For any Julie and the Phantoms fans who ship Willex, this is for you. Julie, the rest of the band, Willie, and Flynn are hanging out in Julie's bedroom playing truth or dare. Alex gets dared to play 7 minutes in heaven with Willie in a closet. Willie gets worried about what will happen when Caleb finds out where he's been, so the boys have to come up with a plan to rescue him from Caleb. NOT A ONESHOT BOOK SO READ IT IN ORDER!! There is a lot of kissing in here lol. Also some Ruke is included. I'll be updating this every once and a while when I have time to write. Might not seem like a big achievement to you, but highest rankings are: •1 in Willex (March 30, 2021) •97 in dare (March 19, 2021) •54 in truth (April 9, 2021) •90 in pride (April 15, 2021) •36 in Willie (March 19, 2021) •33 in Alexmercer (April 15, 2021) •51 in Owenjoyner (April 12, 2021) •4 in Booboostewart (March 22, 2021) •8 in julieandthephantoms (March 26, 2021) •70 in Jatp (April 15, 2021) •159 in ship (April 15, 2021) •10 in Ruke (March 28, 2021) •80 in Alex (April 15, 2021)

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.

George Russell never wanted to get involved with Max Verstappen. It began with something small-a handkerchief pressed into his hand, a look that lingered too long. "Nuh-uh. I don't take back something I've already given away. So..." his gaze dropped briefly to the cloth before flicking back up to George's eyes. "You keep it." Max was relentless, always appearing where George least expected him, always asking questions George refused to answer. Every time George tried to push him away, Max only stepped closer, until George panicked and told the lie that changed everything. "I already belong to someone." Max's smile faded that day. George carried the weight of it in his chest, torn between the truth he couldn't say and the feelings he couldn't kill. Meanwhile, Carlos Sainz had his own storm brewing. His new rival, Charles Leclerc, wasn't just another name on campus-he was fire. Their first meeting ended in fists and insults, and from that moment, they were inseparable enemies. Every hallway became a battlefield, every shared space an arena for their sharp tongues and sharper glares. Yet beneath the anger was something neither wanted to admit-something that burned hotter than hate. "I hate you!" "Well. I hate you more, captain." Carlos told himself he despised Charles. Charles told himself he only wanted to win. But when their fights dragged them too close-pressed against lockers, words falling into silence-they both realized it wasn't victory they craved, but each other. Two stories unfolding in the same place. George, hiding his heart behind lies, while Max refuses to let him go. Carlos, drowning in rivalry, while Charles tears his world apart piece by piece. And somewhere between the fights, the lies, the jealousy, and the stolen moments, four boys find themselves caught in the kind of chaos that feels a lot like love. "I've tried hating you, forgetting you, replacing you-but still, I want you."

A Llorumi story. :) minor violence (maybe some blood) still going to keep it PG. (no cursing/inappropriate stuff)

Description: What happens when the entire F1 grid starts shipping Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri? 🤨🔥 A simple group chat turns into pure chaos as the drivers analyze every glance, every touch, and every accidental matching outfit. From stolen hoodies to suspicious hand placements-nothing goes unnoticed. Will Landoscar survive the teasing, or will the paddock manifest them into reality? 👀💬🏎️ #TeammatesToSoulmates #Landoscar #McLarenChaos

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"