Max doesn't really have anyone to talk to after his dad beat the shit out of him, and he stumbles across his old diary, if he can't talk, why not write? Charles, also has no one to talk to, ferarri is doing him dirty as shit and he had a little moment and cut himself, again, he also stumbles upon his diary, he can't talk either, so why not write? TW!!! : there will be intimate actions, swear words, and also gay stuff, if you can not handle any of the above, DO NOT READ THIS!

"𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫." 2 young men. 2 teams, 2 cars, 2 colors. 1 goal. what is their destiny? it all started in karting. Max Verstappen had grown up hating Charles Leclerc. mostly, had learned too. yet Charles had always felt a pull towards Max, unable to stay away. but how will it work between them if one of them is in it with their whole heart while the other is selfish? Lestappen fanfic. 𝐓𝐖: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊. #2 on hatred 8/7/25 #1 on redbull 28/7/25 #1 on karting 31/7/25 #1 on rivals 4/1/26 & 11/2/26

The band now has two horny ghouls known as Swiss and Sodo. They would love to touch each other and constantly flirt with each other jokingly. However, one of them actually wanted this to be real. ⚠️Reminder⚠️: Not shipping the real people behind the mask. Only the characters they play as.

Reluctant, shy Sodo never felt this way towards anyone before, so why Swiss? (Not about the people behind the mask)

The stress of a practice can really come off on Sodo being the lead guitarist. After messing up continuously, Sodo feels ashamed of himself, as no one has made a single mistake, even that stupid good for nothing ghoul phantom. His hate just continues to grow.

(The photo isn't mine! I did not draw that art! I sadly lost the creator in my notes [I take notes of who the creator is of photos or art I want to use for things like Wattpad] sadly) I have no explanation for the picture. Be happy I didn't take the other option- Anyways- Dream really went: I want cottagecore BUT I'll kidnap all the children on my way too! Why? Because I have the power to write this- This is kinda a crack fic but treated seriously. Also it's basically the better version of the first part of my child kidnapping series I did in my one shot book ( still open requests btw!)

Clay is a popular jock with a secret. George is an antisocial loner who keeps to himself. They're from different worlds, but something attracts them to each other. Will their connection be strong enough to withstand external barriers? Or will the tragedy of fate get between them? //cover photo by @/jirruko on ig!! psa: this is the first fan fiction i've ever written so pls be nice lol. i'm trying not to make it cringey but it's a lil hard. there's very very very little smut in this book, and even the smut scenes aren't very intense at all. a lot of this story is high school-drama based in the beginning (ikik, i'm sorry) but it's a lot deeper than that, really. bare with me pls you're not gonna wanna miss the ending or the character progression of some of the main characters. and thank you to everyone who interacts with this book! it really inspires me to keep going. even if you don't favorite or comment i rly appreciate you even giving it a glance! alt ending is out :D

George isn't good with feelings; he never has been. And when he moves to Florida to go to college, he realizes that if he wants to make it through the year, he's going to need some help. Luckily, he meets a guy named Dream, who isn't any less than a good person. Instantly, they're inseparable. What are these new feelings George is experiencing? They are certainly confusing. Are they best friends? Or is it something more than that? Will they be able to figure it out, even with trouble emerging from Dream's past? Or are these problems too much for them to handle? // Completed on 11/20/21 //

Maybe sometimes Cupid runs out of arrows and only shoots one of us. Maybe the grief that perches by my neck is like loves souvenir. Maybe grief, the hollow being as it lives, is the receipt we carry as the weight on our shoulders to prove that we have once stolen the beating beauty of someone; all while their breath still coils this dark earth. And if this is true, I have loved well. Here is my proof. My proof is you Clay. But please, I beg. Please tell me that I'm not as forgettable as your silence makes me feel. - Extract from chapter 18💗 More info: i know ive been writing this since 2021 but i promise im still updating even in the big 2026 haha - NO SMUT (only like kissing or stuff like that) - included w chapters where some characters are in the hospital with injures but not too much into detail as to not make anyone uncomfortable!! - Contains car crashes and homophobia in some context - HAS DNF & KARLNAP Ongoing - 🫶🏻started in 2021

Stolas x blitz fanfic! Helluva boss !