When Alex Albon meets a tall, awkward stranger at a Halloween party, he's instantly charmed-and totally convinced the guy is dressed as Woody from Toy Story. The stranger, George Russell, spends the entire night trying (and failing) to explain that he is not Woody. But Alex doesn't quite get it. What starts as one night of confusion turns into a slow-building friendship full of mixed signals, inside jokes, and maybe something more. From Halloween's chaos to Christmas lights and quiet confessions, The Nightmare Before Christmas is a story about miscommunication, unexpected connection, and the kind of love that sneaks up on you-one holiday at a time.

What happens when the entire F1 grid has a group chat... and no one respects boundaries? From photos, screenshots, savage memes, and flirty comments to nonstop teasing of every ship, chaos reigns supreme. Landoscar gets all the spotlight-blushes, possessive reactions, and embarrassing moments galore-but no ship is safe. George & Carlos, Max & teammates, random flirts... everyone ends up roasted, teased, and dragged into the madness. Expect: Full-grid chaos 😎 Hilarious teasing and savage memes 🤪 Flirty, blush-inducing Landoscar moments 💖 Other ships getting dragged into the fun 🔥 Pure, chaotic fandom energy Warning: you may laugh, swoon, and scream at the same time. This is a wild, flirty, meme-filled ride through the F1 grid, and trust me-you won't want to miss it. ---

Lando is sick on his home race weekend. He wanted to drive and he always got his own way but was that the best idea?

Buck had chosen to not tell his 118 family about his past life in the SEALs, or the fact he is in contract with them until 2028. He never thought he'd be recalled to the Navy, when the bombing happened and he almost lost his leg that seemed to be the moment everything turned upside down. He gets a blood clot tries to sue for his job and during the lawsuit he gets that big white envelope from the DOD with a big banner with the word Classified. . . Or US Navy SEAL Buck ends up deployed and he no one would let him say anything because they were mad about the lawsuit.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

When a famous singer drops a new song, and everyone's convinced it's about Oscar Piastri, things get real.

"I didn't hear a thing," Lando had said. Oscar walked back to his apartment, the words on loop in his head. "It must've been the wind." or: a landoscar fic inspired by the song 'must've been the wind' by alec benjamin

Book 2 A collection of F1 imagines featuring different drivers. 📩 REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN - send me your driver + scenario!

DISCONTINUED |+| Some Oneshots dedicated to Landoscar because i love them and there just isnt enough of them |+|

Oscar is "straight". He has a girlfriend. Lando doesn't care. They are both obsessed with eachother. this is based off of the chase atlantic song slow down!! and also i saw an edit on instagram and it was amazing and like also the biggest inspo (it had the chase Atlantic song as well lol) for now this will be one chapter until i decide if i want to continue their story (basically after they fuck they keep on doing it but oscar still has a gf and whatnot anddd yeha u get the gist)