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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: β€œYou look like you’re witnessing God.” β€œThat’s because I am.” β€œYOU DON’T EVEN BELIEVE IN GOD!” β€œI DON’T. I BELIEVE IN THAT.” Unfortunately, Jolly hears her. Even more unfortunately? Noah eventually notices herβ€”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}} triesβ€”and failsβ€”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.**

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 traumaβ€”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.

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 targetβ€”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 β€œI fucking hate you” and β€œNo, 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 yearsβ€”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.

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 watchingβ€”but when one video goes viral, two comments change everything. Theo Mercer thinks he can handle Mars. Rhys Calloway knows he can’tβ€”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.

Fuck, Marry, Kill

What starts as a harmless game between four seventh-year Slytherin girls quickly spirals into complete chaos when β€œFuck, 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 everyoneβ€”including herselfβ€”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.

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.

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 Mercerβ€”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 existsβ€”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, β€œYes, they originally were. I was a teenager. He’s attractive, but he’s also human.” She never expected Noahβ€”or the rest of Bad Omensβ€”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 bestβ€”turned everything Callum Mercer left behind into a song called β€œNext 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 herβ€”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 otherβ€”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 togetherβ€”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.