#taylor swift writing prompts

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Taylor Swift Lyric Prompts

“And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends.”

“Here’s a toast to my real friends.”

“The devils in the details, but you got a friend in me.”

“I had the best day with you today.”

“Oh darlin’, don’t you ever grow up.”

“Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window.”

“And I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore.”

“I wish you knew that, I’ll never forget you as long as I live.”

“Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind.”

“I never heard silence quite this loud.”

“You saw me start to believe for the first time.”

“I think about summer, all those beautiful times.”

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

“I won’t let nobody hurt you.”

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

“Maybe, someday, when we’re older, this is something we’ll laugh about.”

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

“Don’t you dream impossible things?”

“And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid.”

“Can we always be this close?”

“I know that I’m a handful.”

“And I would’ve stuck around for ya, would’ve fought the whole town.”

“But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?”

“It’s nice to have a friend.”

“At every table, I’ll save you a seat.”

“Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”

“This is how the world works, you have to leave before you get left.”

“For you, I would cross the line.”

“Nobody’s heard from me for months, I’m doing better than I ever was.”

“Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.”

“They might be bigger, but we’re faster and never scared.”

“And you might think I’m bulletproof, but I’m not.”

“And you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town.”

“Don’t you ever change.”

“I didn’t choose this town, I dream of getting out.”

“You’re on your own kid. You always have been.”

“It came like a postcard. Picture perfect shiny family. Holiday peppermint candy.”

“By the way, I’m going out tonight.”

“You’re in the kitchen humming.”

“Did you see the photos?”

“You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.”

“Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?”

[skateordiebitch]

I know you might or not might see this but can you do angst with Dom x reader likes the song enchanted by Taylor swift, where reader has been in love with Dom and everyone in there friend group knows expect him.

I don’t know, if you wanted to end them getting together or that reader finally moves on from him, where she’s brings the guy she been seeing to the friend group introducing him. You could choose or you want to end it a different way I’m okay with that.

ENCHANTED || D.F. x reader

'this night is flawless, don't you let it go i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone i'll spend forever wondering if you knew i was enchanted to meet you'

summary:

“Every time you smiled at him, every time he held you in his arms… it felt like someone was ripping me apart. And I hate it. I hate him. Not because of anything he did, but because he gets to have you in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.”

you have been in love with dominic for years, yet he has no clue. but, the truth hits him hard when he sees you with someone else.

a/n: good lord this song makes me cry. like it has so many memories attached to it LMFAO. literally this song reminds me of all my old friends and exes... YIKES. but, nonetheless, i love myself some good angst and that is definitely this story! it's serving desperate and sappy dominic. bro is experiencing emotions frl. i'm really proud of this one!!!! anyways enjoy!!! ahhhh!!!!!! <33

You’d loved Dominic for years.

Not in the fireworks-and-grand-gestures kind of way, but in the quiet, soul-deep moments that snuck up on you and stayed. It was the kind of love that grew slowly, like ivy creeping over the walls of your heart, until it covered everything.

It was in the way he’d sit next to you on his couch during movie nights, always leaving just enough space for you to stretch your legs across his lap. It was in the laugh that erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, whenever you said something even remotely funny, and the way his entire face lit up when he did. 

It was in the little things he remembered—the way you took your coffee (two sugar, a splash of oat milk), the playlist you always had on repeat, the fact that the sound of chewing drove you absolutely insane.

The kind of love where everything he did—his stupid puns, the way he’d ruffle your hair just to irritate you, the way he’d text you randomly just to say something ridiculous—became a permanent fixture in your mind. It etched itself onto your heart like a tattoo you’d never chosen but couldn’t imagine living without.

It was woven into the fabric of your friendship, thread by thread, until it became a part of you so intrinsic that you didn’t know where he ended and you began.

And everyone in your friend group knew. 

They knew from the way your eyes always darted to the door whenever he walked in, lighting up the second you saw him. 

From the way your laugh was a little louder, your smile a little brighter, whenever he was around. They teased you endlessly, whispering Dominic’s name in sing-song voices and nudging you whenever he so much as looked in your direction.

The problem? Dominic didn’t know.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him—subtly, at first. You wore the necklace he’d given you for your birthday nearly every day, a constant reminder of how much he meant to you. 

You laughed a little too hard at his terrible jokes, no matter how bad they were, and you always made excuses to hang out with him—helping him move, joining him on errands, staying up late to listen to him rant about his day.

But Dominic? He was oblivious. Utterly, maddeningly clueless. 

For someone who was so quick to pick up on everyone else’s emotions, he was blind when it came to you. 

Not once had he seemed to notice the way your breath hitched when he hugged you, or how your gaze lingered on him just a little too long.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit. 

Every unspoken feeling sat heavy in your chest, pressing against your ribs like a secret you weren’t sure you wanted to keep anymore. 

Sometimes, late at night, you’d let yourself wonder—what would it take for him to see you? Not as his best friend, his confidant, his go-to for advice, but as someone who loved him so completely it terrified you.

But no matter how much you hoped, you couldn’t make him see. 

And with every moment that passed, the fear grew louder in your mind: that he never would.

When Ryan came into your life, it felt like a lifeline, a much-needed opportunity to breathe again. 

You met him at a local bookstore one rainy afternoon. You’d been browsing the shelves for something new to read, trying to distract yourself from the ever-present ache in your chest—Dominic. 

Your fingers had just landed on the spine of a novel when another hand brushed yours.

“Oh, sorry!” you’d both said at the same time, pulling back with awkward smiles.

Ryan had laughed first, the sound warm and disarming. “Looks like we’ve got similar taste. That’s a great book, by the way.”

Something about his easy demeanor and genuine smile drew you in. He didn’t look at you like you were carrying the weight of unspoken feelings or hiding a heart that had been quietly breaking for years. He saw you, simply, without complication.

From that moment, conversations with Ryan came naturally. He was sweet and attentive, always listening when you spoke, always showing up in small, thoughtful ways. 

He also remembered the way you took your coffee, text you funny memes when he knew you were having a rough day, and even surprise you with your favorite snacks when he visited.

It felt like a balm to your bruised heart. 

Being around Ryan didn’t come with the endless cycle of yearning and disappointment that came with Dominic. 

With Ryan, there were no stolen glances you hoped he’d notice, no nights spent overanalyzing every word, wondering if he’d finally understood how you felt. Ryan’s affection was clear and uncomplicated—no guessing games, no pain.

When he asked you out after a few weeks of casual meetups, you hesitated at first. Not because you didn’t like him—you did. 

But a small, stubborn part of you still clung to Dominic, still whispered, What if he realizes he loves you back?

But how long could you keep waiting for something that might never happen? How much more could you take of loving someone who couldn’t see you the way you saw them?

So, when Ryan asked, you said yes. Maybe it was time to stop chasing an impossible dream and focus on someone who wanted you, who made their feelings clear.

Dating Ryan was easy, like slipping into a routine that fit. He’d call just to hear your voice, plan dates that felt tailored to your interests, and never left you doubting how he felt. 

You’d go to the movies, share quiet dinners, and laugh over inside jokes that only the two of you understood. He made an effort to learn about you—the way you secretly loved cheesy holiday movies, how you always ordered the same thing at your favorite diner but liked to pretend you were considering something new.

For a while, you thought this might be what moving on felt like. Comfortable. Simple.

And yet, there were moments—small, fleeting moments—when you’d catch yourself thinking about Dominic. 

It wasn’t fair to Ryan, you knew that. 

But sometimes, when Ryan laughed, it wasn’t quite the same as Dominic’s laugh, the one that made your heart skip. 

And sometimes, when he held your hand, it wasn’t quite as grounding as the way Dominic’s shoulder had felt pressed against yours during late-night talks.

Still, you told yourself that this was what you needed: a fresh start, a clean slate, a chance to let go of a love that had only ever hurt.

So, you gave it a shot, and brought Ryan into your friend group one evening.

The first time Dominic saw him, something shifted. 

Dominic was unusually quiet, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with something you couldn’t quite place. He barely looked at you, and when he did, his gaze lingered just a second too long, his jaw tight.

When Ryan cracked a joke and made you laugh, Dominic’s jaw tightened. When Ryan casually draped an arm around your shoulder, Dominic’s lips pressed into a thin line.

That night, Sarah pulled you aside with a knowing look. “So… does Dom know about Ryan?”

“There’s nothing to know,” you replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure. And the way he’s glaring daggers at Ryan right now? Totally normal behavior for a best friend.”

You glanced across the room, catching Dominic looking your way before he quickly averted his eyes.

“He’s just being protective. It’s not that deep. It never was,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as Sarah.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that,” Sarah said, smirking.

By the third time you brought Ryan around, Dominic’s jealousy was like a storm cloud hovering over every interaction, impossible to ignore. 

It wasn’t just the biting sarcasm—though his sharp, offhand remarks had become an almost constant presence—or the subtle digs he let slip whenever Ryan spoke, disguised as humor but cutting just a little too deep.

It was in the way he carried himself, his entire demeanor shifting whenever Ryan was near. 

Dominic, usually so laid-back and effortlessly charming, grew stiff and tense. 

He’d find reasons to disappear into the corners of the room, pretending to scroll through his phone or busy himself with a drink, but his eyes always betrayed him. 

They’d flicker over to you and Ryan, the look in them almost unreadable—frustration? Hurt? Something darker? Whatever it was, it made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just jealousy; it was possession disguised as indifference, pain buried under anger.

The tension between the three of you was unbearable, the kind of thing that hung in the air and made every conversation feel stilted. Dominic’s comments became sharper, his jabs less subtle.

“Yo, Ryan,” he said one night, interrupting a lighthearted story your boyfriend was telling about a work trip. “Tell us again about that thing you do—what was it? Selling insurance or whatever?”

Ryan laughed awkwardly, clearly taken aback. “It’s not insurance—it’s consulting.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the arm of the couch, drink in hand. “Right, right. Consulting. Super thrilling stuff, huh?”

You shot Dominic a glare, your jaw tightening. “Dom, knock it off.”

“What?” he said, all mock innocence, though there was an edge to his voice. “I’m just trying to keep up. Don’t want to miss the riveting tales of middle management.”

Ryan shrugged, clearly uncomfortable but trying to stay polite. “Not everyone can be a rockstar, man.”

Dominic’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Nope, I guess not.”

The moment passed, but the damage was done. Ryan excused himself to the kitchen, and you followed shortly after, seething. 

When you finally caught Dominic alone later, the frustration boiled over.

He was standing by the counter, silently fuming as he glared at a can of soda like it had personally insulted him. His jaw was clenched so tightly, you were sure it was painful.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, what the hell is your deal?” you asked, crossing your arms, your voice more brittle than you intended.

Dominic didn’t even look at you, his hand still frozen over the can. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been acting weird,” you shot back, your patience wearing thin. “Ever since I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic scoffed, the sound bitter. He finally looked up, meeting your gaze with an edge to his eyes. “Weird? I’m not the one dragging my boyfriend to every fucking hangout, am I?”

The words hit you like a slap. You felt your stomach twist, a wave of heat rising to your cheeks, but you couldn’t back down now. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned his back on you, the movement sharp and dismissive. “Forget it,” he muttered, voice low and tight.

“No,” you said, stepping closer, your breath catching. “I’m not letting this go. Why do you care so much?”

Dominic froze, his body tense, shoulders stiff as though you had touched a raw nerve. He didn’t look at you right away, as though he was debating whether or not to say it. 

When he did speak, his voice was quieter, almost too soft for how much it cut through the space between you.

“I just…” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t trust him, okay? The dude’s a fucking loser.”

The words pierced you, more than you expected. You took a step back, but the ache in your chest didn’t go away. “That’s not your call to make, Dominic. You’re just being a dick for no reason.”

Dominic’s eyes flashed then—dark, almost desperate as he turned to face you. “Maybe it’s not, but it’s hard to watch you settle for someone who doesn’t even know you. Doesn’t know you hate rom-coms or that you cry every time you hear ‘Here Comes the Sun.’” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, but he quickly masked it with a frustrated shake of his head. “He doesn’t know shit about you. He doesn’t know he spilled his drink on your favorite sweater— He fucking chews with his mouth open. You hate that. I don’t know how you can be with someone like him.”

You blinked, thrown off guard by the weight of his confession. Your breath caught in your throat. “Dominic…”

But he cut you off before you could say anything else, his words sharp with frustration. “Just… forget it. Whatever,” he snapped, pushing past you to exit the kitchen, leaving a lingering silence in his wake.

You stood there, frozen, heart hammering in your chest, everything he had said hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. 

You were torn—staring after him, desperately wanting to chase him down, to ask him what the hell all of this meant, but a part of you feared that if you asked, the answer would break you even more than the silence already had.

Maybe you had been pretending, too. 

Pretending you didn’t feel the weight of his words. 

Pretending you didn’t feel like the whole damn world was shifting under your feet as Dominic kept slipping further out of your reach.

You didn’t know what to do anymore.

But one thing was certain—you couldn’t keep pretending either. Not when Dominic’s jealousy, his care for you, was so raw, so real.

And with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, confused and frustrated.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home, you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as Dominic’s words echoed in your mind.

"You deserve someone who knows you."

You’d heard those words before, maybe not in that exact phrasing, but the sentiment was familiar. 

Friends, family—even your own thoughts at times—had gently hinted that you deserved more than what you were settling for. 

But hearing it from Dominic, the one person you’d quietly longed for, struck a different chord entirely.

Did he really care about you like that? Or was this just Dominic being his usual overprotective self, always swooping in to play the knight when he thought you needed saving?

Your thoughts drifted to Ryan, the guy who had walked into your life like a breath of fresh air. Ryan was... easy. He made sense. He was sweet, kind, and always seemed to know the right thing to say. 

He didn’t keep you guessing or leave you wondering where you stood.

With Ryan, everything was surface-level simple—polite dates, casual laughs, and the kind of affection that felt like wearing a sweater on a chilly day. Comfortable. Familiar. 

But sometimes, it felt like he was reading from a script, saying the right things because they were expected, not because they carried weight.

And then there was Dominic.

Dominic was chaos wrapped in charm. With him, nothing was simple. He could make you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe, and he could infuriate you in the same breath. He wasn’t predictable or easy to pin down, but he felt more. Every word, every look, every touch carried an unspoken intensity.

Where Ryan gave you a steady, quiet affection, Dominic made you feel like the world was alive, like you were alive. And yet, being with him wasn’t easy—it never had been. 

Dominic didn’t offer you the calm waters Ryan did; he was a storm, wild and untamed, pulling you under with every wave of emotion.

The difference wasn’t lost on you. Ryan loved the idea of you—the girl who smiled politely, laughed at his jokes, and looked good in a photo together. 

But Dominic? 

He loved the parts of you no one else paid attention to, the parts you didn’t even realize someone could love.

He knew you hated the smell of Bath and Body Works candles, no matter how trendy they were. He knew you always left the last sip of coffee in your mug because you couldn’t stand the cold, bitter dregs. He knew you cried when you watched the sunrise, not because it was beautiful, but because it reminded you of things you’d lost.

Ryan didn’t know those things, and you weren’t sure he ever would.

Turning over, you clutched your pillow tighter, frustration bubbling in your chest. Why did Dominic have to say that? Why couldn’t he just let you be happy? 

You had spent years chasing after him, dropping hints he never noticed, loving him in silence while he dated other people, oblivious to what was right in front of him.

And now, just when you were finally trying to let go, to move on, he had to say things like that—things that cracked your resolve and left you wondering.

You closed your eyes, but all you could see was Dominic, standing in the kitchen, the look in his eyes when he said, "You deserve better."

What did he mean by that? Did he mean better than Ryan? Or better than him? Did he even realize how much his words had shaken you, how they’d made you question everything?

You didn’t have answers, but one thing was clear: no matter how hard you tried, moving on from Dominic wasn’t going to be as simple as you’d hoped.

2 AM, who do you love?

The question kept you awake, and the answer made your heart ache.

The knock on your door the next day startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone, least of all Dominic, who stood on your doorstep looking like he hadn’t slept.

“Hey,” he said, his voice rough.

“Hey,” you replied cautiously.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside.

He hesitated, glancing at the floor before meeting your eyes. “I need to say something. And I need you to let me finish, okay?”

“Okay…” you said, your heart pounding.

He took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I like you. No, scratch that. I’m in love with you.”

Dominic's words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. Words couldn’t even begin to form in your mouth. All you could do was just stand there, and pray that he starts talking again.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” he repeated, his voice cracking just slightly. “And I know—I know I’m an idiot for not saying anything sooner. I’ve probably ruined everything by waiting, but I couldn’t—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t lose you. I can’t lose you… Not like this.”

You stood frozen, your mind struggling to catch up with his confession. “Dom…”

He shook his head, stepping forward but not too close. “Please, just let me finish. I’ve been so scared that if I told you, and you didn’t feel the same, I’d lose you as my best friend. And then I saw Ryan, and it hit me—I was already losing you.”

It almost seemed as if he was tearing up— His eyes, welling with tears, but refusing to let them fall. 

“Every time you smiled at him, every time he held you in his arms… it felt like someone was ripping me apart. And I hate it. I hate him. Not because of anything he did, but because he gets to have you in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.”

Your throat tightened, tears welling in your eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I’m a coward,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because I didn’t want to mess up what we have. But now, I don’t give a fuck. I have nothing to lose, and I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t drive me insane seeing you with someone else. I love you, Y/N. I always have.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, his words echoing in your mind. This was Dominic—your Dominic. 

The one you had loved for as long as you could remember. 

And he loved you too.

“You’re not a coward, Dominic,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His brow furrowed, his gaze searching yours. “What?”

“You’re not a coward…” you repeated, stepping closer. “I’ve been in love with you too, Dom. For years.”

His eyes widened, the weight of your confession visibly hitting him. “You… what?”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your cheeks. 

“Everyone knew, except for you. I’ve been dropping hints forever… And you never got the memo. I thought you didn’t feel the same, so I gave up trying. I tried so hard, it was eating me alive. That’s why I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic blinked, stunned. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, you idiot,” you said. “Why do you think I wear this necklace every day? Why I always made excuses to see you? Why I always wear the perfume you told me you loved?”

Dominic’s face softened, a sheer look of something between relief and sadness. ““I feel so stupid. I’m sorry, I never realized.”

You shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, anymore. Now, you know.”

The tension in his shoulders melted, and a soft smile forming on his lips. “So, all this time… we were both just too scared to say anything?”

“Basically,” you said, grinning too.

He let out a breath, stepping even closer until you could feel the warmth of him. “I can’t believe this.”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You’re kind of slow, you know that?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling for the first time in what felt like days. “Yeah, well, you’re kind of impossible to read.”

Before you could respond, he reached up, cupping your face gently. “Tell me this is real,” he whispered. “Tell me this, us, is real.”

“It’s real, Dom,” you said, your voice soft but certain.

And then his lips were on yours, tentative at first, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. But when you kissed him back, all the hesitation disappeared. 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and it felt like every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of yearning was pouring out in that kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Dominic rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you like he was afraid to let go.

“So, what happens now?” he asked, his voice low and a little uncertain.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I  don’t know. I have no clue. But, I guess we figure it out. Together.”

A grin spread across his face, wide and boyish. “I like the sound of that.”

And for the first time in years, you felt like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.

[promptsbytaurie]

Hello! Can you please please please do some 'sunshine x midnight rain' character prompts plss. <3

of course!!

sunshine x midnight rain prompts

sunshine:

always uses affectionate names, anything from classics like 'sweetie' or 'love' to more... out-there ones like 'peanut butter' and 'oat muffin'

types in lowercase and uses so !!! many !!!! exclamation points !!!!! -> also uses emoticons :) :] >:] <3

shows their emotions outwardly! they always make it very clear how they're feeling

ridiculous sense of humor—they'll just say the silliest, goofiest thing to try and make someone laugh

love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch! -> they're very clingy but they also do a lot of casual touch -> like interlocking arms or leaning on shoulders

they like colors that go well together! their fashion sense leans towards cottage core

they have many many pinterest boards for anything that catches their fancy!! -> they love organizing things

can NOT sit still for long periods of time! they like to run and climb and jump and generally just move their body

midnight rain:

sarcastic sense of humor

driven, ambitious

doesn't really use sweet talk, their love languages are quality time and physical touch -> they are SO clingy

they don't really talk about their emotions often—they write a lot and they have a journal where they just write how they're feeling at the moment or how their day was

totally 100% the mom friend

they're pretty messy and not the biggest fan of organization -> they'd rather spend time drawing or reading or writing

big fan of meditation!

sunshine x midnight rain:

sunshine loving midnight rain not 'despite' their somewhat gloomy outlook but because of it

sunshine loves when they make dark, sarcastic jokes

midnight rain thinks that sunshine's enthusiasm for life is infectious

they have picnics together! midnight rain is a very good baker and they love to lay in the grass together and look at the clouds

sometimes they lay in bed together and midnight rains spends hours describing their dreams for their future

they go on lunch dates!! sunshine usually gets a sandwich and salad, midnight rain usually gets a sandwich and soup -> they usually agree on a drink to share -> BUT sometimes sunshine just REALLY wants a fanta -> and midnight rain just wants sprite or lemonade

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

SWIFTIE SLEEPOVER SATURDAY

Day 18, June 14th, 2025

Welcome, welcome to the eighteenth weekend of Swiftie Sleepover Saturday! and HAPPY PRIDE!

Hello all! My name is Jen, and I've been a Swiftie since 2008. I wanted to organize a fun, weekly sleepover event where we can have fun discussions, analyze lyrics, post beautiful edits, take polls, and connect with each other in so many other ways through our love of Taylor and her works of art! Each week will have a new theme or discussion prompt, please post all contributions with:

#Swiftie Sleepover Saturday

It's nice to have a friend! This week we are celebrating the friendships we have been blessed to make here and throughout our time as Swifties because of our shared love for Taylor and her work. I challenge you to do something nice for a friend/mutual here on tumblr, whether you make them something, write a post about them, send them some asks, anything that spreads kindness to those you love. Don't overthink it, just remember the people you care about and how much you love making them smile and feel good!

You can feel free to make edits, gifs, playlists related to the prompt, posts about your friend(s), poetry/fanfiction.. Anything is welcome as long as it is kind and you show respect for others and their opinions. This event goes until the next Swiftie Sleepover Saturday next weekend! Please reblog to spread the fun!

[miakate-writes]

Denial prompts!

friends to lovers denial prompts 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

“whether i’m gonna be your wife or gonna smash up your bike i haven’t decided yet” જ⁀➴ ♡

[a/n: denial is a river in egypt, guys. turned this into a friends to lovers thing, hope that’s ok 💌]

a does NOT like b

b does NOT like a

but when a where’s a cute outfit b doesn’t stop staring the whole day

and when b runs their hand through their hair a can’t seem to look away

both of them have dreams about each other, stupid dreams that definitely have meanings neither of them want to unpack

they are so so clearly in denial that it’s actually painful to watch

c practically begs b to just confess to a

but whenever anyone mentions this “crush” to them they turn into a red, blabbering mess

[lyralit]

writing prompts from ttpd quotes

took a miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary

but I've seen this episode and still loved the show

this ain't the chelsea hotel, we're modern idiots

left all these broken parts // told me I'm better off // but I'm not

down bad, waking up in blood // staring at the sky, come back and pick me up

& I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

I learned these people try and save you // 'cause they hate you

scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer

at the park where we used to sit on childrens' swings // wearing imaginary rings

barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine // well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time

love left me like this and I don't want to exist // so take me to Florida

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

I was tame, I was gentle, til the circus life made me mean // don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth

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

he had a halo of the highest grade // he just hadn't met me yet

dancing phantoms on the terrace // are they second-hand embarrassed // that I can't get out of bed? // 'cause something counterfeit's dead

our field of dreams, engulfed in fire // your arson's match, your somber eyes

you're the loss of my life

breaking down, I hit the floor // all the pieces of me shattering as the crowd was chanting "more!"

'cause once your queen had come // you treat her like an also-ran // you didn't measure up // in any measure of a man

he jokes that it's heroin, but this time with an "e"

it's hell...on...earth...to...be...heeeaaveeenlyyyy

you've got edge, she never did // the future's bright....dazzling

[iluvpopgirls]

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who i write for is listed below the links under ‘my works’, but feel free to request someone else as well and i might give it a try!!

smut prompts

fluff prompts

my works ♡

sabrina carpenter:

headcanons

passenger princess (fluff)

rain, rain, go away (fluff)

gracie abrams:

headcanons

olivia rodrigo:

headcanons

billie eilish:

ariana grande:

so sweet (smut)

taylor swift:

note: i’ve gotten a lot of requests, i’m working on them rn and you can expect them soon!! ♡

anons:

🐚 🥥☕️🪼

[d3adgayw1zardwr1t3r]

@taylorswiftmicrofic Prompt 16 - Fate || Marauders, Jegulus

Word count: 387

It had to have been fate.

Atleast, that's what young Harry thought, growing up, hearing his parents’ stories.

James Potter had been in love with Lily Evans. Lily Evans hadn't been in love at all for a while, then gently fell for James Potter, too.

Regulus Black watched it from the sidelines, all too familiar with the plot.

Young lovers would fall, get together, and stay for their happily ever after. Everytime.

Except this one.

Regulus had stayed in their lives, finally leaving behind his family at 18, and seeking solace through Sirius, who gladly took him in.

So Regulus was always around during their late teens and early twenties.

He watched Lily and James fall into patterns of not lovers, but best friends.

Lily saw what book Regulus was reading one day, she had read it too, and they developed a bond after that.

That friendship brought him to James. James brought back that stupid childhood crush Regulus though he'd gotten over.

Harry knew it was fate. He knew it had to be, because everything had worked out so beautifully.

James started crushing on Regulus, and Lily was aware as soon as James realized, because he told her immediately.

They decided to reevaluate their relationship, even though Lily was already three months pregnant.

Romance changed to platonic, the two still living together until an undecided time after the baby was born. James insisted he must help Lily throughout her pregnancy, not because she “needed no mans”, but because she deserved to be a queen.

Harry knew it was fate. It had to have been, for him to be surrounded by so much love, for his parents and uncles to have survived a war, that of which no one will talk to him about.

It was fate, that he had Dad, Papa, and Mama. It was fate that he had Uncle Pete, Uncle Pads, and Uncle Moony.

It was fate that his Dad taught him mischief (along with his uncles). That his Papa taught him to be well-read. That his Mama helped him when he grew into his first crush at 14, and told him she'd seen the same thing two decades ago.

Everything fit into place. Everyone fit with each other. It wasn't typical, it wasn't always perfect, but it was his, and he was happy. That's fate.

[taylorswiftmicrofic]

May prompts inspired by song titles Rules & FAQs

[leclercinvegas]

FEARLESS - instagram au

who: mick schumacher x vettle!reader

author's note: tbh he is the whole reason i'm starting this series. tbh idk what era mick is in for this imagine, but just go with it. also some of my fav other people are in this cause i thought it would have been cute. pretend the last pic is mick instead of pierre

summary: everyone can see the spark between the childhood best friends.

warnings: none

mickschumacher posted!

liked by ynvettle, kevinmagnussen, and 273,466 others

mickschumacher: being home means angie playtime

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user1: awww his dog is so cute!

user2: i want to steal her

ynvettle: please tell angie i miss her so much.

mickschumacher: you were here literally 15 minutes ago

ynvettle: your point? im coming over again.

ynvettle posted!

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ynvettle: cause she doesn't get your humor like i do

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landonorris: you got a dog, any reason why?

user3: shes literally so gorgeous

yourbestfriend: you're my dorothea

mickschumacher: where are my photo credits for 3 of these pictures.

ynvettle: up my butt

mickschumacher: very mature yn

ynvettle: why thank you mr schumacher

jackhughes: come back to the lake house

ynvettle: ill be there in 2 weeks dont worry and im bringing a friend if thats okay

jackhughes: most definitely, the more the merrier

user4: jack and mick meetup? are my worlds colliding?

trevorzegras: you better visit soon

ynvettle: well if you're at the lake house ill see you then you silly goose

jamie.drysdale: i miss you y/n

ynvettle: i miss you more jamjam

user5: since when has y/n known all these hockey players?

mickschumacher posted!

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mickschumacher: made some new friends and new memories too

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jackhughes: please come back next summer

mickschumacher: @ynvettle look i made a good impression! i would love to come back!

ynvettle: i figured you would make a good impression. i dont know why you were so worried

user7: oh my god. lake house. mick and y/n. with y/n's friends. things are happening. idk what things are but they're happening

ynvettle: i had the time of my life with you. im so glad you got to meet everyone :)

user8: please tell me thats y/n in the firework picture. please.

sebastianvettle: staying safe i hope

mercedesamgf1: hope you're having fun mick!

trevorzegras: come back mick mouse please.

yourbestfriend: hm interesting choice of pictures mick

ynvettle added to their story!

ynvettle: wild hockey boys at candian gp

ynvettle posted!

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ynvettle: come feel this magic i've been feeling since i met you, can't help it if there's no one else <3

comments are restricted

mickschumacher: its been years in the making

jackhughes: oh my god finally.

sebastainvettle: i knew this was going to happen at some point. @mickschumacher treat her well.

trevorzegras: please tell me mick mouse asked you and you didnt ask him

ynvettle: thats a secret that ill never tell

jamie.drysdale: i miss you again

ynvettle: ill come back soon or you could always come here jamjam

yourbestfriend: your friends to lovers dream has come true

mickschumacher: what??

ynvettle: why did you have to say that.

[cruelsummerwhump]

oh, hi! introducing to you-

Cruel Summer: A Taylor Swift Themed Whump Event

FAQ

Q: hey mari what the heck A: So a little while ago I put an interest check on my blog @tdaywasamaritale to see who would be interested in a Taylor Swift whump event based on lyric prompts. By a slim margin the answer was yes, so I decided to go through with it!

Q: So what is this, exactly? A: Cruel Summer is a whump event just like any other whump event, the only difference being the theme. Each day, there’s a lyric prompt to write from (with some trope examples to help), as well as a couple alternatives you can choose from if a day’s prompt doesn’t suit you.

Q: I’m a writer, but what’s whump? A: Whump (like the sound) refers to writing where Bad Stuff Happens. Captivity, torture, experimentation, emotional distress, all of that falls under the big ol’ whump umbrella.

Q: When is Cruel Summer? A: The event takes place during the month of June. There are 30 main prompts in total for each day, and 7 alternative prompts. So, for example, June 1 is Day 1, June 2 is Day 2, and so on and so forth.

Q: Do we have to pick one of the trope examples for each lyric? A: No! Those are just in case you get stuck. The only thing guiding you is the lyric of the day. Interpret that however you like!

Q: How do I join? A: You don’t have to sign up, per se, just mark your calendar and get ready to write.

Q: Then how do I participate? A: Every day of the event, this account will post the prompt of the day (WITH A TAGLIST THAT YOU CAN BE ADDED TO! JUST ASK IN THE COMMENTS OF ANY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT!), and all you have to do to submit your entry is tag @cruelsummerwhump in your post! You’ll be reblogged from there!

Q: I don’t get it- who are we writing whump about?? Taylor??? A: Nope. You can write about anyone you like (EXCEPT irl people or celebrities). This includes characters from fandom or original characters. Someone else’s original characters, even! Crossovers? You bet!

Q: Help! I saw this mid-event and want to join! Is it too late? A: Not at all! Do as many prompts as you can! No catch-up necessary either, and if you want to go back and do a prompt you missed, feel free!

Q: But what if I wasn’t late and I just don’t want to do all of the prompts? A: No obligation whatsoever. If you miss a day or skip on purpose, that’s alright! The only rule is that you just can’t skip ahead!

i’ll update this section as asks start rolling in

PROMPT LIST

Day 1: Renegade

“I tapped on your window on your darkest night; the shape of you was jagged and weak. There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway.” Trope example: fever care

Day 2: Dear Reader

“Dear reader, if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one. Dear reader, get out your map, pick somewhere and just run.” Trope examples: escape, running away

Day 3: Haunted

“Come on, come on, don’t leave me like this! I thought I had you figured out!” Trope examples: betrayal, death

Day 4: Out of the Woods

“Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? Twenty stitches in a hospital room. When you started crying, baby, I did too, but when the sun came up, I was looking at you.” Trope examples: hospitals, surgery, tandem injuries

Day 5: Nothing New

“I’ve had too much to drink tonight, and I know it’s sad, but this is what I think about, and I wake up in the middle of the night, it’s like I can feel time moving.” Trope examples: drugging, alcohol poisoning

Day 6: Castles Crumbling

“Power went to my head, and I couldn’t stop. Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off, and here I sit alone, behind walls of regret.” Trope examples: losing control, magical manipulation, cursed artifacts, corruption

Day 7: I Did Something Bad

“They’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one. They’ve got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons.” Trope examples: magic misuse, false capture, torture

Day 8: Last Kiss

“I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.” Trope examples: amnesia, brainwashing

Day 9: this is me trying

“Pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could’ve followed my fears all the way down, and maybe I don’t quite know what to say, but I’m here in your doorway.” Trope example: showing up to the door injured

Day 10: Anti-Hero

“I’m a monster on a hill, too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards your favorite city, pierced through the heart but never killed.” Trope examples: monster whump, experimentation

Day 11: The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

“Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?” Trope examples: betrayal, carewhumper

Day 12: Guilty as Sin?

“If long suffering propriety is what they want from me, they don’t know how you’ve haunted me so stunningly.” Trope examples: stockholm syndrome, loss of a loved one

Day 13: ‘tis the damn season

“There’s an ache in you put there by the ache in me, but if it’s all the same to you, it’s the same to me.” Trope examples: aftermath of betrayal, whumper turned into caretaker, carewhumper

Day 14: Getaway Car

“Well, he was running after us, I was screaming ‘go, go, go!’” Trope examples: escape, jailbreak

Day 15: Sparks Fly

“Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain.” Trope examples: brainwashing, drugging, fever

Day 16: I Hate It Here

“Now I seem to be scared to go outside, if comfort is a construct, I don’t believe in good luck now that I know what’s what.” Trope examples: scared animal whumpee, aftermath of experimentation or torture, shaky recovery

Day 17: Down Bad

“Did you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust just to do experiments on, tell me I was the chosen one, show me that this world is bigger than us - then sent me back where I came from?” Trope examples: sci-fi, alien abduction, experimentation, stockholm syndrome

Day 18: So Long, London

“My spine split from carrying us up the hill, wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill.” Trope examples: fever, escape

Day 19: All Too Well

“Check the pulse and come back swearing it’s the same after three months in the grave, and then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you, but all I felt was shame, and you held my lifeless frame.” Trope examples: near-death, death

Day 20: ivy

“Crescent moon, coast is clear, spring breaks loose, but so does fear. He’s gonna burn this house to the ground.” Trope examples: stockholm syndrome, escape, carewhumper, arson

Day 21: Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

“I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.” Trope examples: psych ward, asylum, experimentation, labs

Day 22: Midnight Rain

“He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain.” Trope examples: whumper x whumpee

Day 23: You’re Losing Me

“We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won’t.” Trope examples: sickness, lethal illness

Day 24: Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

“You needed me, but you needed drugs more, and I couldn’t watch it happen.” Trope examples: drugging

Day 25: So It Goes…

“Cut me into pieces. Gold cage, hostage to my feelings, back against the wall.” Trope examples: gilded cage, dolled up whumpee, pet whump

Day 26: exile

“I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending. You’re not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending?” Trope examples: recovery, conditioned whumpee

Day 27: cardigan

“You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding.” Trope examples: carewhumper, caretaker turned into whumper, betrayal by fellow whumpee

Day 28: The Prophecy

“A greater woman stays cool, but I howl like a wolf at the moon, and I sound unstable, gathered with a coven around a sorceress’ table.” Trope examples: witchcraft, monster whump, corruption

Day 29: Bad Blood

“Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes.” Trope examples: gunshot wounds, unsafe medical care

Day 30: Cruel Summer

“Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true.” Trope examples: hiding injury

ALT PROMPTS

You’re On Your Own, Kid

“I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this.” Trope examples: overtraining, willing experimentation

Sweet Nothing

“They say the end is coming, everyone’s up to something. I find myself running to your sweet nothing.” Trope examples: hypnosis, brainwashing, mind-numbing, drugging

Call It What You Want

“My castle crumbled overnight, I brought a knife to a gunfight.” Trope examples: royalty whump, fight sequence, gunshot wounds

The Great War

“Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I’d been betrayed: your finger on my hairpin trigger.” Trope examples: battles, betrayal

tolerate it

“You assume I’m fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins? Took this dagger in me and removed it?” Trope examples: escape, betrayal

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

“His hand, so calloused from his pistol, softly traces hearts on my face.” Trope examples: carewhumper, gentle whumper

us.

“The curse or a miracle, hearse or an oracle; you’re incomparable, fuck, it was chemical.” Trope examples: conditioning, drugging, experimentation, stockholm syndrome

FILE: SECRET SESSIONS ACHIEVEMENTS If you’ve scrolled down this far, the Department would like you to know about a few classified achievements during the event. - From the Vault: ??e all ?f ?he al? ???m???. - Taylor’s Version: C?m?le?e all ?f ?he mai? ???m???. - Sing-Along: ??e a ???m?? l??ic i? ?he ?? ???e e????e?. - Sad Girl Autumn: ??e a diffe?e?? l??ic f??m a ???m?? ???g ?ha? ?he ??e ??ed i? ?he ???m??. - Surprise Songs: Use more than one prompt in a single entry. Hm. There seems to be a visibility issue. Maybe complete them first? Otherwise it would be prudent to check back later . . .

[meaganvondoom]

Sterek Drabble-All Too Well

"Derek-" Stiles said as he turned, looking at his boyfriend who was driving his jeep very seriously. "-Do you want to talk about it?"

"I cannot think of anything I would like less, if I'm being honest," Derek snarked back, and reached across the gearshift and random detritus, grabbing the younger mans hand. He gently brought it up to his lips and kissed it, and then rubbed his stubble across the worn skin of Stiles' slim fingers.

"Don't distract me with knuckle kisses! You just pulled an All Too Well!"

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" Derek briefly took over driving with his left knee, denim on old steering wheel, so that he he could run his free hand over his face in mock frustration.

" You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me!" Stiles sung the words with the conviction of someone who would know them even when sleeping.

"What is even happening? Is this a Taylor Swift thing?" Derek glowered and pointedly kept his eyes on the road.

"DEREK! You know this song. I have sung it at the top of my lungs a million times. In the car. In the loft. In the shower, where I know you say you don't listen, but I know you do. SOMETIMES you're even in there with me!" Stiles is gesticulating wildly and Derek briefly wonders if he may lose an eye on this drive instead of just his dignity.

"I think you truly underestimate how much I tune you out." Derek turned and grinned, flashing his sky blue eyes at his lover.

"DEEREKKKKK" Stiles sighed dramatically, and slid down as much as he's able to in his seat, with his seatbelt on. Derek snickered softly, and if he started humming a different Taylor Swift song just to frustrate Stiles, then that was no one else's business.

[sobblesources]

ALL WE WANT IS DANGER ,

a collection of sentence starters taken from taylor swift's album 1989 . edited to fit rp needs , adjust pronouns as necessary .

❛ everybody here wanted something more , ❜

❛ the lights are so bright , but they never blind me , ❜

❛ everybody here was someone else before , ❜

❛ you can want who you want , ❜

❛ you know you wouldn't change anything , ❜

❛ nice to meet you , where've you been ? ❜

❛ i could show you incredible things , ❜

❛ you look like my next mistake , ❜

❛ love's a game , wanna play ? ❜

❛ i know you heard about me , ❜

❛ i'm dying to see how this one ends , ❜

❛ it's gonna be forever , or it's gonna go down in flames , ❜

❛ it'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar , ❜

❛ the worst is yet to come , ❜

❛ i get drunk on jealousy , ❜

❛ darling , i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream , ❜

❛ it's been a while since i have even heard from you , ❜

❛ i should just tell you to leave cause i know exactly where this leads , ❜

❛ we'll never go out of style , ❜

❛ what you heard is true but i can't stop thinking about you & i , ❜

❛ the rest of the world is black & white , but we're in screaming color , ❜

❛ are we out of the woods yet ? ❜

❛ we were built to fall apart , ❜

❛ i'm setting you free , ❜

❛ people like you always want back the love they gave away , ❜

❛ people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye , ❜

❛ all you had to do was stay , ❜

❛ it's gonna be alright , ❜

❛ i'm just gonna shake it off , ❜

❛ my ex brought their new girlfriend , ❜

❛ why don't you come on over , baby ? ❜

❛ i wish you would come back , ❜

❛ i wish we could go back & remember what we were fighting for , ❜

❛ i miss you too much to be mad anymore , ❜

❛ we've got problems & i don't think we can solve them , ❜

❛ did you have to do this ? ❜

❛ i still have scars on my back from your knife , ❜

❛ if you're coming my way , just don't , ❜

❛ you say sorry just for show , ❜

❛ let's get out of this town , ❜

❛ heaven can't help me now , ❜

❛ this is getting good now , ❜

❛ say you'll remember me , ❜

❛ someday when you leave me , i'll bet these memories follow you around , ❜

❛ say you'll see me again , even if it's in your wildest dreams , ❜

❛ are you insane ?! ❜

❛ i want you for worse or for better , ❜

❛ remind me how it used to be , ❜

❛ this love is alive back from the dead , ❜

❛ i struggled through the night with someone new , ❜

❛ you showed up just in time , ❜

❛ they are the hunters , we are the foxes , ❜

❛ i know places we won't be found , ❜

❛ let them say what they want , ❜

❛ loose lips sink ships all the damn time , ❜

❛ just grab my hand & don't ever drop it , ❜

❛ the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst , ❜

❛ when i was drowning , that's when i could finally breathe , ❜

❛ i screamed so loud , but no one heard a thing , ❜

❛ just because you're clean doesn't mean you don't miss it , ❜

❛ now that i;m clean , i'm never gonna risk it , ❜

❛ we took a wrong turn & fell down a rabbit hole , ❜

❛ haven't you heard of what becomes of curious minds ? ❜

❛ i should have slept with one eye open that night , ❜

❛ i reached for you but you were gone , ❜

❛ you can hear it in the silence , ❜

❛ you keep his shirt , he keeps his word , ❜

❛ you're my best friend , ❜

❛ & you knew they were in love , ❜

❛ you understand now why they lost their minds & fought the wars , ❜

❛ you are in love , true love , ❜

❛ trust me , mine is better , ❜

❛ we're so young , but we're on the road to ruin , ❜

❛ i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me , ❜

❛ heartbreak is the national anthem , ❜

❛ i'm about to play my ace , ❜

❛ the rumors are terrible & cruel , but honey most of them are true , ❜

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

SWIFTIE SLEEPOVER SATURDAY

Day 15, May 17th, 2025

Welcome, welcome to the fifteenth weekend of Swiftie Sleepover Saturday!

Hello all! My name is Jen, and I've been a Swiftie since 2008. I wanted to organize a fun, weekly sleepover event where we can have fun discussions, analyze lyrics, post beautiful edits, take polls, and connect with each other in so many other ways through our love of Taylor and her works of art! Each week will have a new theme or discussion prompt, please post all contributions with:

#Swiftie Sleepover Saturday

Sometimes the world can feel like an incredibly lonely place, especially with all the horrible things happening right now. But, no matter what, we have to remember to hold on to one another and the love we share and something that can't be taken away: HOPE. Hope gets you through the darkest nights, the longest roads, and the worst of times. Taylor's music displays hope in the most intimate and gorgeous ways, from her younger days when she sang about that little black dress (I hope you think of me...) to her storytelling in folklore (to live for the hope of it all...). This week, we're celebrating that hope, our hope, and the hope that we share for a better, kinder world. Feel free to take this prompt as you wish and get creative with it!

Discussion Prompts (Optional!):

What does hope mean to you? What is something you're hopeful for today?

What are some of your favorite Taylor songs/lyrics that mention hope?

You can feel free to make edits, gifs, playlists related to the prompt, polls about hope in Taylor's music, poetry/fanfiction, or make your own post with the discussion prompts! Whatever works best for you! Anything is welcome as long as it is kind and you show respect for others and their opinions. This event goes until the next Swiftie Sleepover Saturday next weekend! Please reblog to spread the fun!

[leechteethwrites]

friendship breakups fucking suck.. something i wrote

[lyralit]

1989 (taylor's version) inspired writing prompts

the rise and fall of a socialite

Gatsby-style parties that end in flames

red lips on a poisoned glass

a meet-cute than ends up in the tabloids

the audio recordings left behind after a celeb's mysterious death

the music charts/bestselling lists are overtaken by an unknown young artist

an artist releases the singular most successful song of all time before disappearing

childhood friends who rejoin by coincidence after their successes years later (bonus if they didn't know it was each other -- pen names? changed features? -- and are competition)

a car crash with a celebrity and jail escapee in the front seats

reclaiming a broken reputation years later

moving out of your first home

meeting your first heartbreak after you've healed

rain and smeared makeup and breath fogging up snow-frosted windows on a busy street in the middle of the holiday season

being introduced to your first, secret love

choosing to rebrand yourself for the first time

an aspiring starlet visits a retired legacy

falling in love with the one person out of reach

affairs on a camera-filled movie set