With McLaren having one of their worst seasons yet, the team is on the verge of ending the year championship-less, until Formula 1 introduces a brand new award: the *F1 Media Team Championship*. Determined to make sure McLaren wins something this year, head social media admins Adam and Sarah come up with a dangerously brilliant idea: Use the internet's terrifying obsession with #landoscar to drag McLaren's engagement to the top. More flirting. More touching. More "accidental" chemistry... It's perfect marketing! Right up until Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri start forgetting what parts were supposed to be fake.

Lando Norris only had to survive one wedding. Instead, he woke up in Vegas... married to Oscar Piastri. His rival. His problem. His husband. What started as tequila-fueled chaos and a stupid bet is now very real-and very public. With no easy way out, they're forced to fake their way through a marriage neither of them wanted. But between the bickering, the tension, and a few too many almost moments... Pretending starts to feel a little too real.

<^ Oscar piastri moved to Britain when he was 15. However, in this school was different. It was almost like an American tv show in there. You had the football team, the captain who was a man whore and just so happened to be named, Lando Norris. Oscar didn't speak much. Mostly because he was an Aussie in a British school, he got bullied a lot. Mainly by said football captain. IN OTHER WORDS THE LANDOSCAR BULLY/NERD WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ^>

Frank was an angsty, self-loathing teenager with a messed-up home life, trapped in a strict Catholic boarding school in New Jersey. He hid behind sarcasm, fights, and denial-especially when it came to Gerard Way, the quiet, artistic new kid who somehow ended up as his favorite target. But the line between resentment and obsession was thin, and when it finally snapped, Frank found himself falling for the boy he was supposed to hate. As their worlds collide, they're forced to confront their own demons, each other's pasts, and a school that was never meant to be a safe place for boys like them. Warnings: Smut, underage sex, self-harm, drug/alcohol abuse, family issues, homophobia, mental health struggles, suicide, eating disorders, SA

Frank Iero never felt like he belonged-not with his so-called friends, not in his broken home, and definitely not in the cold, candle-lit walls of the church his mother forced him into. Rebellious, reckless, and drowning in self-destruction, he doesn't believe in redemption. But Gerard Way does. At 24, he's devoted his life to God, preparing for priesthood while guiding a local youth group. When Frank is pushed into his orbit, neither of them expects the quiet pull between them-one that feels as dangerous as it is inevitable. Faith, sin, and desire blur together in a story about longing, guilt, and the things we aren't supposed to want. WARNINGS: Age gap, religion, smut, drug and alcohol abuse, mental health, homophobia.

Gerard Way is the new guy in town, quiet, artistic, and carrying more baggage than he lets on. Frank Iero is the school's resident fuckboy-charming, reckless, and hiding behind a well-crafted façade. They aren't supposed to fit together, but somehow, they do. As their lives become entangled, Gerard starts to unravel the boy beneath Frank's mask, and Frank finds himself drawn to the raw, messy truth of Gerard's world. Love shouldn't feel like an addiction, like a vice tightening around their throats, like something that could destroy them both. But it does. And neither of them is willing to let go. Warnings: Smut, underage sex, self-harm, drug/alcohol abuse, family issues, homophobia, mental health struggles, eating disorders, suicide, SA

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

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."