Switched Back To True Blue Color Palette And My Eyes Are HURTING

the picture ᴼᴾ⁸¹

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Theme: fluff

Word Count: 663

you looked around the beautiful street feeling absolutely blessed to be in such a gorgeous place with your even more gorgeous boyfriend. usually, oscar was away in some other country for his races, but there wasn't going to be a race for a few weeks so you were able to spend a few weeks with each other.

his gaze met yours and he nodded his head to the left and when you found where his eyes were pointing you let out an excited squeal and reached up to kiss his cheek.

you had always loved photo booths and had boxes full with ones you’d been through with your friends, but none with your boyfriend.

the two of you crossed the street, hands never leaving each other’s as you got closer to the charming little booth that seemed to be inside the wall.

sliding his coins into the little slot out front he, pulled away the curtain and held out his arm, “ladies first.”

you pulled the corners of your dress up a bit and curtsied, “why thank you, kind sir.”

while the photo booth looked vintage from the outside, it was quite modern on the inside, telling them to “pose during the countdown and wait for the flash”.

“what do we do,” oscar pressed his cheek against your shoulder, “c’mon, what?”

you looked at the screen and saw how sweet he looked with his face pressed up against you so you laid your head on his shoulders and decided that would be the first pose.

you and oscar had been dating for many months, and had liked each other for quite a while before that. despite having been with him so long, neither of you had managed to say “the l word” yet, but that certainly didn’t mean you didn’t love him.

everything about the boy had had you captured since you’d first met. from his mis-matched socks to his beautiful smile, you were gone for him almost immediately.

you wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but worried since he hadn’t said it to you yet, and thought that maybe the love was one sided.

you felt a poke on your cheek and looked up at your smiling boyfriend who was once again asking what they should do, unable to get your thoughts of love out of your head, you stared dumbfounded at your boyfriend and before you could register the camera was flashing again.

this time you were sure, it was the most perfect moment possible and even if he didn’t say it back, at least he would know how truly loved he is.

“smile for the camera,” the screen went back to the countdown. “three, two-“

before the camera could flash again, you leaned up and whispered in your boyfriends ear, “i love you.”

you felt his head jerk away from your face and simultaneously your heart crumble to bits. you looked at his shocked face on the screen, jaw hanging low and eyes wide. he slowly turned to you before reaching up to brush his fingers against your cheek.

you had kissed before obviously, but it was never anything like this. It was slow paced and his hand stayed pressed against your cheek, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.

your hand tangled its self in his hair and pulled him in closer, if that was even possible. his hand moved from your cheek to around the back of your neck ad pulled you in closer just as you had done.

the screen flashed and the room lit up, frightening you both out of the moment the camera had definitely managed to capture. he rested his forehead against your own and brought his hand back up to your cheek.

"i love you too," oscar stood up and pulled you up with him for another kiss before stepping out of the booth, pulling the curtain away for you. "i call dibs on the picture, by the way."

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I have been on Tumblr for months now but I still don’t know how to use it

people who say “I block for spam liking” like damn sorry that you hate joy. Every time someone goes through and likes 3829278 posts on my blog I’m filled with a love and power that you will never know and I pity you

*sweating, whole body shaking while I stare at a google doc* would he fucking say that????

I love when people are like “I can’t believe you reblogged that despite their user name, icon, bio, and last twenty posts” bc to me my dash is the only part of this website and I’m not slowing down to look at urls you could all be the same person

Happy 100 bffz!!! 💗💌🫀

would you write more aaron warner fics soon?

yes!! Just bear with me lol I have my final exams in may 15 - 28 and after that uni is over for me 🥸🫂

But I am still posting some drabble fics at the moment 🤍

Holding You Gently - LN (Shy Series)

Summary: Lando's dependence on y/n's constant companionship is beginning to leave him longing for her when she can't be around.

PSA: This series kind of has no real sense of time or chronological order. So if some of these don't make sense bc you're reading them in order of upload or trying to follow

Lando's hand is linked tightly to y/n's as they walk through the paddock, heading to the unit. It's Saturday and Lando woke up seeming apparently feeling very clingy.

Y/n is almost certain that they haven't spent more than 30 seconds without him touching her somehow.

Usually y/n would tuck herself away in Lando's driver room, maybe have a nap or just usually eat the snacks that they tuck away in there for him.

"No, baby come with me." Lando murmurs making her look at him in confusion. "Please?"

"Ok. Is everything ok?" Y/n asks softly while Lando smiles brightly at her.

"Yeah, I just want you to stay with me a bit longer." Lando smiles earning a grin from her before she gestures for them to go ahead with him leading.

Y/n keeps fairly quiet as she watches Lando interacting with his team, all while she stands off to the side, just watching him carefully. It's nice getting to see him in his element, really proving that there is much more than just hopping in the car and smiling for a camera when it comes to these drivers.

Lando might have his slightly dumber moments, but when it really comes down to work. He's smarter than y/n really gives him credit for.

"Get in the car baby." Lando smiles making her look at him with wide eyes. She'd zoned out just watching him and focusing on her thoughts in the moment. "I need a new lock screen."

The mechanics look like they want to poke at the young man for being so soft with his girlfriend but they don't make a comment knowing that y/n is shy and easily provoked into disappearing. Which would in turn, piss Lando off a lot and they don't need to be the reason for him being in a bad mood. If they've learned anything when it comes to Lando it's to not ever dare to even think about fucking with y/n.

Lando picks up his helmet once y/n is seated in the cockpit then gently helps her put the helmet on.

"How does it feel?" Lando asks as she seems to shift to try and get more comfortable.

"I don't know if I could handle this." Y/n murmurs while Lando laughs a little and smiles bright at her. "I can't even drive a normal car very well, never mind this. I'd probably crash on the first attempt at even getting out the garage."

"You are not that bad. A little scary when you get confident with the speed, but I trust you not to hurt my other baby." Lando smiles while patting the papaya car. "Can I get a picture? Please?"

"Yeah, of course you can." Y/n smiles brightly before she burns up under the helmet that hides it for the most part.

He takes photos on his phone and then whips out his camera, making his intention of sharing this moment clear. Although some of the angles, he's clearly going for a bit of a faceless element to it.

-

The sprint shootout being delayed is honestly making everyone bored. Especially Lando who is sitting in garage with a pout.

"Sorry, boys. I gotta go." Lando states trying to get to the back and spotting y/n who is just looking at her phone, as she always does. Trying to act as if she doesn't exist.

"Hello, beautiful." Lando smiles catching her attention which does make her look up in a bit of shock that he's over there talking to her. "Wanna come to my drivers room for a bit? Someone will come get us."

Y/n nods pulling off the headphones and letting him take her out of there.

"Lan...is everything ok?" Y/n asks making Lando look at her in confusion. "Just you've been...keep me close this weekend."

"I don't know, I just don't like being away from you right now." Lando murmurs earning a sad expression, lip pouted in a way that makes him rush forward and kiss her a couple times. "I'm ok. I just want to be around you all the time. Maybe...I'm a bit needy."

Y/n just completely melts at that, her arms wrap around him and he lifts her legs up around his waist, managing to hold her impossibly tighter.

"Mmm...I love you hugs...and just you. I love you so much." Lando groans nuzzling his head into her neck and breathing in the scent. "I just want to keep you all to myself, I hate leaving you even for races."

"But I love watching you race...you were born for it, baby." Y/n whispers before she just holds on to him. "I sometimes want you all to myself too, especially when you're like this with me."

Lando sighs as he sits down, keep her legs around his waist and just enjoying the quiet moments of peace and serenity he gets with her. Life is only good with her, but it's even better when he just gets to give her his whole attention without a second thought of anything else.

But of course, work calls.

"Lando, time to go bud!"

Hello everything is fine?

I would like to ask Aaron Warner for something, I imagine something, where maybe the reader got hurt and Aaron takes care of her, changing her bandages, doing the reader's work and well... hugs, LOTS of hugs

Sanctuary.

pairings: Aaron Warner x Reader

summary: his top priority will always be you.

warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, soft Aaron, bf!AaronWarner…

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Your day had started like any other, but little did you know that it would take an unexpected turn. As a dedicated commander in the sector, you often found yourself caught up in the chaos of everyday life. On this particular day, however, fate had something else in store for you.

A mundane trip to the training room turned into a clumsy misadventure as you stumbled on an uneven pavement, twisting your ankle. As you winced in pain, you couldn’t help but be grateful that it wasn’t something more serious. Still, the throbbing ache in your ankle demanded attention.

Fortunately, your boyfriend, Aaron Warner, had insisted on accompanying you. His abilities, a gift or perhaps a curse, allowed him to sense the emotions and physical well-being of those around him. Today, as he accompanied you to the training room or gym, an unsettling feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. His instincts were telling him that something wasn’t right.

Aaron swiftly made his way towards you, his mind already calculating the best course of action. As he approached, you tried to hide the pain, a brave smile on your face.

“Love, are you okay?” He asked you, concern etched on his face.

You managed a half-smile, trying to downplay the situation. “I’m fine. Just a little twist, nothing major.” you insisted, but your attempt at bravado was met with a skeptical arch of his eyebrow.

But your boyfriend obviously wasn’t convinced. Aaron took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he peered into your eyes. “You’re hurt,” he stated, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

You sighed, relenting under his intense gaze. “Okay, maybe a little. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Aaron, however, was having none of it. With a stern expression, He gently lifted your body, carrying you in a bridal style. ”Let’s get you home and take a look at that ankle.” His touch was both reassuring and possessive, as if he could shield you from any harm with just the strength of his presence.

“I can still walk by myself, you know. I still have my other one.” You stated stubbornly that made him chuckle in amusement,

“Mhm, I know you can but let me, love.” He said as you opened your mouth to protest, but you noticed his tone and action that silenced you. It wasn’t a request; it was a statement. He wanted you to rest and be comfortable.

Once you guys were at your shared bedroom, Aaron guided you to the bed and insisted you put your feet up to the little chair he brought. He then kissed your forehead, “I will be right back, my love.” And he disappeared somewhere, returning with an ice pack and a first aid kit.

“I think I might have some bandages somewhere in here,” he mumbled, rifling through the contents of the first aid kit.

He then carefully assessed the extent of your injuries. His fingers traced the lines of a bruise, his touch gentle yet purposeful. “You need to take better care of yourself,” he chided softly, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection.

“You don’t have to be worried about me.” You insist.

His lips curled into a small, affectionate smile. “Love, it’s kind of my thing, worrying about you. Now, let me finish this, and we can cuddle to sleep.”

As he worked, Aaron’s mind raced with thoughts of how he could make things easier for you. His protective instincts kicked into overdrive, and he couldn’t fathom the idea of you enduring unnecessary pain.

"Better?" he asked, looking up at you with a soft smile.

You nodded, grateful for your beloved. “Much better. Thank you, darling.”

He sat down beside you, placing a soft kiss to your lips and softly pinching your nose. “You are very much welcome, my love. Now, you just rest here. I’ll take care of everything else, yeah?”

And true to his word, your boyfriend seamlessly stepped into the role of caretaker. He fetched a warm tea and was making sure you were comfortable on the bed. He even went as far as grabbing your book and setting it up on the bedside table. ”I've got everything under control,” he assured you, his gaze warm and reassuring.

You couldn’t help but smile at his unwavering support. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Aaron smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "I will try my best. Now, get some rest, love”

As you settled into the sanctuary of the shared bedroom, Warner didn’t leave your side. Instead, he draped a blanket over your shoulders, peppered you with kisses, played with your hair, and hugged you most of the day. The concern in his eyes never wavered.

Hours passed, marked by the occasional murmur of conversation and the gentle hum of the surroundings. Aaron, always vigilant, kept an eye on you, ensuring that you were comfortable and at ease. The day transformed into a quiet sanctuary, a haven.

“Feeling better?” he asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, ”Much better, thanks to you.” As you leaned over to his chest.

Aaron holds you tighter in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Of course, love. It's the least I can do.”

“I really appreciate everything you’ve done today, baby,” you said, your gaze filled with gratitude.

He smiled, his eyes softening. “It’s my pleasure. I hate seeing you in pain, and if I can make things a little better, then it is worth it.”

Before you could respond, Aaron wrapped his arms around you in a more tight embrace. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt a sense of security in his arms.

“Thank you again for taking care of me,” you whispered, your head nestled against his chest.

“Always,” Aaron replied, his voice a soothing melody. “And I’m sorry you got hurt,” he murmured against your hair, his words a tender caress. “I wish I could shield you from every pain.”

You leaned into the embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort he provided. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you whispered, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his back.

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