Some people enter your life to change it. Others arrive to break everything you thought you knew.

"You're crazy" "Yea, about you" Follow the journey of Mire and Craze.

Sequel to Adolescent<<go read that on @TRAPDOLL2_ you don't necessarily have to read it but it's better if you do

Gay shit Request are open 🥇nolable 5/11/26, les 5/18/26, stem 8/15/26 🥈stem 4/13/26 🥉sfs 5/11/26, youngromance 8/15/26

in which, zoey becomes kentrell's second wife.

In a city that never slows down, respect is earned, not given. Two studs both used to being in control, both used to getting what they want keep crossing paths in all the wrong (or right) places. What starts as tension, ego, and side-eyes slowly turns into something neither of them planned for. Late nights, loud parties, smoke-filled rooms, and feelings they don't know how to handle... every oneshot dives into a different moment of their story before, during, and after they fall.

They were strangers moving through the same crowded streets. Same blinking Christmas lights. Same freezing air. Same damn holiday chaos. Never once noticing each other. Until Mari crashes straight into Talia in the middle of a packed Christmas market, coffee flying everywhere. "Shit-my bad," Mari mutters, grabbing napkins. Talia just stares at her for a second before laughing. "Damn, you always run people over like that or is today special?" What should've been a quick apology somehow turns into a conversation. Then another. Then another. Soon it's late-night walks through quiet streets glowing with Christmas lights. Sharing a blunt behind Talia's bar after closing. Arguing about music in Mari's car with the heat blasting. Cheap drinks. Loud laughter. Soft moments neither of them planned for. Mari was only supposed to be home for the holidays. Talia was never supposed to fall for someone who might leave. But somewhere between the first snowfall and the last night of December, they realize something terrifying: This doesn't feel temporary. It feels real. And sometimes love doesn't show up loud or dramatic. Sometimes it arrives quietly- in shared smoke under cold skies, in hands brushing accidentally, in laughter that lingers too long. Warm. Certain. Like the first snow finally falling.