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pucksandpower · 1 month

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Mad World

Logan Sargeant x Vowles!Reader

Summary: no matter how cruel the rest of the world may seem, Logan will always have a home with you

Logan stares blankly at James Vowles, unable to process the words coming out of his team principal’s mouth.

“I’m … I’m sorry, what?” Logan stammers, his heart pounding. This can’t be happening.

James looks immensely uncomfortable but pushes on. “Alex needs your chassis since his is too damaged and the team does not have a spare. You’ll have to withdraw from the race weekend.”

The room falls into an oppressive silence as the words sink in. Logan can feel his chance at remaining in Formula 1 next year slipping away with each agonizing second. Why is he being punished for a crash that wasn’t his fault? The questions swirl dizzily in his mind.

James regards him with remorseful eyes. “I’m sorry, Logan. There’s no other way ...”

The words hit Logan like a punch to the gut. He stares at James, numb, his mind spinning. After a long silence, he nods mutely and forces out, “I … I need a minute.” His feet move without conscious thought, carrying him blindly down the corridors as burning tears blur his vision.

Logan’s heart pounds in his chest as he rushes through the hallway, tears streaming down his face. He can barely see where he’s going as he barrels toward his driver’s room. His breaths come in ragged gasps, the weight of James’ words crushing him.

How could they do this to him? After everything?

He fumbles with the handle, finally wrenching the door open and slamming it shut behind him. Logan leans back against it, sliding down until he’s sitting on the floor. Sobs wrack his body as the reality sinks in — he’s out for the weekend because of someone else’s mistake.

It’s not fair. None of this is fair.

His career, his dreams, his entire future flashing before his eyes, slipping away because Williams can’t get their act together. Why did they even re-sign him if they have so little faith? The questions swirl in his mind, only compounded by the hurt and anger burning in his chest.

Logan stays like that for who knows how long, gasping for air between cries that feel like they’re literally tearing him apart from the inside.

He’s so consumed by emotion that he doesn’t hear the tentative knock at first. When it comes again, louder this time, he jolts slightly, raising a hand to wipe uselessly at his tear-streaked face.

With trembling fingers, he pulls open the door, and you’re standing there. The mere sight of you breaks through the haze of devastation, if only for a moment.

You step inside without a word, wrapping your arms around him, and the dam breaks again. Fresh sobs spill out as Logan crumples against your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline while you softly hush him, guiding the two of you to the couch.

You maneuver him gently until his head is cradled in your lap, your fingers combing soothingly through his hair. “I came as soon as I heard,” you murmur, voice thick with shared pain. “I can’t believe they would do this to you because of their own mistakes. It’s not right.”

Logan tries to speak, to voice the turmoil inside him, but all that comes out is a strangled, “Why? I don’t … I don’t understand. It’s not my fault, so why am I being punished?” His words dissolve into hiccuping gasps. “They must not have faith in me at all. This … this is it, isn’t it? The end.”

You shush him again, cupping his face to brush the tears away with your thumbs. “Don’t think like that. The team is the one in the wrong here, not you.”

But the storm won’t be quelled so easily. Logan sits up abruptly, putting distance between you despite how his heart aches at the loss of your touch. “But soon I won’t even be a driver anymore,” he chokes out, meeting your eyes with his own reddened, devastated gaze. “You shouldn’t … you deserve so much better than me, Y/N. Better than someone whose career is over before it even started.”

“Logan Sargeant, don’t you dare say that.” You’re on your feet in an instant, hands on your hips in a stance he knows all too well — the fierce protectiveness that still makes his heart flutter, even now. “I am with you because I love you, every amazing, incredible part of you. Not because you’re an F1 driver, but because of the person you are.”

He can only gape at you, stunned into silence by the intensity of your words, the unwavering certainty in your tone. You step closer, cupping his face again, making him meet the blazing love and conviction in your eyes.

“I don’t care if you never race again, though you know I believe in you with everything I have. I’m not going anywhere, do you understand me? We’re in this together, always, no matter what.” You press your lips to his brow, his cheeks, finally claiming his mouth in a searing kiss that leaves him dizzy. “I love you,” you breathe against his lips. “I love you so much, Logan.”

He’s dumbstruck, overwhelmed by the ferocity of your devotion, even in the face of his lowest moment. How did he get so lucky as to have you in his life? In a heartbeat, Logan is kissing you again, tears of a different kind streaking his cheeks as he murmurs the words over and over. “I love you, I love you, I love you ...”

Eventually, you guide him back until he’s lying down on the couch once more, placing a small pillow under his head. “Get some rest, babe. You’ve been through the ringer today.”

He catches your hand before you can move away fully. “Where are you going?”

The fiery look in your eye makes his stomach flip. “I need to go have a … conversation … with my father.”

Logan lets out a teary laugh at your protective fierceness — one of the many things he loves most about you. “Yes ma’am.”

Leaning down, you brush one last lingering kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

As you turn and head for the door, Logan feels his heart swell watching your receding form. For all the hurt today has brought, he knows more than ever that he’s the luckiest man in the world to have you by his side.

As Logan drifts into an exhausted doze, his last conscious thoughts are of you — his forever, his everything — and how lucky he is to have such an amazing love in his life.

No matter what happens next.

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earlgreyflowers · 13 days

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Ok but we NEED a prequel public sex with Oscar, maybe the first time Logan watched/joined in?

A/N I was in the middle of writing a Carlos fic that will be coming soon but I wanted to give you guys some Oscar content again so here you go

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You always loved coming in with Oscar on Prema shoot days, a permanent smile on your face watching him interact with his teammates; Fred and Logan. The two had welcomed you with open arms the first time Oscar introduced you, with you and Logan sparking a quick friendship.

There was something inherently sweet about the American, always taking time to ask how you were doing and get to know you. Oscar loved seeing your friendship blossom, happy that there was someone to keep you company when he was busy in front of the camera.

Today you sat behind the camera, watching as the threesome film a blindfolded eating challenge for the Prema YouTube channel. The striking red of the team practically burned your eyes but the boys looked so cute in their team kit, especially Oscar. You had to stifle a laugh each time Oscar got frustrated when the boys weren't guessing the items correctly, his face an absolute picture.

Part of you loved coming here to see the contrast between the Oscar everyone else knows and the Oscar that's reserved for you. This version of your boyfriend was lovable and hilarious, awkward in an endearing way. Whilst that is the version of Oscar that drew you in, you couldn't deny that the other side of Oscar is the one that got you hooked. The Oscar you knew now, the one who practically folded you in half whilst he pounded into you at night, was your dirty little secret.

Even now, when he glanced over at you, innocent smile on his lips, you could see the naughty glint in his eyes as they traveled over your body. You'd worn a skirt today, planning on convincing Oscar to sneak away for a quickie somewhere, but in this moment you were regretting it. Oscar's thirsty look had your thighs clenching together, a movement he couldn't miss. He was thankful his two friends were blindfolded, unable to see the way he was practically drooling over you.

Oscar was snapped back into reality by Logan's guess at the food stuff, bursting out laughing at how wrong he was.

When filming had wrapped up, you found yourself sat opposite Logan in the Prema canteen. "I don't know what happened to your taste buds Logan but you were awful at that challenge." You tell him, giggling when he glares daggers at you.

"I was not," the American replies, "They just gave us really hard foods. Honestly, give me a good burger and I'd be able to explain it perfectly, you just watch." Logan defends, barely able to make it through his claims with a straight face.

Oscar joins the pair of you, slipping a drink in front of you as his now free hand glides over your exposed thigh. Your legs squeeze together, the hitch in your breath masked as you take a sip of your drink. “What are you guys talking about?” Oscar asks.

“Y/N thinks there’s something wrong with my mouth.” Logan laughs as you fight to keep your legs open under the table. Oscar smirks, “Maybe we should ask that girl from the other day.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, gently hitting him on the arm as Logan blushes. “Oscar man, no need to expose me like that in front of a lady.” He stammers, avoiding eye contact. Oscar chuckles, “Trust me, Y/N doesn’t mind, the two of us heard everything anyway.” You can’t help but giggle as Logan fights back a smile.

“I hate you guys.” He laughs, before pulling out his phone and leaving the two of you to your own private conversation. Oscar’s rough hand is a welcome addition to your thigh, sending goosebumps over your skin with each stroke of his thumb.

He leans in to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before dropping his mouth to your ear. “Did you wear a skirt on purpose today sweetheart? Did you have a dirty little plan in mind this morning?” He questions, the teasing tone to his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head, glancing over at Logan and hoping he can’t see the blush rising to your cheeks. Oscar hums in your ear, clearly disagreeing with you.

“Now I don’t think that’s true, I think you wanted me to be able to touch you whenever I want today. To slip my fingers under that little skirt and play with your pussy, I bet you’re wet already aren’t you?” He whispers. You bite your lip in response to conceal a whimper, his thumb gliding against the fabric of your dampening underwear.

Your toes curl in your shoes at the sensation, hand squeezing into a fist around your phone as Oscar slips your underwear to the side. To anyone watching it looks as though Oscar is resting his head on your shoulder, interested in whatever’s on your screen.

In reality he’s swiping his thick fingers through the growing wetness pooling between your legs. His slick fingers circle your clit and your stomach clenches as you barely conceal a moan. Logan glances up briefly at the small sound but furrows his eyebrows in confusion when it seemed you and Oscar hadn’t noticed. He shakes his head before returning to scrolling through Instagram.

Oscar smirks as he watches his friend return to his activities, one of his digits now slipping inside your pussy ever so slowly. “I bet you’d just love it if he noticed, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Oscar whispers, lips grazing your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek in disguise. “Absolutely dripping for me, or are you soaked for him? Huh? Do you want Logan to know what a dirty little slut you are?” He continues.

You barely contain your whine, teeth digging into your lip so hard you're certain you'll break the skin soon. Oscar’s finger slides in and out of your pussy, your cheeks heating up as the very faint sound of your juices reaches your ears. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the smirk spreading across Oscar’s face, proud of himself for getting his girlfriend in this state.

He curls his fingers, applying to pressure to that one spot that makes your eyes roll. In an attempt to not react that, your body forces a new reaction, a knee jerk reaction that causes your leg to slam into Logan's own leg underneath the table. His head shoots up at the pain, eyebrows scrunched, "What the hell was that for Y/N?" He practically hisses.

"I'm sorry," You stutter out, Oscar's fingers still not stopping their motions. "I, uh, I didn't mean-" Before you can finish your sentence, a brush of Oscar's hand against your clit sends you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you, your eyes screwing shut as you slam your hand over your mouth. Oscar continues to watch you, ignoring Logan's wide eyed stare.

You keep your stare to the ground, unable to look at Logan across the table. Oscar's other hand lifts your chin up to face him, "It's okay baby, you did great, Logan won't judge you. I promise." He whispers gently, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Your eyes slowly travel over to meet Logan's, a clouded look of lust taking over his pupils. "

"Did what I think just happened, just happen?" He murmurs, swallowing thickly as he awaits the answer. You nod shyly, a prickly heat coating your cheeks as you blush. Logan's tongue peeks out to lick his lips, now hyper aware of just how dry his mouth is.

"Can I see more?" He asks, turning to look at Oscar. The Australian sits there smugly, looking at you to see if you have any qualms. When he sees nothing but excitement in your eyes, he returns his gaze to Logan.

"Meet us in our hotel room tonight, I'll text you the room number." Oscar tells him, before standing from the table and extending an arm to allow you to join him. The pair of you walk away, not sparing a glance back at Logan, who remains seated at the table under he truly grasps what he just witnessed.

"Holy shit." He mutters to himself, squeezing himself in his trousers before rushing off to his room to resolve his new problem.

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disneyprincemuke · 2 months

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✧.* the parent trap / ls2 *.✧

while luna's observant nature is typically a blessing, you suddenly find yourself a part of her little games after you and logan get into a fight that leaves you refusing to talk to one another

notes: i missed dad!logan so here we are

“love,” logan sighs as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “come on.”

“don’t even say that to me!” you shriek before turning to walk away from him. “no, seriously, logan. i no longer want to speak to you.”

“you can’t just do that!”

“yeah, i can! watch me!”

marriage is fun, they said. though you actually cannot remember who specifically said that to you, or is that something you told yourself to make yourself feel better for getting married at 20?

either way, it’s tough juggling being a wife to an athlete who is rarely home, your job and a 5-year-old. you just wish someone had talked some sense into you before you decided that teenage pregnancy was smart.

spoiler alert: it, in fact, is not.

so you spend the night in the guest room by yourself with frustration in your veins. you could have opted to continue arguing with logan, but the sleeping toddler just a door down just makes it so difficult to continue.

your ability to turn a petty argument into a full fledged argument has bled into your marriage, and you have to admit that both of you are still slowly still figuring that part out.

it’s a lot harder than you thought.

you fall asleep after tossing and turning for hours, not used to the stiffness of the bed in the guest bedroom that’s only ever lived in when logan’s brother comes for a visit. the sheets smell too clean and the room is neat — you’re rarely inside, only using it as luna’s makeshift playroom at times.

so imagine the toddler’s shock when she knocks on the master bedroom door and stumbles in only to find one parent under the sheets. and it’s not even the same as before: she’d half expected you laying by yourself but not this time. it’s just logan.

considering logan is rarely home makes it all the more perplexing for the blue eyed kid.

she hums, climbing over logan who’s lying on his side. “where’s mummy?”

“mummy needed some ‘me time’,” logan grins, peeking through an eye as luna climbs under the sheets, nuzzling herself into his arms. “mummy is sleeping in the next room over.”

luna hums, nodding understandingly though concerned for her mother. she contemplates checking on you briefly, but the minute logan’s soft snores filled the empty room again, she knew she was stuck in place for the next couple of minutes until logan remembers that luna is here to wake you both up for breakfast.

so she sighs, closing her eyes and forcing herself into a slumber again to ignore her grumbling stomach. and because she hasn’t seen logan for 2 weeks, so this is kinda nice.

luna is awoken by the smell of pancakes and she knows instantly that you’ve finally rolled out of bed and mummy’s ‘me time’ is finally over. she scrambles out of logan’s arms, completely unaware of the deep slumber that her father has slipped into, interrupted by her thrashing around.

“mummy!” the girl screeches as she opens the door, stuffed koala locked between her arm and her body. “are those pancakes?”

“good morning, lulu,” you greet her, setting a plate down on the table. she greets you softly, wobbling over to you and tiptoeing when you press a kiss to the top of her head. “you slept with daddy?”

“i went in to wake him up,” she mutters, climbing onto the seat next to you, “then we fell asleep again.”

logan stumbles out of the room as well, hair a mess and eyes still half open. he merely glances at you, catching your eye as you both consider acting civilised in front of your child. though your argument is fresh in both of your heads, he greets you nonchalantly as he passes you on his way to the kitchen.

he didn’t even have to look at the table to know that you’d only prepared breakfast for yourself and luna.

“morning,” you find yourself greeting him back with a small smile to play the part in front of luna. you hunch over again and pat luna. “do you wanna go out and do something today, lulu? let’s have a girls’ day?”

she hums again, leaning forward to grab her utensils. “without daddy?”

you tilt your head. “daddy’s not a girl.”

you see luna purse her lips, furrowing her eyebrows as she considers your offer. logan is only going to be home for a week and a half, and she knows that. but you can’t physically stand the thought of staying at home with logan in the vicinity, your argument still leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

it’s just unfair that he was questioning your parenting decisions when he’s rarely here for luna the majority of the time. sure, you know how difficult it is for him to cope with the situation, always feeling like an absent father more often than not. but it’s not a good enough reason to question how you choose to deal with emergencies you deal with by yourself when he’s not home.

it’s not fair that he’d question your ability to be a parent to your sole child.

“okay,” luna shrugs with a smile. “can we go to build-a-bear?”

you smile and nod. “of course!”

it’s been 2 days since you’ve spoken to logan. both of you are running out of excuses to tell luna why you’re not sleeping in the same bed and why you’re practically ignoring one another.

acting civilised in front of the toddler seemed okay at first, until luna opened the door to the guest bedroom with a head tilt and questions on her lips.

“mummy, do you not love daddy anymore?”

you cannot begin to explain how fast you sat up and turned to the door with mirrored furrowed eyebrows and a head tilt. “luna, why would you ask me that?”

she shrugs with a frown, looking down at her feet. “did you fight?”

you sigh, closing your eyes. you always knew treating luna like a normal human being would bound to have it’s disadvantages. she’s a very well spoken 5-year-old, articulate and more spatially aware than you would like.

“mummy and daddy are just figuring something out,” you explain softly as she closes the door behind her and walks over to where you are. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t love him anymore. why would you say that?”

she climbs on the bed and settles herself on your lap, immediately nuzzling her face into your chest. “i’m just making sure. cause i still love daddy.”

“well, i still love daddy,” you grin, brushing her hair. “i’m just upset with him right now. like you with your friend in preschool, remember? but that doesn’t mean we won’t ever make up.”

luna hums throwing her head back with a grin. then she scrambles out of bed, koala stuffie still in her arms as she runs out of the room. “okay!”

“lulu, where are you going?”

she shrugs, tiptoeing as she opens the door to leave you. “it’s my playtime now.” she turns to you with a cheeky grin. “do you want to join me?”

you nod. “can i join you in a couple of minutes? mummy’s got some work to finish.”

she nods before she closes the door behind her. but while you think that she’s disappeared into the living room for playtime, she actually makes a sharp turn for the master bedroom to ask logan the same thing.

she opens the door, feigning sadness with her head hung low. she frowns as she looks at logan with puffed cheeks and sad eyes. “you still love mummy, don’t you?”

logan, who’d already been awake and on his phone, turns to his daughter with a bewildered expression. how long was he gone for that his daughter suddenly turned into some old woman stuck in a toddler’s body?

“what?”

her frown grows. “you don’t love mummy?”

“what?” logan throws his head back, putting his phone down. “of course i still love mummy! why would you think otherwise?”

she presses her lips together, squinting her eyes as she approaches logan slowly. “you and mummy have not dropped me off at uncle oscar’s to hang out without me,” she hums, keeping her gaze on logan. “you should hang out with mummy.”

logan hums, pressing his lips together. “soon, lulu. don’t you like spending time with us together at home?”

she climbs on the bed and hunches her back. she sighs exasperatedly and shrugs with her whole body before dropping her back on the bed. “you and mummy don’t even talk to each other.”

she tries probing logan for a confession like she did with you, clearly knowing the transparency that you share from spending everyday with her. logan, however, she’s constantly trying to figure out each time he spends at home with her. not to say that she doesn’t think she’s not close with her dad — because she is — it’s just a different dynamic.

“what if…” when logan continues to stare at her, she sighs softly. she sits up. “can you play tea party with me?”

he furrows his eyebrows, shocked by the sudden change in mood. “sure? but weren’t you going to ask me something?”

she shrugs, now climbing out of the bed. “nope.” she stands on her feet and looks at logan. “tea party?”

“of course!”

suddenly logan finds himself trying to squeeze into a chair that’s clearly too small for him, sipping on imaginary tea. his daughter sits opposite him and the stuffed koala between them. he finds a plastic tiara on his head as they sit in silence for the next minute or so.

a door opens and makes luna perk up and grin at logan, her green eyes piercing into his own. “we have a special guest.”

logan tilts his head. “do we?”

“yes!” luna throws her hands in the air with a giggle, watching you approach them with a soft smile. “mummy is finished with her work! she can join us for tea party now!”

you laugh, merely glancing at logan as you approach their little table. “do you want me to make actual tea, lulu? have you guys been drinking pretend tea this whole time?”

luna shrugs, running from the table to her play kitchen where her little kettle sits on top of the plastic stove. “yes. but i like pretend tea. daddy, though,” she glances at you with a small and playful smile before looking at logan, “maybe he wants big people tea.”

“daddy can make big people tea by himself,” you laugh.

she drops her smile. “but you should ask him.”

you force a smile to your face, stiffly turning over to your husband, hunched over as he plays with the koala’s ears. “do you?” he looks at you. “want big people tea?”

logan shrugs, leaving the koala alone as he hesitantly keeps eye contact with you. “maybe.”

before you could shoot back an answer, something about making it himself, luna perks up and stumbles into you. “i changed my mind, mummy. i want some tea, please.”

you gasp. “i thought you said i was a special guest!”

“oh!” you see the gears shift in luna’s head as she shyly looks over at logan with a shy grin, finger in her mouth. “daddy…”

“okay,” logan mutters, pushing himself off the plastic chair. “i’ll make tea.”

you hold back a laugh when he stands up, the plastic chair stuck around his hips as he struggles to pull it off himself. only then do you notice that luna’s forced him into another one of her pink tutu’s for the tea party.

“hey,” you poke luna’s stomach, prompting a soft giggle from the toddler, “how come only daddy gets the cute accessories?”

she gasps, eyes wide as she darts away from you. she sprints over to the small box in the corner of the room and practically jumps in to dig for something for you. “i’ve got a tiara for you too, mummy!”

she comes back with a couple of accessories while logan’s gone to make your family some tea. you hunch over for luna to put the tiara messily on your head, even giggling as she helps you put some fairy wings on.

logan comes back with the promised tea eventually, juggling a teapot in one hand with three pink little tea cups in the other. a set that logan had found somewhere during one of his races and he couldn’t resist not getting it for luna and her tea parties involving real drinks.

“thank you!” luna perks, smiling up at logan as he takes a seat. “you made tea for mummy too?”

“of course.”

she turns to you. “mummy, what do you–”

“thanks,” you say as you finally take a seat in one of the small chairs, unfortunately, next to logan.

“i brought sugar for your tea.”

you look down at the sugar packets now sitting in front of you on the table as luna pushes away all of her plastic sets of teapots and cups. you feel your chest warm up at the subtle gesture, smiling at him as he sets the little plastic table with everything in his hands. “thank you,” you find yourself whispering as he puts a cup in front of you.

“so lulu,” logan starts, “how has pre-school been?”

you see her green eyes sparkle, excited that logan’s asked about school. she’s got stories upon stories to tell him, starting with the friends she’s made lately and the fact that she’s gotten into her first fight with a friend (they eventually make up).

then she starts rambling about her karting races, giggling about how you never fail to take her every weekend and take her out for dessert afterwards.

luna forces your phone out of your pocket, making you pull pictures out of her in her race suit and pictures of her zooming past you during her races and practice. it forces you and logan closer slightly, and suddenly you realise what luna is doing.

it only took logan turning to you with crinkled eyes, giggling along with you when the picture of luna passed out in the back of the car with her mouth hung open pops up. you’ve been set up by your own toddler, conspiring to ensure that you and logan are making up sooner rather than later.

it’s almost genius. you barely even have the time to think where she’s gotten this sneaky trait from because she starts shaking you to show logan pictures you took of your short trip to your mother’s right before he came home.

“aw, lulu,” logan coos at the picture of her interacting with your parents’ dog, all cuddled up on the couch as she watches tv. “you like mika?”

“like mika?” you snort, “she loves mika. she forced the poor husky to sleep with her the entire 3 days we were there.”

without noticing, luna starts pulling back as you and logan finally find yourselves engaged in conversation about her. she silently takes her koala from the seat next to her, slowly walking over to the couch with her ipad hoping that you don’t notice her.

“and mika was okay with that?” logan laughs, throwing his head back. “she didn’t get mauled by a dog twice her size or something?”

you shake your head in amusement at his statement. “i guess not! mika was so fond of her. probably from the constant belly rubs that luna gave her upon arrival.”

logan hums, resting his chin in his hands, elbows on his knees as he leans into you. “we should get her a dog. someone to keep her company while you’re away for work, you know?”

“logan,” you huff, furrowing your eyebrows, “she’s enough work as it is. an additional mouth to feed would be too much for me.”

he purses his lips together. “she’s been asking for a dog forever though.” you suck in a deep breath, finding yourself ready to explain why your household does not require a dog. as if reading your mind, he waves his hand in the air. “actually, you’re right. we should wait until she’s a bit older.”

you smile at him, thankful that he immediately got where you were going with the conversation. you glance at your daughter, now swinging her feet in the air as she lies on her stomach on the couch, tapping away on her ipad. “by the way,” you whisper, “i think we just got bested by our toddler.”

he giggles along with you, scrunching his nose. “i know. she’s got a future in strategising, don’t you think?”

“definitely. i haven’t been outsmarted in a while until luna started growing up to be a menace.”

he sighs, smiling slightly at you. “i’m sorry for the other night. i didn’t mean to poke at you for your decision-making — i was just shocked. you have it hard enough being home alone with luna all the time. i shouldn’t have questioned you.”

you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it. “i’m sorry too. i was a tad defensive.”

luna glances over at both of you, grinning to herself before returning her attention to her youtube video. suddenly all is right in the world and she’s counting hours to your announcement that she is being sent to uncle oscar’s house to spend the day so you can hang out by yourself.

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williamsracinggf · 3 months

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✧.* blue raspberry *.✧

luna moved on from her blue raspberry too quick, leaving you and logan with bags of candy to finish

notes: hi i think im in love with dad logan like it's a disease atp

“what’s that in your hands?”

alex tilts his head, grinning logan lifts the tote bag in his hands, holding it on its straps to open up the bag. he takes a peek inside, greeted by the plethora of mixture of candies in the bag. there’s a mix of lollipops, and sour strips, but all in the same flavour: blue raspberry. which would make one wonder, as alex is now.

“candy,” logan sighs, shyly glancing at his teammate as his cheeks flush. “please take some.”

“you came to the right person!” alex beams, reaching in for candy before logan could even prompt him to take some. “but why do you have a bag full of candy?”

and just like that, his questions were answered when he hears heavy footsteps echoing in the silent hallway of the hotel followed by a screechy giggle. alex quickly shoves a handful of candy into the pocket of his jacket. “uncle alex! look what daddy bought me last night when we went shopping!”

logan shoots alex a knowing stare, nodding when points at the toddler running at him with fairy wings. alex nods understandingly and opens his arms up to receive the girl coming at him in a full sprint.

“hey, little luna!” alex cheers, spinning around when she jumps into his arms. “can i guess what daddy bought you last night?”

she nods, lips pressed together into a thin line as she shakes with excitement. “you’ll never guess — mummy couldn’t get it right last night.”

alex looks at her eyebrows raising as he thinks. he glances over at logan, gesturing at the pink headband in her hair before he returns his gaze to luna. “is it the pretty headband in your hair?”

luna gasps loudly, throwing her head back as her eyes widen. “you got it right!” she takes it off, messing up the hair that took you several minutes to do to show alex. “isn’t it pretty?”

“aw, luna,” you sigh, closing the door behind you as you step out of your hotel room. “you messed up your hair.”

luna mutters an apology, wriggling in alex’s arms as she reaches out towards where you are.

“is all of this your candy, luna?” alex asks, putting her down to her feet. he points at the candy. “you don’t like blue raspberry anymore?”

the toddler sighs heavily, slumping her shoulders as she drags her feet over to logan. “no, strawberry is my favourite. that’s mummy and daddy’s candy,” she mutters devastatingly, holding logan’s hand. “because it’s pink.”

alex hums, glancing at you with a smile. “i’ve got an idea how you can get rid of all that candy.”

you throw your head back, sighing in relief. he can’t believe his eyes when you lift another tote bag from behind you, weighed down by the sheer amount of candy inside.

“really? thank god.”

he turns back to logan, raising an eyebrow. alex reaches his hand out towards you and takes the tote bag into his hand. “you buy luna too much candy.”

“what can i say,” logan shrugs, bending down to pick up luna. “what she wants, she gets.”

alex keeps his word about knowing how to get rid of the candy, though. and it’s taken luna off from your hands too, allowing you to hang out with lily elsewhere without the screeching toddler.

they’re in the middle of a fan signing, luna sitting at the edge of the table with the tote bags filled with candy between her legs. she’s muttering something under her breath as she rummages through the bag, something about being a driver and her name along with a present.

in reality, alex had given her a script to greet the fans coming in for a meet and greet. she is the face seen before him and logan.

“hi!” luna greets a girl with a toothy smile, holding her balled fist up. “i’m the new williams driver — luna sargeant. i have a present for you.”

the girl tilts her head, raising an eyebrow as alex perks up behind luna. “she’s replacing logan for the second half of the year.”

“that’s my daughter,” logan laughs, patting the blonde’s head. “she’s giving out candy.”

“it’s blue, like williams,” luna giggles, slowly opening up her palm to present a single blue raspberry candy. it’s not that that’s all she wants to give, it’s that it’s all her hand can fit. “how many do you want?”

“can i have 2 please?”

“yes, please,” logan sighs exasperatedly, leaning his head on luna’s back. “take 5, even. we have too much candy.”

“no, daddy,” luna turns around to logan with furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips, “she said 2. not 5.”

logan raises his eyebrows, shoving a giggling alex away. “ah. sorry.”

“here you go,” luna reaches forward before abruptly waving goodbye to her. she beckons for the next group of fans forward, excitedly screeching as she gives out more candy.

her favourite part, undoubtedly, is introducing herself as her father’s replacement for the rest of the year. but she has a new favourite: getting asked for her autograph on top of her dad’s and uncle’s. it’s a very messy — and very big — ls2 written in the pink marker that logan had kept in his pocket just for her. it’s not her first time getting asked to sign something randomly.

at the end of the couple hours, logan would greet you at the hotel with a snoring luna in his arms, body limp as she drools on his shoulder. which, you very much appreciate that she is in a deep sleep, seeing that it is nearing her nap time.

it’s always been one of your hardest struggles to get luna to take a nap. especially when you’re out in another country when the timing has her disoriented with the hours.

she’s also been one to insist that she’s awake, yet falling asleep at dinner in a restaurant with food still in her mouth. she’s a character that seems to be very out of place when put between you and logan.

“did you see our team instagram?” alex giggles in a whisper as you take the girl into your arms. “she was a fan favourite.”

“i’d imagine. she’s always been quite the opposite of logan and i,” you laugh as logan very slowly (and carefully) moves her over to you.

logan nods in agreement. “she made many friends today.”

it’s always been a wonder how extroverted luna has gotten over the years, especially when you trace it back to how you and logan typically are. you’re more the quiet and silent type — even relying on oscar and his friends to talk to one another for you just to set up a date.

but luna’s very excited and very loud. and friendly. too friendly to the point that sometimes she watches the race from the other team’s garages. once even sitting on susie wolff’s lap the entirety of a race (and also having susie carry her back to the williams racing home when she’d fallen asleep after the race ended). she has also certainly gotten along well with jack wolff, who is always sighted with her in weird corners of the paddocks with their toys laid out on the ground.

“oh, mummy,” luna mumbles, her eyes struggling to open as she tries to look around. she giggles lazily as her eyes flutter close. “i fell off the table.”

“what?” you furrow your eyebrows as you try to meet the 2 men’s guilty eyes. “what does she mean by she fell off the table?”

alex looks around, scratching his neck as he looks away from you. which leaves logan, who was trying the same tactic as the thai, sighing as you dart your hand out to hit his shoulder for an explanation.

it’s never out of the question that luna fell off that table by herself. there are several times where you and logan turned away for a split second to grab something and suddenly luna’s missing from the spot you last saw her. many of those times, she’s put herself in great danger.

at this point, it’s just luna.

“she uh,” logan smiles sheepishly, “giggled too hard and rolled off the table.”

you sigh with a small smile and shake your head. “yeah, that’s believable.”

the next morning, luna walks ahead with the familiar tote bag of candy loosely hung over her shoulder. her first victim is toto, who was simply strolling about the paddocks, on his way to probably a meeting with his team.

but her voice was demanding when she called for the mercedes team principal, giggling when she was greeted by toto with a smile. unfortunately for both of you, jack wolff has been a frequent playmate in the paddocks. so luna is more than acquainted with the toto wolff.

toto simply shakes his head and laughs when logan starts his string of apologies for the sudden intrusion. if there is anyone else who understands the sheer will of toddlers, it would be him. she offers him a handful of candy, this time with you taking over the bag so she can use both her hands to give them out, and toto promises that he will give jack some of his shares.

which sent luna into a frenzy once toto started walking away, running after him with another handful of candy, crying that this one is for jack and jack only. the initial share that he got can be halved between him and susie, if needed.

her next victim wound up being fernando, the aston martin driver willingly taking the handful of candy handed to him with a grin. luna simply waves him goodbye, without forgetting to tell him that uncle lance should also be getting a good couple of candies from what she gave to him.

their third and final victim is max, found loitering outside the williams racing home after having a chat with uncle alex. he greets luna excitedly, opening his arms up for a willing hug and brushing her hair. the toddler didn’t say much, just handed him a handful of candy as she gawks up at him before running off to where alex was holding the door open for your family.

you raise an eyebrow, trying to call for luna again to speak to max properly. the blonde simply shakes her head as she hid behind alex’s legs, then promptly ran towards the stairs to head to logan’s driver’s room.

“i’m sorry. she’s not usually like that,” you apologise, pushing logan away to chase after the girl that’s suddenly far out of reach as she runs deeper into the racing home. “it’s unlike her to get shy so quick.”

max laughs, waving away your concerns. he also knows a thing or two about shy toddlers. “it’s not a problem. i don’t really see her often, anyway.”

after you bid him goodbye, you pad along into the racing home in concern. you find the trio by the couch, alex laughing while logan tried to calm the crying 4-year-old. you can hear luna’s sobs as she clutches onto logan’s sweatshirt, chest heaving as her cries silent the room.

“oh, lulu, what’s wrong?” you coo, heart melting at the sight.

“we found out why she ran away from max.” alex meets your eyes before bursting into another fit of giggles, holding a pillow to his face to muffle the evidence of how much he is enjoying all of this.

logan hits alex’s knee, the older driver simply shrugging guiltily before hushing his giggles.

“lulu, what happened?” you hum, taking the empty spot on the couch next to alex. you lean towards logan and rub circles over her back. “you wanna tell mummy what happened?”

“i already told daddy what happened.”

“alright,” you nod, sitting back on the couch. you glance at logan, brushing his fingers through luna’s hair as he sits on the ground. he nods at you reassuringly as luna continues to cry into his shoulder.

luna isn’t typically a crier, so you wonder what it could be.

logan laughs, spilling into the driver’s room with alex behind him.

“aw, you’ll never believe what logan did at the fan zone,” alex laughs, as he spots you. “he gave out all the candy, so that’s the one good thing that happened.”

“one?” logan cries, shutting the door behind him. “you mean the only good thing that happened.”

“what did you do?” you sigh, shaking your head as they come in and crash on separate couches.

logan approaches you, slinging his arm lazily around your shoulder as he presses a kiss on your cheeks. “i hit someone in the head with a lollipop.”

“you what?” you scream, flinching back. “i told you to give away the candy — not give someone a concussion with it!”

logan laughs sheepishly, sucking in a breath as a memory of the incident flashes in his head. alex speaks up first: “in logan’s defense, it was a simply bad throw. instead of tossing it up, like normal people typically would, he threw it forward. with vengeance.”

you turn your head in concern to sigh at logan with disappointment. he simply shrugs. “he got a bag of free signed merch and candy for that. like… it’s kinda okay.”

“he did not think it was okay, for the record,” alex points out. “he panicked for like 10 minutes before the marketing and pr team figured out what to do.”

“he looked angry,” logan mutters. “you know i can’t fight.”

“it’s alright,” you pat his knee with your lips pressed into a thin line, “the important thing is that we finally got rid of all that blue raspberry candy.” you throw your head back. “finally. after 2 weeks.”

logan looks around the room, only then noticing the eerily silence of his room. “hey, where’s luna?”

“ah, george has taken the liberty of babysitting again,” you hum with a proud nod. “i got a really good 2-hour nap in.”

“does that mean you’ll stay up with her, love?” logan turns to you with a hopeful smile, dropping immediately when you slowly turn your head with a scowl. “no, yeah, i like staying up with luna. for sure. i like bluey.”

alex points at you with a sly smile. “walk him like a dog, sis.”

you scrunch your nose with a giggle. “i know, thank you.”

there’s a soft knock on the door, followed by the rattling of the doorknob. you can hear george and luna bantering at the other side of the door.

“lulu, you can’t just try and open the door when they haven’t answered.”

“they’re taking too long to answer. i know they’re inside — i heard mummy.”

“but you knocked. you’re supposed to wait for them to let you in.”

“but they’re–“ you hear luna sigh. “okay.”

she knocks again, this time slightly rougher than before as the sound echoes in your room. “mummy! let me in please! uncle george is being mean to me!”

“what? no, i wasn’t!”

logan laughs, pulling the door open. “lulu!”

“daddy!” luna shrieks, throwing herself onto logan’s legs. she peeks past logan’s legs and grins at you. “mummy! you’re here! i’m hungry.”

you nod. “i’ve got your snack here,” you pat logan’s backpack. “did you have fun with uncle george?”

you watch luna slowly thread over to you, glancing over her shoulder at george with a side eye. “at first.”

george gasps, looking over at alex with a hand over his chest. “can you believe this kid?”

“yes, actually,” alex says, looking up at his best friend dead in the eye. “she’s saying all the things i don’t dare to say to you because you’re my friend.”

luna turns around again, eyebrows furrowed. “i gave away candy today, you know.”

george narrows his eyes into a glare. “i heard. i didn’t get any.”

she simply shrugs, hopping over to you as she climbs on your lap for snack time. “i know.”

“so, why did luna cry this afternoon?” you hum, crawling into bed as logan opens his arms out for you. you drop yourself on his body as he wraps his arms around you. “was it serious?”

logan begins to laugh before he can even fully explain to you what had happened. you had to smack him on the chest to quiet him down, afraid that you’d wake up the sleeping 4-year-old sleeping in the other bed.

“what is so funny?” you lift your head to glare at him, lips pouted out.

logan grins, lifting his hand to pinch your cheek. “you look just like luna, love.”

“i’m gonna be a lot like her if you don’t tell me why my baby cried.”

“okay, okay,” logan laughs, reeling you in again to let you lie on his chest. “she thinks max is cute.”

you guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. your lips stretch into a small smile, slowly turning to logan. “she takes after her mother, i guess.”

“hey! that’s not nice!” logan whispers, squishing your cheeks. he wraps his arm around your shoulders and holds you tight. “you’re married to me, remember? you can’t have max.”

“oh, i’m just supporting luna,” you giggle, covering your mouth as you watch logan grow frustrated. “can’t let my girl have a crush all by herself.”

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arieslost · 15 days

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cherry blossoms | ls2

summary: you have a meet cute in japan.

word count: 1,046

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this one is for my sweet mimi @lightsoutletsgo <33 thank you for coming up with this incredible concept, i loved writing it!!

being in japan during the springtime was always a magical experience, and it was owed primarily to the beautiful abundance of cherry blossoms. when the 2024 season calendar was announced and you saw that the japanese grand prix would be held during the spring, you wasted no time in procuring tickets and a flight to the country.

the paddock is absolutely stunning this time of year, you realized as you walk through it after qualifying. the teams were either debriefing or preoccupied with working in their garages, so the paddock itself was relatively clear, save for the blossoms that were falling out of the trees and lining the ground in brilliant pink. it’s almost overwhelming, but you and your camera can’t get enough of it.

you wouldn’t call yourself a professional by any means, but taking pictures has always been a fun hobby for you, and the vibrant japanese setting was the perfect subject matter for photos.

you were fully engrossed in your task, taking shots of the blossoms at multiple angles, even getting some action shots of blossoms falling through the air to rest on the ground. the paddock was much quieter than usual, and it was nice to only really hear the breeze against the sound of muted, far off conversation. you could even feel some of the stray blossoms brushing the top of your head and your shoulders. it was peaceful above anything else, and you weren’t bothered by it, gazing intently through your camera’s viewfinder as you walked along the paddock.

in retrospect, you probably should have been paying better attention to your surroundings. one moment you were adjusting where you stood to get a better focus on a specific blossom that you noticed, and the next you were colliding with something warm and solid.

“i’m so sorry— is your camera okay?!”

through the viewfinder, your eye focused on what (or who, rather) you’d bumped into. slowly, you lowered the camera so you could look directly at him. he was blond, and tall, and damn was he cute.

“yeah… it’s fine. are you okay?”

without saying anything in response, he reached out and plucked a stray blossom off of your shoulder that you hadn’t even taken note of. you looked down for a moment, overwhelmed with the gentleness of his touch, and missed him slipping the blossom into his pocket.

“thanks,” you said quietly.

“no problem. and i’m fine too,” he stretched out a hand to you. “i’m logan.”

“oh, right, of course! logan sargeant!” you exclaimed before feeling your cheeks heat up. “i mean… something less weird.”

he laughed. “something like your name?”

“right,” you laughed as well, introducing yourself. “i’m sorry for not paying attention. i just haven’t been here in the springtime in so long, i forgot how beautiful it was.”

“this is my first time here in the spring,” he shared, looking almost shy as he met your eyes. “but you’re right, it’s beautiful.”

“how was quali for you?” you asked, fiddling with the settings on your camera to hopefully still be able to get the photo you wanted.

“could’ve been better.” he shrugged, watching you lift your camera up to the trees. “getting good pictures?”

“amazing pictures,” you nodded, taking a few shots. “here, i’ll show you!”

enthusiastically, you held the camera out to him and started going through the pictures you’d taken throughout the day. eventually, you got back to the experimental ones you’d taken of a few cars on the track.

“hey, that’s me!” logan said suddenly, stopping you when the screen showcased the blue williams with the number 2 on it. “that’s incredible. you have a great eye.”

“hire me.” you said, mostly joking, but you could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he contemplated it.

“listen, i have to run, but… do you think i could get your number? i want to take you out. and maybe you can show me some more of your pictures.” he rubbed the back of his neck, watching you intently as you considered his offer.

“i think i’d like that a lot.” you replied with a smile, biting your lip to stifle the giggle that nearly escaped when he eagerly grabbed for his phone.

two years later, when you’re living with him and you turn over to grab your phone from the nightstand, you see a cherry blossom, pressed and proudly displayed on the wood surface. your whole body grows warm with affection when you feel logan’s arms around you, pulling you back into his soft embrace.

“logan,” you admonish quietly when he refuses to let you reach your hand out for the flower.

“stay,” he grumbles in response, brushing his lips against your shoulder.

“how long have you had this?” you ask, managing to grab the blossom before he pulls you further into him.

“hmm?” his eyes blink open and he looks at you with bleary confusion. “i love you, but why are you trying to wake me up right now?”

“it looks like you’ve had it for a while,” you continue, turning the blossom around in your hand.

“oh, that.” he lifts his head, watching as you inspect it. “i’ve had that since the day i met you.”

your jaw drops. “what?”

“yeah, it was on your shoulder when you bumped into me.” he explains easily. “just sitting there like it belonged there. i had it pressed so i’d always have a reminder of that pretty girl i met in suzuka, just incase i never saw you again.”

well. you weren’t expecting to tear up so early in the morning, but you’re still learning that logan sargeant is full of surprises.

“i love you,” you whisper, overcome with emotion as you set the blossom back on the nightstand.

“i love you so much,” he whispers back, leaving a loving kiss on your cheek. “even though you woke me up.”

“okay,” you giggle, putting a hand on his face and forcing his eyes shut. “let’s go back to bed then, sleeping beauty.”

“don’t need to tell me twice,” he hums happily, snuggling close to you and sighing in content.

you stay awake for a little while longer, admiring the pressed flower and thinking of how pretty a spring wedding would be in suzuka.

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| UNDER THE MISTLETOE ( logan sargeant. ) |

ꕥ pairing: logan sargeant x reader

ꕥ summary: life-long friends who always swore they'd never have feelings find themselves under a mistletoe.

ꕥ authors note: contemplated making this a lando imagine but it's so logan coded and there needs to be more imagines for logan cus he's so <3 (not proofread)

will be making a christmas imagine for lando and maybe another driver, not sure which one yet. also thinking of a mini series for 400 followers (tysm!) so if you have any ideas or requests, let me know <3

SNOW FLUTTERED AGAINST THE WIND. she'd tugged his arm, pulling him along the frost-covered wonderland. her arm outstretched to point out the dazzling christmas lights strung along the concrete path.

he watched her with admiration, he wouldn't notice he was, neither would she. but the other drivers sure did, their girlfriends too. the number of times they'd nudge each other with their elbows to point out the childhood friends, who stood too close to be considered just that.

they always denied it, pushing the idea of being anything more than what they were far away from their minds because they simply didn't want to admit it. not to each other anyways.

but they saw how he looked at her, like she was brighter than all the lights that shined around him, prettier than all the ornaments hung on various evergreens with snow dusting the branches, sparkling more than the snow when the light hit it just perfectly.

they saw how closely he stood to her, eventually lacing his hand with hers, laughing at how cold her hands were in contrast to the warmth of his. he'd slip his interlaced hand with hers into his puffer jacket pocket, noticing her relieving sigh at the warmth, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.

the way his eyes flickered over her figure. the contrast of snow flecked through her dark hair, the lights reflection off her iris as her pupils dilated while watching the display in awe. the way she wore his williams racing jacket, though now christmas themed.

he hadn't realized how much time he'd spent just staring at her. he'd memorized every freckle of her face, the way her mouth creased and eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her hair fell.

countless pictures had been shown to him of the pair, asking him 'if you're not in love, then explain this.' he couldn't, shaking his head with a nervous chuckle and the heat rushing to his face. maybe he was in love with her, he knew he should admit, but couldn't bring himself in worry that it'd force all the years of their friendship down the drain.

but it didn't stop him from hiding his smile every time he'd get a comment on social media about how cute the couple were, even when they weren't together. his cheeks would hurt from how much he scrolled through the comments, nervously biting his nails as he scanned the words from fans. new fans would mistake them as being together and he didn't mind, he actually felt his heart skip a beat every time he read something like it.

he'd scoff playfully at the comments for him to make a move already, but he was comfortable. watching christmas light shows with his girl—just his friend. but he'd secretly hope for more.

"they're so clueless," alex commented to his friend beside him, earning an elbow to the gut from his beloved girlfriend, lily. he winced, mouthing an 'ow' as she glared up at him. she thought it was sweet how obliviously in love the two were because they were in their own world, she wanted to protect that peace.

"how long do you think it'll take them to finally realize?" george commented, eyeing the couple beside him while his arm was around carmen.

"honestly, never." he shrugged, his answer was honest because he didn't think they'd have it in them to ruin the sanctity of their friendship for something more, even though they desired it.

"honestly," george had started by mocking alex, but had nothing to follow, "yeah." he'd exhale deeply, his hands moving to the warmth of his pockets.

they'd continue to walk behind the couple—who weren't a couple, but so obviously needed to be. they'd notice what the two were walking into before them.

but he'd be lost in his thoughts, contently staring at the girl's face lit up with the light that shined off christmas lights—and of course, excitement.

he hadn't noticed her slowed pace, her neck craned upwards, her muffled voice as if water separated them.

his name repeated from her lips, "logan." she simply said when his hearing focused back on her, his eyes unmoving on her face, "look."

he watched her lips part with a smile, not understanding her point of stopping in the middle of the pathway till he too looked where her eyes had.

tied neatly with red ribbon and decorated sparsely with berries of a matching color was the green of mistletoe. his heart skipped a beat and they'd stay staring up at it in a comfortable silence and realization.

he gulped softly, he felt the pounding in his chest as he turned to look back at her, finding her already staring with big eyes and parted lips, he'd realize now the sparkly gloss.

"well?" she'd question, and she'd watch his face closely, how his mouth would open, but nothing but utter gibberish spilled from his lips.

he nervously looked back and forth between her and the decoration before she'd realize his uselessness in such a situation. she'd rolled her eyes, pulling him in by the collar of his puffer coat till his lips met hers.

his eyes slowly closed as he registered what was happening. his hand pressured the back of her head, grasping strands of her hair between his fingers, and she squealed against his lips. hers were cold, tasting of mint and he felt the freezing gloss tingling against his.

he felt her hands along the sides of his head, their noses pressing together and the push and pull of their lips that moved in sync. his body became pressed on hers and it was like they were the only people in the world. they might've well have been.

and when they'd reluctantly part, clouds of their warm breath met in the middle as she stared up at him expectantly. he'd gulp again, a stuttering mess.

"fuck—be my girlfriend?" he'd manage out, maybe not exactly how he pictured because he'd imagine this scenario hundreds of times, but none like this.

she'd laugh at his nervousness, her arms wrapping around his neck as she'd exclaimed him, "yes."

his arms enclosed around her, his chin on her shoulder and he let out a massive sigh of relief as he saw the others cheering in the back.

"finally!" alex would call out with his hands curved around his mouth.

"told you so."

"whatever, take the damn money."

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cheriladycl01 · 15 days

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Miami Waves - Logan Sargeant x NewZealandOlympicSurfing! Reader

Plot: Miami boy wants to see if his Olympic surfing girl can keep up with the Floridian waves and you end up getting to know his colleagues more in the process

Credit to egg-waffles16 for the GIF

“Thank you for coming and being here with me” he smiles, his parents had been wanting to meet you for a while. You’d started dating when he first got into F2 and was put under the Williams Young Driver Programme.

“You knew I wouldn’t say no. I’ve been wanting to meet them just as much!” You exclaim. You were a little nervous to meet them, as in your mind Logan was it for you, this was the boy you wanted to marry and have a family with. And even if he didn’t feel the same way right now, that was okay. Not that you knew if he did as you’d never discussed your guys future.

But if you had, he would have told you he felt the exact same way.

Meeting his parents was so much fun, and you got to meet his older brother who teased the both of you relentlessly.

You were used to surfing in Australia and New Zealand. They were the closest to you, and there wasn’t quite any waves like their were on the Australian Coastline. That’s actually where you’d won, one of your first ever championships in surfing. Two years later and you were a Silver Medalists.

“Well my family love you. I’m pretty sure they wanted you to move in” he laughs, Logan lived at home all through his career in F2 and he still visited often as he always said how he felt like an outcast on the F1 grid.

Alex helped but he’d drifted apart from Oscar and had to watch him form a really strong bond with Lando.

He still talked to his friends from his days in Prema as well but everything but you felt so disconnected lately.

So spending those two weeks with his family and you in Miami in the beach villa you'd all rented was vital for the both of you. You felt like you'd been so busy running around, travelling the world with Logan all the time, surfboard rentals at every new place you went so you could train and sometimes travelling for your own championships.

You spent the two weeks doing the most mundane stuff, like cooking together with Logan, building sandcastles, teaching him how to paddle board before showing him the intricacies that came with surfing, which you thought considering his concentration and hand-eye coordination in an F1 car he'd be good at but he couldn't stay on the board once.

Your favourite thing was his family getting really excited to show your their favourite local restaurants in Florida.

You were currently sat on your surfboard with your legs in the water and hands on the middle part of it, watching everything in the neck high water below you.

The water's were crystal clear and you could see the little fishes swimming around playing through the sand. You were swaying a little bit where the quieter, unrideable waves were lapping over your board and sending you in random directions.

You were peacefully watching everything go by, until that peace was ruined by Logan, coming running into the water in his basketball shorts making you look over to him in shock.

"Logan?" you asked as he swam up to hold into your board, you scooted back so that he could haul himself up and sit opposite you on the board.

"Erm, so ... kind of last minute but you about to meet Oscar, Arthur and Freddie" Logan said, trying to give you his cute teddy bear smile, but all that was running through your body was shock.

It was a bit strange but you hadn't actually met his friends, you were very very busy with training for the next Olympics and another set of Championships in New Zealand when Logan was in F2, so you didn't see him in the paddock as much as you do now, and if you did you were nervous and kept to yourself.

"No, stop. I'm basically naked!" you exclaim looking down at your cleavage that wasn't well covered up by your bikini.

"Come on, lets go meet them. And get you a cover-up because I don't trust them" he laughs, placing a hand and the side of your neck before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You guys moved closer to each other to the point where you were basically sat on his lap. A wave a little to large came and toppled you both off the board making you both come up sputtering in shock.

You swim to where the water is knee deep and see three boys watching you.

"Oh" you mutter, knowing exactly who they were.

"Baby, these are my friends" he offers, grabbing your coverup and handing it to you so you could chuck it on.

"Yeah i gathered" you chuckle.

You spent the day with the boys, Oscar was the only one that could surf and you found yourself getting on with all of them, Oscar the most who became like a sort of Oceanic brother to you, being from Australia.

Arthur and Freddie were a whole other story, constantly flirting with you to try and get a rise out of Logan which you couldn't help but giggle at but always grab his hand, arm of leg in a comforting way to let him know none of it was affecting you.

"So, how are you feeling about the Paris Olympics?" Freddie asks as you were all sat around a bonfire, telling stories.

"Yeah confident, I'm excited to be able to participate in it for a second year running! Going for Gold and all that..." you grin.

"Well... we will all be there to watch you, right Logan?" Arthur grins, making you shake your head again.

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definitely not a party👀

Jesus Christ keep it in your pants please

Okay dad geez🙄

I didn’t even get her number or anything

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hi so first of all the amount of cockwarming blurbs you’ve been writing recently makes me so so happy!

second of call can we maybe talk about cockwarming logan or charles? like they both tried so so hard this past weekend and didn’t get the results they worked so hard to achieve so they’re both a little sad and just need to be inside you and feel like everything will be okay?

Aww I'm glad you enjoyed! After Vegas and everything else going on my Logan deserves some attention!

The two of you were so excited after quali!! It'd been such a tough year for Logan and this was huge for him! The two of you were like giggly teenagers as you sipped on sweet champagne, celebrating him <3

But after the gp, there was absolutely nothing to celebrate. It was just yet another week where Logan was stuck out of the points and in the end it all was for nothing :(

And the little sad puppy look Logan had on his face made your heart shatter! He was such a talented driver, he just wasn't getting the opportunity to show it and you knew it was making him question his own abilities :(

After the race, the two of you decided to skip the festivities and just head back to the hotel. Logan was heartbroken at yet another promising week ending in failure and you internally decided it was your mission to make him feel better!

You offered to order in his favorite foods and watch his favorite shows and you tried your very best to bargain a smile onto his face but nothing was working and you just hated seeing your boyfriend like that :(

So you decided to do the one thing you always knew would put a smile on his face.

You made your way to where Logan sat on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels to find something to take his mind off the poor race result :(

You walked over to him, nothing but an oversized Williams t-shirt covering your body and sat on his lap, your needy cunt leaking onto his jeans

The damp stain on his pants embarrassed you but you knew it was worth it because Logan lifted his hips and quickly shuffled his jeans and boxers off until his halfhard dick rested against his toned tummy <3

And you just sat yourself down on it, letting your warm, plushy walls accommodate to Logan's pretty dick, savoring the way his fat tip felt so deep in your cunt.

And you instantly felt his tense body relax against you as he laid his head in your shoulder and let out a small whimpery moan. He sounded so needy and pathetic and it made your cunt tighten around his sensitive cock which made him moan again and it was just an endless cycle :(

But after a few short minutes with your pretty pussy hugging his dick and your nails softly scratching his scalp, his sweet moans turned into sleepy snores as he dozed off with a smile <3

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out of the woods, 5 (ls2)

With clear favoritism boosting all of Ferrari's tactics, Dhanishka makes a difficult decision after a crash causes her to see the true colors of her team. Logan sweeps in to save the day.

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warnings/notes: mistreatment of Dhanishka by Ferrari, car accidents with very minor injuries, this chapter was originally twice the length.... i had to cut half of it for next chapter LMAO, wrote this instead of doing my finals !

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The little room they've shoved us all into for media is more crowded than I want it to be. The Chinese GP was off to a rocky start already, with downpour rains all day on Thursday. I'm looking for Charles, turned in on myself even in the room full of flashing lights as I try to hide from the world. I want nothing to do with media. I know its going to be a shit show, and my stomach churns and knots until I make eye contact with Logan across the room. A weird wave of calm hits me, before its also sprinkled with anixety.

We haven't spoke since he kicked me out.

I swallow my pride and smile at him, and though I note his smile isn't full, he does still return one. I can tell he senses my apprehension as he nods, and he excuses himself from Oscar and Alex's sides to cross the small, cramped room. I manage to slip through a wall of reporters surrounding Max, nearly being shoved aside before I'm grabbed and pulled and into the firm protective hold of Logan. Instinctively, his arm wraps tight around my waist as he brings me to his chest. My hands find his shoulders and slide across in a hug as he leans his head down to whisper,

"You look terrified, Isa." His hand squeezes my waist and leaves the skin tingly, as if he's shocked it with little electrodes hidden in his finger tips. All his lingering touches feel like that, they have since I was seventeen.

"I am." I say back to him as I pull back from the hug just enough for us to look at eachother, "It's first media day after we announced this whole... thing."

Logan nods and then sighs, bringing the hand thats not still clutching my waist up to comb through his hair, "This is probably the worst possible time to bring that up, but I'm sorry for just..."

He trails off and before he can finish, I shake my head softly and give him the tiniest reassuring smile I can muster. He quiets at the soft expression on my face as I bring one hand down from his shoulders to pat his forearm, before squeezing it as I speak,

"No, Logan. I should've told you from the beginning what I wanted. It was wrong of me to string you along like that," and I hesitate before adding, "I don't regret it, if you're scared about that, too."

He seems taken aback by my apology, but before we can say more, we're split apart by media duties. I try to turn back to say something when he grabs my wrist to pull me back to him and from Charles, who turns back with a confused look. Even I'm confused, before I'm laughing as Logan's planting a goodbye kiss on my cheek with a softy murmur of 'keeping up the look.' And no matter how hard I try, I can't find a logical defense for my blush.

So of course, Charles teases me about it, which is caught on nearly every camera in our direction as we're brought to the little media pen this time. Luckily out of the grabbing range of asshole reporters and the people who want a headline.

And the first reporter for me is luckily The Ophelia Piastri.

"Danny..!" She sings, handing me a microphone labeled 'VOGUE' as she steps in, ever so elegantly, next to me.

"Hi, Ophie." I smile, leaning in to give her a tight hug. Luckily during media I didn't have to wear my team uniform, so I had been dressed to the nines in the white and red Ferrari dress-jacket-thing, with the little cape thing on the back. I knew I looked good, which is why I assumed Ophelia had grabbed me before she went off to find Lewis.

"Since we last spoke, quite a bit has happened, but lets talk about this outfit?"

"So, this is Ferrari, of course. I cannot remember the name of the jacket for the life of me. It's a white leather trench coat with a red silk trim, Ferrari's black boots with, of course, the red trim, and a black Ferrari purse. I am completely Ferrari today."

"You look stunning, the red of the Ferrari suits has always looked good on your but this pop? Stunning, brilliant, we love to see it."

Her interview is a bit longer than I'm expecting, mostly because we keep getting off track, and then I'm pulled away and into the mass of the boring, normal interviews.

It's Sky News who comes to be annoying, some reporter I don’t recognize. I glance over to Logan, who is on my left side down a bit in the media pen and find him staring. He looks away quickly and I bite back a laugh as Charles knocks my shoulder with his to keep me paying attention. I miss the reporter introducing himself but don’t miss the way Charles tightens his grip on my wrist.

“Any specific reason you were spotted in London last weekend?” The man asks me, holding the microphone towards me and I shrug with a tiny smile.

“Just making some visits to my friends, is all. I also had some media responsibilities.” I reply calmly and catch Logan’s eye again, this time my look lingers long enough to see him try to mouth something to me before the reporter talking pulls me away again.

“A certain driver seems to have caught your eye, though, are we correct to assume there’s some heat between you and a certain Williams driver?” The man smiles almost predatory and Charles taps the back of my arm to signal me to move back as he eyes the reporter with a confused look. As I fall back, I let a soft laugh tumble out of my lips as I realize it’s fucking Anthony Davis and that’s why both Logan and Charles have stopped to watch.

“Thought my instagram post was pretty clear,” I chime once I find my footing and push my emotions back, “if that hallway stuff you released to press as blackmail against Logan to do that interview with you wasn’t already enough.”

Charles is staring like I’ve just cursed this man out, I think I can hear Lando laughing somewhere off to the side.

“We’re done with you, thanks sir, make sure to tell David I said hi.” I grin forcibly, watching as Anthony’s face grows in anger. Charles steps between us, asking Anthony to leave and I allow myself a reprieve here to look around. Logan gives me a little smile and an appreciative nod, which I return, before I’m being pulled away by PR.

Qualifying brings back Ferrari’s curse.

Charles tires go and he nearly crashes out right before the end and my back wing is broken by the time I’m done. With the challenges we faced, we both do qualify higher than expected which does make me feel a bit better.

After standing and talking about the car and strategy for way too long, I’m let loose to the solstice of my drivers room. The pristine and almost shockingly tidy room is a safe haven as most the chaos of this weekend and I allow myself to relax as I slowly get myself undone from the race.

I change and take my hair out of its now frizzy braid, taking the time to brush it as I stick my head under the sink faucet to wet my hair. I’m wringing it out as I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in!” I call, grabbing a towel to place over my shoulders as the door pops open and I’m greeted with the soon to be Norris’ couple.

I gawk, “How did you both get in here?”

“Charles owed me a favor for all the times I’ve snuck him into Red Bull.” Olivia shrugs as she pops her purse down next to me on the couch, “and Lando doesn’t like me walking the paddocks by myself anymore.”

“That fucking reporter.”

“Don’t.” Olivia points at Lando, who huffs, and she then crosses the room to sit next to me on the couch before Lando can snag the seat. Olivia continues to speak after pausing to sip her drink, “good take down of Anthony today, little debutante."

“Ah. Thank you.” I laugh softly, brushing my hair with the same red brush, eyes glancing over to Lando and Olivia as I try to keep my blush to a minimum. Olivia's soft compliment made my heart skip, as any praise did. It was hard to come by it in this sport and I was honestly happy it was Olivia who was supporting me like this.

“How’re you feeling? You did pretty good for a busted car. I saw how fucked that rear wing was when I was pulling in the pits after Q1.” Lando continues the conversation and I shrug, turning at Olivia's cue so she can start to braid my hair for me. It's weirdly like having my mom or sister do it, I hate how much it makes me miss home.

“It sucks I’m not higher. Wallahi, I'm so tired of this." I complain, rolling my eyes back as I try and keep myself calm. Frustration wouldn't get me anywhere here, "they’ve been harping on me all season about getting back to the level I was at in Bahrain. And they're acting as if every race since, I haven’t had terrible car issues! Sorry you guys fucked up my car!"

"Sounds like Ferrari." Olivia hums, "I think I've heard both Charles and Carlos say this same thing over the years."

"Maybe talk to Charles about it, he'd know Ferrari better than I would." Lando suggests, watching his fiance as she finishes off my braid and then squeezes my shoulders and pulling me back to rest on her chest as she lazily wraps her arms around me. Lando kicking his legs up to rest on my lap as he yawns into the back of his hand.

"I have been, he's been a huge help, but it's still ridiculous." I complain, smushed against Olivia's Red Bull tee as I close my eyes to fight off the stress migraine forming. I complain for a bit longer, Olivia convincing me to talk to Charles about my frustrations once again. But by the time I've gone off to find him, I notice his attention being held by Fred and some of the engineers. Even when I try to get him away, he's continuously pulled back with soft sorry's thrown over his red clad shoulders.

I go to bed that night with a migraine. The next day I nearly crash twice when my tires are too worn but they won't box me, and sulk in my drivers room after due to losing my podium position. Sure, I finished a lucky P9 for my car issues... but I was fighting with Max in P2 when my rear tires decided they hated me.

I ask so many times to be boxed. It’s not the first time they refuse to pull me into the pits, but it’s the most dangerous. I have no grip, I have nothing but prayers and maybe a bit of luck because I don’t crash out.

And when Aakash is not supportive over the radio, maybe I lose my cool, and maybe that’s what causes half the garage to give me the cold shoulder as I get out of the car. I do what’s needed, barely speak, don’t smile, and then retreat to my room with the hope of my anger dissipating.

When my frustrations don't wear off, even after I snag the treadmill to sprint until my legs are jello, I go to try and find Charles for our little private post-race debrief. I need him in this moment like a fish needs water, the debriefs we have been having being the only thing keeping me from losing my mind in Ferrari. I spot him in the garage still, but he's being held captive by the team. They engross themselves in deep plans for his racing, smiling and waving hands in excitement. I notice no one had come to grab me and swallow the sick feeling in my gut.

"What about Dhanishka?" Charles asks, eyes flickering over to meet mine and I feel the pull to enter the conversation until Fred shakes his head and squeezes his golden boys shoulder, saying,

"Dhanishka comes second to you, Charles. You are more important than some girl. We'll use her to help you..."

Fred's voice fades out as I swallow hard, my hands shaking immediately in a mix of rage and embarrassment. How could I have been so stupid?

And when Charles snaps his head up to meet my eyes after a moment, I've already turned to rush down the hall. Tears prick in my eyes at my own stupidity, that I felt like I belonged in this red building. Sure, it was something off hand, maybe he didn't mean it the way he said it, but it was enough to frustrate me to tears.

If I cry one more time before the end of May, someone might get strangled.

I retire to my hotel room early that night. Even when all I wanna do it party, I choose not to join anyone in the festivities, and ignore the mass amounts of messages blowing up my phone asking why I'm not at the after party. I ignore the world, let the sun set into black skies as I stay tucked in my bed--still in my fireproofs. I can't bring myself to move, a mix of anxiety in my gut and genuine pain in my body keeping me in the plush blankets. My parents call to congratulate me, I humor them with a tired smile and blame it on the time zones. I pretend I'm asleep when I see Anya tries to call me twice. I can't lie to her.

I have to ignore her so they think I'm doing fine. I can't worry them about me turning into the monster I had been after Trident again. But that monster claws at the restraints and slowly breaks them.

Hours later, not that I would know the time, someone knocks at my door. I ignore it, even as the muffled voices call for me and ask if I'm alright. I just stay still, tucked up to my chin in blankets, until someone scans a card in the door and begins to let themselves in. I jump, preparing to throw my phone in defense, when it's Danny who pops his head in.

"Just checking to see if you're alive, mini-me." He smiles, opening the door a bit more so from my vantage on the bed, I can see Charles and Logan behind him. I know they all see I'm still wearing everything I had on at the track, and I see remorse in Charles' eyes when he sees my state, but I shake it off.

"I have a bad migraine, but I'm alive." I say, choosing for that to be the reason as to why I was laying in the dark. Not because I felt too tired to get up to turn the light on, or that I felt my seventeen year old rage returning.

"Need anything?" Logan asks, feather soft, before the others can. I hate how I can see him noticing all my soft lines turning hard. I just sit there, then I shrug when I realize they're expecting an answer.

"Just some sleep. I'll see you guys next race weekend." I wave them off, yawning into the back of my hand. Logan steps into the door frame, welcoming himself in. I don't argue as he crosses the room to sit on the edge of my bed, pressing his hand to my temple.

"You're not sick." He murmurs, "just a stress migraine this time, then?"

"You--huh?" I blink and Logan smiles party, a soft blush on his cheeks only illuminated by the light in the hallway.

"You always get migraines when you're stressed or when you've got a fever, Isa." He squeezes my wrist, watching my face carefully, "If you don't feel hot when you have a migraine, it's just stress."

“It’s just… it’s been a rough weekend and I kinda snapped after the race ‘cause this migraine won’t go away.” I lie half now, Logan seems to buy it a bit more as he leans forward and gently pulls some of my stray hairs back behind my ears—settling them how he knows I like it.

“You did really well for all the issues you were having. Can’t beat yourself up over something you can’t control, Danny.” Daniel says from the doorway where he and Charles lean, I squint when I look towards them in the light and see while Danny looks full of concern—Charles looks sick.

“I know. It’s just been a hard adjustment.” I shrug and Logan nods.

“Adjustings a bitch.” he says and I laugh. About twenty minutes later they leave, after Charles runs down to grab a Doordash they force me to order. Logan calls me much later, telling me to sleep so I don’t feel like shit tomorrow.

We talk on the phone for so long he ends up sleeping in the same bed as me, arm wrapped loosely around my waist as my head is tucked in the crook of his neck. It’s safe. It’s definitely not platonic, but it’s safe, and it’s what I need.

So far it's been:

Bahrain, P3,

Saudi, P5,

Australia, P8,

Japan, P4,

China, P7,

and now it's Miami, where I land a solid P10 after Carlos clearly attempts to knock me off the track entirely and runs me into the gravel. I have to fight for my way back up from P20. I'm impressed with the run some of the back drivers give me (especially Haas and Alpine) but I'm frustrated in general with my finish.

Because what could've been more is fucked over when Carlos in P9 swings purposefully wide and damages my front wing.

"It's not fair!" I complain to Charles as I pace the length of my tiny drivers room, "I don't know what he has against me!"

"Isa," Charles sighs, running a hand through his hair, "Be proud of what you did accomplish, a wonderful ten place overtake in only seven or so laps! You did amazing tonight, even with that fuck up!"

"You've been podium every race except for Australia when Oscar beat you and Max." I snip, whipping around so hard my braid whacks the side of my face, "What I would do to be able to get up there... its just annoying some drivers have made it their agenda to get me off the track! Carlos has no reason to nearly knock me off the track multiple times today!"

"Carlos is frustrated Ferrari dropped him for you. He'll pretend to be amicable over at Mercedes but he's fucking miserable." Charles sighs, "Ferrari's been no help either, they've yet to pay him the rest of his contract."

"Well how is that my fault, Charles!" I ask, groaning softly as I bury my head in my hands and come to sit next to him. It's not like I had told Ferrari to pick me, it had been a huge surprise they had. Charles has no answer and I just huff and lean back into the couch's plush surface and hide my face.

"I'm miserable too." I complain into the air, and it's frustrating to admit it. Charles can tell I don't wanna talk about it, so he just pulls me to his side and lets me curl up there. I feel like a child, but I feel safe.

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Miami proves to be more difficult than I expected.

I had qualified really well, starting in P4 with Max, Charles, and Lando ahead of me. I was holding my own during the race, but Ferrari wasn't clearing me to pass Charles to try and take P2. Which is honestly the least of my worries right now. Aakash has been non-exsistant on the radio today, barely answering as per usual. I was basically using my own strategy at this point, pulling off of tips I had been given by Charles for this track.

And everything is surprisingly going well.

“Woah!” I shout, turning clear of whoever is in the Alpine that’s stuck half off the gravel, I make some sort of contact but not enough to deter me, “Alpine is down on the track, hit him, I think front damage? Rear wing is still locked in DRS.”

“Understood. Possible red flag coming up, use these last seconds to try and secure position.” Aakash says into my headset and I reply back with a soft ‘copy’ as I go to turn normally but for some reason I find that I whip to the side—under steering hard. Luckily, by pure coincidence, it keeps Oscar behind me and secures a place in P3 behind Charles. But the car isn’t driveable in this state, extremely dangerous, and my hands shake as I struggle to press down my radio button while holding the wheel steady.

“My steering is going out!” I curse, trying to stabilize myself—waiting for a red flag or a safety or something. Where the fuck is this safety car for the crash?

“How bad is it?” Aakash asks and I grit my teeth as I pull into the next turn. I curse softly, breaking a bit harder than I need to but managing somehow to keep Oscar behind me. I think he knows to stay back, that something is clearly wrong,

“Terrible, terrible! I can’t fight like this!” I snap, groaning as we move now to a straightaway. Oscar comes to my left and I steer towards, Aakash is calling that the flag is flying and the safety car has been deployed, but my eyes are on Oscar as he tries to maneuver around the other side but I cut him off again—or try to.

I steer too hard, clipping the front of Oscar’s tire on the slick of the still drying Florida rain and spinning out. I feel the gravel as the car spins and then the world rocks when I hit the wall. I can't breathe for a moment, breath caught in my chest as I grip my seatbelts. No one calls over the radio for a moment, and then,

"Dhanishka, is the car okay?"

"Fuck you." Is my reply as I grab my restraints and slowly unclick them. It's agony to move as I take out my steering wheel and pop it on the top of the car, hoisting myself up and nearly buckling back down into the car in pure pain. I manage to get myself out by the time medics arrive, they take me to medical to get checked and it's like I'm not even worried about. No one from Ferrari comes to check on me.

I limp myself back to the paddock, guarded by McLaren employees and followed closely by Lando and Olivia--who is softly scolding the FIA in her phone. Her voice thick in frustration over Ferrari's dismissal of me, her hand on my lower back supporting me as I walk. Once they get me back to Ferrari, Olivia forces her way in to escort me to my drivers room.

"I'm gonna get them fined for this bullshit." Olivia mutters, helping me sit down on my bed. I don't reply as she hands me a change of clothes and then gives me a soft hug, the painkillers slowly kicking in and making my dull pain fade. Once I feel a bit better, I wave her off to go home and she reluctantly does.

And my migraine flares when Aakash knocks, entering my room. He's still got his headphones on, and I bite back about thirty insults as he crosses his arms.

"Feel better?"

"No." I huff, "and your precious car is fine."

"Listen, we're pushing you because we need you to be a better driver." The mechanic looks at me, arms taught over his chest and I wish it was still Ami in charge of my comms.

"I don't understand what you want from me!" I shout in frustration, my hand itching to throw my helmet across the room at him. I’m not violent, I never have been, I don’t understand why I’m so short of breath. It feels like the rage in my belly fights to be fed by all the oxygen in my lungs, my hands shaking as he slam my helmet down and punch the plush surface of my bedding.

“Dhanishka—“ Aakash tries and I whip around, pointing at him and watching his face fill with shock as I finally snap under the pressure of the weekend.

“No, listen to me! [You all love Charles, treat him like your golden child! He coughs and you all run to get medicine, but when I am out there and I am struggling and nearly dying, you do nothing! I fought with a broken wing and a fucked up steering wheel and what help did I get?!]” I snap at him in my mother tongue, watching his face fill with something like horror as I step even closer, “[None of you were there for me! You all went to coddle poor Charlie—he was fine! I was the one who suffered for you! Where is my help? You have all done this the whole season!]”

“[Charles was frustrated—]”

I cut Aakash off, screaming, “[And I nearly killed myself out there because none of you would help! Do you think I wasn’t also frustrated?!]”

“Listen, I—“

“Get the fuck out of my room! I’m not doing media! I’m going the fuck back to my hotel.” I snap and Aakash listens, quickly ducking out of the room. I rip off my suit and throw it in my bag and I get changed into my street clothing, only pausing to touch up my makeup. I pass by Charles coming back from podium with a cold shoulder and shove through the crowd to my car, digging out my keys and getting in. I sit there, hands tight on the wheel for a while, and my fingers start to go numb as I feel like my brain is shutting off and going into autopilot.

I just sit back and watch, like a movie goer, as the world around me fades in my mind.

I come back to my senses sharply, knees digging into the tile as I’m sitting on the floor in the bathroom. I can feel the remenants of a panic attack shaking off my limbs, leaving them staticky. My hands shaking at the slamming at the door to my hotel room.

“Isa!”

There’s only one man who calls me that.

I try to shout that I’m gonna let him in but the words are caught in my throat, and I hear him echo and think I’m going crazy as I whine into the bathroom air. Then I realize I’m clutching my phone tight enough to shatter the screen and Logan’s contact is up—blazing bright into my face.

“Lo…?” I wheeze and I hear him pause mid knock before he shuffles and—

“Isa?” He crackles into the phone screen and I nearly sob at the familiarity of his voice.

“I-Give me a second. I’m coming to the door.” I whisper, slowly raising to my feet and stumbling out into the hall as my senses fight to try and come back to me in full. My hands are numb when I un-deadbolt the door and I barely have enough time to step back after I pop the door open. In a flash, Logan is everything around me, tucking me against his chest, his hand carding through my hair, kicking the door shut behind us and sighing softly.

“Oh, Isa—“ He murmurs into my hair and I feel the numbness snap away in favor of tears as I bury into his grasp and sob. I have cried more since starting F1 than I have in my entire life.

“Oh, Isa, I’m so sorry they’ve turned you into me.” Logan presses his hands to either side of my face, lifting me back so I can look at him. I remember how a week ago I was afraid of loving him, how I was terrified I'd lose him, and yet here he was as stubborn and comforting as always.

"I can't do this Logan." I hiccup, letting him bring me into his arms once more, kisses trailing my forehead as he keeps me locked in tight, "I can't take another day of this comparing bullshit! They hate me, all of them in Ferrari. I don't even know if I still have Charles."

"Charles aactually spoke to me this morning about getting you out of Ferrari." Logan murmurs into my hair and I step back, wiping my face as I blink at him.

"What?"

"Ferrari is using you as a way to push Charles up and he hates it. He was seeing who is staying in what teams for next season. Alex might be moving, Williams might have an open seat, and I might've helped to convince them to write 'Dubey' on it." Logan wipes some tears I missed and smiles, kissing my forehead again and I lean into every soft touch of his, "Obviously, they still need to talk to you, but I can set up that meeting if you need help with that."

When I don't reply with words, but rather the quick press of my red lips to his, his eyes widen in shock and a giggle erupts from the back of my throat.

"Have I ever told you that you're amazing?" I whisper, watching blush peek on his cheeks as he wipes a few more tears from my splotchy face and grins.

"A few times, but I don't mind hearing it over and over again.” he grins.

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Congrats on 1k!! You're such a talented writer, and I can't think of anyone more deserving of this 💕

If it's no trouble, for the celebration, could I request 014 from 🌱 with Logan Sargeant?? Maybe where the reader is the one needing the ambulance?? If not, it's no worries, and if you want to take it in a different direction, that's perfectly okay 🫶

౨ৎ perfect?

°. — pairings ( Logan Sargeant x female! reader )

°. — summary ( your perfect date takes a turn when your date accidentally almost kills you with sesame seeds . . . oops? )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; slight cursing, a poorly written allergy reaction, I think that’s all. wc; 1.9k 😧 )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ the back of a wailing ambulance

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( AHH MY FIRST LOGAN FIC !!! Tysm for requesting, I had so much fun writing it. I honestly couldn’t make this angsty, I couldn’t handle sad logy tbh . . . I hope you enjoy it !!! Please don’t be a silent reader !!! And tysm for the sweet words ily 🫶🏻 )

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“It's so nice out tonight” you breathed out as you looked up at the pretty night sky, the fairy lights that adored and draped around the outside restaurant created a beautiful ambience. You looked away from the sky and rested your elbow on the table and your chin on your palm as you looked across the table at your date with a small smile. He was already looking at you, his cheeks flushed as he took in your beauty. You raised your eyebrow and tease him with a small smirk “You seem to have lot of experience planning dates.”

“What? Oh . . . No I ⸺ i'm really bad at planning dates really!” Logan replied quickly with a shake of his head, he did not want you to think he had a lot of experience, because he really didn't. He just really liked you and spent hours planning a great date to take you on. You couldn't help but giggle at Logan's nervous and slightly frantic tone. You found it so endearing how nervous he was and how well he planned the date.

“Relax Logan, I'm just messing with you” You smiled sweetly as you reached your other hand to lace yours with his that rested on the table. Logan let out a heavy breath and returned the smile as he laced his hand with yours, his thumb softly caressing your skin. He wasn't always this nervous, he couldn't help but be when he was with you. You were just so perfect, so pretty, you naturally took charge and you just oozed confidence . . . how could he not be?

The two of you locked eyes, both of you finding yourself getting lost in each other's eyes. You couldn't help but look back on the day you have had with the sweet American. Technically the date started in the afternoon, the two of you touring and him taking you to his favorite spots, before taking you to a museum he knew you would love. He wasn't really the museum type, but he was willing to do anything you wanted. It's been a great day together.

“Here are your appetizers” The sound of the waiter's voice broke the intense eye contact the two of you shared. You looked away from him first and gave the waiter a small smile, reluctantly letting go of Logan's hand as you said a small thank you. The waiter smiled and set the two plates on the table and told them to enjoy the food, before leaving them.

You take your fork into your hand and take a bite of the appetizer that took you several minutes to choose. A hum of satisfaction leaves your lips after you swallow the first bite. Logan smiles and glances back down at his bowl of greens and fruit, still having to keep up with his diet for driving. You wipe the corners of your mouth with the napkin and rest it back on your lap “Wow this is really good, how did you find this place?”

“I found it last season when we had a few days off before a race” Logan replied after he stopped chewing, grabbing his glass and taking a large sip of water, his hands shaking slightly as held the glass, still as nervous. Logan cleared his throat and got a good amount of everything on his fork and lifted up for you “Wanna try mine?”

“Sure” You smiled leaning forward and opening your mouth slightly, Logan blushes and carefully slides the fork into your mouth holding his hand under the fork so he would catch anything if it spilled. Such a gentleman you mused as you chew the salad, you swallow and lick your lips.

“Mhm you have great taste” You smiled as you leaned back in your chair, your eyes twinkling in slight mischief, knowing that you weren't just meaning his taste in food. Logan chuckles and nods in agreement and before he could try to respond with some cheeky response, he's cut off by the sound of you coughing. His eyes widen and he holds out his water for you, you clear your throat and take a sip of the water. “Sorry i don't know where that came from.”

“Went down the wrong pipe?” Logan smiled reassuringly, patting your hand softly when you set down the glass of water. You try to smile but you frown instead when you feel a familiar tingling on your tongue and lips, you bring your other hand up to rub at your neck that was starting to throb “My, my throat feels funny” you lick your lips and look up at logan who was already giving you a look of worry. “Does that salad have sesame seeds or oil in it?”

Logan's eyes widen and grabs his fork and moves around the salad to search for it, his heart dropping when he sees sesame seeds . . . the food you are extremely allergic to. He's up before he could even think, moving to your side and getting on his knees, his hands frantically searching through your bag for your EpiPen he knew you always carried with you as you sat in your chair. The tingling was starting to get worse, and you were finding it harder to breathe.

“Oh my god fuck it's not in here” Logan curses and he looked through your small purse, all you had were a few lip-glosses, your keys, wallet and some hair ties, but no EpiPen. “What?” Your tone was filled with fear and your eyes were starting to glaze over with tears and it just broke his heart. Logan quickly pulled out his phone and dialed up 911. You looked away from him and down at your lap as you tried to calm down your breathing, Logan quickly told the dispatch what happened and gave them the address.

“It's okay, it's okay there on their way okay” Logan tried to reassure you but he himself was also panicking, he moved some of your hair out of your face and cupped your cheek. You nodded softly and cleared your throat, a painful cough escaping your lips. You heard the sound of multiple footsteps and the familiar sound of the waiter's voice, but you couldn't focus on them as Logan explained what was going on, one of the waiters rushing to get you more water.

The minutes seemed to fly by and before you could tell Logan that you were starting to feel dizzy you heard the distant sound of the ambulance alarm. Logan lets out a sigh of relief and quickly grabs your bag and coat off your chair before helping you stand up and holding you close, leading you towards the front of the restaurant where the ambulance was pulling in. The flashing lights made you wince and lean more against Logan as your eyes fluttered close.

He had his arm around your waist in a strong but not uncomfortable hold while his other arm was holding your things. The ambulance stopped in front of the restaurant, logan ignoring the looks they received from the people around them. An emt quickly rushes out of the back and over to the two of you, your eyes were barely open, and your ears were ringing as the emt takes you from Logan's arms and helps you into the ambulance. Sitting you down and asking you questions, your throat burned, and you didn't want to talk so Logan quickly jumped in to answer for you.

Logan paced outside of the ambulance as he kept his eyes on you and one of the Emt’s gave you an injection of a medicine he was sure he couldn't pronounce while another asked him questions on what happened. He did his best to answer them, but he was honestly too focused on making sure you were okay.

He felt terrible oh so incredibly guilty . . . this was his fault, the reason why you could have almost died from an allergic reaction was because of him. The emt’s stayed by your side while the medicine kicked in, and thankfully soon the tingling and pain was gone, your throat was a little sore but that was expected. You gave them all of your information and 30 minutes later Logan was walking you to his car to take you home.

“I have an excuse not to talk” you whispered as you motioned to your neck, the two of you were sitting in his car and Logan was about to start the car. Logan was unusually quieter than normal, and you were really hoping that he wasn't blaming himself. You continued whispering “But what's yours?”

“I’m so sorry, i totally ruined our date and almost killed you ⸺ i really like you and i wanted this to go perfectly and i ruined it, this is all my fault” Logan quickly rushed out as he turned in his seat to face you, his eyes filled with guilt and a frown on his lips. You couldn't help but grin at his words, he likes you . . . he likes you. Logan gives you a look of confusion when he sees your grin, he was fully prepared for you to be upset with him ⸺ for literally almost killing you but instead . . . you were smiling at him?

“Are you okay? Are you feeling weird from the medicine? Should I call them again?” Logan panicked as he reached for his phone, but you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his, they were shaking. Logan looked down at your laced hands and you rubbed your thumb over his as you whispered “I feel fine . . . perfect actually.”

“Perfect?”

“This isn't your fault, Logan. I'm the one who forgot my EpiPen'' You squeezed his hand reassuringly as you looked into his pretty eyes, you really didn't want him to blame himself for a simple and accidental mistake. “And I really like you too logan . . . i have for a while now, today went perfectly.”

How could you not like him? He was a complete gentleman, so caring . . . so perfect.

“Perfectly?” Logan whispered and if he wasn't so shocked he would have felt embarrassed for the way his voice cracked. He was sure that you would never want to talk to him again after tonight, and he wouldn't have blamed you. You couldn't help but giggle and nod your head as you watched him try to process everything you said “Mhm”

“And you really like me” Logan whispered, his beautiful blue eyes filled with happiness, you smiled and leaned across the center console to place a soft kiss on his flustered cheek, slowly pulling away and watching as Logan's eyes followed your lips before looking up to lock eyes with you as you whisper “I like you a lot.”

Logan smiled and leaned his face closer to you, your lips almost touching, and your breath hitched at how close he was to you, his eyes asked for permission, and you were the one to make the next move, closing your eyes and placing your lips on his in a soft kiss. He used his free hand to cup your cheek, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Reluctantly only pulling away so the two of you could catch your breath.

Logan grinned as he whispered against your lips, “Wanna come to mine and order a pizza?” you giggle and nod quickly, bringing your hand up to wipe the small amount of your lip-gloss that transferred to his bottom lip. You whispered back teasingly “As long as i get to pick the toppings.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

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disneyprincemuke · 13 days

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✧.* the chocolate bunny that hopped away / ls2 *.✧

the chocolate bunny that oscar had given luna is missing, and you could have sworn that you put it away safely.

you hum as you tiptoe on the ground, craning your neck for a better look into the cabinet for its contents.

that’s weird, you think, the chocolates are gone.

easter has come and gone and luna has just gotten baskets upon baskets of candy and chocolate. and like a responsible mother, you were not just going to let her indulge in sugar all the time. it’s already enough that she’s an energetic 5-year-old as is.

“hey, babe.”

you drop your feet on the ground and whirl around at the voice. you furrow your eyebrows. “did you eat luna’s chocolates?”

“good morning to you, too.” logan stops right by the kitchen island, blinking at you blankly. he has an empty coffee cup in hand, just freshly picked from the clean array of choices of cups. “and what? no, i didn’t.”

you sigh, “don’t lie to me. who else would have eaten luna’s huge ass chocolate bunny? she’s going to be so upset if she looks for it and i can’t give it to her.”

“i’m not lying,” logan shrugs, turning away from you to head for the coffee machine. “maybe you misplaced it? i can help you look for it if you need to.”

you clench your jaw and put a hand on your hip. misplaced chocolate? that’s unheard behaviour even coming from you — you’ve been meticulous with hiding things since becoming a mother.

“no, i put it right here after we had that egg hunt yesterday,” you frown, pursing your lips. but seriously, babe. if you ate it, just admit it so i can go to the store and get some more. otherwise, you will have to explain to your daughter why her big chocolate bunny from uncle ozzy is missing.”

logan turns around to you, head tilted. “i didn’t eat the chocolate bunny.”

“then who else would have eaten it?” you ask with a small and knowing smile. “there are only 3 people in this house — if luna didn’t eat it, and i didn’t eat it, there’s only one other person in here that could have eaten it.”

logan shrugs, “maybe there’s a fourth member you don’t know about?”

“hey, that’s totally not funny!” you shriek, smacking his shoulder lightly. “come on, babe. just admit it.”

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” he laughs comically, turning as you approach him by the coffee machine. he picks up his coffee cup and pulls you in for a hug, pressing his lips to your forehead tenderly. “i didn’t eat the chocolate bunny.”

you narrow your eyes down into a glare. “i know you ate it. and i will get you to admit it.”

“alright, let’s get you ready for bed,” you mutter, following luna towards the bathroom. “let’s brush our teeth!”

“thank you for the chocolates, mummy,” she giggles, hopping away from you.

you look over your shoulder at logan, still sitting on the couch, already staring at you. “of course, lulu.”

“i didn’t eat the damn chocolate bunny,” logan repeats softly to you with a small scowl. “when are you going to believe me?”

you walk backwards down the hallway of rooms, shaking your head disapprovingly at your husband. “i will get you to admit your crimes, sargeant. you will not eat the chocolate bunny with no consequences.”

“i won’t have any,” logan smiles, pushing himself off the couch with his arms spread, “because i didn’t eat anything that wasn’t mine.”

“i cannot believe i married a big fat liar.”

“and i married someone who accuses me with no evidence.”

“yeah, because you ate it!”

“did not!”

you were in bed reading a book when your bedroom door opened, logan walking in with slouched shoulders and a tired grin on his face. “it took forever luna to go to bed.”

“probably because she has an inkling that you ate her chocolate bunny from uncle ozzy,” you retort with a small and proud smile. you lift your attention from your book to your husband. “all the arrows are pointing at you.”

“i didn’t eat it,” logan hums, shaking his head. “maybe you ate it and you’re just looking for somebody to blame?”

“you wish. i’m a good mother to our daughter,” you tease, putting a bookmark between the pages and putting your book down on the bedside table. “you, on the other hand…”

“i’m a good father because i didn’t eat the chocolate bunny,” he insists. he crawls on to the bed over to you, landing on your torso with his arms wrapped around your waist. “maybe it sensed it was gonna get eaten and hopped away.”

you furrow your eyebrows, resting a hand on his back as he lays with you. “or maybe it’s resting in your stomach.”

“i didn’t eat it.”

you’d been walking past luna’s bedroom when you heard her speaking. assuming that she’s gotten on a call with either lily or logan’s mother.

“i have a secret,” you hear luna giggling. you peek through the small gap in the door to find your daughter lying on her stomach with her feet in the air.

on her ipad screen, you see lily’s face with a small grin, nodding enthusiastically. “really? you’re gonna tell me?”

luna nods. “yes. but you can’t tell anybody.”

“okay, i promise.”

there’s a pause, another giggle drawn from luna’s lips. “i have chocolates under my bed.”

you tilt your head and straighten your back. chocolates under her bed.

you peek into the room again just to be sure. because you could swear, that for the past 2 years, there is no such thing as under luna’s bed. her bedframe is enclosed and touches the ground — there is absolutely no space for her to keep anything under her bed.

and that only means one thing: the chocolates are directly underneath her heavy mattress.

you walk away from her bedroom and make a mental note to check under her bed. you just need to find a way to get her out of the room to get yourself in.

and when logan walks through the front door, you know just the way to distract the 5-year-old. you hop over to your husband with a sweet smile. “call for luna — i need to get in her room.”

“oh, so now you’re sweet to me,” logan furrows his eyebrows, resting a hand on the small of your back. “how suspicious.”

“no time for that,” you scoff, guiding him towards luna’s bedroom. “i’ll explain later.”

“fine, but only because i love you,” logan mutters, dropping his bag right by the wall. he pops his head into luna’s room with a bright smile. “i’m home, lulu!”

“i gotta go,” luna giggles excitedly, glancing over her shoulder to beam at logan. “bye auntie lily!”

they say their farewells before luna puts her ipad on the ground and scrambles off the ground to run over to logan. “daddy!” she says in a shrill shriek, arms in the air before she jumps into logan’s arms. “you’re home! can we watch tv?”

“sure!” he cheers, catching her in his arms. he stands and places the child on his hip before turning to you with an expectant grin, nodding his head towards the room. “what do you wanna watch? a movie? a show?”

you slip into the bedroom when they take a seat on the couch. at first, you were skeptical about trying to find a way that luna could be lying to lily at all.

you check under her bed again, only to find what you were expecting: the very sad excuse of an ‘underbed’ area between the bed and the marbled floors of your apartment. so if the chocolates aren’t there, does it actually mean that luna’s been hiding it between her mattress and the bedframe?

you sigh softly and rest yourself on your knees, mentally preparing yourself to be absolutely thrown into a wild goose chase by your daughter. you muster the courage and push the mattress up. and would you have it: 4 packets of reese’s buttercups greet you and… the damned chocolate bunny.

you grab the chocolates into your hands and stumble back out into the living room. “luna sargeant, i hope daddy was right about there being a ghost in our apartment because there’s no way i just found these chocolates under your mattress.”

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williamsracinggf · 3 months

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✧.* just like dad / ls2 *.✧

little luna sargeant's got her mind set on one thing: she wants to be just like dad when she grows up.

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“i’m nervous.” logan glances at the sleeping 5-year-old sprawled across the backseat with her koala stuffie covering her face. he sits back again and glances at you, eyes stuck on the road ahead.

you hum and glance over at him, shaking his leg as he twists his body and takes another look at your daughter. “it’s not even your race, babe.”

you hear logan sigh exasperatedly, staring longingly at the snoring kid. “i know it’s her race. but you know,” he trails off, tilting his head slightly.

he doesn’t get nervous about his races anymore. so when the then 4-year-old daughter came up to him after his race in miami talking about how she wanted to register for a karting race this year, he was more than flabbergasted. he remembers looking over at you in shock while you just shrugged and told him, “you heard the lady.”

while you’re not entirely pleased by your daughter’s decision to start karting, you wouldn’t ever dare to be the parent who told her what she can and cannot do. it’s a value that you and logan had discussed earlier in your relationship and something you’ve tried to stick to heavily.

if you have the means to ensure that your daughter can do what her heart desires, then why would you ever deny her?

logan would have preferred for his carbon copy to not subject herself to the brutality of the sport he’s gotten himself into, but he also cannot help the feeling of pride growing in his chest at the thought of his daughter taking after him. there is something so endearing about the way she wants to be just like him — in her words, not his.

“you can always tell her not to race,” you shrug. “no harm in saying no.”

he throws his head back as he gets comfortable in his seat again. “i can’t do that,” he shakes his head, “you saw how excited she was when we signed her up for her classes.”

you laugh. “besides, you’ve got the perfect gift for luna.” you reach over for his leg in the passenger seat, squeezing him as you smile at him. “she’ll love it.”

that’s another thing: the custom helmet that logan had gotten made for luna’s first race ever. your daughter initially only insisted on her own race suit, which you went and got customised together without logan on a weekend he was away for a race.

it wasn’t until little luna had seen one of logan’s helmets on one of your bedroom shelves that she decided she wanted one for herself. but by that point, it never would have made it in time for her first race.

though, logan being the proud dad that he is (and luna being daddy’s little girl), he already had a custom helmet in the works with a much cuter motif. it’s pink and grey with koalas plastered all over it, thanks to oscar’s influence on the little girl during their trip to australia early last year.

“that design was sent in months ago. what if she doesn’t even like pink anymore?”

logan’s concern is valid. the little girl had taken after your indecisiveness, often changing her claims for things that are her favourite every other day. one time she had sobbed for a solid half hour after logan came home with blue raspberry flavoured candy, suddenly claiming that strawberries are actually her favourite flavour of candy.

logan looked at you hopelessly for help, but neither of you had gotten the memo that her blue raspberry obsession was short-lived. he wound up walking out the front door and coming back with a bag full of strawberry-flavoured candies, feeling like the worst dad that he had somehow let it slip his mind what her favourite candy was.

both of you struggled to finish the blue raspberry candy for weeks, having to start giving it away in the paddocks during his next race.

“i’m sure she still likes pink as much as she did yesterday,” you explain, glancing at your daughter through your rearview mirror. “look at her — it looks like the pink panther threw up all over her.”

he looks back at her, almost bursting out in laughter at how right you are. she’s taken the liberty to dress herself in a pink tutu with a random grey shirt, topped off with a bow that held her hair in a ponytail. “are you sure? what if she wakes up and changes her mind?”

your car comes to a slow stop, surrounded by several other cars in the parking lot of the karting track. you turn to logan and sigh as you shake your head. “you’re overthinking this, babe. she’ll love it,” you reach over for his hand, “because it’s from you.”

he raises an eyebrow, staring at you with clear scepticism. being away for weeks at a time didn’t make him feel like a great dad, despite the young girl always clinging to him whenever he was back in town for breaks, always rambling on about how much she missed her dad while he was gone and that she watched his race.

it’s managed to make him feel so disconnected in her life, sometimes even jealous of how much time you’ve gotten to spend with luna as she grew up. he just doesn’t feel like he knows a lot about her, despite him passing the random quizzes from his giggly daughter right before bed.

“are we here?”

logan flinches at the tiny face that’s slotted herself between their seats, clutching his chest while the 2 girls burst into laughter. “you’re sneaky! i didn’t even notice you were awake!”

“the car stopped moving!” luna shrieks, climbing between the two seats to throw herself onto logan. “and i’m excited!”

“of course, you are!” you cheer, reaching over to pat her head. “it’s your first race, isn’t it?”

she turns her head to look at you with a wide smile, her familiar green eyes shining in the sun that hits your car. your genetics hadn’t had a chance against logan’s — the small girl sported identical green eyes and dirty blonde hair, with dimples to complete the mission of being his clone.

“uncle ozzy will be here too, right? with aunty lily?” she scrambles to press her face against the window, hands cupped over her eyes as she scopes out for her parents’ best friends in the crowd outside the car. “what about uncle alex?”

“they promised to be here to watch your race, lu,” logan laughs, peeling her away from the window. he sits his daughter on his lap, leaning back as he enjoys their time in the cold of the car. “i actually got you a present for the race today.”

“a present! where?”

“it’s in the back, but-”

“then let’s go!” luna squirms in her father’s grip, reaching forward to unlock his door. she almost falls out when she opens it, giggling when logan’s grip on her arm refrains her from hitting the ground face first.

she wiggles out of his grasp, logan tiredly looking over his shoulder at you, still sitting peacefully in the driver’s seat. you shrug as you pull down the visor and grab your makeup bag. “you told her about your present. you know how she feels about presents.”

he opens his mouth to shoot back an explanation, but is cut short by his daughter screeching and running back up to his side of the car. “daddy, my present!”

she reaches up for logan’s hand, forcefully pulling him out of the car. he nods, stumbling over himself as he hurriedly reaches back to release his seatbelt and lets her drag him to the trunk of your family car.

“what is it? is it a toy?” she beams, hopping next to logan as he scavages the several bags in the back for the black dustbag that contains her new helmet. “did you get it while you were away?”

“it’s no longer a surprise if i tell you,” logan laughs.

“is it a toy?”

logan shrugs, reappearing with a bag in his hand. luna’s eyes widened at the far larger gift than she had expected. she reaches up for the bag, whining when logan doesn’t immediately give it to her.

“do you want to guess what it is?” he teases, lifting it further out of her grasp.

“no!” she shrieks, now wrapping her arms and legs around her father’s body at an attempt to climb him to get to her promised present. “please, daddy! my present! i wanna see it!”

“how can daddy give you the present when you’re climbing him like a little monkey, my love?” you laugh, coming around the corner to tear her off logan’s body. “are you our little monkey baby?”

you burst into laughter watching the tiny girl screech in response, shaking her head aggressively as she tries to rebuke your accusations.

alas, logan finally gets on his knees to match her height. he holds out the bag to her, grinning when her green eyes stare into his, her body shaking in excitement. “present time?”

she nods, biting down on her lip. “present time.”

she drops to the ground when logan hands it over. she immediately grabs at the bag, tugging it off the helmet and grunts when there’s another layer of paper packaging that shies it away from her prying hands and curious eyes.

when she does get around to it, though, it’s like time stops when she lays eyes on the large drawing of the koala on the top of the helmet. just 3 weeks ago, she had finally come to terms that she wouldn’t have her own custom helmet for her first ever race ( against her best wishes). now here’s a helmet with her name in black at the corner.

she breaks into a mind-curling scream as she jumps to her feet excitedly. she certainly doesn’t notice the eyes heavily staring at your family, but you do, simply shrugging before returning your attention to luna.

“daddy!” she screams, throwing her arms around logan’s neck, knocking him back into the ground. she doesn’t even notice the soft thud when the back of his head hits the car. “it’s pink and there’s a koala! oh, my days!”

you snort at her vocabulary, suddenly wishing that you hadn’t taken george up on the free babysitting in the paddocks whenever you’re there. her vocabulary never fails to shock you, seemingly being the perfect mix of a kid growing up in the uk with a dash of american from her dad’s side of the family.

she pulls away from him, picking the helmet up from the ground and hops on over to you. “look at it, mummy! it’s got a koala on it!”

you feign excitement and shock. logan had consulted you with the design about a month or two ago, asking you for opinions and any additional designs to satisfy his little girl. you’d even seen the helmet just this morning before getting out of bed to make breakfast for the family.

she turns back to logan, who simply grins. “you like it?”

“i love it!” she screeches. she places the helmet over the dustbag on the ground, whirling around to throw her arms over logan again. “it’s the best present ever! i really really love it!” she throws her head back. “you’re the best dad in the world! i love you!”

she grabs logan’s face, mushing his cheeks as she presses a sloppy kiss on his cheeks. “thank you, thank you!”

“little luna!” oscar’s voice makes the young girl perk up, turning around at the call of her favourite uncle.

she picks up the helmet and sprints over to the couple not too far away, stopping in their tracks when she practically throws herself into oscar’s arms with the helmet in her hands. “look what daddy got me!”

oscar and lily immediately gawk at the girl’s amazement of her dad’s present, showing them all of the things she’s noticed since she laid eyes on it about 5 minutes ago.

logan finally turns to you, sighing in relief. he rests his head on your shoulder and you chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and pat his back. “you’re too hard on yourself, love,” you hum, swaying slightly as you take a quick glance at luna, now surrounded by alex and george who are also congratulating her on her first helmet. “she sees you, you know.”

he pulls away and leans into your touch when you cup his cheek. perhaps he’s too hard on himself. but when you’re away from your daughter most of the year, you’re bound to start thinking that you’re no better than an absent parent.

“i just always feel so disconnected from you guys.” he clenches his jaw, throwing himself over your smaller frame again to hide his face in your hair. “i wish i was around more. it feels like i’m losing her with each day i’m not around.”

“she talks about you all the time and how cool you are.” you pull away and grin slightly, caressing his cheek with your thumbs. “look at her — entering her first karting race. she goes on and on about being just like daddy. you’re her hero.”

logan raises his eyebrow and clenches his jaw. “again — i wouldn’t say i should be her role model when it comes to racing.”

“you can’t change her mind,” you shrug, forcefully turning logan around to look at luna, now in fits of giggles as oscar helps her to try on the helmet. “you’re always with her even when you’re not.” you rest your cheek on his arm, wrapping an arm around his and intertwining your fingers together.

“i just miss you guys so much all the time.” he throws his head back with a groan, turning back to you. “i miss you all the fucking time.”

“don’t be like that.” you tiptoe and pucker your lips, giggling sheepishly when he bends down to press his lips on yours. “luna loves watching the races and she looks forward to you coming home with trinkets and candy. she never forgets you.”

before he can answer, a hand is hitting his thigh, forcing him to pull away to look down at what’s cut your intimate time short.

the girl looks up with her helmet on, her small hands struggling to pull up the visor. “daddy, mummy, look.”

“oh, luna, you look so cool!” logan gushes, helping the girl lift the visor.

her cheeks are mushed in the helmet, green eyes shining through as she throws her head back with a loud giggle. “as cool as you, daddy?”

“even cooler!” logan bends down, taking the young girl into his arms. he hoists her into the air, and then sits her on his hip before reaching for your hand. “come on, let’s get ready for your first race, lulu.”

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jealousy (OP81 x LS2)

part 2 part 1: oscar’s jealousy. lando tells him to talk to logan. w/c: 1119 day 26/27 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium (series masterlist) masterlist

Fate was a confusing thing. Whether you were fated to be lovers or fated to meet once and never again, or even fated to be unable to love each other ever. Childhood friends to lasting lovers? Childhood friends to eternal enemies? Childhood friends to scathing strangers?

Who was Logan supposed to be? Well, the answer was obvious but who was Logan supposed to be to Oscar? A benchmark? A friend? Something more? A dread? Oscar hated thinking about this but it always somehow crept its way back into his mind all the time.

Oscar steals one more glance at Logan. He is playing the most dangerous game, people could possibly see him.

Logan is standing at a random position in the paddock, taking an interview for some F1 media video. In Oscar’s defence, he never really wanted to do this, he was just walking in one fine day and boom, Logan Sargeant was in his face. Something took over him and he stood at one discreet corner, taking occasional glances at Logan.

He doesn’t know why he wants to stare, probably something cliche but looking at Logan is mesmerising, breathtaking and stunning. He wants to stare forever.

Logan’s interview ends.

Oscar wants to walk over and say ‘hi’ or something but before he can Alex takes that opportunity right away. Right, Alexander Albon. Alex swoops right next to Logan as he ends and starts a conversation immediately, pulling him away.

Oscar licks his lips and walks toward his paddock.

Now he’s alone walking, with his thoughts again. Logan and Alex. They look wonderful as a pairing, they are a special driver pairing.

Jealousy sneaks its way up, intoxicating Oscar’s thoughts.

That should’ve been him. Oscar and Logan. The best pairing on the grid, the ultimate duo. No one else deserves the right to stand next to Logan. Absolutely no one.

He shakes his head, burying the thoughts deep. He shouldn’t be thinking of shit like that, he should be glad for Logan, that he found someone, even if it isn’t Oscar.

Oscar kicks a stone to the side of the pavement as he turns into the McLaren garage. He walks in, walking past a giant board displaying his photo and his name. He wishes he was with Logan.

He stares for a bit longer before a violent slap onto his back snaps him back to reality. It’s Lando.

“Admiring yourself huh?” Lando cheekily says.

Oscar simply smiles and nods.

The McLaren duo walk into the garage and do their own things for a while before they’re gathered together again.

Oscar is there slightly earlier, so he scrolls through his phone while waiting. He just downloaded TikTok so there he goes. The first video which pops up is Williams Racing’s video.

It’s some funny idea where Logan and Alex try to mimic the tyre gun sound. It’s really stupid if Oscar is being honest but it’s pretty enjoyable. The both of them engage in some friendly banter.

And just like a snake, jealousy slithers its way back into Oscar.

He clutches his phone tightly. He’s pissed that Alex somehow managed to get Logan as comfortable as Logan was around Alex. That should have never happened. The friendly banter, the laughing at each other’s stupid words.

He feels a sharp sting into his heart. He should be there. Oscar should be the one talking to Logan while he laughs.

The door swings open and Lando struts in. Oscar quickly shuts off his phone and looks up to see Lando’s little sassy walk in.

“Good morning Oscar Piastri!” Lando says before sliding across the table and landing in his chair next to Oscar’s.

“Morning Lan.” Oscar replies and he sounds more under the weather than he expects.

“Someone’s sad today. What happened? Who hurt you? I’ll find them and I’ll attack them.” Lando leans slightly closer in, “I’ll elbow their stomachs and jump onto them.”

Lando starts excessively describing how he’ll hurt the person which makes him forget about his original questions. Oscar’s thankful for this, he didn’t really have an answer ready for the first question anyway.

It takes Lando a few minutes and some dramatic hand actions to eventually calm down about his apparent murder plot which seems slightly too specific to be just “a thought”.

“So. You haven’t answered.” Lando says, “Why so sad?”

Oscar can feel himself stone up. He’s frozen.

What does he say to this? Oh, Alex is being too close to Logan. I hate it.

God he hates how pretentious he sounds. He absolutely despises how his jealousy makes him think of things he would never think about.

“Nothing. Just a little stressed.” Oscar shrugs.

“You’re such a bad liar.” Lando scoffs, “When you’re stressed, you make that face,” Lando does some weird imitation of the face, “But you’re not doing it right now.”

Oscar lets out a huge sigh.

“Oh… It’s a big thing.” Lando asks.

Oscar nods.

“Big big thing.” Lando adds on.

Oscar nods even more intensely.

“Wanna talk about it?” Lando asks.

Oscar nods his head slowly.

“Okay go ahead.”

“You know the Williams drivers?”

Lando nods.

“You know how Logan and I are… like childhood friends.”

Lando nods again.

“Well, that should be me. I think it should be me and Logan instead.”

“So you’re jealous?” Lando raises his eyebrow.

Oscar flinches, it’s that word again.

He nods intently, “I hate it but it’s taking over me.”

“I think you’re just… slightly pissed at the fact that you’re not friends with Logan.”

“Mhm.”

“So… go make friends with him.”

“Will he even remember me?”

“Dumb question.”

“Will he want to make friends with me? I left him on read for… basically a whole year.”

“Never know if you don’t try.”

Their conversation gets cut short when their meeting has to start.

It’s a pretty productive meeting but the moment it ends, Oscar and Lando look at each other and Lando signals toward the door. That gives Oscar some stupid rush of confidence and he sprints toward the door, running out.

“Someone is excited for the sprint.” Lando says as Oscar dashes out the room.

Oscar finds his way to the Williams garage, which takes him an embarrassing amount of time. He stands outside the garage, looking up at a wall plastered with Logan’s face. It’s definitely less well designed than McLaren’s one but Logan looks amazing anyway.

He slowly makes his way into the garage, walking past an engineer and getting a few weird stares.

“I’m sorry. Do you know where… Logan is?” Oscar quietly asks one of the engineers.

“Oscar?”

Oscar hears the all-familiar voice and turns around.

He’s met face to face with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed American.

“Logan!”

-part 2 tomorrow-

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tomorrow never knows

summary: oscar knows a lot of things but when logan seat gets taken from him it turns out that oscar really doesn't know anything at all

(or my brain is still stuck on australia 24 and one (1) line from taylor swift and phoebe bridger's nothing new )

Oscar knows it before the news even breaks. He’s hanging around the garage, antsy, waiting for one of his engineers to get back to him about the data they were going over earlier.

He’s been on edge all day really, anxiety chewing on him in ways that don’t make sense. He’s at his home race, surrounded by fans who love him, who are excited to see him race and somehow that’s not the part he’s nervous about.

He’s nervous about Logan. Worried about whatever is happening behind closed doors at Williams. There hasn’t been any official statement yet, but the writing is on the wall.

There have been whispers of it all over the paddock, murmurs of “that’s tough luck” or “what a shit thing to do to your driver” throughout the McLaren garage. No one is too worried about it really, Logan’s not their driver, but Oscar can still feel something still hangs thick in the air. It’s the knowing he thinks, the waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And then the other shoe does drop.

The other shoe drops and it’s like nothing has even happened. Everyone in the garage is still going about their jobs, unaffected by the news. Head down, it’s not your team, it’s not McLaren. And Oscar thinks that he would be the same way too, if it was someone else and not logan. He thinks he’d be able to get by on a shared look with Lando and a murmured “horrible.”

But it’s not. It’s Logan. And Oscar is with a rage that simmers under the profound sadness he feels. Because he knows what this means for Logan and he knows what this means for them.

It’s almost unconscious the way his feet move. One moment he’s in the McLaren garage and the next he's in Williams trying to find Logan. Trying not to think about the way his eyes water when he’s distraught. The way he shifts his feet from side to side, when he’s antsy and desperate to be anywhere but where he is right now.

When Oscar does see him it’s not a pretty sight. He can see the panic in Logan’s body, torn between fight or flight, surrounded by his team in a way that Oscar knows is suffocating rather than comforting.

He breaks through the little circle that’s formed and grabs Logan by the shoulder to pull him away from everyone. Oscar doesn’t even care that people try to stop them, single mindedly focused on corralling Logan down the corridor and into his driver’s room.

“Osc, what are you- they still- I’m so,” Logan’s neck cranes to look behind him, but his feet keep the marching pace Oscar has set.

Oscar gives Logan a quick squeeze, “I know,” he says. “I know. They can wait.”

He sits Logan down on the little massage table that’s been set up and settles down next to him, pulling him close. “Come ‘ere.”

And that all it takes for Logan to throw his arms over Oscar’s shoulders and bury himself into him.

“It’s so unfair.”

“I know Logs, it’s not fair at all.”

“I know.” It seems to be all Oscar can say and he hates it. Because it’s not really true is it? He doesn’t really know, does he? He doesn't know how it feels, he doesn't know why Williams did it, he doesn’t know anything at all.

“What’s worse is that I think I could have done it. I could have gotten us points.”

And the only thing Oscar can do is pull Logan even closer to him, “they’re making a mistake, you would have gotten points. I know it.”

Logan doesn’t cry, he just lets out a shuddering breath, his body sagging against Oscar’s.

“No you don’t,” Logan says his voice wavering, “you don’t know that.”

And Oscar knows he’s right. He knows that they’ll never get the chance to know if Logan could have gotten points this weekend. That they were robbed of it before they even could figure it out.

“And I know what people will say,” he continues, “I know they’ll be saying that it makes sense from a points perspective, that they did what they had to do. And they’ll say that I’d be better suited in Indy, at something else.”

Logan sighs, his whole body collapsing in on itself. “But I don’t want to be better at something else, I want to be better at this.”

And Oscar knows that too. Because he knows Logan, because he knows that it was always the dream. That it was supposed to be the two of them, on the podium together, winning championships.

It feels impossible to know if this holds true now. A couple years ago, when they were moving from F3 to F2 and winning, they knew there was a chance. But when they were younger, they knew this without a doubt. They knew that it would be Logan and Oscar, Oscar and Logan, racing each other until time itself stopped.

How could they have known everything at 15 and 16, but nothing at 22 and 23?

He’ll come with Logan to the track tomorrow Oscar thinks, hide him away in McLaren for a little bit until he has to go and play nice with everyone for the cameras. And he’ll hold Logan close tonight and stop him from thinking of the future, of the cliffside of legacy they’re teetering on the edge of. That much he knows and that’s enough for tomorrow. And for the day after that, and for the day after that.

Oscar knows that Williams didn’t make the right choice, but they made a choice and they’ll continue to make choices. Choices about Logan’s future in F1, choices that will shape his image as a driver. Choices that they can’t control and ones they won’t know about but will have to face together.

Oscar can only hope that when the time comes they’ll make the right choices.

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