t back up onto the water, so Bucky has no compunctions about getting a little shouty.

“Sam Wilson, I know you’re in there!” he calls out, walking up to the front door. “You can dodge my calls as long as you want, but I’m not going anywhere until you open up.”

It’s not a big house, and there’s at least three open windows, so there’s no question that Bucky’s voice is carrying through loud and clear, but there’s no response. Bucky raps sharply on the doorframe.

“You can’t avoid me forever, Sam. I know this town just as well as you do, and I will follow you everywhere.”

It takes another five minutes, but finally, Bucky sees a figure approaching through the frosted glass pane on the front door. When it swings open, he’s met with a bare-chested Sam Wilson, breathing heavy from a workout as he pulls his earbuds out of his ears.

For all that he was yelling a second ago, Bucky suddenly can’t seem to make words come out of his mouth. To add insult to injury, Sam seems perfectly unaffected by the sight of him, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Bucky Barnes,” he drawls, and Bucky hates how comforting that voice still is after all this time. “What can I do for you?”

In a second, the ire comes flickering back to life. The nerve of Sam, to ask that question when he knows perfectly well the only thing that Bucky’s been asking him for for the past year.

He holds up the envelope that’s the whole reason he had to drag his ass back here, a thousand miles and twenty years removed from home.

“You could start by giving me a fucking divorce.”

Bucky spent so long working himself up over this, back in New York and on the plane here and on the almost-two-hour drive from New Orleans. He’d written and rewritten a hundred different speeches, rehearsed so many arguments with the Sam in his head that he was sure he’d know exactly what to say.

But now he was here, and he’d gone and delivered what should’ve been the last line of his scathing speech way too early, and what more was there to do except stand there on Sam’s porch and glare at him expectantly?

Sam, for his part, looks at Bucky consideringly for a moment, then peers around him to look out towards the yard. “You should come inside,” he says, and then steps away, leaving the door open.

The petty part of Bucky wants to refuse, wants to make a nuisance of himself right here on the porch so Sam can’t ignore him, but then he stops to take in his surroundings for longer than a second. The air is thick, the heat more sluggish than it was when his flight touched down. Beyond the trees, the sky has gotten darker. It’s been a while since Bucky lived on the bayou, but the signs of an oncoming storm haven’t changed.

He huffs and steps into Sam’s house, closing the door behind him just as thunder rumbles in the distance. It’s cooler inside, at least, and as Sam moves further into the house, Bucky figures he’s supposed to follow. He’s still not completely over his need to be a nuisance—or so he tells himself—so he goes slowly, glancing around at the house that Sam bought long after Bucky wasn’t a part of his life anymore.

Bucky knows it’s a completely different building, but part of him still expects that it’ll be the house that Sam grew up in, all warm wood and quiet chaos. Somewhere in his head, he thinks that if he just went up that staircase in front of him, he’d end up in Sam’s childhood bedroom, sixteen years old and laid out on the floor with the boombox between them, laughing at the dirty jokes that Sam heard in senior calc or trying to figure out just what the deal was between their grade’s latest on-again, off-again couple.

But this isn’t that house, Bucky reminds himself, and this isn’t back then. He’s not looking to go back in time; he just wants to go forwards, and he could if Sam would just cooperate.

“What happened, you get lost in that hallway?” asks Sam, when Bucky finally makes it to the kitchen. He doesn’t bother answering, but Sam’s back is to him, so there’s no way to tell whether he’s even noticed. “Hey, cream and no sugar, right?”

“What?”

Sam turns around with a mug of coffee in his hand, and Bucky’s pretty sure he can’t hide how he immediately perks up when the cup is set in front of him. For a second, he thinks about telling Sam that he does take sugar now, just to be contrarian, but then he remembers he’d actually have to drink it and throws that plan out the window.

“This is fine, thanks,” he eventually says, setting the envelope on the island and picking up the coffee. He hasn’t had caffeine since before his flight this morning, and he can feel the first sip right down to his toes. His eyes actually close for a second, and when he opens them, Sam is back on the other side of the counter, looking amused. There’s no mug in his hands.

“You’re not having any?” Bucky asks. “What’d you do, poison it?” 

Even if he did, Bucky’s not convinced he’d be able to put it down. It’s really good coffee.

“I will,” says Sam. “But my Mama would kill me if I entertained company like this, so I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home; the view’s nice from the family room if you missed the water.”

He breezes out before Bucky can argue, his footsteps thudding up the stairs between one sip of coffee and the next.

After a moment of looking around incredulously, waiting to see if maybe he’s being pranked, Bucky decides this is just Sam trying to annoy him into leaving, and he won’t let it work. He marches into the family room just as the rain starts in earnest, and just to spite Sam, he turns his back to the French doors and surveys the rest of the room. There’s art hanging up, intermingled with family photos. Lumpy ceramics that are definitely grade school art projects sit beside beautiful crystalline sculptures, tall and spiky and somehow familiar.

Along one of the walls is the credenza that Bucky recognizes from Sam’s parents’ house, the one that Mr. Wilson had hauled home from an estate sale and refinished just because Sam’s mother had lingered beside it for a few seconds longer than anything else. It’s a different color now than it was before, but Bucky would recognize it anywhere. Sitting on top of it are what Bucky guesses are the important photos: Sarah’s wedding, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson on the boat together, Sam with a toddler beside him and a baby in his arms. 

Furthest to the left is a picture of the dock behind the Wilson house. Two figures sit at the end of it, leaning into each other in the sunshine. One of them wears a t-shirt, gangly arms braced behind them. The other has a letterman jacket on, and that’s what tips Bucky off when he picks up the frame to look at it more closely: that’s him and Sam, sitting out where they did almost every day after school. Sam had gotten his varsity jacket for the baseball team when they were sophomores, and Bucky was pretty sure he’d worn it more often than Sam had. He’d always liked the way it felt on his shoulders, and when fall rolled around and the wind blew in a little cooler off the water, Sam always passed it over to him without needing to be asked.

They’d gotten a little more refined, once driver’s licenses were acquired and curfews were lengthened. Sam would drive the Wilsons’ old pickup truck a little ways out of town, to an empty plot of land flanked by trees on one side and water on the other, and they would sit and soak up the wind off the water until they could both breathe a little easier. Bucky had started thinking of it as their piece of the island, the safest place he could ever remember being.

When the future had barreled towards them with no signs of stopping, it was where Sam had driven them, nothing around but the birds in the trees when he quietly suggested his plan for getting out of Delacroix and taking Bucky with him. Nobody else had been around to see Bucky fling his arms around Sam’s neck and whisper a muffled yes into his shoulder, either: both of them a little bit scared of the future but determined to make it better for each other.

Maybe they can be reasonable about this. Maybe he and Sam can look at each other and see exactly what the other person needs, the way they did when they were younger. Maybe there don’t have to be questions and discussions and the kind of passive aggressive emails they’ve been exchanging through lawyers for the past year.

The rain is still coming down hard, lulling Bucky into a daze, so he can’t be blamed for the way he startles when Sam’s voice sounds from behind him. He scrambles to grab the picture frame before it falls out of his hands, setting it down and taking a beat before he turns around.

Sam is holding the envelope with the divorce papers in his hands, but Bucky has seen his ‘I give up’ face and that definitely isn’t it.

“The entire year that we’ve been going over this, I’ve asked you the same question, over and over, and you’ve never answered,” Sam says.

“Fuck,” says Bucky, scrubbing a hand down his face. “This? Again?”

“Yeah, again,” says Sam. “Because if I’m getting a divorce, I at least deserve to know why. I deserve to know what changed.”

“I have told you every single time you asked, Sam. Nothing changed. Nothing changed, because this was never a real marriage, and you know that. We got married so we could both get the fuck out of this town, and so I could stop being so terrified all the time, and we did that, and now we’re done.”

Sam crosses his arms, setting his jaw, and it occurs to Bucky that this is the first battle of a long war. “We did all that fifteen years ago, easy. That’s not what this is about. What changed, Buck?”

But Bucky can’t answer Sam any more now than he could the first time he asked that question a year ago. He can’t remind Sam of all the things he missed out on because he was tied to Bucky, he can’t bring up Riley or Sam’s parents or all the little ways that Bucky managed to steal things from him without even trying, because Sam would never see it. Even now, squaring off against each other with no possible middle ground, Sam would never see it, so Bucky can’t say it.

“Just sign the damn papers, Sam,” is what Bucky says instead.

It’s the first time he’s ever evaded the question in person. Somehow when he pictured Sam reading all those emails and messages he’d sent, Bucky had never imagined a flicker of disappointment on his face, gone as soon as it appeared.

Sam turns to set the envelope on an end table and picks up a wristwatch from beside it, doing up the strap before he turns around again. When he does, he’s got a determinedly cheerful smile on his face, the kind that Bucky has always known meant trouble.

“Gee, Buck, I wish I could, but as it happens, I’m running late for something,” he says, with an exaggerated look at his watch. “Maybe later?”

He’s already heading for the door, leaving Bucky to hurry after him. “What do you mean you’re late for something? Where the fuck are you going in a hurricane?”

Sam snorts. “You’ve been away too long. This is barely even a storm.”

An enormous crack of lightning punctuates his words, and Bucky raises his eyebrows.

“It’s a drizzle,” says Sam, pulling on a jacket. “And I have a date.”

Bucky is not entirely prepared for the feelings that those words stoke in his chest, but worse still is what Sam calls out before the door swings shut behind him.

“Guest bedroom’s upstairs, second door on the left. Don’t wait up.”

He’s not entirely sure how much time he loses, fuming in the foyer of Sam’s house, but eventually, that rage sharpens into something else entirely as he remembers what he yelled out standing on Sam’s porch half an hour ago.

He knows this town just as well as Sam does.

He knows this town just as well as Sam does, and unless fifty years of corporate development hit Delacroix in the last fifteen, there’s only one place to take a date if you’re an adult who doesn’t want to get accosted by the entire senior population of the island over the course of your evening.

Bucky pulls his keys from his pocket and and umbrella from Sam’s coat closet. If Sam means to drag this out, Bucky’s going to make sure he feels every single second, until he decides for himself that this marriage is more trouble than it’s worth.

(And if, before he leaves, he swaps his comfortable traveling clothes for a short sleeved button down that’s a size too small and not buttoned enough, well, nobody ever said Bucky was perfect.)

#sambucky #ok admittedly i lied emma did in fact cheerlead the writing of this and encourage me the whole way but what's new #this is truly just like. the opening half a chapter of this au but I have THOUGHTS #to be clear the rest of it is never getting written unless a miracle occurs #but here have this nonsense on the occasion of bonky's birthday #zainab does ask meme things #taylor swift prompt fics

[popcornkwantum]

Swiftli week, day 2

A demon's personal cooler

Summary:

"It's 11:30"

“Why so late?” Taylor asks.

Lincoln shifts his hand to have his palm flat on Taylor’s forehead and answers, “Because you were burning up earlier this morning and clearly still are.”

“You could still have tried,” Taylor crankly mumbles back. He knows it’s a little unfair to Lincoln, but he can’t bring himself to be thankful for sleeping in and having his morning plans thrown out the window.

“I did,” Lincoln chuckles, luckily not taking the offense, “You only angrily growled at me when I came to wake you up at nine.”

Yea that sounds about right actually.

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OR:

Taylor is sick with a demon cold and Lincoln is there to take care of him

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And have some additional doodles *.✧

#insert that that one meme that goes like 'guy turns away' with the text 'drawing something for a new prompt' #and the second panel is 'the same guy who smiles and points' to the text 'making stupid silly doodles of a prompt that's already finished' #i can literally never find the meme but I know what I'm talking about #sickfic #ao3 #my writing #swiftli #dndads #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies #taylor swift #lincoln li wilson #dndads swiftli week 2024 #fanfic #I won't be doing day 3 unfortunately but I've just started with day 4 so I really hope to have that finished by then :D #university graduation project? what's that?? Only swiftli yess

[greene-rph]

1989 VAULT TRACK LYRIC STARTERS. adjust pronouns/wording as needed.

“SLUT!”

❝ What if all I need is you? ❞

❝ I'll pay the price, you won't. ❞

❝ If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once. ❞

❝ Everyone wants him, that was my crime. ❞

❝ In a world of boys, he's a gentleman. ❞

❝ You're not sayin' you're in love with me, but you're goin' to. ❞

❝ It's a big mistake. ❞

❝ It might blow up in your pretty face. ❞

SAY DON’T GO.

❝ I would stay forever if you say "don't go". ❞

❝ Why'd you have to lead me on? ❞

❝ It’s not fair. ❞

❝ I'm yours, but you're not mine. ❞

❝ You’re not there. ❞

❝ I love you. ❞

❝ I said, "I love you", you say nothin' back. ❞

❝ I would stay forever if you say "don't go"... But you won't. ❞

NOW THAT WE DON’T TALK.

❝ You went to a party, I heard from everybody. ❞

❝ From the outside it looks like you're tryin' lives on. ❞

❝ I miss the old ways, you didn't have to change. ❞

❝ I guess I don't have a say now that we don't talk. ❞

❝ I call my mom, she said that it was for the best. ❞

❝ The morе I gave, you'd want me less. ❞

❝ I cannot bе your friend. ❞

❝ I can't pretend it's platonic. ❞

❝ I can't pretend it's platonic, it's just ended. ❞

SUBURBAN LEGENDS.

❝ You had people who called you on unmarked numbers. ❞

❝ You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious. ❞

❝ I didn't come here to make friends. ❞

❝ When you hold me, it holds me together. ❞

❝ You kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever. ❞

❝ You told me we'd get back together. ❞

❝ I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it. ❞

IS IT OVER NOW?

❝ I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters. ❞

❝ You search in every maiden's bed for somethin' greater. ❞

❝ You search in every model’s bed for somethin' greater. ❞

❝ Was it over when she laid down on your couch? Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ❞

❝ Is it over now? ❞

❝ Your new girl is my clone. ❞

❝ Did you think I didn't see you? ❞

❝ At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight. ❞

❝ I think about jumpin' off of very tall somethings. ❞

❝ I think about jumpin' off of very tall somethings just to see you come runnin'. ❞

❝ If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her. ❞

#rp prompts #lyric prompts #rp memes #memes #taylor swift prompts #our memes

[uselesslexbian]

eras tour setlist sentence starters, part one.

you know i adore you.

it's you and me, that's my whole world.

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

you are the only one who seems to care.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know.

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

i'm so sick of them coming at me again.

i'm so sick of running as fast as i can.

you need to calm down.

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close?

i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

i've loved you three summers now, but i want them all.

who could ever leave me, darling?

but who could stay?

i cut off my nose just to spite my face and i hate my reflection for years and years.

they see right through me.

can you see right through me?

i'm trying so hard not to get caught up now.

she'll never know your story like i do.

you belong with me.

you say you're fine, i know you better than that.

take me somewhere we can be alone.

all there's left to do is run.

i got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.

this love is difficult, but it's real.

don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.

i keep waiting for you, but you never come.

is this in my head? i don't know what to think.

if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would've asked you.

the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.

i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.

wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark.

i guess i should've known from that look on your face.

if i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around.

what died didn't stay dead.

i never was ready so i watched you go.

what a shame she's fucked in the head.

i notice everything you do or don't do.

if it's all in my head, tell me now.

tell me i got it wrong somehow.

in the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do.

i know i'm gonna be with you, so i'll take my time.

my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me.

is it cool that i said all that?

is it chill that you're in my head?

i'm insane, but i'm your baby.

baby, for you, i would fall from grace just to touch your face.

if you walk away, i'd beg you on my knees to stay.

i don't like your little games.

no, i don't like you.

maybe i got mine, but you'll all get yours.

i'll spend forever wondering if you knew.

please don't be in love with someone else.

i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.

i'm really gonna miss you picking fights.

a new notch in your belt is all i'll ever be.

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me.

you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything.

i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all.

you taught me about your past, thinking your future was me.

you never called it what it was.

maybe we got lost in translation.

this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up.

i'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.

the idea you had of me, who was she?

i'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it.

'cause there we are again, when i loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known.

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

#rp ask meme #rp starters #rp prompts #rp memes #rp meme #taylor swift prompts

[meredithbeckham]

the tortured poets department. songs one through five.

i was supposed to be sent away.

they forgot to come and get me.

i was a functioning alcoholic.

i hope you're okay.

you're the reason, and no one's here to blame.

what about your quiet treason?

we were forever running.

sometimes you ask about the weather.

your wife waters flowers.

i want to kill her/him.

all my mornings are monday stuck in endless februrary.

i took the miracle 'move on' drug. the effects were temporary.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i touched you only for a fortnight.

but i touched you.

my husband is cheating.

i called you up, but you won't pick up.

i think some things i never say.

who uses typewriters anyway?

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down the road.

i've seen this episode and still love the show.

who else decodes you?

who's gonna hold you, if not me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

i scratch your head, you fall asleep.

i've read this one where you come undone.

i chose this cyclone with you.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

you told lucy you'd kill yourself if i ever leave.

i felt seen.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be. because we're crazy.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

here we go again.

you should've seen him when he first got me.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

i'm the queen of sand castles he destroys.

it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night.

i should have known it was a matter of time.

there was a litany of reasons why we could've played for keeps this time.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

pull the string, and i'll tell you that he runs because he loves me.

he saw forever so he smashed it up.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

he was my best friend.

i felt more when we played pretend.

told me i'm better off. but i'm not.

tell me i was the chosen one.

showed me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back where i came from.

for a moment i knew cosmic love.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

everything comes out teenage petulance.

fuck it if i can't have him.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i might just not get up.

i might stay down.

did you take all my old clothes?

that somehow seems so hollow now.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

for a moment, i was heaven struck.

i loved your hostile take-overs.

how dare you say that it's-?

i'll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded?

fuck it, i was in love.

so fuck you, if i can't have us.

like i lost my twin.

i saw in my mind ferry lights through the mist.

i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

my spine split from carrying us up the hell.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

so long, london.

you'll find someone.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

i founded the club she's heard great things about.

i left all i knew.

you left me at the house by the heath.

i stopped cpr. after all, it's no use.

the spirit was gone.

i'm pissed off you let me give all that youth for free.

i'll find someone.

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

every breath feels like the rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there.

how much tragedy did you think i had in me?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd have to go be free?

you swore you loved me, but where were the clues?

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm just mad 'cause i loved this place for so long.

had a good run, a moment of warm sun.

i'm not the one.

two graves, one gun.

#rp meme #sentence starters #ask memes #rp memes #rp prompts #inbox memes #taylor swift memes

[lissasmemes]

                                 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ( 𝟑 𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ) 

      from taylor swift’s 2022 album midnights ( 3 am edition ).   feel free to change pronouns as needed!

001.  the great war

“my knuckles were bruised.” “maybe it was egos swinging.” “maybe it was her.” “my hand was the one you reached for.” “i vowed not to cry anymore.” “you said i have to trust more freely.” “i have to trust more freely.” “you were playing with fire.” “it turned into something bigger.” “i got a sense i’d been betrayed.” “that was the night i nearly lost you.” “i really thought i lost you.” “we will never go back.”

002.  bigger than the whole sky

“every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness.” “goodbye.” “you were more than just a short time.” “i’ve got a lot to live without.” “i’ll say words i don’t believe.”

003.  paris

“did you see the photos?” “no i didn’t, but thanks though.” “i’m so in love.” “i didn’t see the news.” “we were somewhere else.” “romance is not dead if you keep it just yours.”

004.  high infidelity 

“i didn’t know you were keeping count.” “you said i was freeloading.” “i bent the truth too far tonight.” “do you really wanna know where i was?” “it’s never enough.”

005.  glitch

“we were supposed to be just friends.” “maybe i’ll see you out some weekend.” “i think there’s been a glitch.” “i’m not even sorry.” “i was supposed to sweat you out.” “i’d go back to dudes who give nothing.” “i thought we had no chance.”

006.   would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

“i would’ve looked away.” “did it matter?” “i would’ve stayed on my knees.” “i damn sure never would have danced with the devil.” “the pain was heaven.” “i wish you’d left me wondering.” “i could’ve gone on as i was.” “you made me feel important.” “i miss who i used to be.” “i regret you all the time.” “i can’t let this go.” “i fight with you in my sleep.” “i keep waiting for a sign.” “it was mine first.”

007.  dear reader

“if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one.” “pick somewhere and just run.” “if you don’t recognize yourself that means you did it right.” “never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.” “you should find another.” “you don’t have to answer just ‘cause they asked you.” “the greatest of luxuries is your secrets.” “when you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss.” “i prefer hiding in plain sight.” “my friends found friends who care.” “no one sees when you lose when you’re playing solitaire.”

#rp meme #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp sentence prompts #lyric starters #lyric meme #lyrics: taylor swift

[philtstone]

Frodo (or your chosen Blorbo from the Shire), 4

i cant actually remember which prompt list this was from so i am splicing together the taylor swift prompts "a secret language" and "caressing the other's hand" and humbly offering you an unedited This. also i MIGHT be playing fast and loose with canon but i swear i read somewhere that aragorn asked the besties to sleep over at his place (stay at the palace) for an extra month bc he wanted them to be there for his wedding. if it isnt canon it is now .. in my heart

In the streets of Minas Tirith there is joy today.

Frodo notes this absently, from a short distance, as he seems to feel everything these days. Actually, he ought to correct himself: not everything. He feels some things quite closely. He feels desperately homesick for Bilbo's pipeweed in a way that sits heavily in his heart. He feels like every new day he cannot imagine taking even one more step forward -- even just to get from gardens to the kitchen to greet Sam -- despite the fact that he always manages. And he feels that quiet lancing pain of distance between his self and everything else, like a darning needle going through an old wool sock you just don't want to give up on yet -- quite closely.

None of these feelings are truly capable of ruining the pleasantness of his stroll through the marketplace, so Frodo doesn't think it's much use to dwell on them. The sun is shining, making the weather a balmy warm and bringing out the green of new little saplings against the white stones. And even though on many another day, the bubbling chatter would be a tad too much for his tired spirit to handle, today it is making it easier to take those steps forward.

"I'm grateful for the leisurely pace you've set, dear Frodo," says the musical presence at his side, as if she has read his mind. Frodo can't remember if that's something she can properly do, but doesn't think it appropriate to ask. "I do not think I have the will to hasten through such a day as this."

Her eyes are glimmering with a gentle mirth. Frodo's come to realize, in the weeks he has spent recovering and observing his old companions outside of imminent crisis, that a favourite pastime of Lady Arwen Undomiel is teasing the newly-crowned King of Gondor.

"It's not Aragorn's fault he's got such long legs," Frodo observes. A good tease has got to be honoured, hasn't it? Arwen's responding smile is small but brilliant. Her eyes dance like daffodils in spring. They watch as their unwitting victim moves effortlessly through the crowd several -- admittedly long -- strides ahead of them, conversing animatedly with the sellers, the shoppers, their families, the children, and every so often, a horse or two. Aragorn seems to know everyone already (he's barely been king for three weeks) but that was true from the first night Frodo met him. Sam calls it a stoutly developed sense of sociability, which makes him sound like his Gaffer and Bilbo all at once, but Frodo is not sure it is all so simple.

Aragorn is now listening very intently as a cabbage seller gesticulates regarding the specifics of his innovative new watering technique.

"Do Men always take the details of cabbage-growing so seriously?" Arwen asks Frodo. She leans sideways towards him -- elegantly -- that the tactful whisper might be better heard. Frodo's not sure; he hasn't actually known that many men.

"He does seem to be selling very large cabbages," Frodo says.

A sudden, exhausting melancholy grips him. It is not precisely because of the cabbage, but not unrelated to it either. Arwen has paused to study the daisies being sold by a Gondorian girl and her mother, and so to distract himself, Frodo looks over at the nearest stall. It occurs to him that cousin Lobellia would have been awfully covetous of the coloured glass wind-chimes they have on display. They've got silver along the rims. Strange, how even now, a lifetime later it seems, Frodo is capable of suddenly remembering Bilbo's silverware related woes.

"They are very beautiful," comes Arwen's sweet, sincere voice. Frodo turns; her arms are full of the flowers, and she is moving with beaming interest towards the wind chimes. Behind her the girl's mother looks a bit dazed, while the little girl herself looks transfixed. Everything the elf says is always brimming over with an effortless sincerity, but in these resolutely human streets it becomes all the more apparent. Frodo wonders if Arwen doesn’t feel slightly out of place. "Oh -- we must put some in the courtyard garden. Dear Frodo, do you think Sam will like them? Four, please."

Unlike Aragorn, Arwen doesn't ask after families or host serious discussions about irrigation systems. She carries all of this interest and care and understanding completely unspoken in her presence alone, and when subject to it directly can be somewhat overwhelming to the uninitiated. Frodo knows this from experience. At any rate, they are leaving a series of increasingly overcome Gondorians in their wake. He wonders if she will learn or change, with time, or if there will always be that intensity and strangeness, untempered.

“Sam would suggest we make tea out of these,” says Frodo, without thinking, when Arwen hands Frodo two daisies and a wind chime to carry. The ends of her raven hair float in the breeze behind them. She’s walking very slowly, so Frodo doesn’t have any trouble keeping up, but he still looks up at her to speak. “Have you had daisy tea before, Lady Arwen?”

“Hmmm,” says Arwen cryptically. “I think I will be trying many new things, these coming weeks.”

“I don’t know if I want to try new things anymore,” Frodo says quietly, without thinking. Beside him, Arwen pauses. The hem of her soft green skirts swirl at her feet as she turns to face him. 

“Oh, Frodo,” she says. The simple words carry very many great and deep and feeling things, as is always the way with Arwen.

Frodo traces a finger over the colourful glass petals of the chime. They have arrived at a less busy patch of the cobbled alley, past the florist and trinket seller. “I think I must be homesick,” is what he decides to say.

Gently, Arwen takes his hand in hers. “Would you like to return home?” she asks. To the Shire. Sam certainly would not be opposed. Merry and Pippin, perhaps with less urgency, but they all seem to be waiting on Frodo to be recovered …

It shouldn’t be a very complicated answer. Worrying his bottom lip beneath one tooth, he looks up and over, back into the market: Aragorn is kneeling to better scratch a grinning hound under its chin, all while looking up to better ask the old woman manning its stall about her youngest grandchild.

“Don’t you feel strange, being so far from home?” he asks. Frodo feels his face grow hot. “Well … I mean, I know it is different.”

“The concept of return is not materially the same for me,” Arwen agrees, gently, with a tilt to her head. “But even so. I have chosen to stay here for a long long while, Frodo; you have no such dreams.”

Frodo’s dreams are altogether unpleasant these days, but he feels his brow quirk at the first thing. “You’ll be staying?” he asks, more curious than anything.

“Well,” says Arwen, in a secretive way that he finds terribly comforting – just as her friendship was so terribly comforting that first week, so many months ago – “I believe I am getting married sometime soon. So I must be here to attend my wedding, you see, as I’ve much desired it for many years.”

Oh. Well, that is obvious, isn’t it – now that she’s said it all out. Frodo feels a little bit silly for not guessing. 

“It’s alright,” Arwen reassures him. “It is technically yet unplanned.” 

“Is that why Aragorn asked us all to stay at the palace another month?” says Frodo, still watching the King. As if noticing eyes on him, Aragorn looks towards them, one hand occupied in caressing the soft crown of a child’s curly head. His brows furrow in askance even as his mouth grows into a wide, decidedly un-Kingly grin. He’d been sincere in his offer, Frodo remembers. Merry and Pippin claimed they were staying because of their wise contributions to the building of a nation, and Frodo hadn’t quite believed that part, but certainly, Gimli and Legolas had no need for a period of convalescence. The thought makes him tired again, but it cannot get too bad, because Arwen is looking over with him, and with another of those secretive smiles says, 

“I think he is taking great comfort in the company of his friends.”

This time the tease is barely present. Arwen speaks with a quiet, sincere fondness that carries no little amount of tender ache. Oh. Frodo swallows. One’s friends – friends, something deeper than those one is friendly with – it is true, that they bring comfort. So much. He is not sure … well, he cannot have ever … 

Abruptly, the daisies and glass feel heavy like granite in his arms. He struggles to put them down; Arwen, gracefully, notices and helps him. By the time they are done she is properly kneeling, the way Aragorn had been, just in front of him. 

“Frodo,” she says, softly. It is strange to think of her as the Queen of the realm. It is stranger still to think of Aragorn as the King, despite his easy manner in the market and obvious qualities; the last time Frodo saw him before they were separated, he was covered in dirt and had slept in the same shirt for three nights in a row. Arwen, on the other hand – he maintains that it has been true from the moment he met her: Arwen glows. Literally sometimes. Less now that she is mortal, and on a sunny day like this one it's a little hard to see, but it still lingers around her like a stubborn gauzy cloak.

"My Lady," he says suddenly, before he can stop himself, "is it very hard? Being different from your old self, now, I mean."

The birds twitter; the marketplace bustles; life moves forward on this joyful day in Minas Tirith. Arwen’s hands, wrapped still around his, are cool in a way that is soothing the distance in his heart.

“We are never given burdens we do not have the strength to carry,” Arwen says, with all of her sincerity. 

For the first time in some weeks, Frodo feels the words absorb into him, and lay a gentle blanket on the horrible well of darkness that lingers. 

“I’d be honoured to attend your wedding,” he says. 

Arwen smiles, as brilliant and gentle as the sun. It is only a few short moments that they are joined by a loping gait, and Aragorn is bending over to help Arwen to her feet and ensure Frodo is not too tired to continue.

“You are both well?” he asks, about four additional questions lingering in the back of the look he gives Arwen, but she only nods, and touches his wrist in a soft caress. 

“Quite well, my love. We were discussing your very long legs.”

“And you have told me many a time your fondness –” Aragorn catches himself just in time, which does not do much to make up for the depth of suggestion in his low, affectionate voice just a moment before. “I – ahem. Well, Frodo … I know you are not very fond of dogs, but Lady Dolmoron has a brood of kittens; I thought surely, they would appeal to your gentle sensibilities. And Master Kerrell’s stall just over there offers a delicious smoked eel stew.”

“You know,” Frodo says, “I am sure you’re right, Aragorn. Lunch sounds wonderful. And let us go visit the kittens. I’ll have to tell Sam – he’ll be sure to want to name one.”

It does not become easier, but gentler, somehow. There is a comfort in the presence of friends.

#IS THIS SOMETHING??? #ive had this idea and this prompt sitting in my head and heart for months. LITERALLY months. indeed almost a YEAR #and i finally had a brainwave for it tonight #my writing #taylor swift prompt meme #lord of the rings #frodo baggins #arwen undomiel #aragorn #arwen x aragorn #frodo & arwen are friends in my head. and also in canon actually. its all right there for those w the Sight #return of the king

[halloweeneverlong]

speak now sentence starters

sentence starters taken from songs off of speak now by taylor swift <3

mine

- “can you believe it?”

- “you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter.”

- “you are the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

- “we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes.”

- “we got bills to pay, we got nothing figured out!”

- “i’ll never leave you alone.”

- “every time i look at you, it’s like the first time.”

- “she is the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

- “hold on and make it last.”

sparks fly

- “the way you move is like a full-on rainstorm.”

- “you’re the kind of reckless that should send me running.”

- “meet me in the pouring rain.”

- “you touch me and it’s really something.”

- “just keep on keeping your eyes on me.”

- “i’m captivated by you, baby.”

back to december

- ���this is me swallowing my pride.”

- “i’m sorry for that night.”

- “i go back to december all the time.”

- “maybe this is wishful thinking.”

- “if we loved again, i swear i’d love you right.”

speak now

- “you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl.”

- “run away now!”

- “you need to hear me out.”

- “i know you wish it was me.”

- “let’s run away now.”

dear john

- “my mother accused me of losing my mind.”

- “i swore i was fine.”

- “i see it all now that you’re gone.”

- “don’t you think i was too young to be messed with?”

- “i should’ve known.“

- “you’re an expert at sorry.”

- “you burned them out.”

mean

- “you don’t know what you don’t know.”

- “all you’re ever gonna be is mean.”

- “i just wanna feel okay again.”

- “you can’t lead me down that road.”

- “all you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life and mean.”

the story of us

- “they’re the lucky ones.”

- “lately, i don’t even know what page you’re on.”

- “is it killing you like it’s killing me?”

- “the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.”

- “next chapter!”

- “how’d we end up this way?”

- “i’m scared to see the ending.”

- “i liked it better when you were on my side.”

- “i’ve never heard silence quite this loud.”

- “the end.”

never grow up

- “you got nothing to regret.”

- “i’d give all i have, honey, if you could stay like that.”

- “darling, don’t you ever grow up.”

- “it’s so much colder than i thought it’d be.”

- “i don’t wanna grow up.”

enchanted

- “same old tired, lonely place.”

- “all i can say is that it was enchanting to meet you.”

- “have we met?”

- “don’t you let it go.”

- “hey, it was enchanting to meet you.”

- “i’m wonderstruck!”

- “please don’t be in love with someone else.”

- “please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

better than revenge

- “now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.”

- “i had him right there where i wanted him.”

- “she’s not a saint, and she’s not what you think.”

- “there is nothing i do better than revenge.”

- “sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know.”

- “i’m just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey.”

- “come on, can you take it back?”

- “you know that you deserve it.”

innocent

- “i guess you really did it this time.”

- “who you are is not where you’ve been.”

- “you’re still an innocent.”

- “life is a tough crowd.”

haunted

- “i have known it all this time.”

- “i can’t trust anything now.”

- “come on, don’t leave me like this!”

- “i thought i had you figured out.”

- “you’re all i wanted.”

- “i still mean every word i said to you.”

- “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone.”

- “i can’t go back, i’m haunted.”

- “never thought i’d see it.”

last kiss

- “i still remember the look on your face.”

- “you told me you loved me, so why did you go away?”

- “all that i know is i don’t know.”

- “i never thought we’d have a last kiss.”

- “i never imagined we’d end like this.”

- “hope it’s nice where you are.“

- “i never planned on you changing your mind.”

long live

- “remember this moment.”

- “you knew our lives would never be the same.”

- “remember this feeling.”

- “may these memories break our fall.”

- “i had the time of my life with you.”

ours

- “right now, my time is their’s.”

- “seems like there’s always someone who disapproves.”

- “my choice is you.”

- “don’t you worry your pretty little mind.”

- “life makes love look hard.”

- “this love is ours.”

- “i don’t care, ‘cause right now, you’re mine.”

- “i love the gap between your teeth.”

- “my heart is yours.”

superman

- “he’s got his mother’s eyes.”

- “i always forget to tell you i love you. i love you!”

- “go save the world, i’ll be around.”

- “i’ll be with you someday.”

- “you’ve got a busy day today.”

- “he’s complicated, he’s irrational.”

- “i hope someday he’ll take me away.”

- “he’s not all bad like his reputation.”

- “i loved you from the very first day.”

electric touch (patrick stump my beloved)

- “just breathe, just relax, it’ll be okay.”

- “i’ve got my money on things going badly.”

- “this could either break my heart or bring it back to life.”

- “i’m trying hard not to look like i’m trying.”

- “i’ve grown accustomed to sleeping alone.”

- “maybe the stars align, just one time.”

when emma falls in love

- “i know that boy will never be the same.”

- “all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had a chance to love her.”

- “sometimes i wish i was her.”

- “she won’t lose herself in love the way that i did.”

- “she’ll call you out, she’ll put you in your place.”

- “little does he know, his whole world’s about to change.”

i can see you

- “you don’t think i can see you, do ya?”

- “i’ve been watching you for ages.”

- “what would you do if i went to touch you?”

- “baby, if only you knew.”

- “we kept everything professional, but something’s changed.”

castles crumbling

- “i will just let you down.”

- “they trusted me.”

- “power went to my head, and i couldn’t stop.”

- “you don’t want to know me.”

- “i don’t know how it could’ve ended this way.”

- “they’re screaming that they hate me.”

foolish one

- “my cards are on the table.”

- “you give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high.”

- “you are not the exception.”

- “you will never learn your lesson.”

- “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love.”

- “you know how to keep me waiting.”

- “i know i can’t call you mine.”

timeless

- “it’s so hard to explain.”

- “in those photos, i saw us instead.”

- “i know that you and i would’ve found each other. in another life, you still would’ve turned my head.”

- “you still would have been mine.”

- “we would’ve been timeless.”

- “they fell in love like we did.”

- “i would’ve read your love letters every night.”

- “time breaks down your mind and body.”

- “sometimes there’s no proof, you just know.”

- “you’re always gonna be mine.”

- “we really were timeless.”

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[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

"Everybody here wanted somethin' more"

"It's a new soundtrack, I could dance to this beat"

"But you know you wouldn't change anything"

"Oh, my God, look at that face you look like my next mistake"

"I'm dying to see how this one ends"

"I could show you incredible things"

"It's been a while since I have even heard from you"

"What you heard is true, but I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you"

"And when we go crashing down, we come back every time"

"The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color"

"We were built to fall apart then fall back together"

"Remember when we couldn't take the heat?"

"Hope the winds of change will change your mind"

"I've never been the best at letting go"

"I could give a million reasons why, but you're going"

"It's like I got this music in my mind"

"'Cause you still don't know what I never said"

"Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did"

"You gave me everything and nothing"

"Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve 'em"

"Still got scars on my back from your knife"

"If you live like that, you live with ghosts"

"Let's get out of this town. Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

"No one has to know what we do"

"Someday when you leave me I bet these memories follow you around"

"And you were too afraid to tell her what you want"

"I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever"

"Remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks"

"When you're young, you just run"

"And you were just gone and gone"

"Struggled through the night with someone new"

"I can hear them whisper as we pass by"

"They are the hunters, we are the foxes"

"Let them say what they want, we won't hear it"

"You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore"

"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe"

"Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

"Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?"

"Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?"

"I reached for you, but you were gone"

"You can hear it in the silence"

"And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars"

"And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown"

"We play dumb but we know exactly what we're doin'"

"Heartbreak is the national anthem"

"The rumors are terrible and cruel"

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #1989 #taylor swift 1989 #taylor swift #rph #mine

[katesmemes]

feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!  

LAVENDER HAZE

meet me at midnight

oh, you don't ever say too much

i've been under scrutiny

all this shit is new to me

i'm damned if i do give a damn what people say

all they keep asking me is if i'm gonna be your bride

the only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife

they're bringing up my history, but you weren't even listening

get it off your chest

i just wanna stay

MAROON

how'd we end up on the floor anyway?

how the hell did we lose sight of us again?

ain't that the way shit always ends

i feel you, no matter what

and i wake with your memory over me

that's a real fuckin' legacy to leave

ANTI-HERO

i have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser

midnights become my afternoons

i should not be left to my own devices

one day I'll watch as you're leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming for the last time

i'm the problem, it's me

i'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

sometimes i feel like everybody is a sexy baby and i'm a monster on the hill

did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman?

i have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

she's laughing up at us from hell!

SNOW ON THE BEACH

life is emotionally abusive

time can't stop me quite like you did

i'm unglued, thanks to you

you wanting me tonight feels impossible

it's fine to fake it till you make it

can this be a real thing, can it?

YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN, KID

i play it cool with the best of them

it's okay, we're the best of friends

i touch my phone as if it's your face

there's just one who could make me stay all my days

i waited ages to see you there

you're on your own, kid; you always have been

i picked the petals, he loves me not

i called a taxi to take me there

everything you lose is a step you take

you've got no reason to be afraid

MIDNIGHT RAIN

i wanted that pain

all of me changed

i broke his heart 'cause he was nice

i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted

he never thinks of me

i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted

i never think of him except on midnights like this

QUESTION...?

i swear that it was something

i don't remember who i was before you

i just may like some explanations

can i ask you a question?

did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

every single one of your friends was making fun of you

then what did you do?

did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

did you wish you'd put up more of a fight

do you wish you could still touch her?

it's just a question

i just may like to have a conversation

what's that that i heard, that you're still with her?

that's nice, i'm sure that's what's suitable

VIGILANTE SHIT

draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them

sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie

they say looks can kill and i might try

lately i've been dressing for revenge

i don't start shit, but i can tell you how it ends

don't get sad, get even

i'm on my vigilante shit again

BEJEWELED

i think I've been a little too kind

putting someone first only works when you're in their top five

i'm going out tonight

do you have a man?

familiarity breeds contempt

don't put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart

i polish up real nice

i think i've been too good of a girl

did all the extra credit then got graded on a curve

i think it's time to teach some lessons

LABYRINTH

‘it only hurts this much right now,’ was what i was thinking the whole time

i'll be getting over you my whole life

uh oh, i'm falling in love

you would break your back to make me break a smile

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back just like that

KARMA

you're talking shit for the hell of it

you wouldn't know what i mean

me and karma vibe like that

don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

ask me what i learned from all those years

ask me what i earned from all those tears

ask me why so many fade but i'm still here

SWEET NOTHING

they said the end is coming

everyone's up to something

i find myself running home to your sweet nothings

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

on the way home i wrote a poem

you should be doing more

to you i can admit hat i'm just too soft for all of it

MASTERMIND

you and i ended up in the same room at the same time

what if i told you none of it was accidental

i laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line

what if i told you i'm a mastermind?

if you fail to plan, you plan to fail

no one wanted to play with me as a little kid

this is the first time i've felt the need to confess

i'm only cryptic and machiavellian 'cause i care

yeah, all you did was smile

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[firstelevens]

and if yes, then for the taylor swift lyrics prompts: sambucky and nr. 13 and 14 (not necessarily combined, more so you can choose which one you like best or do both, i don’t know :)) 🩵✌️ btw I love, LOVE your sambucky f1 au 🫡

This is part of a canon divergence AU that I'm hoping to write more of this coming year. It just fit the spirit of the prompt, if not the letter of it, so I had to throw a little standalone prologue out there. Hopefully you'll see more of this soon!

13. never called it what it was

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

The voice comes from behind Sam, and he mentally congratulates himself for not jumping out of his skin in surprise. He knows that Bucky almost can’t help how quiet his footsteps are, but if Sam keeps getting snuck up on like this, his blood pressure is going to suffer.

“I know,” says Sam, and leaves it at that. He and Bucky have had this conversation a hundred times in the past two days, and the hundred and first is unlikely to be any different. He keeps his eyes on the lake in front of them and changes the subject. “Pretty sure it’s bad luck for us to see each other right now.”

“Pretty sure that only applies to real weddings,” is Bucky’s quiet reply.

Sam doesn’t know how to reply to that, so he doesn’t. He has the stray thought that they should work on the communication thing, maybe. His parents could have whole conversations in a single look across a room, in one touch of the arm. Sarah and Aaron would tie up the phone line for hours when they were first dating, even Sam and Riley had developed a language entirely their own.

In fairness, Sam thinks, those relationships had all had years to grow, and until forty-eight hours ago, Sam had no idea that he was getting married at all, much less to whom.

Privately, he thinks he might have jinxed it. After a five day period in which he’d re-materialized into existence, fended off an apocalypse, attended a funeral, and watched his best friend disappear to live seventy years of life without him, Sam had been certain that nothing could catch him by surprise anymore.

Then a woman in a crisp pantsuit had appeared at the lakeside property where they were hunkering down, carrying stacks of paperwork and photocopies of birth records from a hundred years ago. She’d sat down in a meeting room and reported to them what she’d discovered five years ago, right before being Snapped out of existence: that Bucky might have been from Brooklyn, but he hadn’t been born there, or anywhere else in America, and that the information had been easy enough to find that Ross’s people were sure to locate it as soon as the motion for a pardon was submitted.

It wasn’t hard to make the leap from there. Calling Bucky’s citizenship into question would be silly, but it would be enough of a distraction that Ross could mire the proceedings in bureaucracy and take Bucky back into custody in the interest of public safety. Sam didn’t imagine it would take too long for the paperwork to suddenly get lost after that, and with it would go any notion of Bucky’s freedom.

He remembered watching the Raft rise up out of the ocean for the first time. His whole life, the water had been home to him, but the desolation of that place had warped it somehow. 

That’s what Sam had been thinking of when he wracked his brain for a solution. That’s what he’d been thinking of when he turned to the lawyer and asked, “Well, what if he was married to an American citizen?”

Bucky, who’d spent the entire meeting until now sitting concerningly still, had suddenly whipped around to look at Sam, eyes wide. He’d felt Rhodey’s eyes on him, too, but the lawyer hadn’t blinked. In a few seconds, she’d sketched out a game plan on a legal pad, laying it out on the conference room table alongside all the other options she’d presented.

The first ‘You don’t have to do this’ had come shortly afterwards. Sam’s response had been the same then as it was now.

He feels Bucky come to stand beside him, his left hand resting on the railing a few inches from Sam’s right. The gold threaded through the vibranium sparkles in the sun, and he has the childish urge to trail his fingers over it.

“I’m disappointed,” says Sam, just to stop himself from reaching out. “I would’ve expected Princess Shuri to make a flashy black-tie addition to your arm for the wedding.”

“She added strobe lights, but they only work when it’s dark,” says Bucky, dry as a bone, and it startles a laugh out of Sam.

“At least we know the reception will be fun.”

Bucky hums in what he assumes is agreement. It’s quiet again for a moment, but he can sense Bucky shifting uncomfortably and he knows that there’s more.

“While, um– while we wait for the strobe lights to kick in, she did make us these.”

A crown of flowers suddenly appears in front of Sam, jasmine and jacaranda woven together with some kind of vine. He gingerly takes it from Bucky’s hand.

“Is…is this traditional? For a Wakandan wedding?”

“No,” comes another voice from behind them, and this time Sam does startle, nearly dropping the crown in the process. They both turn to Princess Shuri, dressed for a wedding and grinning cheekily at them both. “They’re not Wakandan tradition, but they are the kind of thing that Americans do when they get married abroad. I thought it might make the wedding pictures more believable.”

Sam laughs and perches the crown on his head. “You really do think of everything.”

Shuri’s mischievous smile softens. “I’m glad you’ve joined us here, Sam Wilson,” she says. “Nobody else appreciates my foresight.”

“Putting a bluetooth speaker in my arm is not foresight, Shuri,” says Bucky. “It’s just the product of a weird dream you had after staying up for forty hours in your lab.”

“It could be both,” protests the princess, laughing, and Sam can’t help but look over at Bucky, tired of sticking to peripheral glances.

He’s got the flower crown on his head, too, purple and white just like Sam’s is. His suit is a deep burgundy to complement Sam’s rust colored brocade, and Sam can only guess that Bucky received a visit similar to the one that Sam got from Ayo this morning. He’d opened the door to his quarters to find her holding a garment bag. She’d offered it to him and told Sam that she would be honored to see him marry James—it had taken Sam a moment to remember that his husband to be wasn’t actually named after a college mascot from Wisconsin—in the reds of her tribe. Sam, who’d spent the morning missing his family something fierce, had almost been too overwhelmed to thank her. 

Now, he can see that it was a two-pronged attack, and while Sam’s suit fits him pretty well, there’s clearly a tailor in Birnin Zana who had all of Bucky’s measurements stashed away on file somewhere, because the way that that jacket sits on his shoulders and hugs his arms could not possibly happen by accident.

When Sam manages to tear his eyes away, he only barely catches the end of Shuri’s sentence.

“...whenever you are,” she’s saying. “But I can stall, if you two want another moment here.”

“I think we’re good,” says Bucky. “How much time does anyone need to get ready for a fake wedding, anyway?”

Shuri tsks at him. “Perhaps you shouldn’t ask that question to someone who knows how long your spent on your hair this morning.”

Bucky makes a face at her, and Sam’s pretty sure that she blows a raspberry in response, but he’s distracted. Something about Bucky’s words feels wrong, even though all he’s doing is telling the truth.

He can’t get all caught up in that now, though. Instead, Sam turns to the princess. “I’m all ready to go, too.”

“Good!” says Shuri, clapping her hands decisively. “I’ll escort you in, Sam, if you will allow me. Bucky will follow shortly with Ayo.”

Sam tells Shuri that he’d be honored to walk with her and offers her his elbow, which she takes. They start to make their way to where the ceremony will take place, but Sam hesitates for a moment, looking back over his shoulder.

Bucky’s name comes out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Bucky’s gaze immediately lands on him.

“Yeah?”

It’s not a fake wedding, Sam wants to tell him. You marry someone because you want them to stay and I think you should be able to stay. That’s not fake; that’s as real as anything else.

But he loses his nerve and just taps the flower crown on his head. “Your crown’s crooked. Just so you know.”

“Oh,” says Bucky. “Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

They look at each other for another beat, and Sam is so sure that Bucky is going to say something, but then he looks away, reaching up to fix his crown, and all Sam can do is let Shuri lead him away.

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TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS

send a 😻 and I’ll generate a number, 1-103, and post a starter using the lyric I got. Change as needed. Generator is here.

"Oh my God, look at that face, you look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?"

"I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed"

"I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey"

"Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I"

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you"

"Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time"

"But we were something, don't you think so?"

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you"

"Because I dropped your hand while dancing"

“You looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. Were you just kidding?”

"We are never ever ever getting back together"

"Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

"Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve them"

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January"

"I know that I'm a handful, baby"

“There's no time for tears–I'm just sitting here planning my revenge.”

“And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress.”

"It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight"

“Just know I'm right here hopin' that you'll come in with the rain”

"No one has to know what we do"

"But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up"

“You should've said "No", you should've gone home.”

"And the saddest fear comes creeping in that you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything."

'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream"

"I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings"

"Stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had"

"You're not my homeland anymore. So what am I defendin' now?"

"I get drunk on jealousy"

“This is the last straw, don't wanna hurt anymore.”

"I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending."

"He's so tall and handsome as hell"

“As far as I'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn!”

"It's miserable and magical"

"We never go out of style"

"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go"

"Please don't have somebody waiting on you"

"I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did"

"Is it cool that I said all that?"

"Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?"

"They say I did something bad then why's it feel so good?"

"Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me"

"You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much"

"I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed"

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me"

"I forgot that you existed"

"And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?"

"It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you"

"I get drunk, but it's not enough"

"They think she did it, but they just can't prove it"

"I underestimated just who I was dealing with"

"Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?"

"Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems"

"I didn't know if you'd care if I came back"

"Don't say "Yes", run away now"

"I knew you were trouble when you walked in"

"There is nothing I do better than revenge"

"So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames"

"Who could ever leave me, darling?"

“But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.”

"All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you"

"This is the last time I'm asking you why"

"You left me no choice but to stay here forever"

"And if my wishes came true. It would've been you."

“Was it worth it? Was she worth this?”

"He's so bad, but he does it so well"

"Did you think we'd be fine? Still got scars on my back from your knife"

"But I've learned a lesson that stressin' and obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun"

"If you got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her"

"Never imagined we'd end like this"

“I'm on my guard for the rest of the world. But with you I know it's no good.”

"Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around"

"I don't like your little games"

"I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you"

"Come on, come on, don't leave me like this"

"Don't blame me. Love made me crazy"

“I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.”

“This is why we can't have nice things, darling.”

“I don't want you like a best friend.”

“You gotta leave before you get left.”

“Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted.”

“You are the best thing that's ever been mine.”

“We're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time.”

"I hate that stupid old pickup truck—You never let me drive."

“I never thought we'd have a last kiss.”

“Did I say something way too honest?”

“So, why can't you see–you belong with me.”

“You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else.”

“You never gave a warning sign.”

“You don't have to call anymore. I won't pick up the phone.”

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

“We always walked a very thin line.”

“I was there when you said ‘forever and always’ “

“Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.”

“I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.”

“But I know you wish it was me. You wish it was me. Don't you?”

“Please don't be in love with someone else.”

“I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door.”

“I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.”

“I could go back to every laugh. But I don't wanna go there anymore.”

“I know I never think before I jump.”

“A friend to all is a friend to none.”

“I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined.”

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