#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]

Just like | AP80 x Reader

pairing . . . alex powell x gf!reader

summary . . . You knew Alex was clingy, but it was the one thing the other Prema drivers loved to tease him about

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i legit finished writing this then just left it bc i didnt have the energy to publish?? like girl?? anyway there will be a gabriel (bortoleto) and jamal (musiala) update today so yes!! might write two smaus but ill see until then!

. . . Hanging out with Alex and the other Prema drivers was always a good time, but if there was one thing his teammates loved to tease him about, it was how clingy he got whenever you were around.

Not that you minded. Alex’s affection was one of the many reasons you loved him. It was just funny seeing him squirm when the guys decided to give him a hard time about it.

The first time it happened after a particularly tiring race weekend. Alex had just climbed out of the car, soaked in sweat and grinning from ear to ear after a podium finish.

You had barely stepped into the paddock when he spotted you, immediately heading in your direction. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and he buried his face in your shoulder.

"Alex, you’re sweaty!" you laughed, trying to push him away, but he refused to let go.

"Don’t care," he murmured. "I missed you."

From behind him, Dion’s voice rang out. "Mate, she was gone for what, two hours?"

"Not even," added Rashid, crossing his arms and grinning. "And you’re acting like you haven’t seen her in weeks."

"Leave him alone," you said, playfully defending Alex while running a hand through his damp hair. "He deserves some love after that race."

"Deserve it all the time," Alex mumbled against your shoulder, making you laugh.

Dion pretended to gag. "God, get a room. Or at least shower first, Alex. We can smell you from here."

Alex shot them a glare but didn’t loosen his hold on you. If anything, he tightened his arms around your waist, as if daring them to say something else.

Another moment came a few days later in the Prema lounge. The team had gathered to relax and watch some old race footage, with snacks scattered across the table.

You’d come by to hang out, not expecting Alex to immediately pull you onto the couch next to him. His arm draped over your shoulder, and he leaned in so close it was like he thought you might disappear if he gave you even an inch of space.

"Comfy?" you teased, tilting your head to look at him.

"Always comfy with you," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

"Does she have to sit here?" Kean groaned, gesturing at how you and Alex were practically glued together. "It’s like you’re incapable of being apart for five minutes."

"Jealous, Kean?" Alex shot back, smirking.

"Not at all. I just don’t get how she puts up with you," Kean retorted, earning laughs from Dion, Rashid and Tomass.

"I think it’s sweet," Tomass chimed in, though there was a teasing glint in his eyes. "You know, in a borderline obsessive kind of way."

"Obsessive?" Alex frowned, looking genuinely offended.

"You’re literally holding her hand right now," Dion pointed out. "And we’re just sitting here watching TV. What’s next? You’re going to spoon feed her snacks?"

Alex’s ears turned red, but he didn’t let go of your hand. "You guys are just jealous because I have someone who actually likes me."

"That’s debatable," Rashid argued, earning a laugh from you.

Then there was the time the team decided to have a movie night at Tomass' place. You and Alex had shown up together, of course, and he immediately claimed the corner of the couch, pulling you down next to him.

His head rested on your shoulder, his legs stretched out across the cushions, effectively blocking anyone else from sitting too close.

"Alex, you’re hogging the couch," Kean complained as he tried to squeeze into the remaining space.

"Plenty of room on the floor," Alex replied without moving an inch.

"You’re so annoying," Dion muttered, grabbing a beanbag chair instead. "Does she even get to breathe, or are you going to steal all her oxygen too?"

"She’s fine," Alex said, reaching up to intertwine his fingers with yours. "Aren’t you, love?"

You nodded, suppressing a laugh. "Perfectly fine."

"See?" Alex smirked, looking smug.

Rashid rolled his eyes. "Man, I don’t know how you’re not sick of him yet. He’s like a koala. Clings to you for dear life."

"Hey, koalas are adorable," you defended, running your fingers through Alex’s hair. "And besides, I like it."

"Unbelievable," Tomass muttered, shaking his head. "You two are insufferable."

The teasing didn’t stop even during more serious moments. After a track walk one morning, Alex had casually grabbed your hand as you walked back to the garage. It wasn’t a big deal to you, but it apparently caught the attention of his teammates.

"Alex, do you think she’s going to get lost on the way back?" Tomass joked, pointing at your intertwined hands.

"No, I just like holding her hand," Alex replied, completely unfazed.

"You’re hopeless," Dion sighed, though he couldn’t hide his grin. "You know that, right?"

Alex shrugged. "I’d rather be hopeless than alone."

"That’s… weirdly sweet," Kean admitted, looking mildly impressed for once. "Still clingy as hell, though."

One morning, the team decided to grab breakfast together before heading to the track.

You were sitting next to Alex, and as usual, he was finding little excuses to touch you; whether it was holding your hand under the table, brushing a crumb off your cheek, or leaning in to quietly ask if you needed anything.

"Do you ever just… sit still?" Rashid asked, watching as Alex handed you the honey before you’d even asked for it.

"Not when she’s around," Alex replied, unashamed. "Have to make sure she’s taken care of."

"She’s not a toddler, Alex," Tomass said, rolling his eyes. "She can pour her own honey."

"Yeah, but I like doing it for her," Alex shot back, his tone completely sincere.

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Okay, now you’re just giving them more points."

"It’s worth it," Alex said, grinning as he kissed your cheek. "Let them talk."

By the end of the day, you’d heard enough teasing to last you a lifetime, but you could tell Alex didn’t care. If anything, he was even more clingy, unapologetically showing his affection no matter what anyone said.

As you walked out of the garage together, his arm draped over your shoulders, you leaned into him with a smile. "You know they’re never going to stop teasing you, right?"

"Let them," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "As long as I have you, I don’t care what they think."

"You’re such a sap," you teased, but your heart swelled at his words.

"Only for you," he replied, grinning. And in that moment, you knew you wouldn’t change a thing about him, clinginess and all.

It was just like perfection.

Well, nearly. It was as close as you could get to perfection.

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[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.

[albonious]

a guide to the 2025 f1 grid and their siblings

based on articles, interviews and posts on public accounts of drivers’ parents and siblings.

mclaren

lando norris - middle child, one older brother oliver (1996), two younger sisters flo (05.02.2002) and cisca (12.07.2005)

oscar piastri - eldest child, three younger sisters hattie (21.12.2002), edie (2005) and mae (2007)

ferrari

charles leclerc - middle child, one older half brother lorenzo (07.11.1988), one younger brother arthur (14.10.2000)

lewis hamilton - middle child, two older half sisters samantha and nicola, one younger half brother nicolas (28.02.1992)

red bull racing

max verstappen - eldest child, one younger sister victoria (22.10.1999), two younger half sisters blue jaye (04.09.2014) and mila faye (18.12.2020), one younger half brother jason jaxx (30.04.2019)

liam lawson - middle child, two older sisters jessica (1993/1994) and holly (2000/2001), one younger brother marcos (2004/2005), one younger sister leah (2005/2006)

mercedes

george russell - youngest child, one older sister cara (01.06.1985), one older brother benjy (18.07.1986)

kimi antonelli - eldest child, one younger sister maggie (15.05.2014)

aston martin

fernando alonso - youngest child, one older sister lorena (1976)

lance stroll - youngest child, one older sister chloe (11.04.1995)

alpine

pierre gasly - youngest child, four older half brothers nicolas, cyril, philippe and paul

jack doohan - youngest child, one older sister allexis (01.07.1999)

haas

esteban ocon - only child

ollie bearman - eldest child, one younger brother thomas (07.08.2009), one younger sister amalie (19.12.2011)

vcarb

yuki tsunoda - eldest child, one younger sister riko (2002)

isack hadjar - unclear, one sister anaïs

williams

alex albon - eldest child, three younger sisters zoe (03.06.1997), alicia (02.07.1999), and chloe (26.07.2000), one younger brother luca (10.04.2002)

carlos sainz - middle child, one older sister blanca (1993), one younger sister ana (1998)

sauber

nico hülkenberg - unclear, one sister stephanie

gabriel bortoleto - youngest child, one older brother enzo (05.09.1998)

[f1-stuff]

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

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part twenty-four: dinner, but like, in a friend way

word count: 2.4k

warnings: none

twenty-three | twenty-four | twenty-five

The low hum of the engine filled the quiet street as Lando pulled up to her place, honking twice—impatient, as always—before she even had a chance to text him and ask why he was here on a Saturday afternoon.

She stepped outside, brow raised, dressed in a casual sweatshirt and well-worn jeans. Leaning down as he rolled down the window, the loose flyaways from her claw-clipped hair fluttered in the breeze.

“Did we have plans I forgot about?”

Lando grinned, reaching over to push open the passenger door. “Yeah. Get in.”

She narrowed her eyes, suspicion laced with amusement. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

She hesitated, still watching him suspiciously as she climbed in. “This isn’t a kidnapping situation, right? I feel like I should confirm.”

“Obviously not,” he said, faux-offended. “If I wanted to kidnap you, I’d do a much better job. You’d never even see me coming.”

She rolled her eyes. “Right, of course. How silly of me.”

Lando pulled out onto the road, the Monaco night glittering around them. The city lights blurred past, casting golden reflections across his face. He drove without his usual recklessness, which was enough to raise her suspicions again. No sharp turns, no unnecessary speeding, no sudden lane changes just to mess with her. Just steady, smooth driving.

“…Are you feeling alright?” she asked after a few minutes, glancing over at him.

“What?”

“You’re driving like a normal person.”

Lando scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m trying to be considerate, you muppet.”

“That’s new.”

“The muppet bit or the consideration bit?”

“The second one.”

“”Wow. Rude.”

She laughed, tucking her legs up onto the seat as she settled in. “So? Where are we going?”

“I promised to show you around, didn’t I?” Lando shot her a quick glance, lips twitching. “Figured I’d start with the best Chinese food in town.”

Her eyebrows shot up, surprised. “Oh? And you’re this confident it’s the best?”

Well, it’s got three Michelin stars, so…

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

They weaved through the streets of Monte Carlo, the city glowing in gold and deep navy hues. When Lando finally pulled up in front of the restaurant, she let out a breath, eyes widening slightly.

The building was stunning—sleek, sophisticated, with elegant gold-accented décor visible through the glass windows. Soft lighting spilled out onto the street, creating a warm glow against the night. It was effortlessly beautiful, modern yet steeped in quiet luxury.

The restaurant itself was a blend of sleek black and gold, polished marble, and soft ambient lighting that spilled onto the pavement outside. It looked like the kind of place where reservations were made months in advance.

“Holy shit.”

Lando smirked. “Told you.”

“This is—this place is for Chinese food?” she asked, staring at the building.

“The best.”

Her eyes darted to him, lips parting slightly before she let out a small laugh. “And this is what you call casual?”

“Obviously,” he deadpanned, stepping out of the car.

She turned to him, suddenly self-conscious about the hoodie and jeans she had thrown on. “Liam—”

“Don’t worry about it.” He was already stepping out of the car.

“Liam, I feel underdressed,” she insisted, still sitting in her seat.

He leaned down, peering at her through the open car door with that infuriatingly unreadable expression of his. “Not many people come here anyway.” 

A lie.

She squinted at him, skeptical. But with a shake of her head, she got out of the car, and he led her inside.

Inside, the atmosphere was somehow even more stunning—deep emerald and gold tones, plush seating, and an air of quiet exclusivity. It smelled incredible, rich spices and crisp, fresh aromas mingling in the air. The table he led her to gave her a chance to admire the interior design up close – ornate yet modern, a delicate balance of traditional elegance and contemporary luxury. She barely had time to take it all in before she noticed something odd. The restaurant was… empty. Not a single patron in sight.

“Are we early or something?” she asked, glancing around.

Lando didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, something like that.” 

No one else is allowed in, but sure. That works too.

In reality, Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo had taken it upon themselves to cover the entrance and exit, ensuring the place stayed clear for the night. Max Fewtrell had coordinated with the staff, and a generous tip had been paid to keep the doors locked to anyone but them. If that hadn’t worked, well… there was always the gun option. But Lando preferred tipping. It made things less complicated.

A waiter appeared almost instantly, as if summoned by some invisible force, guiding them to a private table set by the window. The skyline of Monte Carlo stretched beyond the glass, glowing under the night sky.

She sat down, still glancing around, unsure. “This is—”

“The best Chinese food in town,” Lando finished smoothly, already picking up the menu.

Lando glanced at her, watching the way she took everything in, eyes bright with curiosity. He liked showing her things—pieces of his world, places he had frequented. It felt… grounding, in a way he hadn’t expected.

They were barely seated when he grabbed the menu, skimming it for all of two seconds before setting it down.

“Alright, I already know what I’m getting. Are you good to order?”

She lifted an eyebrow, amused. “That was fast.”

“I have a system.”

She glanced down at the menu, scanning it. “Okay, so what’s your go-to?”

“Truffle dim sum, and—”

She snorted, looking incredulous. “Truffle dim sum? Wow. You really are fancy, huh?”

Lando shrugged, unbothered. “I have taste.”

She rolled her eyes but was still smiling. “What else?”

“Spring rolls. Obviously.”

She hummed, scanning the menu. “How many?”

“...Yes.”

She blinked at him, then burst out laughing. “Liam.”

“Seventeen.”

She simply stared at him, speechless.

“What?”

“You cannot order that many spring rolls.”

“Watch me.”

She shook her head, looking way too pleased with herself. Lando shrugged, lounging back in his seat. “Let’s call it a healthy appreciation.”

Her laugh caught in her throat, and she bit her lip to keep it from escaping. “You’re ridiculous.”

But even though she said it with affection, she couldn’t ignore the small knot of tension in her chest. There was something different about him tonight. Something that didn’t quite sit right. It wasn’t just the way he acted so confident. It was the sharpness in his eyes, the way he kept his distance in his own quiet, knowing way.

And for the first time in a while, he wasn’t thinking about work, or deals, or the person he had to be outside of moments like this. He could shed that skin, leave it at the door. Here, with her, he wasn’t the Reaper. Just Liam.

And Liam had very strong opinions about spring rolls.

As they settled into their booth, a phone rang on the table beside them—his phone.

The screen flashed with an unknown French number.

Lando didn’t even flinch. He glanced at it for a second, then swiped the screen off without answering. His focus stayed entirely on her, and for just a second, it was as if the call never interrupted them in the first place.

But before the mood could shift, his mind had already found something else focused on something else entirely. When the waiter returned, Lando leaned in, hands folded as though this was all just a normal dinner, a normal night.

Except nothing with Lando Norris was ever really normal.

Lando listened with half a smirk as she rambled on about something—he wasn’t even sure what anymore. A book she was reading? Some debate in class? Maybe it was about that stupid little café cat she claimed had a “deep, ancient soul” despite the fact that it was probably dumber than a box of rocks. It didn’t really matter.

What mattered was the way she talked, the way her hands moved animatedly, the way she stole one of his spring rolls off the plate with absolutely no remorse. He let her.

Somewhere between her ranting and the dim glow of candlelight flickering against her skin, the thought struck him.

When was the last time he went on a date?

This would be a nice place to take someone on a date. The ambiance, the exclusivity, the fact that they had an entire Michelin-star restaurant to themselves. He could picture it—soft laughter, shared plates, whispered conversations over expensive wine…

Not that this was a date.

Obviously.

But if it were—hypothetically—it wouldn’t be a bad one.

He shook the thought away, refocusing just as she finished whatever she was saying, looking at him excitedly. He wondered briefly how they’d gotten here, this level of familiarity– how someone so strange and unusual had fallen into the melodrama that was his life. He wondered when she went from someone he barely tolerated to someone he saw himself having dinner with. Usually, he preferred to have dinner alone in his office where he could work or unwind as he pleased without risking being disrupted by anyone else.

He found that perhaps having dinner with company wasn’t so bad after all. He could get used to this, perhaps once in a while.

This wasn’t a date, obviously. But still.

It was a nice place to take someone on a date. Dim lighting, good food, a quiet corner of the city where no one would bother them. And she looked—well. She always looked nice, but tonight, even in casual clothes, she looked like she belonged here in a way that made his chest feel tight.

Maybe that was why he had done all this in the first place. Not because he was trying to impress her, but because—

Because he just wanted to see her smile before he left.

He cleared his throat, suddenly restless. “M’leavin, by the way.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“Just to Brazil, for a couple’a days. For a business trip,” he clarified. The words tasted foreign in his mouth. Business trip. He supposed that’s what it was, in a way. Not one he could ever explain to her, but still.

She groaned dramatically, slumping against the back of her chair. “That’s annoying.”

His brow furrowed slightly. “Why?”

“Because how am I supposed to study without you? It’s like you want me to fail.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Yeah, that’s my master plan—sabotaging your law school dreams. Clearly.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “At least bring me back something to make up for it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re giving me homework?”

“Call it extra credit,” she quipped, propping her chin on her hand. “How about some Brazilian coffee? Or—wait! Something cool, something I can actually keep.”

“I’m going for business, not shopping.” His lips twitched. “You’ll survive.”

“Debatable.” She leaned back, eyeing him. “Since you are abandoning me, I want a souvenir. Something special. Coffee or—” she paused, thinking, “—actually, surprise me.”

He scoffed indignantly. “I’ll be busy– I do have things to do, you know.”

She waved a hand dismissively. “You can multitask.”

Lando rolled his eyes, but there was something warm in his chest, something unfamiliar yet not entirely unpleasant. He raised a brow. “You’re very demanding for someone who’s getting nothing.”

She gasped. “Liam.”

He bit back a grin at her scandalized expression.

“I’ll think about it,” he said, standing.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, looking like she’d won the lotto instead. Immediately after, she seemed to remember something, so she shrugged. “You know, school’s gonna suck without you anyway.”

His fingers drummed against the table. “School sucks regardless.”

“Yeah, but it sucks less when you’re there.”

It was casual, easy—just a throwaway comment—but something about the way she said it made him pause.

She rolled her eyes and stood as well, nudging his arm as they walked out of the restaurant together. The night air was cool, the streets quieter at this hour. They reached his car, but she hesitated before getting in.

“Give me your hand.”

“What? No, m’not doing that.”

She looked up at him, and something about the way the streetlights casted their swathed her in their light made her expression seem almost sad. But he blinked, and it was gone.

“Please?” 

Fuckin’ hell.

With a resigned sigh, he extended his wrist. Then, without warning, she turned to him, pulling something from her own wrist—a bracelet, woven threads of charcoal grey and deep green, slightly frayed at the edges from wear.

“Here.”

He blinked, taken aback. “What’s this?”

She didn’t answer right away, just took his wrist, wrapping the bracelet around it with gentle fingers, tying a knot to secure it.

Something about the way she did it—focused, delicate, like it was something important—made his throat feel tight. He could feel the warmth of her fingertips against his skin, the briefest, softest grazes. Maybe he was imagining it, but each touch seemed to linger.

Lando stared at it.

“This is—”

“A souvenir,” she finally said, voice quieter now. “Something to remember me by.”

Lando stared down at it, feeling oddly… unsteady.

It was just a few threads. Nothing expensive, nothing particularly significant. But he knew she’d worn it for a long time. He glanced from the bracelet to her, caught off guard in a way that felt unfamiliar and unsettling. A stupid little thing, really—frayed edges, uneven knots—but he couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him something just because. He flexed his fingers, watching how the bracelet moved with him.

Then he looked at her.

She grinned. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

His jaw tightened for half a second before he gave a slow nod. “Yeah.”

A pause.

Then—so quick he almost missed it—she leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. Just a brief warmth, nothing more.

Lando barely managed to suppress whatever instinct made his breath hitch.

She pulled back like it was nothing, still smiling. “Safe travels, Liam.”

He forced a smirk, ignoring the way his fingers curled slightly against the table. 

“You’ll , uh, be careful, yeah? Take care n’ all that?” His voice was lower than he meant it to be.

She smiled, bright and sure. “Of course. I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded, opening the car door for her. She slid in, and as he rounded to the driver’s side, he caught himself glancing down at his wrist again. It was only a few threads, tied with a simple knot. And yet, for some reason, it felt heavier than anything he’d ever worn before.

a/n: how are we doing chat.

[httpiastri]

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

[n0vazsq]

𝑨via's 𝑰ntro & 𝑴asterlist

‹𝟹 𝐀lexavia . . . xvi. eurasian. ‎ she!her. ‎ 31/12. ‎ capricorn.‎ ‎ istj. ‎ motorsport lover. ‎ culer.‎ ‎ tifosi. ‎ unlabelled. ‎ dyslexic.

‎‎ ۶ৎ .ᐟ 𝑚asterlist ୨ৎ 𝑟equests & 𝑔uidelines ୨ৎ 𝑖nbox ୨ৎ 𝑤ho 𝑖 𝑤rite 𝑓or ୨ৎ 𝑐urrent 𝑤orks

‹𝟹 𝐎ther 𝐒ocials . . . 𝑤attpad ୨ৎ 𝑝interest ୨ৎ 𝑐.ai ୨ৎ 𝑎lt

۶ৎ .ᐟ summer event . . .

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

These three always look like they’re in the same font family just different font styles

Also i fear i may have a type 🫣

[fourisafan]

alex albon relationship headcanons

➜summary: how i imagine a relationship with alex albon would be (gn!reader) ➜word count: 500 words ➜content warnings: brief mentions of arguments ➜author's note: this is my first fic, please be nice!

alex is incredibly goofy, we know this, and he's not afraid to be so with you

expect plenty of teasing jokes and playful jabs at your expense, but alex also knows when to stop to avoid upsetting you

despite his playful nature, alex is also just so incredibly sweet

your personal assistant stylist and photographer all in one

no matter what you do whether its another sport, studies, or just a plain old job (or not even that!), alex will be your biggest fan, your number one cheerleader

and of course, he appreciates all the love and support you give him in response, especially when you show up to races

performs better when you're in the paddock, but always jokes that you being there makes him more nervous

wants to end up on the podium again so he can lift you and kiss you in front of everyone in parc ferme (depending on the country you're in, of course)

speaking of kisses, alex is just so passionate, i know he is

loves to have his hands on your waist so he tug you close as can be - he loves feeling your body pressed against his as you two kiss

something tells me he'd be grossed out by morning kisses because he wants you both to brush your teeth first

loves to kiss your cheeks, especially as a way to surprise you

alex definitely loves to pick you up and spin you around when he hugs you, especially if you haven't seen each other in a while

not super clingy in public, but a certified cuddler in private - you cannot get this man off you

expose him for his clinginess, do it

secretly loves it when you come to him for a hug or a cuddle when you're upset - he loves feeling like he's protecting you

arguments are few and far between tbh

him and george were having dinner together after fighting on track, so trust me, you two will be perfectly fine

alex much prefers talking things out with you, and taking time to go your separate ways and calm down if things get too heated

he hatehatehates arguing with you, it's his least favourite thing in the world

loves a restaurant date with you for the aesthetics and the sight of you all dressed up

but secretly.. he prefers at home dates significantly more

loves sharing clothes and accessories with you, and doesn't care what style you wear - he's rocking it nonetheless

you two get a simplistic piece of matching jewellery that alex never takes off, not even when he gets in the car

not afraid to flaunt you if you're okay with it - he loves you and he wants you there in every part of his life, both public and private

lowkey wouldn't mind staying private, but literally everything is up to you, it's all your call

he's just a massive goofball who's too in love with you for words

and yes, he is perpetually teased about that lmfao

© all rights to fourisafan 2025.

[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)

[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

[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!

[cyclonixi]