"It does feel a little bit like they're playing favorites, doesn't it?" Post Singapore 2025, Oscar is miserable. Lando and him break up while George cheers him up. Things develop from there...

Kimi Antonelli accidentally texts the wrong number, they're actually getting along though? Based in 2025 Ollie is not a driver Kimi is a driver

Nineteen-year-old Ollie Bearman thought his biggest challenge in 2025 would be proving he belonged in a full-time Haas seat. That changed the moment he walked into his driver's room to find a curly-haired, two-year-old girl sitting on his spare helmet. When she looks at him with familiar brown eyes and shrieks "Mama!", Ollie's world spins faster than a car on cold tires. Enter Rosa Beatrice, a toddler with a British accent, an Italian temper, and a silver bracelet that suggests she's from a decade into the future. Ollie's attempt to keep her a secret fails spectacularly when Rosa spots Mercedes' golden boy Kimi Antonelli in the paddock and launches herself at him with a cry of "Papa!" Now, the two youngest drivers on the grid-rivals by contract but "parents" by fate-are thrust into a domestic whirlwind. But they aren't alone. In the high-stakes, high-pressure world of the 2025 season, the entire Paddock becomes an accidental family. Started: 10 Apr. 2026 | End: 7 May 2026 COMPLETED ✅ Book cover by @iamchxrry

In the high-stakes world of Formula 1, George Russell thrives on order, logic, and a perfectly arranged hospitality suite. But his carefully structured life begins to fracture when Max Verstappen starts "accidentally" invading his space-bearing caramel stroopwafels and unreadable smirks. Between the chaos of a shared affection for the young Kimi Antonelli and the observant eyes of their fellow drivers, George finds himself stuck on "page forty-one" of his life, unable to ignore the growing tension with his greatest rival. From poolside teasing to late-night revelations in the paddock, the two must decide if their connection is a temporary "system error" or the one thing in their lives that finally makes sense.

It's no secret George Russell and Max Verstappen don't get along, the on track rivalry was legendary among fans and drivers alike, snide remarks in post race interviews, threats and more insults than they could count. Max thinks George is uptight and too much of a killjoy; George thinks Max is arrogant and reckless. Everything changes after Max has a very vivid and romantic dream of George that makes him question how he really feels about the other, chaos ensues. or the one where Max has a dream about George that changes everything.

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

"Maybe love isn't about knowing all the answers or being perfect. Maybe it's just finding someone who makes your heart beat faster, who gets your dumb jokes, and makes all the awkward moments feel like the best thing ever."

Max Verstappen isn't a hero. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-trying. Too trying. The kind of trying that makes your palms sweat when you lift a grocery box, that makes your chest tighten as the world moves too fast around you. When he steps outside, the streets should've just been another blur, another student hustling, another afternoon slipping by. But then he sees him-someone balancing paper bags with careful hands, oversized hoodie sleeves dragging past his wrists, eyes darting nervously at the crowd. George doesn't mean to stand out. But he does. They collide in the simplest of ways, a spilled bag, a shared glance, a wordless chaos that somehow feels like it could settle into something steady. Max doesn't know why he keeps reaching for the fallen groceries, why he can't look away. George tilts a small smile in his direction, awkward, hesitant, but entirely his own. And for the first time that day, Max pauses-not because he has to, but because he wants to. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this flutter of surprise when George hands him a neatly folded note. Not this quiet curiosity that tugs him toward someone who barely says a word but says everything anyway. "Thank you," the note says one day. And somehow, Max reads it, and it echoes louder than any noise around them. George fidgets with a small board, scribbles something, spins it toward Max. The words are careful, deliberate, tiny moments of trust wrapped in marker ink. Max grins. And George grins back. Between hurried errands, scattered groceries, and moments that teeter on awkwardly sweet, Max begins to see patterns-of care, of thoughtfulness, of someone who notices him just as much as he notices them. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to pay attention, how to stay present, how to see someone fully for the first time. Because this time, when George stretches out a hand, Max doesn't hesitate.

small moments from the lives of luca, riley and clover with their racing dads, told in oneshots.

Charles Leclerc never expected his life to shift because of something so small-a crying baby in a restaurant, a stranger's arms holding him steady, a calm that came too easily. Clover liked him instantly. Carlos Sainz noticed. The way the crying stopped. The way his baby relaxed against Charles' chest. Desperation made him bold, and before Charles could think too hard, Carlos made an offer that felt impossible. "Work for me." Charles hesitated. He told himself it was only a job-better pay, shorter hours, a chance to finally save for his dream. Nothing more. Carlos told himself it was temporary. Just help. Just someone Clover liked. But days turned into routines. Mornings filled with fog and soft laughter. Late nights with tired eyes and shared silences. Clover became the quiet reason they kept circling each other, closer than either planned. "I don't need you," Carlos insisted. "I'm not staying," Charles lied. Yet every glance lingered too long. Every goodbye felt heavier. Somewhere between responsibility and comfort, something neither of them named began to grow. Two lives colliding in the smallest ways. And in the space between a child's laughter and unspoken feelings, Carlos and Charles find themselves falling-slowly, unexpectedly, and far too deeply. "I didn't plan to want you," "But I don't know how to stop."