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.

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

Things between Y/n and Ariana have always been 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ariana grande x gp reader started: january 10, 2025 published: june 26, 2025 ended: -

Everything was about to be different-but not the kind that breaks you. The kind you grow into. A good different.