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it must be a sign | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem deaf! red bull engineer!reader

when the two most unbothered people in the paddock combine their joint powers to be the it couple

request sent by the lovely @bibissparkles xx

author's note: heyyy so many of you won't know but i am actually deaf - i am 50% deaf in both ears and wear hearing aids so i love requests like this! (all i do most of this stuff as a deaf person, turning off your hearing aids >)

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yourusername

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yourusername: you can't complain about the dutch national anthem when you can just turn your hearing aids off

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user1: the way max's engineer is as sick of that damn song as us

user2: turning off her hearing aids makes how bored she looks during podiums make sense

yourusername: it was a banger during the mercedes dominance but would it kill someone to play the australian anthem

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me

yourusername: sure, jan.

user3: her and max signing slay to each other will always be so personal to me

maxverstappen1: gonna pretend you didn't just say that

yourusername: boo hoo babe, you gotta lose something sometimes

user4: babe? are the flowers from max?

maxverstappen1: would rather choke on my own spit and fall into a pit of snakes, hope this helps ❤️

yourusername: rude! i wouldn't want flowers from you either :(

user5: i swear we get into this argument every weekend, i think people will still assume they're together until their married to other people

liamlawson30: stop using me as a messenger pigeon please and thank you

yourusername: but i thought red bull gave you wings?

liamlawson30: do not use a pr answer against me 🤨

yourusername: no comment

liamlawson30: choke.

yourusername: idk what's going on in the red bull junior academy but spit in helmut's coffee not mine

user6: y/n consistently giving all the red bull guys shit is my favourite thing ever

user7: the amount of times the sky broadcast has caught her waving them off or taking her hearing aids out lol

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: switched four tyres for two this weekend

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user11: you can't distract us with your slutty bike pics WHO THE FUCK IS THAT

landonorris: A WOMAN? A WOMAN? IS THAT A WOMAN OSCAR JACK PIASTRI?

oscarpiastri: yeah i'm pretty sure

landonorris: don't play smart with me buster - why was i not informed?

oscarpiastri: i don't ask to be informed of every time you get rejected in the instagram dms

landonorris: FAKE NEWS

oscarpiastri: okay buddy

user12: i be seeing the sign language book, oscar you are so real for that

user13: that's my king, i need a oscar and y/n link up in the paddock - my unbothered queens

user14: she's in the likes !!!!!!

logansargent: oh we've entered the soft launch phase i see

oscarpiastri: and what?

logansargent: someone is feeling defensive this morning, dude i won't tell i've already kept it a secret for so long

landonorris: HE KNOWS? DOES BEING YOUR TEAMMATE MEAN NOTHING?

oscarpiastri: he's my childhood best friend?

logansargent: there's levels to this game norris

landonorris: @oscarpiastri consider yourself UNDER SURVEILLANCE

oscarpiastri: okay girly

user15: oscar has the patience of a saint, the mystery gal may want to rethink it before having to deal with them all

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yourusername: unrelaxed, unbothered, moisturised ✨

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user18: queen SHIT THAT AIN'T SHIT

user19: but this mystery man IS

maxverstappen1: yeah sorry about that... but at least boyfy has made his instagram debut?

yourusername: about time, he's too sexy to gatekeep

maxverstappen1: well i'm not going to agree out of respect for you

yourusername: so you don't think he's sexy? i might not be able to hear but HE CAN MAX BE NICE

maxverstappen1: first of all it's a text, second of all i've been way too nice to him

yourusername: he beat you in padel fair and square you're just SHIT AT IT ❤️

maxverstappen1: you know that's a sore subject WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT UP

user20: my queen was really like you wanna tell me to fuck off? oh here's my sexy boyfriend

user21: jos verstappen really didn't know who he was tangling with that gal may be chill but she doesn't take shit

user22: she's like a female version of oscar lol

user23: i knew there was a reason i liked her

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danielricciardo: why am i left out of everything these days?

yourusername: snooze you lose

danielricciardo: I AM AWAKE REPLY TO MY TEXTS

danielricciardo: I JUST SAW YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON DO NOT DISTURB

yourusername: protecting my peace

danielricciardo: i'm on to you buster

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: overjoyed to get my first (proper) win in formula one and even more overjoyed to have my amazing girlfriend (and even better engineer) up on the podium with me

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user27: so this was the special occasion?

user28: so this is why she said she wanted the australian national anthem over the dutch one?

user29: this is now my roman empire

yourusername: babe is so fucking good and i'm so fucking proud

oscarpiastri: i'm so glad to have been able to share this moment with you

yourusername: you deserve this and more, i love you

oscarpiastri: i love you too xx

user30: wait so oscar knows so much more sign language than i thought

user31: he looked so excited and even mark knows some

logansargent: he forced (we were happy to do so) me, mark and his family to learn as soon as he secured the date lol

oscarpiastri: and now we're all so cool because of it

logansargent: cool and able to chat shit without people knowing what we're saying

yourusername: best bit about it tbf (everyone please learn, it's a beautiful language)

landonorris: I KNEW IT

oscarpiastri: no you didn't

landonorris: no i didn't :( i'm hurt

oscarpiastri: if it's any consolation, we didn't tell many people, max and logan are exceptions

landonorris: WHY WAS I NOT AN EXCEPTION???

yourusername: boo hoo

landonorris: i'm not gonna say anything back to that you kinda scare me

yourusername: good ❤️

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yourusername: me and a racewinner (and our world champion third wheel)

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user32: fave trio in the paddock no competition

logansargent: logan erasure

yourusername: we love you logan, sunday roast at mine this weekend ❤️

logansargent: SCORE

user33: every time you post there's a new plushie

yourusername: we usually get one to commemorate a big weekend and we both got one for osc's first win

user34: that's so FUCKING CUTE

oscarpiastri: it's all fun and games until you don't fit in the bed because y/n feels too bad to put any of them on the floor

yourusername: they have FEELINGS OSCAR

oscarpiastri: she cried one time when max set off the smoke alarm cooking breakfast and the bed alarm shook so bad that all of them were thrown to the floor

yourusername: it was HARROWING but it also did wake me up so at least we know it works

maxverstappen1: actually my favourite couple to third wheel, but enjoy it while it's here osc, i won't lose again

yourusername: yeah sorry osc it's actually my job to help max win so you're gonna have to wait for him to retire if i have anything to do with it

oscarpiastri: not even for me :(

yourusername: sorry not sorry (i'm really sorry, i love you so much)

oscarpiastri: i love you too even if you won't sabotage max for my race :(

maxverstappen1: okay i know i said you guys are cute but that's enough for today

yourusername: we ARE cute thank you

oscarpiastri: the CUTEST

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note: heheheheh i hope you enjoyed this, i love requests like this xx also on the comment about the bed alarm i had one in uni halls and when the alarm went off that baby SHOOK it was kinda scary

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powermakar · 1 month

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This is me Trying - LS2

A/N: I feel so bad for Logan after what has happened. Please don't send any type of hate to Alex.

Summary: James tells Logan that he won't be racing on Sunday and everything goes down hill.

Logan Sergeant x female!reader

Warnings: panic attacks and some swearing

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying, at least I'm trying.

“-so you won’t be able to drive this weekend”

“What?”

“Alex is going to be driving your car this weekend since his car is severely damaged.”

“Oh, okay,” Logan felt numb. He couldn’t feel his hands shaking, but he could see them physically shaking.

“I know it’s a lot but the team really needs this Logan. Thank you for doing this,” James said before walking off.

Logan began to feel himself lose touch with reality. It was a feeling he was beginning to feel comfortable with. I mean at this point it was happening every race weekend now, so he just HAD to get comfortable with it. At first, he didn’t know what it was, maybe he was just getting sick; but after a few times and some Google searches, he figured out what it was.

Panic attacks.

No one knew that he experienced them. Not James, not his trainer, not Oscar; hell, his own girlfriend did not know that he got them. He had to get out of there fast so no one found out. God, he couldn't even imagine what the media would do if it became public knowledge.

Tears and ragged breaths while hidden in the corners of his driver’s room became his go-to when he didn’t know what else to do. This time it felt different though. The sobs were louder and his vision was blurrier, he felt weak. He felt stupid. How could someone fuck up so badly and he still would get punished. He knew life wasn’t fair and he knew that Formula 1 wasn’t fair either.

But fuck, it wasn’t fair. At all.

The knock on the door did not register the first time, nor the second or third. He only realized someone entered the room when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder.

You, the love of his life, was seeing him at the lowest he had ever been. Gasps in between sobs were loud and short, and Logan felt embarrassed. He felt shameful and afraid. He couldn’t breathe and he was scared for his future.

“It’s not fair, it's not fair, it’s just not fucking fair. I'm trying. I’m trying so fucking hard. Can’t you see that? Can’t anyone see that,” he babbled out.

“Logan I- I know that this is hard, you worked so hard. You deserve to be driving, you shouldn’t be placed on the back burner because someone made a mistake. You’ve worked so hard for so long and it kills me to see you like this. Have you thought about how Alex may-,” Logan cut you off before you could say anything else.

“No, no. Do not even start with Alex. I know he’s better, I know I am a liability, but I know I can try to be better,” he got up suddenly. He felt lightheaded, he felt dizzy. Stumbling around his room trying to get away from you. “I finally out-performed him and it just gets ripped out from underneath me. Literally,” Logan laughs bitterly. He didn’t care what he looked like now, he probably looked like a madman, but who the hell cares anymore?

“Logan- please just listen to me. Alex probably feels like shit. Yes he crashed his car but it's not his fault the team gave him your car. It's the team,” she pauses “It’s- it’s James’ fault.”

“I don’t care whose fault it is. I just care about the fact that this is probably going to be one of the last times I'm going to be in F1. My time is going to get cut short, no one has any faith in me anymore. I don’t blame them though, I’m failing and I'm terrified,” Logan says. He could finally breathe normally but he could still feel his heart pounding in his ears.

He didn’t understand any of it. How could he be failing so badly at something he used to be so good at? He glanced back at you, ready to face the disappointment he knew you secretly hid.

“Just tell me you can’t stand me anymore. Tell me that I embarrass you. Tell me that you hate me. Tell me that you are disappointed in me. Please just tell me, please.”

“Logan-,” you were in shock. You never knew that he felt like this, about himself. He hid it so well, almost to the point where it was impressive. “You know I could never say any of those things to you. I love you so, so much and I'm so proud of you,”

Both of you heard a knock on the door and one of William’s PR managers called out, “Media in 10, Logan!”

How they expected him to go out into the media pen and act like everything was fine was beyond you. Reaching up to cup his face in your hands, you quickly wipe away a stray tear that fell at your confession. Logan gently squeezed your wrist and smiled sadly. A silent, but meaningful conversation.

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powermakar · 1 month

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PERSONAL OPINION RANT!

I'm fucking gutted for Logan. I've seen all the shit about this sport not being fair and whatnot, but I'm entitled to my feelings, okay?

Logan spun out during FP2 and managed to not hit the wall. He ran the car and put some decent times on the board. He didn't do anything wrong and is being punished.

Something doesn't add up here is all I'm saying. Me and my strong sense of justice would never. Props to Logan for being calm around all the media.

Again, fairness aside, Logan should be the one in that car for a number of reasons. Like how Alex has a record of crashing here. Them saying Alex is their best chance at points not only breaks Logan's confidence but also shows that there is a mixed standard. Logan could crash, and he would get moved aside, lectured, whatever. Alex crashes, and all of a sudden, he's the one being moved aside when he performed better? That specifically doesn’t make sense to me.

I WILL REITERATE AGAIN! I understand the nature of this sport. It just ruins how people view the Williams team as a whole. It's more the reasons why they did it that I am struggling to comprehend. Not when it leaves them with more negatives then positives from a logical standpoint.

Which, maybe I'm wrong on that and it does make complete sense. I just hope Logan isn't pushed aside all season and gets a chance to prove himself

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The Purity Ring Compilation | Part 1

Warnings for under the cut: Smut (minors DNI), corruption kink, degradation kink, step-sibling kink (kinda)

The Purity Ring Compilation: Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 2.5

Oscar had always liked shiny things.

As a child, he had always liked playing with coins, waxed little remote control cars, glass marbles, you name it. as he grew older, his tastes evolved- he would now look at racecars glinting under the intense light of night races, the gleam of helmets under the sun, the shine of leather under sun rays.

Ever since he became Lando’s teammate, however, there was one shiny object in particular that had become a constant fixture in his mind.

The first time he had seen it, it had just been a flash of gold.

The first time your stepbrother had taken you to a Formula 1 race, he had also introduced you to his teammate.

You radiated innocence- donning a lacy white dress, your hair tied back with a neat bow.

You looked delectable.

“It’s nice to meet you, Oscar, Lando has told me so many nice things.” You gave Oscar a shy smile, offering your hand to shake.

When Oscar took your hand, his eyes couldn’t help but fixate on a small band of gold around your finger, almost winking at him in the sunlight.

As the months went by, and you became a more frequent presence in the paddock, you became more familiar with your stepbrother’s teammate as well.

Oscar came to be a regular companion for you during race weekends.

Lndo, being the social butterfly that he is, would always be all over the place- one moment joking with Zak in the McLaren hospitality, twenty minutes later taking some Carlando selfies at the Ferrari garage.

You never really minded though. you were there to support Lando. It didn’t hurt that Oscar would keep you company though.

In the time that you ended up spending with the Aussie, you grew familiar with him, and eventually, familiar with his attraction to shiny objects.

“I see you look at it,” you grin at Oscar one night, spotting his gaze on your ring once more. you move your hand a little, the moonlight catching the gold of your ring, creating a little gleam in the darkness that just captures Oscar's attention.

Oscar bites his lip. The small strip of gold adorning your dainty hand would always slip into his mind during the most inconvenient moments.

“Why do you wear that ring?” He asks you, eyes still locked on it. “I never see you take it off, or wear any other jewelry.”

You turn bright red, tucking your hands behind your back.

Oscar is disappointed when the shiny object disappears from his line of sight, but his eyes are drawn to your chest- which you’ve unconsciously puffed out due to where you have chosen to place your hands.

He can see your ample bossom, and he’s not quite complaining about not being able to see the ring anymore.

“It’s, uh,” you bite your lip, looking away almost awkwardly. He finds it adorable. “It’s a purity ring. lando gave it to me when we were kids, y’know?”

Oscar feels his blood pump a little harder in his veins.

“I don’t know if you know what a purity ring is,” you continue to speak, completely oblivious to Oscar and his reactions. “But it essentially is a commitment to remain celibate until marriage. I must sound like such a kid to you, huh?”

Oscar hums non-committedly- the thoughts he had been having about your chest had been nowhere near anything related to a kid. Unless it was making one, his mind supplied traitorously.

Oscar starts to pay more attention to you after that night.

He notices how you seem to gravitate towards Lando whenever the three of you are together, almost hiding behind him when you walk together. he notices how your eyes flicker to Lando whenever you are unsure of yourself.

He also notices how Lando seems to bask in your attention, tugging you along to places, a possessive arm around your shoulders, or slung around your waist.

Oscar hates it.

Oscar finally hits his limit when he gets undercut by Lando one race.

He’s never really been one to express his frustration. all he had said after the race had been a monotone “well fuck me”, before retreating to his driver’s room.

You, the absolute sweetheart that you were, had gotten up and trailed after him to check on him.

You knock on his door gently, your soft voice permeating the air. “Osc? want to talk about it?”

Silence.

Silence was not a no- so you slowly push the door open, slipping inside and closing the door behind you.

“You really shouldn’t be here. go celebrate with your brother.” Oscar doesn’t even deign to look at you when he speaks. He is lying on his bed, eyes pointedly focused on a random spot on the ceiling.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” you respond, hovering near the door. You wring your hands almost nervously, wondering if your presence was just making things worse. “I- I’m sorry about your race.”

Oscar sighs, but still refuses to look at you.

You try again.

“Lando probably didn’t mean to screw you over,” you offer in what you hope is a soothing tone. “And i’m sure he just wants you to feel better too.”

“So he sends you? The sweet little sister?”

Whatever you were going to say next gets stuck in your throat. You start to fiddle nervously with your ring, not really sure of how to deal with Oscar in this mood.

Oscar turns to face you, and his eyes fixate on your ring. A slow smirk spreads across his face, and he pats the bed, motioning for you to take a seat.

Cautiously optimistic, you walk over, sitting primly on the edge.

He takes your hand, and turns it over in his palm, tracing the outer rim of the gold band that adorns your finger. “I wonder what Lando would say if he knew his precious, innocent little sister was on my bed.”

“I-“

Oscar muffles your words by capturing your lips with his own, and you gasp in shock- giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, tasting you.

Alarm bells are going off in your mind- wrong wrong wrong, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to move away.

He withdraws from you slightly. his lips ghost over yours. you can feel his breath when he speaks. “I thought you were supposed to be good, darling?”

“I am!” You protest shakily, but you don’t make a single attempt to further yourself from him.

“Then why,” he speaks once more, before starting to press kisses along the column of your neck, provoking a heat you’ve never felt before. “Do you prance around in those white lacy dresses?”

You tremble from his touch.

“Almost flashing us when you walk,” Oscar remarks in between presses of his lips on your skin. “Acting like a little slut.”

“I am not a sl-“ you cut yourself off with a moan as he scrapes his teeth against the pulse point of your neck.

“I dare you to say that again.” His hands are running all over your body now, and you know for a fact that you’re flushed, you can feel your blood rushing to your cheeks, painting them a pretty pink color that Oscar can’t get enough of. “Not when you’re letting your stepbrother’s teammate touch you like this.”

You moan once more when his hands cup your breast through the fabric of your dress.

“i knew you’d be a desperate thing.” Oscar’s filthy speech continues as he runs his hands further down your body, fingertips finding your thighs. “Wonder what Lando would think about his angelic sister getting wet from my touch.”

You squirm, feeling humiliation course through you. “I'm not wet,” you weakly protest, feebly shoving Oscar’s arms to no avail.

“Aren’t you?” Oscar asks, something dangerous gleaming in his eyes. “Are you telling me,” he starts, slowly lifting up the hem of your dress. “That if i touch you here, your tiny panties won’t be soaked?”

A whimper escapes your lips as his touch trails higher and higher up the inside of your thigh. You squeeze your eyes shut when he reaches your cloth-covered core, already feeling the burn of humiliation when his touch is met with damp fabric.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

You can’t bring yourself to, shame overwhelming you.

Oscar lets out a frustrated groan, his hand flying to your chin, forcing your face to look in his direction. “I said fucking look at me. I don’t think I’ve fucked you stupid yet.”

“Aw,” Oscar coos condescendingly you from on top of you, your legs resting on his shoulders, one of his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

He takes a moment to bask in the sight of you lying underneath him, your skirt flipped up and your panties shoved to the side, his cock hovering just before your entrance.

Your face is red with shame, but your pussy gleams with how soaked you are.

Oscar’s practically salivating at the scene before him. Seeing your glistening cunt gives him a new shiny fixation. He’d never get enough of making your cunt shine with your pussy juices.

“What a dumb little girl,” he says, slowly pushing his cock into you, reveling in the moan you let out that reverberates in the air. “So fucking wet, so soft, fuck-“

“Oscar, please.” You don’t even realize that the words have escaped your mouth.

“Please what?” Oscar asks you, a grin accompanying his words. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you whimper out, trying to move in his hold, just desperate for friction, for something to relieve the tension in you. “Please-“

“That’s what i like to hear,” he moans out, starting to thrust in to you slowly, and you feel every vein of his cock inside you, sending you into a spiral of pleasure. “I knew you’d get stupid on my cock, imagine if Lando could see you like this,”

The mixture of humiliation and desire that runs through your entire body has you whimpering under him and tears blooming in your eyes. you’re helpless to his lust, taking every inch of him, every thrust, every moan and groan that escapes his lips.

“You wanted this,” Oscar says as he picks up the pace, his hips rocking into you faster and faster, as if he’s trying to shove moans out of you through your pussy. “You just wanted a cock in you, didn’t you? pretending to be this innocent little thing, when all you fucking needed was someone to fuck you into the bed.”

“Oscar, Oscar," you ramble, lifting your hips, trying to get more friction, lost to your carnal instincts. “Feels so good,”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Oscar’s smug tone causes you to clench around him.

He notices.

“Dumb little fucktoy,” he says in a mockingly affectionate tone. “I'm glad I got to play with you first.”

You sob, needing more. you felt something building in your core, and you just wanted release.

“Oh your stepbrother is gonna be fucking pissed,” Oscar moans out, his thrusts getting even harder, forcing deliciously helpless sounds out of your mouth. You’re so full of him- you don’t even remember how to breathe at this point. “Wish he could see you now, drooling and crying on my fucking dick.”

Fuck.

“Wonder if he’d punch me,” the man on top of you continues, almost deranged as he drives you closer and closer to your peak.

“He probably would,” Oscar muses. “I defiled his angel before he could.”

Oscar’s filthy words, the taboo of it all, the thought of Lando’s horrified gaze witnessing the scene taking place- it was all too much- everything sent you over the edge, and you let out your loudest moan yet, your orgasm coming over you in waves, your cunt squeezing Oscar’s cock.

In your post-orgasm haze, you don’t notice Oscar sliding your ring off your finger.

The Aussie basked in the feeling of having two new shiny things to play with.

Your gold ring.

And your cunt.

When Lando spots the gold band hanging on a chain around Oscar’s neck, he immediately recognizes it, and his eyes are daggers when he raises his gaze to the younger man’s face.

Oscar knows Lando’s seen his newest favorite shiny thing- and he makes that perfectly clear when he holds up one finger, making eye contact with the brit.

First.

When you exit Oscar’s room, legs still trembling, Lando feels his blood boil.

How dare Oscar?

He had been trying to save you, after all. Saving you for himself.

He’d make sure his little slutty stepsister would pay for letting his teammate defile her before he got a taste.

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powermakar · 2 months

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American Sweetheart

Logan Sargeant x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Crack

Summary: Max isn't sure about this new American rookie on the grid. Not that he isn't nice, just that he likes Max's baby sister. Featuring Lestappen being a married couple.

Warnings: Protective Max, sarcastically protective Daniel, Logan being a SIMP

Notes: Yay! Logan Fluff! I've not written for Logan yet, but I honestly love him... He's such a pookie...

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Max looks at her with big pleading eyes. "Please tell me who it is?" He pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.

"No, because you'll torture him. I'd like to keep this one alive thank you." She puts the finishing touches on her makeup.

"I left the last one alive... barely, but that's not the point!"

"So if I tell you, then you won't freak out?"

"I swear it on my career-"

"It's Logan."

Max goes silent. Frozen in place as her tries to comprehend her words. The death stare at the ground tells her he's internally screaming.

She sighs, mildly worried that Max might actually scream profanities until Logan arrives. "Alright, what's your issue with this one?"

"He's American!"

She groans. It doesn't matter much where he's from, as long as he treats her right. Logan's been struggling since he came to the grid. It would make a difference if max accepted him and not just Oscar and Lando, by proxy.

"Give him a chance, please? For me?"

Max stars at her for longer than necessary. "Fine."

~~~~~

Logan appears at her door dressed in semi-formal attire. He takes in her appearance. "You look - wow..." There is a light blush on his face. It feels nice seeing as she's in something simple and modest. Just what she had to work with given she's living out of her suitcase.

They catch up on the paddock drama and how life has been going recently. Logan is a proper gentleman the entire time. She's not sure why she thought he would be any different. Logan has always been sweet to anyone he comes in contact with.

Their date goes incredibly well.

As does the second.

And the third...

Max stares at her as she sits in his room, giggling at her phone. She has no time to react as he snatches it from her hands. "Logan?! You're still talking to him?!"

She huffs and crosses her arms. "Yes, Max, I like him."

"He's American." He tosses the phone back at her. "Just let me talk to him." Max gives her puppy eyes. "Please."

"You can talk to him whenever, but if you ruin this for me, I'll break your wrists."

Max makes it his personal mission to figure out Logan through not talking to him. She has taking to simply rolling her eyes as Max drags Daniel around with him to stare at the poor boy.

Until he catches them in the paddock together and puts on the 'Mad Max' face. Logan immediately seems to shrink in on himself.

"Okay Sargeant, it's time you and I had a little discussion about your intentions with my sister." Max hauls him upwards by his bicep and Logan goes willingly like an injured puppy.

She throws him a reassuring smile and pray to Charles Leclerc that Max doesn't scare him away.

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Max and Daniel sit across the table from Logan. He thought asking her out would be the hardest part. No, he was mistaken, this is far worse.

The Dutch has been staring daggers at him since they sat down. Daniel keeps wiggling his eyebrows like her knows something Logan doesn't. Which - despite it seeming playful - only puts Logan more on edge than he was before.

"So, Mr. America-"

"Is that really-"

"Quiet! I'm the one doing the talking here."

Logan wants to roll his eyes. He wants to run into next year if it means avoiding this conversation. "Look Max-"

"I need to know you aren't going to americanify my sister." He points an accusatory finger between Logan's eyes.

Logan reels, and Daniel finally breaks all composure. The Aussie is laughing hysterically. "Mate, what does that even mean?!"

"Look, your American ways are not ours. I will not be seeing her calling things like American football, real football."

Logan sinks into his chair. The relief evident on his face.

He's about to jump into a spiel about how he would never expect her to just assimilate into his culture. That was never his plan. However, he's doesn't get the chance.

A figure dressed in Ferrari red comes stomping around the corner. "Max Emilian!" Charles screams out for anyone to hear.

Max shrinks in on himself. Daniel is almost falling out of his chair as Charles stomps his way over. "Why are we interrogating the poor boy?" He crosses his arms like an exasperated mother.

"Because my sister-"

"Your sister was in my room pacing and ranting that you were going to scare away another boyfriend."

Max has a look of shame on his face. Cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "But Charlie-"

"Nope. Not gonna work. Let's go." Charles grabs Max by the bicep and drags him away. The Dutch pouts until he's out of sight.

Logan looks at Daniel, who's finally calmed down. "Are they-?"

"Married? Yes, for like two years now. They are still convinced nobody knows." Daniel leans forward in his chair, and Logan once again is left feeling intimidated. "But seriously, kid, she's a good person. Max has always been protective over his sisters because of their home life. Just treat her right, yeah? She deserves it."

Daniel sends Logan off with an encouraging pat on the shoulder. He's never run away from something so fast before. Not out of fear, no, he just needs to see her. Reassure the female that Max is less intimidating when Charles is around.

He finds her pacing outside of Williams' hospitality. Logan runs right up to her, picks her up in his arms, and spins her around.

"I take it Max was nice to you?"

"Your brother is an interesting character, but nothing would stop me from loving you."

She blushes profusely. "You love me?"

Logan rests his forhead against hers. He can't wipe the smile off his face when he looks at her. "Of course I do! And nobody is going to stop me from feeling the way I do."

She hastily lands her lips onto Logan's , not caring about who's around to see. It's just them in their own little world.

She pulls away just enough to whisper against his lips. "I love you too, Lo."

Logan has never been happier than in this moment with her in his arms and Max screeching in the distance.

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