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marlenesluv · 5 months

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ello bby i was wondering if u could do a smau of oscar piastri x gf (@jazmynmakenna) and shes OBSESSED with the lego movie and lego ninjago (theyre straight up the funniest movies ive ever seen)

Legos and Laps. (OP)

hi lovee!! and omg yes, i love lego everything, so this was so fun to make. i hope you like it! (i need to watch lego ninjago!) also the title is supposed to be like, cute, but it’s not, but pretend it is, guys!

fc: jazmynmakenna

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

warnings: slight suggestive pics i guess

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

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y/n.user: get you a bf who takes your love for legos seriously🧡

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oscarpiastri: i love you and your lego obsession❤️

↳ y/n.user: i love youuuuu❤️

user2: ✍️get a bf who will support my obsessions✍️

piasstrifppp: you guys are genuinely the cutest ever wtf

landonorris: the lego obsession is out of this world

↳ oscarpiastri: so what?

↳ landonorris: 🙄

mclareneditss: AWWWW that’s way too cute

user7: the way he is happy to pay all the money to get her lego sets and make experiences for them to watch the movies 🥹

mclaren: hey, y/n!! are you fairy batman or regular batman? we could see oscar being either!

↳ y/n.user: hi! i’m regular batman, oscar’s is the fairy

↳ oscarpiastri: no its not. yours is the fairy😐

user4: LMAOOOO MCLAREN ADMIN STIRRING THE POT

f1wags: lego loving wag💗

carmenmmundt: the way you match regular batman🖤

↳ y/n.user: this is why i chose regular batman! oscar is just fairy batman coded

↳ carmenmmundt: fr!!!!

↳ oscarpiastri: @georgerussell63 make your gf stop making fun of me

↳ georgerussell63: no thank you. besides, your gf is doing it too

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, landonorris, and 205,148

oscarpiastri: she’s the nya to my jay❤️‍🔥

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y/n.user: 😭i’m😭not😭crying😭you😭are😭

↳ oscarpiastri: don’t cry🧻

↳ landonorris: toilet paper?

↳ oscarpiastri: they don’t have a tissue box??

↳ y/n.user: i’ll take the toilet paper

f1updates: WOW hearts = melted. me = single = sad

op81fp: the way the first pic of them matches jay and nya in the second

vroomedits3: they are sooo jay and nya coded

user3: the pic of y/n in her cowboys boots? LOL

↳ f1fp777: i think it’s from austin lolol

logansargeant: best f1 grid couple 😝

↳ y/n.user: thanks logan 😝

↳ logansargeant: you’re welcome 😝

user6: i love how y/n is j friends with half the grid now bc of oscar

↳ opy/n81: y/n met logan before f1! and she met a few other before oscar was in f1 when he was with alpine lol. but they are so cute

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n.user: the middle pic is me and oscar if you even care

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oscarpiastri: it literally is

*liked by creator*

f1wags: y/n 🤝 lego franchise references

charlottesine: you guys are so cute, miss you!💗

↳ y/n.user: ty cha☹️🩷i miss you too!

logansargeant: im lego batman, if you even care

↳ oscarpiastri: right

user8: im never gonna get over how they are literally soulmates

lilymhe: y/n x lego collab when?

↳ y/n.user: 😫😫 literally

papayafampics: our papaya parents are top tier

mclaren: favorites!!🧡

y/nfp1: motherrrrrr

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: oscarpiastri, charlottesine, and 73,230 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n.user: australian gp dump🇦🇺❤️

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oscarpiastri: i kinda look like that lego guy….

↳ y/n.user: EMMET

↳ oscarpiastri: sorry, i kinda look like emmet

↳ y/n.user: yeah

f1wags: THE FOURTH PIC😭☹️🥹

prattprattpratt: emmet!

↳ y/n.user: omg chris!!!!

charlottesine: cuteeee🔥💗

*liked by creator*

user4: our lego obsessed queen!!!!!!!!!!

op81editsss: i live for oscar and emmet looking like twins here

y/nsfp1og: naturally a stunner

legoquotes: our fav lego lover😋

logansargeant: not sure why i’m not in this dump but okay

↳ y/n.user: quit whining i’ll post you later, drama queen

↳ logansargeant: exCUSE ME

↳ landonorris: you’re excused….brah

↳ logansargeant: i’m not your “brah”

↳ oscarpiastri: iconic!

user8: is the second pic you or oscar? cuz it could rly be either

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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oscarpiastri: australian gp, legos, and … that’s it!

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y/n.user: 😳😳

↳ oscarpiastri: oooopppsssieee

papaya481edits: oh my gosshhhhhh

opy/n8: logan got his pic!

user3: HELLO?????? you can’t just show us two cute and innocent pics and then the THIRD ONE

f1wags: y/n’s lucky fr

logansargeant: i got posted….but with this selection?

↳ oscarpiastri: he grateful

ln4quadedit: okkkkk we see you oscar. shy driver is getting a little bold lately

f1editpage: i cant unsee that (i don’t want to tho)

user9: OH MAN

landonorris: im sure mclaren will LOVE that you posted that on your main instagram, you muppet

↳ oscarpiastri: idc

↳ landonorris: 🙄wtv

mclarenposts: sassy teammates

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

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oscars instagram story:

seen by: y/n.user, logansargeant, and 200,923 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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everything at 18, but nothing at 22

alternatively: times she finished in the points while he dnfs

in which the drastic difference in their performance in their career seems to finally be catching up to them

(series masterlist)

-> australia, 2023

she simply cannot wipe the permanent smile on her face. she runs into her garage, straight from weigh-in, immediately greeted by blythe and ciara who are quick to take her in for a hug.

"oh, i made the points!" she laughs, jumping in a circle with her sisters. "can you believe it? i made history just by finishing in the top 10 today!"

"i told you you'll be amazing!" ciara puts her hands on her older sister's cheeks, before quickly pulling her in for another tight hug. "you did so well on the track amidst all the chaos!"

"history in the making with you just being here!" blythe shrieks, grabbing her shoulder. "you were amazing on the track. half the grid retired - did seb tell you?"

"he did," she laughs, slowly settling down as she stands on her feet. "speaking of that, i've got to speak to logan."

"no need to look around, i've got him here with me," oscar's accent fills her garage. "good job finishing above me, mate."

another shrill shriek escapes her mouth as she hops over to the two boys still in their race suits. she is received by oscar first, whispering neverending praises into her ear as they sway in their spot. she rubs circles on his back as they exchange compliments, both proud at their feat of achieving points in arguably one of the more chaotic races they've found themselves in.

as she pulls away, she meets a forced smile and sad green eyes as she is pulled into a hug by logan. "i'm so proud of you today. i stayed and watched the race just for you."

"baby, i'm sorry for the dnf," she whispers, her smile faltering slightly as she wraps her arms around his neck. she's lifted off the ground slightly, the height difference making their public hug slightly awkward. "this is only the third race - i swear it won't stay like this all season."

"no, don't worry about me," logan grins, pulling away from her. with a tender hand on her cheek, he quickly pulls it away when a flash goes off at the corner of his eye. instead, he settles for a hand on her shoulder and shakes her slightly. "today is all about you, ms. record breaker."

"for what it's worth, the fia is under fire for the chaos of today's race," she frowns, rubbing his sleeves up and down to offer a sense of familiarity.

their dream of getting into f1 together has finally come true. it's just a shame that they've got to keep their romantic gestures on the down low, or kept under wraps in fear of the backlash she might get.

"stop trying to justify my race," logan smiles, squeezing a cheek. he takes a step back and huffs, tilting his head as he looks at her. "look at you - i could have sworn you were just that lonely girl oscar decided to befriend at karting. now you're in f1 making history."

her smile carves into something softer, and looks up at him with a glimmer in his eyes that he couldn't ever get tired of. "i wouldn't be here without either of you."

logan squeezes her arm. "sneak into my hotel room later? let's watch a movie."

"oh, max invited me for drinks at some bar tonight. celebrate my first points or something like that," she frowns. "come with us, please? oscar will be there."

"i'll be okay," he smiles. "then sneak in after the drinks. you're funny when you're drunk, anyway."

"i'll sneak some cocktails in your room so we can watch a disney movie together and cuddle," she giggles. at the call of her name by sebastian, mentioning something about an interview she has to go do now. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later." logan bends down, closing an eye when he feels her lips pressed against his cheek. "love you."

she turns around, already being pulled away by an impatient sebastian. she twists her body back to look at him. she mouths, "love you."

-> hungary, 2023

she presses her lips together, rocking back and forth on her feet as she awaits the door to open. when it does, it reveals a clearly dishevelled logan with a towel hung around his shoulders.

he's already in his sweatpants, while she stood out in the hallway in a romper, ready to head out for the evening. she scans her boyfriend head to toe and slumps her shoulders. "baby, you're not going out with us tonight?"

he pokes his head past the door, looking left and right before he lets her walk into his hotel room. she sighs softly, following him further into the room.

he drops himself onto the bed and shakes his head. "i don't deserve to be out and about celebrating after the race today. you go ahead and enjoy yourself, babe."

"my love," she hums, climbing onto the bed with a hand finding his neck to massage the muscle. "just because the race didn't go your way today doesn't mean you should lock yourself up here and be by yourself."

he leans into her touch, turning to lie on his side. he slings an arm around her waist while she comfortably sits on his bed. "i just don't think i should be outside. i'm an embarrassment." he nuzzles his face into the side of her thigh. "good call to keep the relationship behind closed doors - you'll be ridiculed for being with me."

"what?" she says softly, never really getting used to logan's harsh words against himself. she hangs her head low, trying to meet his eyes. "please, don't say that. i'm very proud of you. dnf or not."

"you and oscar have gotten your first points this year. i still have not," he sighs, turning to lie on his back again. "trust me, you don't want people to know you're dating me."

"i do want people to know i'm dating you," she coos, running her fingertip down the side of his face. she moves down and props herself up on her elbow to look over him. "it's just complicated right now - you know that."

"but you get what i'm saying, right?"

"i do," she lays on her stomach, pressing a kiss on his bare shoulder. "okay, let me tell max i'm not feeling great to head out tonight for drinks. do you want to go and eat somewhere just the two of us?"

"what? (y/n), please. you don't have to do any of this. i'm fine being by myself tonight."

"i want to be with you tonight," she grins. "let's go shopping? it's our first time in hungary."

-> zandvoort, 2023

"mate, have you seen logan?" she asks, approaching oscar with a frown. with a pepsi can in hand, she sips on the straw as her bright eyes scan the paddocks for her missing boyfriend. "usually, he'd be right by my garage after a race, but i've yet to find him."

"i can't say i've seen him since before the race," oscar frowns, realising that it's been a while since he's seen logan. he also scans the crowd, hoping that it's just her height that's hindering her chances of finding logan. to no avail, he doesn't find logan either. "is everything okay?"

she shrugs. "i don't know. he retired from the race again, did you hear?"

"i heard. do you know why?"

"no," she shrugs. "seb's got no idea either. can you let me know if you find him, please? i've got an interview i need to go and do."

-> singapore, 2023

"seriously?" she cries, tears rushing into her eyes. she takes the bouquet of loud colours and holds it against her chest. "this is the sweetest thing ever!"

"you like them?" logan grins down at the flowers that clash against the dark motif of her race suit tailor-made for tonight. "i saw them in the mall the other day when oscar and i were out. i was banking on the fact that you'd make it into the points today.

"even luckier that you made podium."

"this is the cutest thing ever," she smiles, sniffling as she drops her head to smell the flowers. "thank you so much, logan."

"you deserve it."

"but i'm sorry for where you finished today," she frowns, dropping an arm and moving to his side. she puts an arm around his waist and squeezes him slightly. "was the car not good today?"

"i think it's the street circuits not being very kind to me," logan sighs, shaking his head. "but, please, enjoy your podium celebrations. i'll join you for drinks tonight?"

"oh, really? you're joining tonight?"

"of course! my girlfriend just made history again," logan says softly into her ear. he squeezes her shoulder. "i have to be there to celebrate with her, right?"

-> qatar, 2023

"fuck!"

"logan, please. just sit down - you're really dehydrated."

"no, god. i'm such a fuck up!"

"hey, don't say that!"

"i retired again because i couldn't take the fucking heat!" he tugs at the roots of his hair, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

meanwhile, his girlfriend sits in the corner on a plastic chair with her lips pressed together as he paces around the room against the medical advice of every personnel who's attended to him.

still in her fireproofs, the younger girl nurses her helmet in her lap as she tries to calm logan down. "it's okay, baby. you weren't feeling well. you couldn't have done anything else."

"i could have just sucked it up and raced like everybody else!" logan frowns. "even you finished the race despite your period! what's that say about me?"

she scoffs, eyebrows furrowed as his statement manages to hit her the wrong way. "what are you trying to say? that between you and me, you deserved to finish more because i was hindered by the fact that i've got my period?"

regret strikes logan immediately, and she can see it in the way his look softens and his shoulders slump. "no, that's not what i meant. i mean, like-"

"it sounds like the way it sounds," she says softly, hurt lacing her every word. she shakes her head as she gets up to her feet, helmet hanging off her fingers by the strap. "i'll call you tomorrow, logan."

"(y/n), please wait. i'm sorry."

"i just need to be alone," she frowns, turning her back on him as she heads for the door. "feel better and stay put until the nurse comes back with an iv for you. but i've got to go - i just can't believe you'd say that to me."

-> mexico, 2023

"god, i'm no better at 22 than i was at 18." logan holds his face in his hands, elbows propped up on his knees as he finds comfort in the beanbag in her driver's room after their media commitments. "i don't understand."

it's another race where he's forcibly retired and she's managed to climb her way into the points. despite starting in the back of the grid that afternoon, she managed to challenge lando climbing up the positions on the track.

while she lost out to the more experienced driver, starting 16th and eventually climbing to 8th is no easy task. with sebastian in her ear, it was a slightly easier task that had a lot of people confused and shocked at where she suddenly finished the race.

realistically, it helped that the car was just feeling much better with the upgrades that the team brought in for her this weekend.

but logan unexpectedly had to retire towards the end of the race. which, was disheartening after the point that he got just last week in austin.

"am i just not made to be in f1? i don't get it," he says softly. "something's not right."

all she can do is sigh. nothing about their predicament now is easy: she can't fully relate to the low he's feeling because- well, she's doing fine in her rookie season compared to him.

she knows that and so does he. they try not to talk about it, but it's something that looms over their head whenever they're on social media or are attending interviews together. it doesn't make it any easier that fans are easily gawking at her presence when they chance upon them together in public.

while logan loves being her boyfriend, the past couple of years being the best times he's ever experienced, it's easier said than done to be proud of your girlfriend's achievements when you're always in the trenches week after week.

"i don't even know if i'll still have a seat next year," he sighs, throwing his head back to rest on the wall behind him. "god. i don't know what to do."

"i don't even know what to say," she whispers, crawling over to where he is. she places a hand on his knee and rests her chin on her hand. "i'm sorry you're feeling like this, lo."

"i know you don't get it."

"i know i don't. but i'm your girlfriend."

"you being by my side means more than you think it does." he breathes out with a sigh passing his lips, a hand resting on her shoulder as they sit in silence. "you can boast about your achievements to me, you know?"

"i know." she turns her head to look up at him. logan forces another smile, her worried stare igniting something in him to make sure that she knows he's okay. "but i'm with you even in your darkest hours."

"i'm extremely proud of how far you've come this season."

"i'm proud of how eloquently you're trying to hold yourself around me," she frowns, tracing circles on the material of his jeans. "but you don't have to pretend around me. we celebrate my achievements when you're feeling better."

"we can do both." logan sits up, a hand cupping her cheek to lift it up to meet his gaze. "your achievements shouldn't be tucked away in some box just because i had a bad weekend. i'm happy enough seeing you make history."

"logan..."

"let's head out to dinner with oscar tonight. it's a celebration - you guys have done so well."

"we can just stay in if you want."

"no more of that!" he cheers, his lips meeting the tip of her nose. "we're celebrating tonight. let's dress up, let's go out and take pictures, and then we can post about them on instagram while people speculate about how too close we seem to be. i don't care.

"you've done so much for the sport, you should be celebrated, babe. if you don't want to, i will celebrate you."

she sighs, rolling her eyes. "you're an idiot."

"but an idiot you love, yes?"

"an idiot i love, correct."

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loving-barnes · 3 months

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

A/N: Here I am, once again, with another chapter. Chapter 8, my friends, is here and it is still sweet. I will not spoil anything, just read and enjoy.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: explicit thoughts?

Summary: The students get to know Y/N a little more.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3700+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Seven

LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

Nothing interesting had happened since that night at the bar. Logan helped Y/N get back to the school and to her room. He laughed at her silliness, which caught him by surprise. Logan wasn’t the guy to laugh around. He was usually stoic and grumpy. But there were some lingering touches here and there. And yet, their bodies were like two opposite magnetic poles, pushing away. The moment she closed the door, he sighed - relieved he didn’t do anything stupid but also sad that the night was officially over.

The days went by. Logan and Bobby joined the Professor in Washington for another conference. The President wanted to meet Charles during a banquet. They were gone for a few days. Jean and Scott were still away with Remy and Hank. The school got quieter when some students went home for the weekend. There were only some kids that had a supportive system back home. Many of them were alone in this cruel world.

On Sunday, the day before Y/N became a teacher, she and JJ were sitting outside on a bench near the pond. She took him out to spend some time with him. He snuggled closer to her side. The weather got colder. Heavy clouds appeared in the sky. Halloween was approaching, and the students were excited about the celebration.

“It’s going to be so much fun,” Jerome said with a wide smile. “I’ve heard you have to make your own mask. It’s a contest, you know?” he was ecstatic. “Everyone does it. The best masks will get some rewards. It’s mostly candy. That counts as a prize.”

“Wow,” Y/N said with a chuckle. She was glad that the boy was happy at the school. “Have you been thinking about what you want to become? Or would you like some suggestions?”

He shook his head. “No, I think I know what I want to be. I’m not telling you. It will be a surprise.”

“A surprise, you say? Alright, don’t tell me anything. I want to see what you will make,” she patted his head. “Otherwise, are you happy here? Do you have everything? Do you need anything?”

He thought about it for a second. “I have everything. They gave me clothes and school supplies. Jean told me to ask for anything. But I can always come to you, right?”

“You can always come to me, Storm, Kitty, or Logan,” she said. “You can even see the Professor and talk to him. He’s the one who created this school. He’s a good man.”

JJ nodded. “Listen,” he turned his head to look at her face. “A few nights ago, I think I heard you giggle in the hallways in the middle of the night.”

Y/N blinked, and she bit the inside of her lip. “Yeah,” she nodded and cleared her throat. “I went out with some of the teachers. We had a lot of fun that night.” It was half true. She omitted the part where she got drunk.

He poked Y/N into her shoulder. “I’m eleven, I’m not stupid,” he said. “You were with Professor Logan. I heard you talk. Well, you laughed more than you talked.” That was true. Logan walked her back to her room. They talked, she giggled, and then the night was over. “By the way, he’s awesome.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, nodding. “Does Logan teach you something?”

“We have one history lesson a week with him. I like the subject a lot. History is fascinating. Plus, he knows so much about the First and Second World Wars. He gives us so much information and details. As if he was there. He’s strict, and we cannot misbehave, but I enjoy the lesson.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said with a smile. A shiver ran down her spine. The wind got colder. “Let’s head inside and have a cup of tea. I think it’s going to rain. Or Storm is having a bad day, and she changed the weather to fit her mood.”

JJ laughed. He stood up first, grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her up on feet. He held her by the forearm as they walked inside the school. When she scanned his face again, she noticed the bruises were healed and almost invincible. He looked healthier. It made her heart warm.

As they walked down the hallway, Y/N heard a whimpering sound. It was soft, girl-like. She frowned. Instead of going to the kitchen, she followed the sound. The boy was confused. He opened his mouth to ask where she was going, until he heard it too.

Y/N walked to the lounge room, where she found a young girl sitting on the window still, silently crying. She was JJ’s age. She had curly hair and glasses on her nose. Her skin was light brown.

Carefully, Y/N approached her. She didn’t want to scare her. “Hi,” she used a gentle voice. “Are you alright?” The girl's puffy brown eyes looked up. She shook her head and continued to cry. “Oh, come here, sweet angel,” she said. Her arms spread, and she waited for the girl to accept her hug.

Surprisingly, the girl was immediately hidden in her arms, weeping into Y/N’s leather jacket. Y/N stroked her curly hair lovingly, letting her take her time. JJ took a seat on the couch and silently watched.

“You can talk to me if you want?” Y/N said after another minute. “Did something happen? Has anyone been mean to you?”

The girl's tiny fingers brushed away the hot tears. “My parents haven’t visited me for three months now,” she confessed. That broke Y/N’s heart. “They brought me here, and I never saw them again.” Her voice was low, sad. “They hate me for what I am.”

That statement broke Y/N’s heart. She understood the girl’s pain. Her loved ones gave up on her because she was a mutant. “What’s your name?”

“Nova,” she said. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Y/N’s torso, holding her close.

“Nice to meet you, Nova,” Y/N said with a smile. She rested her head on top of the girl’s. “Tell me, what is your mutation?”

“I, uh,” she hesitated. “I can scream very loudly,” she said. “It can damage your hearing.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, thinking. “Sonic screaming,” she said out loud. “That is an interesting mutation, Nova. You have powerful vocal cords, and I’ve never met a mutant with this ability.” It wasn’t a lie.

Nova lifted her head and finally looked at Y/N. “You think so?”

“Yes,” she said with a brighter smile than before. “Every mutation is unique, and so is yours. With learning and more information, you will master your ability and know how to properly use it. All you need is time, patience and practice.”

Y/N’s goal was to shift the girl’s attention to something else. It was evident that Nova was agonising over her parents’ neglect. That’s why Y/N wanted to gain her trust, and maybe she’d feel more comfortable around her.

“What is your mutation?” she asked.

“I can create protective forcefields,” Y/N explained. “I am still trying to learn more about my mutation. I’ve heard the term Flyrokinesis, but some call it Flyrogenesis.”

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “Flyrokinesis means you can only control force fields. When you can create them, it’s called Flyrogenesis. I can do both.”

“That’s so cool,” Nova sighed. “You can do so much good with your mutation. I only hurt people,” she said. Nova pushed away from Y/N but remained sitting by her side.

Y/N chuckled a little. “Well, it’s not as it seems. I hurt with my ability, too. It was unintentional, but it happened. That is why we need to practise and learn about our mutations. So we won’t hurt people again. We can use our abilities to do good.”

“My mutation is elasticity,” JJ joined the conversation. He picked the right time. Nova’s eyes turned to him. “The people that fostered me thought it was disgusting,” he said. “Now I think my mutation is unique.”

Y/N’s eyes moved to the boy. This was new information. He had never said anything about his parents before. Now she knew why. He didn’t have parents. He was in foster care. Even there, he wasn’t loved. Y/N wanted to run to him and hide him in a tight, loving hug.

“My parents have sent me here and never came to see me or take me home for the weekend,” said Nova. “I deafened my father in one ear,” she confessed. “He never looked me in the eyes again.” And she started to cry again.

“Nova?” another soft voice said from the entrance to the room. “Are you okay?”

Y/N found three other girls standing at the door, watching them. The oldest girl could be thirteen. All three were different. One of them had cat-like irises. The mutation must have caused it.

“Yeah, I’m just talking to…” she turned to Y/N, not knowing her name.

“My name is Y/N. This is JJ,” she pointed at the only boy in the living room. “Would you like to join us?” she showed at the empty couch.

The girls walked inside and sat together. They introduced themselves, too. Jamie, Olivia and Kyra were friends with Nova. They all shared a room on the second level. At least these girls were the support Nova needed.

Y/N and Nova moved to sit next to JJ. “You are the new professor?” Olivia asked Y/N.

“Oh,” it caught her by surprise. Did the Professor announce it already? “Yes. I’ll be teaching English and Literature starting tomorrow. I got a few classes a week.”

“Really?” JJ’s eyes brightened. “That is so awesome!”

Y/N nudged his shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll be teaching you too, you know? We’ll have literature together on Tuesday and English on Thursday.”

“You haven’t been here long, have you?” Olivia asked. Her long blond hair was braided from the top of her head. She had colourful bracelets on her wrists. “I’ve been here for a year and noticed you a couple of times these past few weeks.”

Two teenage boys walked into the lounge room. They stopped in their tracks when they found the place occupied. “Sorry,” one of them said. “We thought we’d be alone here at this hour.” Before he could finish it, another two boys walked in.

Y/N raised a brow. Already ten people in the room. “What time is it?” she asked no one in particular. It took another five minutes, and another six children entered the room.

“You’re the new teach’,” one of the older boys pointed a finger at her. “Cool,” he smirked.

“I guess the word is spreading faster than you know,” Y/N mumbled under her nose.

“No, she’s the one who saved Jerome,” a girl said as she sat in an armchair. She was at least fifteen years old.

“I guess you have a reputation, Y/N,” JJ laughed when the kids around them started to talk about Y/N as if she was not there.

The woman raised her hands into the air to stop the debate. “If you want to know more, you need to ask the source - that’s me. Please, stop discussing me as if I was not here, okay?” One after one, they nodded their head. “Great. Let’s start again. My name is Y/N. Do you have any questions?”

“What is your mutation?”

“Is it true you will be our new teacher?”

“Did you throw Professor Summers out of the window a few days ago?”

That last question made her laugh. Obviously, they knew something happened. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to the students and know them better. She lived there for some time now. It would be nice to be part of their lives, be there for them. As she kept looking at it, she realised all these children stayed at school for the weekend. Some of the faces were familiar to her. They never left the school the whole time she lived there.

They all had one thing in common - their families gave up on them the moment they discovered how different their children were.

A frown appeared on her face. “Do you ever go home?” she asked gently. She wanted to know how many of them still had their parents.

They all shook their heads. “No,” said one of the oldest boys present. “Some of us have families on the other side of the states. Most of us are here all the time. They gave up on us.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N sighed. “I know how it feels to be pushed away from your family. Mine got rid of me, too.”

“Sure,” one of the girls scoffed.

Y/N’s eyes found hers. “They locked me in an insane asylum because I… I killed my own little sister with my mutation,” she admitted out loud. “It was the first time I used the ability. Until that moment, I didn’t know I was a mutant. My mutation is forcefield manipulation. Even though it is a protective ability, I managed to kill my sister with it.”

It was hard to admit it in front of a group of children. Y/N concluded it was better to tell the truth than to lie. What if Scott would open his big dumb mouth, and the kids would fear her? No more lying.

“My parents put me into an insane asylum because of it, and they never came for me. Well, I believe they’d rather see me dead. I escaped the asylum and joined a group of terrible people. My decisions were not the best. I’m not proud of that part of my life.”

“Y/N was locked with me in a lab where they experimented on us,” JJ chimed in. The kids turned their gazes at him. He sounded like a grown man. “She was already there when they brought me in. I helped her escape. Later, Profesor Logan and her came for me and saved my life.”

The silence that surrounded everyone was heavy. Some kids lowered their eyes to the ground, others closed them. They didn’t know what to say or if to say anything at all. The topic was heavy. Some could relate, and others were lucky to not experience anything tragic.

“I get how you all feel,” Y/N said. “I know what it is like when the people you love get rid of you like you’re an old, used toy. I understand you feel betrayal and pain, even anger.” Her hand found Nova’s hand, and she squeezed it reassuringly. “But look where you are now. You all ended up in a school for mutants, where you’ve been given a second chance for a better life. This place is your home. People here care and want the best for you. I dare to say that this is your new family.”

More silence followed. “I know I’m still a stranger to you, and you don’t trust me. That’s okay. Teachers like Storm, Jean or Kitty will be there for you. Please, just know you can talk to me, too. I want to help in any way that I can and know.”

Once Y/N finished talking, Nova wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist and hugged her tightly. When JJ saw it, he did the same from the other side. The woman wrapped both arms around each child and smiled. The love she felt was immense. Before she knew it, more children approached her. They all huddled together in a big, warm hug. It was a beautiful gesture.

Storm walked around the school, checking on the students. She stepped into the lounge room. Her eyes landed on the scene before her. She had to smile. Storm was lucky enough to witness the group hug.

“What’s going on?” she asked softly.

Slowly, the children moved from the huddle. They went back to their sitting spots again. JJ kept his arms around Y/N while Nova grabbed Y/N’s hand and held it tightly.

“Just bonding,” Y/N said with a smile.

Storm’s lips reflected the smile. “That’s nice. I’m glad you are finding a way to their hearts.”

Later that day, The Professor returned with Logan and Bobby from the banquet. They were back after a few days away, and both men couldn’t be happier about their return. Bobby missed Kitty. They’d been texting here and there throughout the time. Logan didn’t have the guts to call or text Y/N. He rarely used his phone. Also, he thought it would be weird. Charles could feel Logan’s faint anxiety crawling around him. He knew the reasoning behind it. The man’s thoughts weren’t quiet.

They drove to the school, glad this ‘mission’ was over. They didn’t expect to hear loud music roaring from the building. Logan tilted his head to the side, frowning. “Is that coming from the school?” Then they heard singing. It was like a live concert. “What’s going on?”

Logan parked the car in the garage. They helped Charles out of the car and into his wheelchair. The singing got louder. It echoed around the garage. The students were singing a familiar song. Charles smiled and chuckled. When was the last time something like this happened?

All three went from the garage and got to the main level. The song changed. After a brief silence, the singing began again. The students were crammed in the lounge room, dancing around and singing as loud as their voices let them. When some kids noticed the Professor, they made a passageway for him and the other two teachers.

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise. He found Storm, Y/N and Kitty in the middle of the room, surrounded by students, jumping and screaming words to the song playing.

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can’t you see? You belong with me.

It seemed everyone knew the words to that song. All three women swayed their hips to the music, jumping around like all the students. They were happy, enjoying the moment. Y/N grabbed JJ’s hands when she started twisting him around. Her face was bright and cheerful. Even the boy was thrilled.

She wears high heels. I wear sneakers. She’s cheer captain. I’m on the bleachers.

This part was powerful. As if everyone wanted to scream the chorus as loud as possible. No one cared that the headmaster was present. But Charles had a big smile on his face. Yes, they organised events for the students, but this happened out of nowhere. It was special. It was a bonding moment for everyone.

“I love this song!” Bobby shouted, bobbing his head to the song. He started to sing the lyrics.

Storm draped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders while Y/N wrapped an arm around her waist as they sang the song. One of her hands remained on JJ. They laughed at their silliness. Kitty found Bobby walking to her. She got excited and ran into his arms, and they swayed together to the song.

Storm discovered Bobby a few seconds later. She stopped dancing, and her eyes found Charles and Logan. Her arm fell from Y/N’s shoulders, and she made her stop dancing.

Y/N gasped. Her face heated up, and she quickly turned around to turn off the music. She had a remote control to the stereo. When the song was abruptly stopped, the students whined. It was evident they were displeased by the interruption.

“Professor,” Storm said his name nervously. “I’m sorry for this. We got carried away.”

Charles laughed. “Oh, Storm, no need to apologise. I like that you all have so much fun on a Sunday afternoon. You should continue to have more fun.”

Y/N was breathing heavily. Her chest was rising and falling visibly. It was quite a cardio. Her eyes met Logan’s, who had a grin on his face. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossed his arms over his chest and kept staring. When he licked his lips, Y/N’s eyes followed his every movement.

“Well, the magic of the moment is kind of gone,” Y/N said. “But we had good two hours of this fun, right?” she turned to see the kids. They shouted affirmations. Some of them whistled.

“Okay, everyone, it’s time for us to end this session,” Storm raised her voice so everyone could hear her. “Thank you for being here and having fun. It’s time to get to your rooms and prepare for tomorrow.”

Logan watched as Y/N hugged a few younger kids. First, it was JJ, which wasn’t surprising. Then, it was two other girls. That sight made his insides tingle. He felt love radiating out of her. It made him smile. When they separated, Y/N’s eyes were back on him.

He took a few steps forward while greeting some of the kids. “Are you trying to bribe them to like you?” he mocked her.

“Are you jealous I’m giving my attention to them and not you?” she poked his bicep when Logan was close enough. “Or should I bribe you too?”

“I’m not that easy, princess.”

“What if I tell you I sneaked in some beer?” she raised her brows.

He was impressed. “You got me. Wait, you want to get drunk again?” he asked. “I won’t be taking care of your ass next time.”

Y/N squinted. Her body was ready to jump at him. Not because she was angry at him. She wanted to kiss that smug smile off his face. Last night, she imagined what his hands would feel on her body, how he would taste and feel. She pictured his hands exploring her naked body, his lips between her legs.

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” she said. There was a teasing smile on her face. She walked past him and found JJ talking to one boy. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Logan watched her leave the lounge room with the boy. His mind was spinning. His eyes lowered and remained on her ass, watching it move with each step she took.

A hand tapped his shoulder. Bobby grinned at Logan. “You got it bad, my friend.”

“Shut up.”

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female reader #Wolverine #Logan Howlett #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #Marvel fanfiction #X-men fanfiction #Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

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dear oscar (OP81 x LS2)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: Logan writes a letter to help him manage his feelings, it does everything BUT manage feelings. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: logan sargeant x oscar piastri w/c: 892 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: this is day FOUR (lando's number) of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!! some angst today!! might make this a series very much inspired from https://archiveofourown.org/works/54754315 masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan crushes the sheet of paper and throws it into the pile of already crushed papers. He puts down the pen and cracks his fingers, again.

He’s been at this for hours and he hates it knowing he’s terrible at expressing himself and Oscar’s probably not going to even look at this.

Logan takes a deep breath once again and picks up his pen.

Dear Oscar,

I’m not very good at expressing my feelings but I’ll try my best.

I’ve missed you lately and I miss all our late night conversations, my nights feel empty without them. I miss our friendship and the very long conversations we had.

When you asked me how I was doing and I said “it’s been alright.” That was a blatant lie. I’ve been doing absolutely horrible. I haven’t seen a good day in months and every morning I ask myself why I’m doing this to myself, I ask if everything I left behind was worth it. Should I have given up?

I’m glad you’re doing well and winning trophies, I’ve never been happier for you. Remember when your rookie year was being compared to Hamilton’s? That was amazing.

Great, now he’s gone off track again, absolutely perfect. Logan’s pen left the paper again and he contemplated crushing this one up. He eventually decided against it and his pen tip touched the paper again.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to write anymore but he doesn’t care. He just wants to let his feelings out.

I hate how we don’t talk anymore. I hate how life has to pull its strings on us. I hate how we walk past each other as if we never knew each other. I’ve been trying my hardest, I really have.

I want to talk to you. I want to hear your voice again.

I’ve been making wishes on every shooting star I’ve seen and been throwing in a penny for every wishing well I’ve come across, just wishing you were my friend again, wishing that I could go back in time and relive those moments in PREMA.

I didn’t treasure those times enough.

Every single time I see any McLaren video, I stop and stare, imagining that it could’ve been you and I. Believe me, I love how you and Lando have developed one of the closest bonds ever and trust me, I think Alex is a perfect teammate.

But I just wish that we had another chance and I wouldn’t fuck it up this time. I really wish I did.

Every single time Lando calls you “Osc”, it makes me shiver just knowing that I could never be half the person Lando was. I do everything and risk it all just trying to be more like Lando or just someone who you would bother to look at

His mind flashes back to every single time he and Oscar have done anything together, watch movies, do stupid promotional videos, even sad times came back and made him wish he took those moments better.

He tears up slightly, but wipes his tears away before they spill onto the paper. Lando’s voice saying “Osc” rings in his head like an annoying bell which kills him slightly every time it repeats.

Osc.

He slams his hand into the table, causing everything to jolt, even getting startled by his own actions. Logan isn’t even on Lando’s level, not even a quarter of the way there.

Lando’s better in every way, definitely much better teammate than Logan would’ve been.

His tears resurface but he doesn’t wipe them away this time, he lets them trickle down his cheek, cling on to his skin at his chin and finally drop down onto the paper, causing a stain.

More tears cause stains on the bottom part of the paper before Logan wipes them all away.

Please…

I miss you Oscar.

Regards Love

Logan

He places the pen down and looks at the letter, which has tear stains, but Logan couldn’t care less. He puts the letter down and folds it neatly in half, slotting it into a brown envelope. He seals the envelope tight, wrinkling the paper from pressing too hardly.

He takes his pen up again and the tip floats above the paper.

He takes a few seconds before writing.

To: Oscar Piastri

His throat stings from crying. He didn’t even cry for that long but it hurts him. His own words repeat in his head like a knife twisting into his body.

He opens up Oscar’s chat on his phone, his last message being left on Seen.

3 weeks ago Great race :)

He hasn’t even given Oscar a message for the Australian Grand Prix but Logan couldn’t care less.

His fingers hover over his keyboard.

Can we meet sometime soon?

He hesitates about sending it.

Osc.

He turns off his phone and takes a deep breath.

He sits on his couch and leans back. The thoughts endlessly flying around in his head, like phantoms of his past haunting him again.

He closes his eyes and keeps them shut, imagining whatever makes him feel happy.

Oscar.

Osc.

The tears squeeze their way past his eyelids and slide down his cheek. It’s a devastating feeling.

He covers his head with a pillow and keeps his eyes tightly shut, crying himself to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ there will be a part 2 (hopefully) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Loscar - Part II

everything's gonna be fine (I got all my friends with me) (3808 words) by papayabrain Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: He’s pretty sure McLaren wouldn’t actually fire him, okay, but he still feels he has every reason to be scared shitless about the response. Coming out is never easy, but it is basically taboo in the world of motorsports. He’s more likely to get forced back in than allowed to be himself and he doesn’t even want to go fully public yet, neither does Logan. Or: Oscar wants to come out to his team; Lando, it turns out, is more than an ally; and Logan’s teammate, Alex, suggests a triple date in Monaco.

oOoOoOo

The Whipped Boyfriends Club (8457 words) by DamsInDistress Summary: This is how he’s gonna get sacked. Not because he messed up on track but because he’s an idiot who can’t stand seeing Oscar Piastri look like a sad puppy.

oOoOoOo

the red parts (14065 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Summary: “But Logan is a Beta,” Oscar says, like this might be brand-new information. “Betas don’t have heats.” Lando shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine, mate.”

oOoOoOo

you make the rockin' world go round (2082 words) by nothingelsematters Rating: Explicit Summary: Oscar wants to give Logan a reward after his first race in F1. Logan already has some ideas.

oOoOoOo

galaxy collapse (somebody scream) (12699 words) by attraqtia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: “Good morning Logan.” Oscar says as the first thing on the first day of testing over the radio and Logan returns back to his thoughts of screaming, almost vibrating out of his seat in excitement. Goes back to his year old promise of not doing anything stupid ten seconds into the season. Hopes that when the cameras catch his inevitable joy after he gets back to the garage it will be brushed off to just being glad to be back in the car, rather than anything else. OR: Logan is a smitten rom com protagonist, Oscar is the calm and collected love interest. Fred, Alex, and Liam are the Greek chorus that wants out of this mess.

oOoOoOo

Kachow (And Other Ways to Say I Love You) (7961 words) by SyrupLime Rating: Mature Summary: Oscar finds him after Zandvoort curled up in his comforter watching Cars. The only surprising thing about the scene is how he got a DVD player within four hours. -- Sometimes Logan and Oscar find each other after bad results. Sometimes they find each other after good ones. But every time, one thing stays the same: they end up watching the Cars movies.

oOoOoOo

show me how you show off (6078 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Summary: “I don’t spend a lot of time on boats, mate,” Oscar dismisses, shaking his head. He feigns an immense amount of interest in the peeling edge of his bottle’s label, picking at it with a clammy thumb. “Maybe you should think about it, then,” Logan says, all-confident. Oscar finally spares a look at him, finding Logan’s far-away gaze just as entrancing as he shouldn’t. “Bent over port side, sun all over you…” he trails off, making an odd gesture, and adds, “it’s like heaven, man.”

MASTERPOST

#f1 #formula 1 #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #logan/oscar #loscar #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic rec #fic rec #fic rec list #rec list

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I just started watching White Collar for the first time and a realization about most male written and directed media smacked me DIRECTLY in the face which is that SO MUCH media written by a for men is genuinely just male nerd self insert, non-canon compliant, AU fan fiction??????

Like them writing and creating stories is just “ok so these guys are soooo smooth and well dressed and women just flock to them at every turn and they can get away with anything and everyone believes and supports them when they do mess up and everyone thinks they’re sooooo brilliant”

This media isn’t just portraying women “for the male gaze” it’s EVERYTHING. Everything in these stories is supporting and uplifting mens’ delusions about who they are, how they’re perceived, and how they should expect to be treated. Which is incredibly ironic because anytime media portrays women or the world in the female gaze in a more “in my ideal world things would be like this” instead of portraying us as nothing but weak, broken, unloved, traumatized, victims OR one dimensional sex symbols with no needs or emotions they’re screaming, crying, throwing up about how stupid and unrealistic the story is….

This explains SO MUCH about how male characters are handled in shows like Veronica Mars and Buffy. Even though they’re shows staring women all the “good guys” get the delusional self insert, y/n, AU fan fic treatment (Buffy still wants Angel in season 3 and Riley in season 6 even after everything they did and Xander is CONSTANTLY forgiven for all the atrocious shit he says and does and is wanted by all women besides Buffy. Veronica forgiving Duncan and getting back together with him and even CONSIDERING Piz could truly only be born from men being delusional AS FUCK. Writing how they want men to be treated by women rather than being based in reality and the woman having even an ounce of self respect.)

Which is why the “bad boys”, Logan and Spike are such better characters. They’re so much more realistic, they get held accountable by the women in their lives, have better growth and are just way more appealing and attractive because they’re not the walking embodiment of what MEN want men to be treated and act like.

Oh god this feels like such cursed knowledge to have like it’s important to see this media for what it really is but now watching it feels that much yuckier like finding the porn of someone you DO NOT LIKE but like their emotional porn “this is what life would be like in my fantasies” and they’re the fantasies of the grossest men alive 😭😭😭😭😭

Also it shows their emotional maturity like all of these things are what 13 year old boys fantasize about not actual mature, grown men….

Also just realized this is why the Star Wars sequels were so hated. It wasn’t just Rey being powerful and loved by her found family and Kylo. It was that the movies showed the reality of men like Kylo. They destroyed the male fantasy Darth Vader created. They aren’t super cool, powerful badasses. They’re extremely sad, broken, temper tantrum throwing lost little boys who just want love and acceptance but have lost the ability to accept it because of the dark side (aka the patriarchy) which is the reality and that made me SOOOOO ANGRY lololololololol and this is why Joss Whedon THOUGHT making Spike into a sad pathetic mama’s boy of a poet would make the audience not like him because that DOES work on misogynistic men who enjoy the male gaze but does NOT work and only humanizes and makes Spike even more complex and lovable to the female gaze 💀💀💀💀 oh good lord

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sbg sleepover hcs because I’m silly

Aiden brings a butt ton of junk food. Tyler balances it out with the healthy crap so they don’t get diabetes.

With a LOT of bargaining, and I mean a lot, they come up with hairstyles for Ashlyn. It’s only rarely she gives in, but it makes the sleepover worth while.

sleeps at Aidens house the most just cause it’s huge, and huge means lots of hiding spaces, and it also means getting lost easily (Taylor)

they have like scheduled calendars for each movie night on who gets to choose. It goes in some kind of order depending on who went first last time.

Aiden and Taylor choose the horror or drama movies, Tyler goes for comedy, believe it or not. Logan goes for any genre of sci - fi or fantasy (he also loves doctor who) , ben likes to put on musicals ( bless him) , and ash doesn’t have a preferred taste, but she really likes disaster movies ( and comedies with Tyler sometimes. Taylor also loves kids movies like trolls, MLP, uhhh idk any 😭)

aiden also puts on the weirdest things he could find. Put on human centipede once, got banned from picking movies for the next 4 nights

dinner ? They just order pizza or burgers. If they’re feeling adventurous, they make something together ( 60/40 chance of succeeding )

Probably do contests and play random board games. Aiden has a ton of them because he would play in his sad little room against himself when he was feeling energetic. ( help )

Tyler forgets his crap sometimes, so he just borrows from the others like a loser

They tell spooky stories at like 11pm just so when the clock hits twelve they drop down and become paranoid about everything

despite not speaking, Ben tells the best scary stories and it’s hilarious cause he’ll go out of his way and plant some fake audios around the house ( or ARE they ? 😦 )

ashlyn would keep her braids in no matter what, even if they keep getting stepped or rolled on or pulled or -

sleeping ? They plan on staying up after 12 ofc, but when they do fall asleep it’s kinda a mess . Ben sleep like he’s about to be dropped into his grave, at least so he’s able to react quick enough to whatever might be bad in the area . Logan sleeps like a caterpillar in its chrysalis stage , unless with the group , then he kinda just lays on his side if he’s comfy . Tyler likes sleeping on his stomach cause he’s afraid something might punch a hole through it again, so just in case . . Taylor hugs things in her sleep. Don’t matter who, just be her stuffed animal for a while and she’ll let you go and roll on her side. Aiden has a similar issue. But he only does this cause he never really had anything to actually cuddle up on besides his pillow so. . he’ll hug on to whoever is closest ( Ash or Ben ) . They don’t mind it , I mean Ash gets trapped but she’ll deal with it later. If no one is around or close enough, he’ll just curl up into a little ball like he did when he was younger ( habit ).

Pancakes in the morning let’s gooo !!!!!!! Most of them collectively use a bunch of whipped cream . I mean , who doesn’t ? Lame - o’s. Aiden likes to see how many pancakes he can stack on top on eachother before it falls

No pancakes ? Cereal it is . Ash likes Frosted Flakes cause of the texture, and how they don’t crunch as loud when you chew em. Plus, they’re tasty. Taylor got them captain crunch and lucky charms. Tyler likes Honey Nut Cheerios cause he’s basic , but can’t resist honeycombs . . Cause he’s still basic . ( They slap tho idc what y’all say 🫠 ) Logan prefers fruity pebbles ( me fr ) or cinnamon taste crunch . Ben doesn’t eat too much cereal, but he likes rice Krispys cause their soft on his throat. Aiden likes whatever, he’s probably gonna add random crap in it anyway lol

that last part wasn’t really a sleepover headcanon but uhms ignore that 😅😅😅😿

#school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard webtoon #aiden clark #tyler hernandez #ben clark #ashlyn banner #Logan fields #SLEEPOVER HEADCANONS !!!!#i love fruity pebbles ahem Abyway #My grammar sucks ohm

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haven’t felt well today and your little!driver thoughts have been so fluffy and comforting. that being said, do you have any thoughts on what they littles are like when they’re sick?

i feel like charles would be super clingy and whiny, not wanting you to get very far from him. i also feel like he’d be fussy about medicine so you have to get him the flavored kind and make sure he has juice to wash it down.

lando would be fussy and difficult in general. he doesn’t feel well and he’s determined to make it everyone’s problem.

i think little!logan would just be sad. he wants yo spend time with you and play and have fun. not lay in bed all day and feel yucky. but you try your best to make it fun, playing his favorite movies and giving him any snacks he wants without worrying about his meal plan

feel free to add any other thoughts you have about the other drivers❤️

Aw I love this, both fluffy and comforting. I've really been vibing with the little drivers and with the hybrid!au recently, so this is great. I'm gonna discuss each of these drivers and also I'm gonna do little!max and little!Arthur as well cause I think we sleep on them quite a lot. And feel free to add your own thoughts or ask me to expand on anything here, cause I'm just discussing each one a little bit :))

LITTLE!CHARLES:

Charles is definitely a fussy little one when he's sick, and the fact that he's being fussy actually makes him even more worked up? The medicine tastes so yucky and he feels so bad and obviously he can't help the way he's all grumpy and unhappy, but he also knows he's being difficult and therefore knows he's making your life difficult, which just breaks his little heart because he would never ever in a million years want to make trouble for you.

He's supposed to be your good little boy! And now he's making you angry, even as you try to hide your frustrations, he can tell and that makes him even more upset.

So not only is Charles grumpy and sick, but he's also so upset with himself. Just overall a very sad little who needs lots of kisses and cuddles and reassurance. You have to constantly remind him that you're his caregiver, and that it's your job to help him get better and that he's allowed to be difficult when he's feeling sick and uncomfy.

LITTLE!LANDO:

Lando is a very particular, fussy little even at the best of times so when he's sick? Oh god he's impossible.

Especially because he always pretends like he isnt sick? He'll refuse to admit his symptoms, even when you know he's sick because before Lando regressed he literally told you. But then he regresses and suddenly little!Lando refuses to admit it, insisting his doesn't need to take the medicine because he's fine.

He's very clearly not fine and sometimes you have to just force him to take it. He'll cry and whine and pout but he will listen to you. He'll be upset with you for a little bit afterwards, refusing your cuddles or attention but inevitably he'll come crawling back into your arms for comfort.

LITTLE!LOGAN:

Aw poor thing!! He definitely hates how he can't do anything fun with you. I think that Logan rarely ever regresses? Not because he doesn't want to, but because he only feels safe regressing at home with you and because of how rarely he actually gets to spend a few days alone at home with you, he rarely can regress.

So it's always so special for him when he can regress. He tends to regress a little older than the others, usually between the ages of 6 and 8, and he's able to understand how he's wasting what little time he has with you? He just wants to play with you! He wants to spend time with you and have fun and now he's sick and he can't and he's so sad.

You try to make it fun anyway, letting him choose his favourite movies and reading him his favourite stories and promising him that any time with him is fun, even if he's sick.

LITTLE!MAX:

We know that max is a very well behaved little, to the point where you actually have to try and encourage him to be a little naughty because he'll freak out if thinks he's been bad. For max, little space is a way to heal from his fractured childhood and learn he deserves love and care.

All of this is to say that little!max tries to hide he's sick, but unlike Lando it's not to avoid medicine. For maxy, it's because his dad used to get so angry when he get sick because it meant he couldnt train and race.

So when poor little maxy wakes up feeling sick and regressed? He gets to scared, because he doesn't want to make you angry. So he acts like he's fine, maybe even tries to take some medicine? But he doesn't know what to take and he doesn't want to accidentally take something he shouldn't and he's just so sad and scared.

LITTLE!ARTHUR:

One would assume that with how young Arthur regresses, he would be a nightmare when he's sick, but that couldnt be further from the truth. Or at least, when he's with you.

Because even though he feels so yucky, he also knows you're his caregiver and you always have his best interest at heart. All Arthur knows when he's regressed is that he loves you and that you look after him. It's why he gets so upset when someone else is caring for him because they arent the one he knows to trust.

Anyway, so when little!Arthur is sick he certainly needs some extra attention, but he's actually very well behaved. Even though he doesn't like the medicine, he takes it because he trusts you and he knows he'll get extra cuddles and forehead kisses.

#little!driver/rider #little!charles #little!max #little!lando #little!logan #little!arthur #cl #mv #lsarge #al #ln #soft soft vibes #gn!reader

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formulatrash · 7 months

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I've written about this before but all the little F1 men are problematic. yes, even Lewis. they're in F1 - it's why Lewis comes out with boneheaded shit like maybe half the grid going to the medical centre is a skill issue or whatever even though he's generally very sound about most other things. it's why they're all unhinged about their own bodies and say no homo shit at the same time as being fruitier than a pina colada.

where you need to work out how to draw the line is: is this the guy's own issues? does Lewis, for instance, have a gruelling grind mentality that sees him cause himself quite a lot of misery and pain, physical and psychological, in pursuit of performance? yes. this has fucked him up. do Logan and Alex and George all pick at their own bodies because they basically have to treat them as a third party? yes. are they all straitjacketed into the most absurd performative masculinity that makes them as miserable as anyone else? yes.

that doesn't mean it's not problematic. it'd be lovely if they weren't all riddled with issues. but there's 'oh, I see my blorbo is doing his bit that makes me feel kinda sad for his multimillionaire ass again' and 'ah, my blorbo is participating in something genuinely disappointing and/or damaging.'

all the silly little sports men are wrong sometimes, it's about how they do it and in what context. if you say the right thing in one place and then go to one where you know you'll be surrounded by the wrong one then to me that is showing your arse. your mileage will vary.

their own issues make them say some fucked up stuff. they don't make them participate in misogyny or book themselves into wildly bad stuff. hell, I keep forgetting Lewis is doing that Brad Pitt movie, which there isn't an excuse for.

my point is: all of them being problematic in some ways isn't the same as someone actively choosing to participate in something gross. for publicity.

but it's also ok to fancy problematic little men. I fancy Andrea Iannone even though I know he's a Certified Bad Man. that's ok, I'm not electing him to office I'm just looking disrespectfully at jpegs. people do not have to be fundamentally pure and good for you to be horny about them.

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derpymidnight · 11 days

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"I'm not a prophet, but I know that our people will keep going forward, all together, with all of our strength." Whale Rider, Witi Ihimaera

I finished this piece just in time for the season finale of Bad Batch! This is based off of the movie Whale Rider starring Keisha Castle-Hughes and Rawiri Paratene. Crosshair and Omega's relationship growth really reminded me of Paikea and Koro's, so it felt fitting to draw them as a nod to the movie. They even resemble the characters from Whale Rider, so I wonder if it was intentional on the creators' part?

I am sad that this is the end for The Bad Batch, but I'm also incredibly grateful that I've been apart of its run for the last two years. This show is what got me into Clone Wars and I have thoroughly enjoyed Star Wars since. I could watch it again and again and the nostalgia of it all will make it feel like the very first time I watched it.

Speaking of my love for Star Wars, I got the chance to meet Daniel Logan last week! He was such a nice guy and had so much to talk about. I told him I was a fan of The Clone Wars, and he told me about the scrapped arc where Boba was supposed to kill Cad Bane, Ventress, and Ahsoka, which I had no idea! I'm so glad I got to meet him.

Anyways, I haven't watched the season finale yet, so I'll get to it!!!

edit: rushed through this last minute to post, but made some edits and reposted the image because I hated the way it looked. if you saw the first edition no you didn't:)) gonna sleep it off now x

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bwoahtastic · 4 months

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Hello the Nico Logan photo and fic ideas have fully captured me mind body and soul. Nico and Jenson being friends with benefits who secretly love each other, but they're both convinced that the other doesn't want a real relationship. Then Nico gets pregnant and he really wants a baby, but is so sure that Jenson will see it as Nico trying to trap him, and won't want anything to do with either of them. He assured Jenson that he can do it all by himself, and Jenson doesn't need to be involved. Jenson agrees but is secretly devastated. He loves Nico and wants so badly to be a family with him but thinks that Nico doesn't want him back.

Then little Logie is born and he is the most perfect, precious baby ever. He's tiny and blonde and so sweet, Nico and Jenson are so in love with him. Logie grows up a bit and never loses his sweetness. He's so much like Nico, shy and a bit wary but so loving and cheeky once he gets to know you, and he has Jenson's smile. He loves his mama and papa so much, they're the absolute best, but he doesn't understand why they don't all live together like other people's parents. He wants to go on holiday with both his mama and papa and they can't say no to him.

They have the most perfect time on holiday. Logie in his little swim shorts and hat with little fishie armbands, Jenson splashing around with him on the beach and in the pool, Nico in his little white bikini constantly worrying about everyone wearing enough sunscreen. Logie has so much fun, and the best part is that he gets both mama and papa to read him a story and tuck him into bed. Afterwards, Nico and Jenson collapse onto the sofa with a bottle of wine. They've always had fun together, and watching each other be such a good parent is so attractive, and one thing leads to another...

Plss jenson and nico as friends with benefits because they get along and the sex is good, so it just works so well! Then nico finds out he is pregnant and he is afraid Jense will be upset, will blame him for being irresponsible and trying to trap him, so when he tells Jenson he keeps saying he can do it alone, he doesnt need jenson and jenson is quite sad, for a while assumes that Nico doesnt want him to be involved....

Jenson supports nico through the pregnancy best he can and pls he is there when their tiny little Logan is born! Jenson practically begs Nico to be allowed to stay over for the first few months, to be close to his baby and to help Nico but in the end theg stupidly cant admit to wanting to be togetber yet.

Logie growing up into such a cutiepie! He is a little shy like Momma and needs time to warm up to people, but he is cheeky and smart and his smile is exactly like Jenson's, which makes nico melt every time! Logie loves his parents but doesn't understand why papa lives somewhere else, papa and momma love each other like Logie loves them right?

Logie softly asking Nico for a family holiday after seeing a movie, sure he went with nico and jense separately before but it seems more fun with both, so he doesn't have to miss the other then! Nico talks to jenson about it and they both agree to it, go to a little secluded apartment eith pool in a warm country and just play family, are so domestic!

Jenson teaches Logan to swim and Nico smiles as Logan gets ice cream all over himself while eating it, and both are just shyly glancing at the other! Jenson blushes seeing nico in his bikini and Nico's heart is racing whilr putting sunscreen on Jenson's strong back

They put logan to bed and share wine and it's just so familiar and safe and before they know it, they are kissing. They don't go much further, but jenson doesn't sleep in the spare room, and instead they both curl up with Logie who is SO happy when he wakes up!

#asks

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words-like-water · 1 year

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False Infidelity

or the one where you think Gar is cheating on you.

Gar Logan x gn!reader

warnings: curse words courtesy of Jason Todd

word count: 1,096

request: @danversxwasabi "can you write about the reader dating Gar but, because of a misunderstanding, believing he cheats on her with Rachel? just some angst and fluff at the end."

a/n: My first request! I will always remember you, my love. I love requests. They are so much fun. Please keep sending lots of requests. Also, I know that the last post was in lowercase, but I'm trying different stuff out to see what I like. Also, there's no posting schedule right now, but I promise I'll have one eventually. This will all be a lot more orderly down the road.

Being a Titan is mentally and emotionally taxing.

Because of my powers —the ability to phase through anything and everything— I feel like I have to keep myself in check more often as my powers fluctuate with my feelings.

Which is kind of difficult considering I'm a fairly emotional person.

Thankfully, I have my loving boyfriend here to help me whenever I feel out of sorts.

In fact, the first time I met Gar, I was so nervous that I started sinking through the floor.

Gar Logan is the sweetest person I've ever met. He's always bringing me little things that he thinks will make me happy, and they do.

He lets me cuddle him while he plays video games; we bake together; and he lets me steal his clothes without complaining, and when they don't smell like him anymore, he just switches them out for ones that do.

And he's so helpful all the time. Reassuring me whenever I get anxious, cheering me up whenever I get really sad, and helping me stay calm whenever I get mad and extremely annoyed.

Like right now.

Dick had insisted that I practice fighting without triggering my powers.

So here I am, sparring with the most annoying person on Earth, trying to stay calm.

"Come on, is that all you got?"

Jason Todd dances around me on the mat.

I've been so busy trying not to get angry at his stupid comments that I've mostly been making defensive moves.

I know I'm reaching my limit. He makes some snarky comment and kicks at my torso. It never connects; his leg passes right through me.

The weight that he put into the kick was more than he anticipated. It throws his balance off, and he curses as he hits the mat.

With the look in his eyes, I can feel the venom ready to leave his mouth.

He stands up and resumes his fighting stance across the mat, and I can feel myself moving before he finishes shit-talking.

"Do you ever notice how much time Gar and Rachel spend together?" "You think they're fucking?"

My fist is flying faster than I can think and faster than he can move.

And he's lucky that I'm irritated because the power in this punch might have knocked a few of his teeth loose.

But it doesn't. Instead, I phase, and it sends me hurtling into the wall behind him.

Through the wall, actually.

And right into the hallway.

Where Gar and Rachel are standing really close. His hand touching the side of her face.

They both go silent, eyes wide like they hadn't expected me to be here. I mean, I did come out of the wall. No excuse though.

They look at each other and take a step back.

They both start with my name on the tip of their tongues, but I'm back through the wall before either of them can finish their lie.

Jason's coming at me with a smirk on his face, but I shove him out of the way before he can say anything either.

I yank my door open, stomp inside, and slam it shut all in one fluid motion.

I'm having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that Gar would cheat on me as I press my back against the door.

Rachel of all people

I slide to the floor.

Tears prick my eyes as I think about all of the signs I probably missed.

I'm thinking about how at dinner he always sits next to me, but directly in front of her.

All the looks they've probably shared during what Kory calls "family movie night." Looks that I've missed.

Before I know it, I can feel the wood behind me dissipating.

I shuffle away from the door, opting to pace back and forth in front of my bed as I try to calm down.

I think about how much easier this would be if Gar were here, and hot tears roll down my face.

Gar would be here if he weren't the one making me upset.

He would be here if he weren't with her.

Bile rises from my stomach at that thought, but I swallow it back down.

A knock on the door turns my heart into lead, but my body turns lighter than air, and I sink into the floor a little.

"Love, I know what you think you saw, but I promised nothing happened."

As Gar speaks, I can't decide if that's real remorse in his voice or regret for the fact that he got caught.

Still, I can't help the way that my body gravitates toward him in my state of distress. "Then why were you guys so close? Why were you touching her face? Hm?"

I hope he can hear the hurt in my voice.

"She had an eyelash in her eye." "I was just trying to help." I rip the door open.

"Did you have to touch her like that? Like you don't have a girlfriend?" I watch his face closely, searching for a tell that he's lying. Tears are still wetting my face.

He looks to the ground before his eyes meet mine again. "No, I didn't, but I wasn't thinking about it."

"You didn't think about the fact that you have a girlfriend!?" I'm hysterical at this point.

Gar hesitantly steps into the room, closer to me. "I didn't think about her like that when I was touching her face."

Once I'm within his arm's reach, he pulls me close by my waist. "It was completely platonic, baby, I swear." "I was just tryna help."

The way he's looking at me with so much love begins to make me question if I've been a little irrational. I just can't help it when I ask him anyway.

"So you still love me?"

"Yes, I promise I still love you with all my heart." His hands slip under my shirt to rub my lower back.

"And you're not cheating on me with Rachel?" I sniffled a little bit.

"No, baby, I'd never ever cheat on you, not with anyone." He pulls me into a hug, my face tucked into his chest.

"Can we cuddle, please?" My words muffle against his shirt, and he laughs, already pulling me towards the bed.

"Of course, we can, my love." He flops down onto my bed and pulls me on top of him.

I can already feel myself returning to normal as I fall into the comforting embrace of my lover.

Like always, being with Gar makes everything better.

#gar logan x reader #garfield logan #gar logan x fem!reader #titans x reader #gar logan angst #gar logan fluff

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bohnsky · 6 months

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Vegas 23

Vegas was silly, way too much unnecessary show and all it really did was making me want to rewatch the Ocean's movies.

But here are my thoughts on Vegas and my favorite drivers 6,5 months into liking f1:

1. Alex Albon

I've got to say, quali made me fucking happy and the first few laps, when both Williams could hold their positions. I'm sure no one really expected them to stay up there, but I feel like they would've deserved at least some points.

Also, when he fell during the Netflix Cup.

2. Sergio Perez

VAMOS!!!! I'm so happy for Checo!!!

I was so scared, after that turn one ichident, but luckily everything turned out okay. Even though I feel like Red Bull don't celebrate that championship 1-2 enough. It seems like they tend to forget that Checo brought Max his first Championship AND Red Bulls first 1-2.

Also, I was so stressed in that last lap. Why did it have to be so fucking close again? My heart can't handle that. Plus, I'm getting really mad at the German commentators again. They just keep bullshitting on Checo to the point that I actually think about watching with the English commentary. And then when he does good in the race, they just act so surprised as if he hadn't done this before, qualifying badly but then totally killing it in the race.

3. Charles Leclerc/Lewis Hamilton

My little Ferrari heart was happy for the majority of the weekend, but it also broke a little. Being a Ferrari fan comes with tons of mixed feelings.

Also, I was a little mad at Charles for overtaking Checo on the last lap, but I can't really be mad at him. He deserves that 2nd place and I'm happy for him, even if he himself is not happy with 2nd.

I feel a little bad, because I haven't been rooting for Lewis at all, but I just needed Checo to get that 2nd place in the championship. Now that that's out of the way, I can root for Lewis again :)

Also them having a few moments together this weekend made me happy.

4. Lance Stroll

I'm so happy!!!

Here the commentators were shocked as well, because Lance is like Checo a victim of their constant bullshitting. He's showing the world that he does deserve his seat and I couldn't be happier for him!

5. Lando Norris

I'm sad. It was a horrendous weekend for him. Even without the crash. I just hope he really is fine and doesn't just say that to not worry us.

Also can we talk about how wag coded Max Fewtrell is? I love it.

Honorable mentions:

Logan. I was so happy for him in Quali! I just wish the race would have ended a little better for him. And then I watched a clip of him and remembered how fucking American he is. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against Americans. I love Americans, but they can be real silly. And Logan is often very silly.

Carlos. I refused to wake up at 5am to watch fp1, waking up to "red flag because of SAI", "FP1 will not be resumed" and "FP2 will be delayed for 2 hours, because the track needs to be fixed". Let me tell you, I was imagining the worst. I thought Carlos had sent it into the wall or something. It took me a while to understand what had actually happened. And how dare them give Carlos a fucking 10 place grid penalty for THEIR mistake? I'm furious! Well at least he got P6.

Max. I have finally decided that I love Max. I am no longer torn when it comes to him. My favorite thing about this weekend (after Checo securing 2nd in the championship) might be that Max tried to help Checo on that last lap. I really didn't expect him to, but that was sweet, just a little too late. But that's not his fault.

Liam. I miss him. He seems like a fun guy and I really liked him and Yuki together.

That's it, thanks for reading.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #vegas gp 2023 #alex albon #sergio perez #charles lecrelc #lewis hamilton #lance stroll #lando norris #logan seargent #carlos sainz junior #max verstappen #liam lawson

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strandbuckley · 6 months

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Friendsgiving with the F1 Grid

2.1K words | Logan Sargeant/Oscar Piastri | Logan is sad about missing Thanksgiving with his family in America. Oscar brings Thanksgiving to him

Oscar knew all of Logan’s facial expressions. It came with the territory of being together for so long and friends for even longer. He’d learned to read his boyfriend long ago when they were teammates at Prema and Logan was freshly twenty and terrified to reveal how he felt to anyone. Oscar was exceptionally good at reading people and quickly deciphered all of Logan’s minute facial expressions and could tell what the older boy was feeling in a matter of seconds. Luckily, Logan had gotten better at talking about his feelings over the years and was much more inclined to tell Oscar what was really going on instead swearing everything was fine until “fine” didn’t sound like a real word. So today, when Logan came in from the balcony where he’d been on facetime with his mom and brother, a fake smile plastered on his pretty face, Oscar knew he was upset.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, placing his phone face down on the table and holding his arms open.

Despite Logan being slightly taller and this position being mildly uncomfortable in the armed dining chair Oscar was sitting in, Logan sat sideways on his lap, resting his head against his shoulder.

“I dunno. It’s dumb.”

“I bet it’s not,” Oscar brushed his blonde waves away from his forehead. “Did your mom or Dalton say something to you?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it, Loges?”

Oscar knew what it was without asking. Today was Thanksgiving and instead of being in Florida, stuffing his face with food and arguing over football with his brother, Logan was in Abu Dhabi, getting ready for media day.

His mom had called while they were eating breakfast, wanting to speak to Logan before all of their guests arrived for dinner. Dalton had been there too, and Oscar had leaned over to say hello before Logan was excusing himself to the balcony to talk to his family in private. Oscar knew he would be sad when he came back in. Thanksgiving was one of Logan’s favorite holidays and he missed his family desperately at this time of year. Usually his homesickness wasn’t too bad, he’d adapted over the many years he’d been away, but holidays always made him more melancholy than usual.

During their time as teammates, Logan had described American Thanksgiving to him and Fred, telling them about the food and football on the beach with his younger cousins, when it was still warm enough to tackle each other into the water. He told them that even as adults, he and Dalton would stretch out on opposite ends of the L-shaped sectional in their basement and fall into a food coma together while they watched football and Friends reruns away from the chaos of their extended family.

“I just miss home I guess,” Logan finally said. “I never go home for Thanksgiving and usually it’s okay. For some reason this year is just hard.”

“I’m sorry baby. I know you miss your mom and Dalton.”

“I just wish I could be there. I know I’m going home next week and that you’re coming with me, but it isn’t the same. Even Dalton said so.”

“He misses his little brother more than he wants to admit.”

“I miss him. He’s my best friend. Besides you.”

“I know, baby. I wish there was something I could do to make it better.”

“It’s okay, Osc. I know you would if you could.”

“I can have pumpkin pie delivered tonight. Like that year at Prema. We can even watch that Christmas vacation movie you like so much.”

“I made Dalton promise he wouldn’t watch it until I got home. So I won’t watch it without him.”

“We can watch the grinch instead then. I just hate seeing you sad babe.”

“I hate being sad,” Logan sighed. “I’ll get over it. I guess it just hurts more that I’m the only American on the grid. So, no one else gets it. I know it’s been a long season, and everyone misses their families by now. It’s just different for me. No one else even celebrates Thanksgiving. Except for Lance but that doesn’t count.”

Oscar chuckled and kissed his shoulder, “I’ll do whatever I can to make today better.”

“Can you get me out of media? That would help a lot.”

As if on cue, Oscar’s alarm to head downstairs went off.

“No can do, baby. At least we have the press conference together.”

*****

When Lando plopped down on the couch in Oscar’s driver’s room, the younger man didn’t even look up, too busy staring at his phone screen with furrowed brows.

“Earth to Oscar,” Lando said, waving a hand in front of his eyes. “What’s got you so focused?”

“I’m trying to figure out Thanksgiving.”

“Why?”

“Thanksgiving is today, and Logan is really homesick. I wanted to do something special for him.”

“What if we throw him a Thanksgiving dinner?” Lando pondered.

“How in the hell are we going to do that? Americans spend days prepping for this and we’ve got,” Oscar glanced down at his watch. “Six hours.”

“You do realize I’m friends with Max Verstappen, right? We can make anything happen.”

“Would he do that?”

“If we asked him, yeah. He may look like a grump, but he’s got a soft spot for the rookies. Lewis too. I’m sure with their help we could pull something together. I could ask George to get all of the drivers that are available. We could make a fake GPDA meeting or something and have the food set up there.”

“Where are we going to get that much food on this short notice?”

“Worry not Piastri, the Mclaren catering team loves me.”

“You’re seriously going to do all of this? I was just going to order pumpkin pie to our hotel and maybe blow him to make him feel better.”

“You’re my friend Oscar and so is Logan. Plus, he looks like a kicked puppy when he’s sad and I really don’t like it.”

Lando did have a point there.

“We’re gonna throw your boyfriend a Thanksgiving dinner so kickass that he’ll be the one blowing you.”

“Thanks for looking out for my sex life,” Oscar chuckled.

“I do what I can. But remember we share a wall and I already know what your name is. I don’t need to hear Logan moaning it all night.”

“Noted.”

*****

From: George Russel

To: GPDA

“Hello everyone. I’m sorry for the late notice but there will be a mandatory GPDA meeting tonight at 1830 in the FIA building on track. We’ll be discussing matters unresolved from this season and looking ahead to 2024. Please like this message to indicate you have seen it and will be attending. See you then.”

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“Why do you think they called a last-minute meeting?” Logan asked as they trekked through the dark paddock to the FIA building.

“Someone probably had some petty bullshit that they waited until the last race of the season to make a stink about just to be a dick.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I’m sorry this is cutting into our pumpkin pie and Christmas movie time,” Oscar said, bumping their shoulders together. “I’ll make it up to you when we get back. Maybe this won’t last too long.”

“It’s okay Osc.Thank you for trying to cheer me up today. It means a lot.”

“Hey,” Oscar stopped him and grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him gently. “You’re my favorite person on the planet. I would do anything to see you smile.”

Logan smiled, tucking his head shyly.

“There it is,” Oscar teased, tilting his head up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Now come on, you know how George gets when people are late.”

They climbed the stairs to the entrance and swiped their driver badges to enter the front doors. Oscar led the way down the hallway to the conference room and pushed open the doors.

Logan gasped when he saw, instead of twenty chairs placed neatly in rows and George Russel in front of a podium, eighteen other drivers looking at him with the biggest grins he’d ever seen, and long tables absolutely loaded with food.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Lando cheered as he bounded across the room like an over excited puppy to hug him.

“What?” Logan found himself at a loss for words as he let Lando crush his ribs.

“Oscar said you were sad that you couldn’t be home for Thanksgiving, so we brought Thanksgiving to you,” he explained, pulling away to let him breathe. “Max, Lewis, and George helped us organize and I bribed the Mclaren catering team with golf lessons.”

“From Carlos I hope,” Max teased, appearing over Lando’s shoulder.

“Rude. But yes, from Carlos.”

Max elbowed Lando out of the way and ruffled Logan’s hair, “Happy Thanksgiving Logan.”

“Thank you, Max. And thank you for helping, but how did you pull this off?”

Max shrugged, “Three-time world champion and seven-time world champion. It’s pretty easy to get shit done with that many trophies.”

Lewis appeared next, pulling him into a side hug and giving him a friendly kiss on the temple, “You have some people who really love you brother. You’re lucky.”

“Yeah I am.”

Somehow, Logan found himself seated between Alex and Yuki, plates piled high with food that definitely didn’t fit into their diet plans, letting Yuki chatter away and ask him a million questions about Thanksgiving cuisine. No, he didn't know why there were marshmallows on the sweet potatoes. Yes, he thought it was good. Yes, his mom makes it better than this.

It wasn’t quite the same as beach football with his cousins and couch naps with Dalton, but it was pretty damn good.

At some point, Lewis made them all go around and say what they were thankful for, which Logan usually found cringy and embarrassing but found himself getting a little choked up tonight. He felt tears well up as Max said he was thankful for his cats and sugar free Red Bull but then sat down and squeezed Daniel’s hand discreetly between their chairs. He had to hold back his tears when it was his turn and he stood and looked around the room.

“I’m thankful to be here,” he said honestly. “I’m thankful for the opportunity to get a season in F1 and race alongside all of you.”

He sat down quickly before the tears could start flowing properly and he felt a hand resting on his knee. He looked over at Alex who was smiling at him sincerely.

“It won’t be your last,” he whispered.

“I really hope so.”

Eventually the gathering devolved into chaos when Valtteri suggested drinking games and he had to be reminded that they had free practice sessions the next day and needed to be getting to bed.

“What are we going to do with all of this extra food?” Logan asked.

They had made a large dent in the spread, twenty grown men who didn’t often get to eat unrestricted could really put away some food, but there was still more left that Logan didn’t want to waste.

“Don’t worry,” George assured him. “Lewis found a women and children’s shelter nearby and the team is going to drop all of this off with them first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Good.”

Oscar appeared behind him, squeezing his shoulders gently.

“Are you ready to go baby? I think you’re gonna have to roll me back to the hotel.”

Logan chuckled and leaned back into his warmth, “Yeah let's go. Sleep is calling me.”

They said their goodbyes quickly, all the other drivers on a similar page and just as eager to get home and sleep as they were.

They both took a quick shower, taking advantage of the dual shower heads to be efficient and collapsed into bed. Logan’s limbs felt heavy, but he rolled over anyway, fitting his head into the bend of Oscar’s hip where he was propped against the headboard, flipping through TV channels. He stopped when he found what he was looking for and relaxed into the plush mattress as the opening titles of How the Grinch Stole Christmas rolled across the screen.

“Thank you for today, Oscar,” Logan said as they watched Cindy Lou Who interview the citizens of Whoville. “It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I told you; I’d do anything to see you smile.”

“You make me smile.”

“I’m glad.”

Logan turned his head slightly to press a kiss to the thin skin of Oscar’s inner thigh.

“I love you Osc.”

“I love you more. Happy Thanksgiving Loges.”

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

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