unknown_cosmic
Just a girl who likes to write and create imaginary worlds of yearning ✨

Stories

    THE FUCKING KING

    Thousands of people are screaming Noah Sebastian’s name. {{user}} is front and center at barricade, watching Bad Omens tear through the stage like she paid them personally to ruin her life. Then Dethrone starts, Noah lets out one particularly vicious growl, and her best friend catches the fatal sentence on camera: “You look like you’re witnessing God.” “That’s because I am.” “YOU DON’T EVEN BELIEVE IN GOD!” “I DON’T. I BELIEVE IN THAT.” Unfortunately, Jolly hears her. Even more unfortunately? Noah eventually notices her—and discovers very quickly that certain vocals make her lose every ounce of composure. What follows is an entire fucking encore of Noah deliberately testing his theory while {{user}} tries—and fails—to stop giving him exactly the reaction he wants. The concert should have been the end of it. Instead, eleven days later, they accidentally meet again. One conversation becomes exchanged numbers. Numbers become daily texts. Daily texts become Noah knowing her coffee order, watching for her in every room, checking whether she made it home and becoming increasingly possessive, protective, jealous, and completely fucking obsessed. The problem? {{user}} likes him exactly that way. And while everyone around them watches two idiots fall catastrophically in love, she remains blissfully unaware that the man she once jokingly called a god is slowly becoming hers. After all, she never believed in gods. **Kings, apparently, are a different fucking story.**

    The Way You Listen

    Four months after discovering the man she loved had been cheating for most of their relationship, {User} is still learning how to belong to herself again. Somewhere along the way, she stopped writing songs. Stopped believing in her voice. Stopped letting anyone hear the parts of her that once mattered most. Then her best friend Sloane buys VIP tickets to see Bad Omens—and commits the ultimate betrayal: showing Noah Sebastian photographs of the first song {User} has written in years. One handwritten lyric sheet becomes an unexpected duet in front of three hundred people…and by morning, the internet wants to know who the hell she is. But Noah isn’t interested because a video went viral. He’s interested because he listened. To the lyrics. To the choices nobody else would’ve noticed. To the music she almost stopped making entirely. What begins as musical curiosity slowly becomes friendship, found family, late-night writing sessions, stages she never expected to stand on—and a connection neither of them planned for. Because sometimes falling in love doesn’t begin when someone sees you. Sometimes it begins when someone finally hears you.

    Trust the Fall

    Y/n is terrified of heights. Ronan Hayes jumps out of planes for a living. When her best friends drag her skydiving, she expects trauma—not a devastatingly attractive instructor, an unexpectedly perfect freefall, and a video that makes the internet convinced they’re already in love. They were strangers when they jumped. Now everyone is watching them fall.

    Caught in Red

    Y/N thought she was safe thirsting over the internet’s favorite faceless guitarist from behind a screen. Kieran Vale had millions of followers—there was no way he noticed her shameless comments, right? Then one accidental profile visit, four replays of a dangerously attractive old video, and one very unfortunate accidental like earn her a message that changes everything: Saw that. Suddenly, the man behind the red lights is flirting back—and Y/N is nowhere near as confident when Kieran can actually watch her blush. DMs become late-night calls, FaceTimes become something dangerously real, and meeting turns into a friends-with-benefits arrangement filled with dirty flirting, jealousy, possessive touches, and Y/N deliberately testing Kieran’s patience. They’re just friends. Obviously. Nobody needs to mention that they’re also falling hopelessly in love.

    Somewhere Along the Way

    Eight best friends. One house. Absolutely no concept of personal space. Between drunken nights, spontaneous vacations, concerts, movie marathons, midnight food runs, terrible decisions, and enough inside jokes to fill a novel, Y/n wouldn’t trade her chaotic little family for anything. Being the youngest and smallest means she’s usually the easiest target—especially when her best friend Rowan is involved. Y/n and Rowan have always been just friends. Sure, he knows exactly how she takes her coffee, finds her in every crowded room, and catches her whenever she falls. And maybe Y/n steals his hoodies, searches for him without thinking, and feels safest tucked against his side. But that’s normal… right? Their friends certainly know better. They just love the two idiots enough to keep their mouths shut and let them figure it out themselves. Because somewhere between “I fucking hate you” and “No, you don’t,” between lake fights, shared beds, jealous glances, 2 a.m. conversations, and ordinary days that somehow become their favorite memories, something begins to change. Or maybe nothing changed at all. Maybe Y/n and Rowan have been falling in love for years—and somewhere along the way, they simply forgot to notice.

    Stage Left ⭐️

    For as long as anyone can remember, Noah Sebastian and Y/N have been inseparable. She watches every Bad Omens show from stage left. He somehow finds her in the crowd every single time. The internet has spent years insisting they’re secretly in love. They insist they’re just best friends. Between sold-out arenas, late-night studio sessions, sarcastic arguments, stolen hoodies, and songs neither of them realizes are saying too much, the line between friendship and something more begins to blur. The fans saw it first. The band saw it next. Now all that’s left is for Noah and Y/N to catch up.

    Fuck, Marry, Kill

    What starts as a harmless game between four seventh-year Slytherin girls quickly spirals into complete chaos when “Fuck, Marry, Kill” takes a turn for the personal. Secrets are spilled, rivalries are questioned, and one lifelong crush threatens to be exposed. Y/n has spent years convincing everyone—including herself—that she can’t stand Mattheo Riddle. Trading insults, winning arguments, and trying to outdo each other has become second nature. The only people who know the truth are her three best friends… and they’re more than happy to use it against her. There’s just one problem. The walls in the Slytherin dormitories are much thinner than anyone realized. As laughter turns into confessions, the boys in the room next door hear every word. One drunken game. One overheard conversation. And one night that changes everything.

    Sing It Back to Me

    {user} came to a Bad Omens concert because she loves the music. Kayla came because she loves the band—and has spent years insisting Nick Folio is hotter than Noah Sebastian. Then Noah walks onstage, {user} finally realizes exactly who he is, and one inconvenient thought becomes painfully obvious: oh, fuck. But Noah notices something first, too. Not her face. Not the fact that she’s against the barricade. Her voice. Somewhere among thousands of people singing back at him, one voice cuts cleanly through his in-ears—controlled, powerful, technically ridiculous. He starts looking for whoever it belongs to…and once he finds her, he keeps finding reasons to look back. One concert becomes an after-show. An after-show becomes friendship. Friendship becomes rehearsals, touring, songwriting, backstage chaos, stupid inside jokes, two painfully slow romances—and enough sexual tension to make pretending nothing is happening increasingly fucking impossible. Because {user} can keep insisting she’s “literally standing inside a crowd.” Noah’s already figured out she’s not just part of it.

    Double Take

    Mars and Y/n were just two best friends with tiny microphones, questionable cocktail measurements, and absolutely no business being left unsupervised. Their chaotic TikToks already had people watching—but when one video goes viral, two comments change everything. Theo Mercer thinks he can handle Mars. Rhys Calloway knows he can’t—and somehow decides Y/n looks like the safer option. He’s wrong. What starts as sarcastic replies becomes DMs, late-night conversations, shameless flirting, jealousy, and eventually two dangerously attractive men stepping out of the comment section and into their real lives. Now millions of followers are watching four people insist they’re definitely not falling in love while doing exactly that. Because sometimes all it takes is one video, two comments, and a double take to find the person you never saw coming.

    Beautiful Collision

    The rules of East Wing are simple: Don’t wake the RA. Don’t steal someone else’s food. And whatever you do… don’t put them in the same room together. Unfortunately, no one told fate. Now two stubborn enemies, two dorm rooms across the hall, and one semester full of bad decisions are about to prove that hatred has a funny way of sounding a lot like falling in love.

    Bad Decisions Sound Better Loud

    One red light. Two cars. One Bad Omens song played way too fucking loud. Y/n and her best friend Kaia are halfway through the kind of car concert that should probably stay private when they realize the two ridiculously attractive guys stopped beside them are watching. Naturally, they make it worse. A little singing, a little shameless flirting, and one green light later, Y/n assumes she’ll never see the dark-haired stranger in the other car again. Twenty minutes later, Ronan Mercer walks into the same bar. Suddenly one stupid red light turns into shared friends, late-night drives, concerts, bar nights, terrible ideas, and an eight-person friend group that absorbs Y/n and Kaia like they’ve always belonged there. And somewhere between Ronan falling first, Y/n becoming his favorite person to piss off, and their friends making every questionable decision significantly louder, just friends starts sounding a lot like bullshit. Good music. Bad decisions. Found family. And one red light that changes everything.

    Anything But Sunshine

    Y/N has exactly two friends, a permanent attitude problem, enough self-done tattoos to tell a hundred stories, and absolutely no interest in adding anyone else to her carefully limited circle. Then one party introduces her to Kieran Vale—the tattooed, irritatingly charming bad boy she’s already decided she hates. Unfortunately, he thinks her hatred is fucking hilarious. One party turns into an after-party at the girls’ apartment, and somehow two separate friend groups become one overnight. Suddenly Kieran is everywhere—on her couch, stealing her lighter, smoking her weed, making inappropriate jokes, and calling her Sunshine just to watch her threaten his life. She insists he’s unbearable. He considers annoying her a hobby. But somewhere between smoke-filled nights, drunken parties, concerts, tattoos, 2 a.m. conversations, and insults that start sounding suspiciously affectionate, something changes. Y/N knows how to survive people leaving. What she doesn’t know is what the hell she’s supposed to do when someone keeps choosing to stay.

    Nothing Above Her

    Dorian Vale has spent sixteen years at the top. At thirty-four, he controls the largest criminal empire in the country and is known as the youngest boss in history. Then there’s Nyxara—a faceless woman behind black lace, ruling an empire powerful enough to rival his own. They’ve never been allies. Never been enemies. And until now, they’ve never met. When someone begins attacking both organizations and leaving evidence designed to start a war, Nyxara does something almost unheard of: she comes to Dorian herself. Instead of destroying each other, they form an alliance—two independent empires, two equal rulers, and one combined force their enemies never anticipated. Dorian’s fascination with Nyxara begins before he ever sees the face beneath her veil. Her intelligence. Her danger. The absolute devotion of her people. The way she stands beside him without ever standing beneath him. Professional respect becomes curiosity, attraction becomes yearning, and the man who has spent his entire life bowing to no one begins wanting something he never thought himself capable of giving: devotion. Neither of them believes in gods. Dorian certainly doesn’t believe anyone belongs above him. But Nyxara was never meant to be his weakness—and somewhere between blood, secrets, power, and falling dangerously in love, he realizes there is one woman he would willingly kneel for. Because there may be no God above them, but to Dorian Vale, there is nothing above her.

    The One You Worried About

    Seven months. That’s how long you gave Evan Calloway before one two-second hesitation ended everything. For months, he’d told you not to worry about Sloane Mercer—the beautiful blonde friend whose texts were supposedly innocent, whose closeness supposedly meant nothing. Meanwhile, Evan had his own problem: Rhys Bennett, the sarcastic best friend he’d always been convinced wanted you. You told him not to worry about Rhys. And unlike Evan, you were telling the truth. Heartbroken and furious, you do what you do best: turn everything you can’t say into music. Less than an hour later, Seven exists—a fully produced reminder of seven months, two warnings, and one relationship that suddenly looks very different in hindsight. Then your friends drag you to your usual bar, where you find Evan already sitting suspiciously close to Sloane. She’s blonde. You remember something Evan once said. And suddenly, your unfinished song has a much better second verse. The funny part? Evan was wrong about Rhys. There was nothing between you. Rhys respected every boundary, never interfered, and refuses to become your rebound even after Evan is gone. But friendship has a funny way of changing when late-night studio sessions last too long, touches start lingering, and jokes begin sounding suspiciously like flirting. Evan wasn’t right about Rhys. Rhys was never the problem. Evan was just early.

    Paper Hearts and Stage Lights

    When Y/N was a teenager, she wrote fanfiction inspired by Noah Sebastian. Years later, after becoming a bestselling author, she rewrote those stories into original novels because she refused to publish a real person in fictional situations he never lived. She never hid where the stories began, often saying, “Yes, they originally were. I was a teenager. He’s attractive, but he’s also human.” She never expected Noah—or the rest of Bad Omens—to have read both versions. She definitely never expected them to show up in her living room. Now, what starts as the most embarrassing day of her life slowly becomes something neither of them saw coming. Between concerts, late-night conversations, studio sessions, and countless moments that blur the line between admiration and friendship, Y/N discovers the real Noah Sebastian is nothing like the one she imagined years ago. And somehow… He’s even better.

    What We Almost Had

    Three years, one almost-proposal, and a breakup that left Y/N questioning whether any of it had been real. So she did what she does best—turned everything Callum Mercer left behind into a song called “Next Time.” She never expected him to hear it live. But halfway through its first-ever performance, Y/N looks into the crowd and finds Callum staring back at her—with his friends and parents beside him. Her voice cracks, her heart breaks all over again, and she keeps singing anyway. What We Almost Had is a slow-burn second-chance romance about two people who never stopped loving each other—and one man learning that getting her back means proving, day after day, that this time he won’t run.

    No Boundaries

    Three best friends. One house. One TikTok account. And absolutely zero fucking boundaries. Y/N, Asher, and Luca do everything together—from midnight food runs and getting high to filming parked-car conversations that start with innocent questions and somehow end in oversharing, arguments, and Y/N turning bright red while her boys laugh at her. Add Nyx, Y/N’s fluffy black emotional-support cat and unofficial fourth member, and their little family is complete. Asher is straight, sarcastic, and usually the closest thing they have to common sense. Luca is gay, shameless, and will encourage Y/N’s worst idea before she’s even finished explaining it. And Y/N? She’s chaos wrapped in confidence, armed with an inappropriate question and an unfortunate inability to hide a blush. They trust each other completely, protect each other fiercely, and if someone genuinely crosses a line with one of them, the other two are never far behind. For years, Y/N and Asher have been nothing but best friends. No secret pining. No hidden feelings. No we’ve always known. But somewhere between smoke-filled nights, ridiculous TikToks, shared couches, stolen hoodies, and a thousand moments that have never meant anything before… something changes. Because sometimes the most dangerous boundary to cross is the one you never realized was there.