#formula four

[httpiastri]

wish prema was as gay as when we had oscar // paul // arthur// etc. 😞

idk which prema you're looking at but

mine is still pretty fruity

[n0vazsq]

A night to remember | AP80 x Reader

pairing . . . alex powell x gf!reader

summary . . . Getting ready for your date for Alex, he can't help but ask about everything considering your makeup

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . AHHHH IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ITS SAUR CUTE <333

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The apartment was filled with the soft hum of music as you stood in front of your vanity, finishing your makeup for your date with Alex.

You’d told him he didn’t have to arrive early, but, true to his eager and punctual nature, he showed up at least thirty minutes ahead of time.

Now, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed in a black shirt and dark pants, looking effortlessly cute and already ready to go.

He’d been scrolling through his phone at first but quickly abandoned it in favor of watching you, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that made your heart flutter a little.

"You’re really good at that," Alex said suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

"At what?" you asked, glancing at him through the mirror, your brush still hovering near your cheek.

"Your makeup. Like, how do you even know what goes where?" he asked, his head tilted in genuine curiosity. It was the way he said it that made it sound like the most intriguing question, as if makeup was some secret art he was eager to understand.

You smiled, dipping your brush into your blush. "It’s not that hard. You just practice a lot and figure out what works for you."

Alex got up from the bed and wandered over, leaning casually against the side of your vanity.

His curious gaze flickered between your face and the array of products scattered across the table. "What’s that?" he asked, pointing to the compact in your hand with a little smile, clearly fascinated by everything.

"Blush," you explained, "It adds color to my cheeks."

He nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning your face before narrowing a bit. "Do you really need it? Your cheeks are already kind of pink."

You laughed, lightly tapping the brush against his nose, leaving a tiny dusting of pink powder. "That’s sweet, but yes, I do. It ties everything together."

Alex grinned, swiping at his nose with the back of his hand. "Right, right. I see. Can’t forget the details." His eyes fell to another item on the table, his curiosity unwavering. He picked up a small tube of mascara, holding it up like he’d just discovered a rare artifact. "What’s this one for?"

"That’s mascara," you said, smiling at his continued intrigue. "It makes my eyelashes look longer and darker."

He turned the tube in his hands, inspecting it closely like he was trying to figure out its entire function. "Do you put it on every eyelash? How do you not poke your eye out?"

"Carefully," you teased, taking it from him and unscrewing the cap with ease. "Watch."

Alex leaned in closer, his gaze now laser focused on the mascara wand as you swept it across your lashes with practiced ease. He watched every movement so intently, his brows furrowed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

"That’s… impressive," he said, sounding almost awestruck.

"Thank you," you replied, setting the mascara down with a little grin. "Anything else you want to know?"

His gaze darted to the eyeliner on the table, like he had just found another mystery to unravel. "What’s that for?"

You picked up the eyeliner, holding it up for him to see, the shiny pen glinting slightly in the soft light. "This is eyeliner. It defines my eyes and makes them stand out more."

"Can I try?" he asked suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as if he was already planning to do something ridiculous.

You burst out laughing. "You want to put eyeliner on me?"

"Why not? How hard could it be?" he said with a grin, his eyes twinkling with playful confidence.

"You’d probably stab me in the eye," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough. But you have to admit, it’d be funny."

As you moved on to your lipgloss, Alex was right there, hovering over your shoulder, watching your every move like a fascinated child in a candy store.

"So, lipgloss is just for your lips, right?" he asked, a genuinely curious tone in his voice as though this were the most essential question of the night.

"Yes," you said, carefully applying the shade you’d chosen. You added a quick smile, glancing at him. "Not as complicated as mascara, I promise."

"Does it stay on all night?" he asked, sounding like he was genuinely concerned about your lipgloss' staying power.

"Not really, especially if we’re eating or drinking. That’s why I usually bring it with me to reapply," you explained, tapping the tube against the side of the vanity with a thoughtful expression.

"Interesting," he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly as though he was mentally filing all this information away, clearly fascinated by the precision and detail you put into it all.

Once you’d finished, you leaned back, taking a final look at your reflection, your fingers brushing over your face as if to check for any imperfections. Then you turned to Alex, flashing him a smile. "All done. What do you think?"

Alex’s eyes softened as he took in the final look, his gaze lingering on you with a warmth that made your stomach do a little flip. "You look beautiful. But then again, you always do."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, and you playfully shoved his arm. “You’re such a charmer.”

He grinned, shaking his head slightly, before holding out his hand to you. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, taking his hand as he helped you up from the chair. As the two of you headed out the door, Alex glanced back at you with a teasing smile. "So, if I ever need to put on eyeliner, I know who to call."

You laughed, shaking your head with a smile that couldn’t quite hide how fond you were of him. "You’ll be the first guy I’ve ever taught."

"Lucky me," he said, squeezing your hand as you both stepped into the night. With the cool air greeting you both, the city lights twinkling around you, you felt a rush of excitement for the night ahead.

The date with Alex was only just beginning, but the warmth between you both was already filling you up, making everything feel just a little bit more special.

[elorable]

[2bluetwo85]

I love how it's basically impossible to watch past F2, F3, or F4 races

[ezisregrettinglifedecisions]

Hey I’m the anon who asked for the I want it that way Prema video

I can’t access tiktok (it’s banned) so could you repost it? Or if anyone has an Instagram link for it maybe they could provide that?

Yeah of course sorry.

Didn't think of the fact it might be banned!

That should be it.

I hope it works this time.

[f1-stuff]

Abu Dhabi GP '24 // Last race as teammates ❤️

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part four: a familiar stranger

word count: 2.2k (sorry)

warnings: none, i think

three | four | five

Y/N stood behind the counter, arranging a new batch of books by the window, her fingers brushing the spines absently. The scent of fresh coffee mixed with the fragrant blooms that lined the shelves, creating an atmosphere that felt homely.

She was distracted, humming softly to herself as she dusted off the shelf when the door jingled again. Looking up, her eyes widened slightly at the tall figure stepping inside—a man in a dark suit, his posture casual but commanding. Her heart skipped a beat.

It was him – the man from the other night.

She recognized him instantly, though she couldn't place his name. That face—the sharp jawline, the slight stubble, the cool, collected demeanor—had stayed with her since that awful night in the alley. She still hadn’t quite figured out what had happened, or why she couldn’t shake the memory. His face lingered in the back of her mind every time she found herself alone, but the thought of him often made her skin prickle with unease.

She froze for a moment, unsure what to do. He wasn’t looking at her yet, and he seemed absorbed in browsing the shelves, his hands casually brushing over the books. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Hey, you!”

Lando's head snapped up, his hand twitching for his holster as his eyes locked onto hers for a moment. Lando kept his expression neutral, though his mind raced until he could finally place where he’d seen her before. His brows furrowed then – he hadn’t given her his name. He had left her with nothing: no reason to remember him, no reason to seek him out. 

Unless… 

No. She was looking at him with something almost like gratitude.

The girl looked different then the last time he saw her– not pale and shaking, not clutching a cup of tea like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. She was standing behind the counter of the small shop, wearing an apron dusted with flour and smelling faintly of cinnamon and roses.

Oh, and she was looking right at him.

A slow beat passed. Lando tilted his head slightly, schooling his features into something neutral. “Do I know you?”

She waved, stepping forward through the swinging gate, shifting slightly on her feet like she wasn’t sure if she should be doing this. “I—uh, I don’t know if you remember me—”

He let out a quiet laugh. 

Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea.

The Brit allowed recognition to seep into his expression. “Yeah, yeah! Of course I do,” he said smoothly, tilting his head. “How are you?”

She brightened at that, clearly relieved. “Oh! Good. Yeah, um—” she gestured vaguely toward the shop, where books lined the windowsills and flowers spilled over wooden crates.

“I—uh—” she faltered, awkwardly pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, clearly realizing only after she had called out to him that she didn’t actually know his name. “I just—um—” She gestured vaguely, eyes darting to the street like she was suddenly unsure about everything.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly, playing along. “You just…?”

She hesitated, then let out a nervous little laugh. “I just—wanted to say thanks.”

Lando raised a brow, feigning curiosity. “For what?”

She blinked up at him, almost as if she was debating whether or not she’d imagined their last encounter entirely. “The other night,” she clarified, soft but certain. “When I… you know. Sort of… had a moment.”

A moment. That was one way to describe it.

Lando allowed an easy smile to curve his lips, playing the role easily—the kind stranger who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

She wrung her hands nervously, trying to pick the right thing to say. “I work here. And, well, I saw you passing by, and I just—I felt bad about not thanking you properly before, and since you’re here now, I thought maybe—” She motioned awkwardly to the coffee bar. Her hands flailed a little, as if trying to physically grasp the right words.

Lando raised an eyebrow, amused despite himself.

She huffed, exhaling sharply before blurting out, “Do you want a free coffee?”

That… was not what he had been expecting.

He blinked. “What?”

“A coffee! Or, uh—” She hesitated, then pointed back to the menu boards. “I mean, we also have tea. And books. And flowers. I wouldn’t recommend eating the flowers, though, even if some of them are technically edible—”

Lando bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. 

“Or, um. A scone? If you like those. I mean, you don’t look like a scone person, but—”

She stopped herself, her cheeks warming. “Sorry. That was weird.”

Lando blinked. What the fuck.

This stranger who had seen something she shouldn’t have, who had been this close to being food for trees, and now she was… offering him free coffee. 

She was worrying about whether or not he was a… scone person?

Something twisted in his chest, something he couldn’t put his finger on. He wasn’t sure whether it was amusement or exasperation. For a moment, Lando just stared at her. He had been expecting to have to keep an eye on her from a distance. To make sure she hadn’t started asking too many questions, hadn’t put together the jagged pieces of what she had seen that night.

But here she was, looking at him like he was just some good Samaritan who had done a kind thing. Not the monster who had left blood on the pavement.

She gestured at the display case just beside them. “I also made cinnamon rolls earlier? They’re, um, not burned. So that’s a plus.”

He stared at her, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

She was odd, and noticeably so. There was a softness to her, like she wasn’t used to talking to people for too long. But she was also determined in that way people got when they had made up their mind about something.

It seemed she had made up her mind about him.

Lando should have walked away. Should have brushed her off, ignored her, let her exist in her little café world and left it at that. The smart thing to do would be to walk away. Instead, he found himself saying, “I wouldn’t say no to a coffee.”

Her whole face lit up. “Really?”

Lando smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, alright,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. “Surprise me.”

As she spun around and practically bounced into the backroom, Lando followed along the counter, shaking his head. 

She doesn’t remember my face. 

Good.

Lando watched as she hurriedly started making something, moving with a little too much focus—like she wanted to get it right. He leaned casually against the counter, surveying the shop. It was small but warm, shelves lined with books and carefully arranged bouquets of all sorts of flowers from lilies to chrysanthemums to peonies.

It suits her, he thought.

She quickly ducked behind the counter to prepare the coffee. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. Her hands fumbled a bit as she worked—milk, no milk? Sugar?—she couldn’t decide. She didn't want to mess it up.

But as she focused on pouring the hot liquid, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at him. He was still standing there, leaning against the counter, watching her, an unreadable expression on his face. She almost wanted to go back up to him and apologize for how weird she was being, but instead, she took a breath and tried to settle herself. She could do this. She could just be... normal.

"How’s your day been?" she asked suddenly, giving him a tentative smile. 

Is she being too friendly? Not friendly enough?

“I mean, I don’t... I don’t know what you’re in town for, but…” she gave him a once over,” —like business or something?”

Lando chuckled lightly, scanning the passing people through the large windows with an analytical gaze. “Yeah, something like that,” he replied absentmindedly, leaning back against the counter. “Mostly just meetings n’ shit. Nothin’ too excitin’.”

The coffee machine hissed, a brief distraction from the awkward silence that lingered between them. For the first time in hours, the knot in her chest loosened just a little. Surprisingly, it was him that broke the silence. Turning his attention back to her, he suddenly asked, “Why books?”

His question about the books caught her off guard, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that books were the one thing that hadn’t ever failed her. She clung to them like a lifeline, especially nowadays.

“Margot lets me do pretty much whatever I want,” she laughed lightly, clearly fond of the elderly shopkeeper. “I… uh, like to read, so I curate some stuff for here, and then if anyone finds something they like, they can just buy it.”

“D’you have a favorite?”

To his credit, he almost appeared genuinely curious. But Y/N had given her bookish rants to enough people to know how boring they were, so she gave him a smile anyway.

She hadn’t noticed how intense his eyes were – geodes of green and gray and gold. It took a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with him. His gaze was always direct, as if giving the person in front of him his full attention. Something about it made her feel nervous, analyzed.

“I… I don’t know. There’s this one I really like. The Night Circus? It’s a fantasy — sounds dumb, I know— but it’s not just about magic. It’s about… well, people, really.”

Lando’s eyes glimmered, his head tilted in interest. “Fantasy, ay? Didn’ think you were the type, to be honest.”

“Yeah,” she laughed weakly, smiling a little easier now. ��It probably sounds cringey, but that one… it’s different. It’s dark, but beautiful. Like… it’s about choices. And sacrifices. The kind of things people don’t think about until it’s too late.”

He appeared to consider her words, nodded thoughtfully. “Sounds like you’ve got a thing for dark, complicated stories.”

She laughed. Before she could think too much about it, the next words were already out of her mouth. “You’re one to talk.”

Lando smirked, but there was no malice behind it, just acknowledgement. “Fair enough. I s’ppose I’ve got a bit of a story m’self.”

The way he said it, with such casual ease, made her wonder. But before she could ask, he went on, his voice soft and steady.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re safe.”

His words were simple, but there was something in the way he said it. A beat passed before she finished making his drink and slid it toward him, smiling nervously. “Here you go. I hope you like it.”

Lando took a slow sip, keeping his expression unreadable. He could feel her eyes on him as he did.

“...So?” she asked, her voice almost hopeful.

He let the silence hang just long enough for her to start rocking on her feet. Then he gave a small nod. “Not bad.”

She visibly relaxed, pleased with herself.

Lando smirked against the rim of the cup. 

She had no idea who she was dealing with.

“You’re a good person.”

She looked up from the counter she’d been wiping at.  

Well that was unexpected.

“You’ve got a way with words,” she laughs softly.

He shrugged, the motion effortless. “I’m good at getting people to trust me.”

Just then, for a second, her pulse quickened. His words hung in the air, almost too heavy, too meaningful. But he didn’t give her too much time to think about it. Before she could think too hard about it, she watched him slip back into his suit jacket with a pensive look on his face.

"What do I call you?"

The question hung in the air for a long beat.

Lando’s heart skipped—just a beat. His brain moved fast, calculating options, weighing the risks. He could lie, give her a fake name. But there was something about her that made lying feel wrong.

He considered his options, the name he might give, but all of them felt too close to the truth. Out here, in the open, surrounded by people. It was all too exposed.

Lando opened his mouth, and the lie came naturally, like a practiced reflex. "I go by… Liam."

Liam. It wasn’t far off. Close enough to feel realistic, yet distant enough to keep his true identity unknown.

Her eyes sparkled, expressing brightening at that. "Liam. That’s nice. A strong name."

He just nodded, hoping she couldn’t see the tightness in his jaw. His phone begins to vibrate in his pocket.

"Well, Liam, it’s nice to finally know your name."

And for a moment, Lando almost believed her. For just a moment, it almost felt like he was just a man in a coffee shop, having a drink with someone who wasn’t afraid of what he was capable of.

It wasn’t long before he realized how dangerous that thought was.

Because she didn’t know.

"Yeah," he said, his voice quieter now. "Nice to meet you."

He needed to leave before he started thinking too much. But as he turned to walk out, she stopped him again. "Liam," she said, her voice softer this time, as if testing the weight of his name in her mouth. "Will I see you again?"

Will you?

The only answer that felt honest was the one he couldn’t give. Instead, he smiled—a smile that didn’t reach his eyes—and nodded.

"Maybe." And with that, he stepped out into the evening air, leaving her behind as he headed back to the real world — his world.

[skitskatdacat63]

Seb comes to Fernando's bedside to cheer him up! (aka resolving my turmoil over there being no vettonso moments yesterday)(long gif!!!)

+ what if Fernando hadn't been out sick!

[httpiastri]

i’m so far behind, where can i see macau? and when is the race?? pls help me out :(

[n0vazsq]

Take a chance with me | AP80 x Reader

pairing . . . alex powell x prema!intern!reader

summary . . . When you confess your feelings in the form of a song, Alex thinks it's directed at someone else, causing him to confess his feelings too

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 969

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . tweaked and couldn't get it to 1k words but thats ok </3 HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The late afternoon sun poured through the windows of the Prema lounge, casting a warm glow over the room. It was a rare quiet moment between races, and you were hanging out with the team’s drivers; Alex, Dion, Rashid, Kian, and Tomass.

Snacks and random jokes were flying across the room when Kian suddenly stood up, his eyes catching on something near the corner.

"Whoa, there’s a guitar in here," he said, walking over to pick it up. "Whose is this?"

"No idea," Rashid said, leaning back in his chair. "But someone clearly wanted to start a live singing session."

Kian strummed it clumsily before turning to you with a mischievous grin. "You play, don’t you? I remember someone mentioning it."

You blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… yeah, I do, but-"

"No buts," Dion interrupted, already gesturing for you to take the guitar. "Come on, you can’t just sit there while we’ve got this perfect setup. Play something for us."

The others joined in, their teasing relentless, and you sighed, finally giving in. "Fine. But if I mess up, don’t make fun of me."

You adjusted the guitar on your lap, strummed a few notes, and then began to play. The familiar melody of Take a Chance With Me filled the room, and as you started singing, the teasing stopped.

His laugh you'd die for, his laugh you'd die for The kind that colors the sky Heart intangible, slips away faster than Dandelion fluff in the sunlight And he's got swirls of passion in his eyes Uncoverin' the dreams, he dreams at night

Your voice was soft but steady, and without meaning to, your eyes kept drifting toward Alex. He was sitting across from you, unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race.

Oh, why can't we for once Say what we want, say what we feel? Oh, why can't you for once Disregard the world, and run to what you know is real? Take a chance with me, take a chance with me....

The other drivers exchanged knowing looks, smirking behind their hands as they caught on to the way your voice softened and your gaze lingered. By the time you finished, the teasing was relentless.

"Well, someone’s definitely got a muse," Tomass said, grinning.

"Yeah, who’s the guy?" Rashid added, waggling his eyebrows.

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “It’s just a song, guys. Chill.”

"Oh, sure," Kian teased. "You just ‘happened’ to look like you were singing to someone specific.” "

As they piled on, Alex’s face darkened. He forced a smile, but his mind was racing. Was the song about someone else? Maybe Dion? The thought made his chest tighten.

"I’ll be back," Alex mumbled, standing abruptly and heading for the door.

The teasing immediately stopped as the others noticed the shift in mood. Rashid raised an eyebrow and then smirked, nudging Tomass. "We should… uh, grab snacks from the kitchen."

"Yeah," Dion chimed in quickly, standing up. "Let’s go, guys."

Kian shot you a wink before following the others out. "Have fun, lovebirds."

You blinked, confused at first, but then realized Alex hadn’t come back. Sighing, you set the guitar down and went to find him.

You found Alex outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony, his hands gripping the edge tightly. He didn’t look up when you approached.

"Alex?" you said softly, stepping closer.

He glanced at you briefly before looking away. "Hey."

There was a tension in his voice that made your chest ache. "What’s wrong? Did I do something?"

"No," he said quickly, shaking his head. "It’s just… the song."

You frowned. "What about it?"

He hesitated, his jaw tightening. "It sounded… personal. Like it was about someone." He paused, exhaling sharply. "Is it Dion? Or someone else?"

Your heart sank as you realized what he was thinking. "Alex…"

"You don’t have to explain," he cut in, his voice quieter now. "I just… I thought maybe…"

"Alex," you interrupted, stepping in front of him so he had no choice but to meet your eyes. "It’s not about Dion or anyone else. It’s about you. Always has been."

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked completely stunned. "Me?"

You nodded, your cheeks burning. "Yeah. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if you felt the same, but every word… it’s all about you."

He stared at you, the tension in his shoulders melting away as your words sank in. "You… you mean that?"

"I do," you said softly.

Before you could say anything else, Alex pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"I’ve liked you for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I didn’t think I had a chance."

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "Well, now you know."

He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can’t believe I almost walked away without saying anything."

"You’re lucky the guys forced us into this moment," you teased lightly.

Alex grinned, his expression softening. "Yeah, I guess I owe them one."

The moment hung in the air, and before you could overthink it, Alex leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was sweet and full of all the feelings you’d both been holding back.

When you pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his smile impossibly wide. "So… is this the part where I take a chance with you?"

You laughed, your heart feeling impossibly full. "It’s about time."

From inside, you could hear the faint sound of the others cheering and hollering, clearly eavesdropping. But right now, none of that mattered.

All that mattered was Alex, his hand in yours, and the feeling of finally being exactly where you were meant to be.

It felt…. right.

[landoposition]

| norstappen x are we still friends? - tyler, the creator

all i have about norstappen is angst by the way. they're my most analyzed duo ngl

[alexturntable]

"You've been with Carlos now for four years, what will you miss about him?" "I think just Carlos the person"

[ezisregrettinglifedecisions]

DUDE DUDE DUDE

Do you know where I can find the video of all the Prema boys (f2 f3 f4) singing I want it that way??? It was on their Instagram but I can’t find it now 😭😭

OMG YES!

I was looking for this literally an hour ago.

It's on Prema's tiktok and it was posted on the 2nd of May.

Hope you're able to find it!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeseynYR/

(That should be the link)

[countingstars-17]

i feel that this latest interview with max in which he talks about the inchident is a natural extension of the interview that ziggo did with charles a few years ago. first charles gives a very detailed account of what happened that day: them battling on track and knocking each other out, max going straight into a puddle and them being disqualified from the race. then comes max who gives an explanation of the famous interview and how the "just an inchident " has become a funny joke between them. we finally have the full story, let's pretend that they did this interview together.

[mara-xx]

Praying to whatever higher deity exists that Oscar’s helmet has pink on it and it’s not just a trick of the light (it’s totally the light)

[pacifierbby]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WHEN THREE BECOMES FOUR MASTERLIST

* ੈ✩‧₊ when the Norris family turns from three to four join their mini-series and see how little Noah copes with his new brother or sister

୨ৎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 LN4 dad x fem reader mom

୨ৎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none

୨ৎ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ