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justablah56 · 2 years

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I wrote a thing :)

read it on Ao3 here

Sooo, have this little analogical roommates au that I decided to make up for this one specific oneshot (unless people like this au and want me to write more for it) !! Little bit of context, in this au all the sides are roommates, don't ask me how it works unless you want my very specific way that it looks and works out in my head so there's that. I'm just writing about these two gay dumbasses because them <3 :)

There's no trigger warnings for this fic, it's all fluff today. and for a bit of mostly irrelevant info, I have decided that Logan gets to be 5' 4 and Virgil gets to be 6' 5. because fuck you, tall Virgil and short Logan rights. also Virgil is definitely a tummy appreciator, and Logan just happens to have a tummy, I don't make the rules. and as per usual in my fics, Virgil uses they/them pronouns :)

Logan woke up groggy and exhausted. He had stayed up probably a little too late last night, and now his brain wouldn't even give him the mercy of sleeping in. Rather, it had woken him up earlier than normal. 4:03 in the morning to be exact, having gone to sleep not even 2 hours previously.

In summary, Logan was miserable. He even tried to go back to sleep, but after 27 minutes it was evident that it wasn't going to happen, so he decided it was about time he actually woke up.

He got up, slipping his glasses on, but not bothering to put on a shirt or change out of his baggy grey sweatpants. After all, it wasn't like anyone else was going to be awake this early.

He left his room for the kitchen to make some coffee for himself with the hopes that it would give him the energy to function properly.

After his coffee was done, he sat himself down on one of the chairs in front of the counter. Zoning out and just barely aware of anything else that was happening around him other than the steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

His mug was half empty before he really started to gain consciousness, and he noticed that there was something on the chair he was sitting on. He really only noticed since the chair, which usually was quite uncomfortable honestly, was now... not uncomfortable?

Whatever it was, it was pretty warm. And soft. And it smelled quite nice now that he thought about it.

He was still tired enough that this didn't register to his sleep deprived brain as anything important enough to divert actual thought into. So, of course, he continued drinking his coffee and just enjoying the comforting smell, feeling relaxed and content.

Virgil on the other hand, woke up that morning, feeling... off. They weren't sure exactly why. Well, that wasn't particularly unusual, being anxiety they often felt like something was wrong. But hey, if it was anything important they were sure they'd figure it out.

They got up out of bed, and then they realized what was wrong. Their hoodie was not hanging up where they always made sure to put it before bed. Fuck, this was not good. Not only were they going to be cold all day, but they wouldn't have their hoodie. And that also meant that they'd have to ask the others if any of them had seen it.

Well, wait a minute, no it didn't. They could find it themself. They always woke up earlier than everyone else, so maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to find it before anyone else woke up. It was still only 5 am, so they had two-to-three hours before anyone else was due to wake up, assuming everyone else didn't suddenly decide to differentiate from their usual schedule.

They would start with their room obviously, it was the most likely place after all, and then they would check the living room, and they could work it out after that. It was unlikely that it was anywhere else, really. There weren't a lot of places they was comfortable taking his hoodie off.

Well, they might as well start looking, it's not like the hoodie would find itself.

It wasn't until Logan had finished his coffee 30 minutes later that his brain finally caught up to his unusually comfortable chair and decided to actually look and see what he was sitting on. He turned back to see... Virgil's jacket?

What was that doing here? Virgil never went anywhere without their jacket, it was unlike them to just leave it lying around. They must've just forgotten it. Somehow. Virgil never just forgot their hoodie, Logan had never even seen them without it on! Something must've happened.

Well... Virgil would likely want to know where their jacket was when they woke up, so Logan should keep it on him, right? It was purely so that Virgil could get their hoodie back as quickly as possible. Obviously.

And therefore, it would only make sense for him to just wear it, then he wouldn't misplace it and he could just give it to Virgil once they woke up! Yes, that's what he would do, it was a perfectly great plan with no alternative motives. Of course.

Logan sighed. Well, there was no point in attempting to reason himself into believing that there was a decent reason he wanted to put on the hoodie, he knew why (though hed never admit it, of course) and he also knew he was going to do it anyway, so there was no point trying to give it an explanation.

He slipped the hoodie over his shoulders was immediately struck by how warm it was. Virgil must've had some sort of heating mechanism in it to keep it that way if it was still warm after being left out all night (presumably). That thought was immediately followed by how good it smelled. It didn't really have a discernable smell, other than just... Virgil.

No no. None of that. Just because he didn't have the optimum amount of sleep didn't mean he had to get all... feelings-y. So the next reasonable thing to do was continue with his morning routine. After all, waking up early doesn't mean he gets to mess up his whole schedule. Meaning that he had to get up from the counter to continue with his morning routine.

He dragged himself out of the chair, not bothering to zip up the jacket, but he did bother pulling the sleeve over his hand and bringing it to his nose to get another smell of the hoodie. Of Virgil. No. Stop. It didn't have anything to do with it smelling like Virgil specifically, it just smelled good. Virgil just (objectively) smelled good! It's an objective fact that Logan has no biases toward. Obviously.

The next thing he realized upon getting up from his chair was how big Virgil's hoodie was on him. Virgil already liked wearing large clothes, not to mention the fact that they were by no means short, standing a good foot or so taller than Logan himself. So putting those facts together meant that the hoodie went just above his knees, effectively keeping his bare torso warm (which was the only reason his face was red, thank you very much).

He then rinsed out his coffee mug, and started some toast. After all, breakfast was an important part of one's day. He really should've started it when he started his coffee like he did normally, but given that normally he didn't only get 2 hours of sleep, he felt he had at least a bit of leeway.

A few minutes later his toast popped up and Logan got the jelly out to put on it. He rolled up the sleeves on Virgil's jacket, it would do no good to get jelly on their jacket of course, and quickly prepared his little breakfast.

After he finished the slice of toast he made a quick stop by his room for a book to read for the next hour or so. Seeing as most of today's schedule depended on the others being able to help, he might as well use this free time to do something he actually enjoys.

He settled himself on the couch against one of the armrests and began to read.

Fuck. Virgil had spent the last hour checking every nook and cranny of their room and, lo and behold, their hoodie was nowhere to be found. Which meant, that they now had to go outside their room to search for it, with only one more hour to check the rest of the mindscape before everyone was supposed to wake up.

Well. They'd better hurry then. They pulled a shirt on, and slipped out their door towards the commons.

The sight they were met with as they reached the top of the stairs was enough to stop them in their tracks.

Right there. On the couch. Was Logan. Wearing their hoodie. Now, if it had been literally anyone else, Virgil would undoubtedly be at least a bit upset, but when it came to Logan, all they could do was stare as they felt their face heat up.

Logan was curled up leaning against the arm of the couch, one hoodie-concealed hand pressed to his face, the other holding his book open. And as if just the sight of Logan drowning in their hoodie wasn't enough to leave them a gay mess, he didn't have a shirt on.

At this point in time Virgil would like to pride themself on not passing out, because it was then that Logan seemed to deem it time to stop reading. He put in his bookmark and proceeded to stretch his arms up over his head, closing his eyes and yawning as Virgil's hoodie slipped over his bare chest.

Virgil's eyes went wide and were immediately drawn to the small pouch that was Logan's stomach. Goddamn it- why did Logan have to be so fucking cute and why did Virgil have to be so fucking gay.

It was then that Logan relaxed his arms and opened his eyes. Which wasn't the best thing when Virgil was currently standing completely and utterly still, enamored with just Logan, within Logan's vision field now that he wasn't focused on his book.

After Logan had finished a couple chapters, he decided that he should probably actually go get dressed. After all, he couldn't just wait for everyone else to wake up and see him half naked in Virgil's hoodie, he had a reputation. And now that he was properly awake, he probably shouldn't be wearing Virgil's hoodie whenever they decided to wake up, they were awfully touchy with their hoodie.

However, it appeared that he was just a bit too late- for as he stretched in preparation for getting up, he looked up to see who else? But Virgil themself standing at the top of the stairs, face red, eyes wide, and staring directly at Logan.

Well, not directly. Not his eyes, anyway. No, Virgil's eyes were focused, quite intently he might add, on Logan's stomach.

Logan immediately flushed and went to cover his bare torso with the hoodie, only to remember that the hoodie belonged to the very person right in front of him, struggling to get out of the hoodie to give it to them.

Logan looked back up to see Virgil's eyes had flicked up to Logan's as soon as Logan had moved to cover himself.

"Sh-shit sorry- I was- I was going to give it back when you woke up, I swear-" Logan began to stutter out.

It was then that they interrupted him with their own apology, "No- fuck- I, I - I didn't mean to- to stare or anything I just-"

They brought their hands up to cover their steadily reddening face as they quickly glanced away from him again, pointedly looking at the wall behind him.

After just a few moments of awkward (and very gay) silence and avoided eye contact from both of them,

"Erm- Virgil. You could- W- Would you like to have your hoodie back?" Logan asked hesitantly, beginning to take off the jacket, assuming their answer.

"Oh! Um," Virgil's gaze landed back on Logan's for a moment, "Yes? Well- no- you actually look really fucking cute in my hoodie and ohmyfuck I don't know why I just said that-" they rushed the last bit out, sounding absolutely mortified at what Logan was pretty sure they had just confessed.

Logan froze, "Y- Wait. What? I- You. think I'm cute?"

Virgil once again removed their hands from their still blazing face, "Er- Yes? I mean, have you seen yourself? Anyone who doesn't think you're cute is either blind or lying, so-"

"Virgil." Logan started, gaining some hidden confidence from god knows where as he took a few steps towards the stairs that Virgil was still standing atop. Perhaps he had been embolden by Virgil's words, or maybe it was just that Virgil had been the one to say them, but regardless whatever his brain decided to do with this newfound confidence, it was likely going to end up being overly blunt.

Virgil looked down at him, now looking a bit confused along with their flushed face. "Um. Yes, Logan?" they asked.

Logan stepped up the rest of the stairs until he had reached the top. "Kiss me?" he asked, looking up and hesitantly reaching for Virgil's hand.

Virgil froze, face going blank for a moment just long enough for Logan to doubt his ability to assess the current situation, before breaking out into a grin and answering with a "God yes." as they grabbed Logan's hand in one of theirs and wrapped their other arm around Logan as they leaned far enough down to press their lips against his own.

#sanders sides #sandersides #logan sanders #tss logan #virgil sanders #tss virgil #analogical #tall virgil #short logan #chubby logan #sander sides fic #my writing

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betamash · 3 months

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SHORT LOGAN

Short Logan.

Have a great day, folks.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #short logan #my art

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sidesinwonderland · 1 year

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Epilogue

#sanders sides #tsswau #pt 12 #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #short and sweet epilogue #this takes place after a group meeting #in which Thomas finally decides to go to therapy

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collidew1thesky · 2 months

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“everything we’ve been through has just been a hallucination…?”

#i forgot her shadow has short hair so i had to draw those shadows like 3 times #sbg #school bus graveyard #aiden clark #ben clark #logan fields #school bus graveyard webtoon #tyler hernandez #sbg (webtoon)#ashlyn banner #taylor hernandez #digital art #artists on tumblr

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fangirltothefullest · 9 months

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How I imagine it would have gone had he chosen "Go to the Museum". Patton fully thinks that sculpture looks JUST like Janus.

#tashiarts #logan sanders #patton sanders #museum date lol #finally figured out how i'm handling the short hair which is not my forte to draw but WE SUCCEED REGARDLESS BECAUSE IT'S CUTE

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f1girliefics · 2 months

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Being Logan Sargeant's Glitter Princess

You would say you were a girly girl. A very girly girl.

You loved the colour pink, you loved to wear a nice pair of heels.

You would say your world is filled with glitter.

And your boyfriend would agree.

He could recall the very first question you had for him when he told you that he is an F1 driver "So do you have glittery helmets?"

And Logan was hooked.

Everyone would say that you are a pretty girl, some might call you a bimbo even, but in reality, you were very smart.

Call it the effect of Legally Blonde which just happens to be your favourite movie of all time.

Smart, pretty, well dressed and a Formula One driver's girlfriend.

Every event you attended with Logan, arguably you were the best dressed, everyone knew it was you the moment you stepped foot in.

Glittery, shimmery or beaded long dresses.

And let's be fair, Logan loved having you by his side, he felt proud.

All the other girls and women with their simple dresses and there you were, covered in Swarovski.

But if Logan was honest with himself, he fell for your smile. Such a contagious smile you have.

The joke would never die about him not knowing what a kilometre is, but no one joked about him having you by his side.

You were the perfect match.

Glitter and all.

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anonyb0b · 4 days

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Here's some logos and pathos

#sanders sides #patton sanders #logan sanders #tss logan #tss patton #sanders sides fanart #these guys are more abstract #those colors on patton represent emotions #might have made pat too short oops

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alocon · 3 months

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A Warm Embrace - Logan Sargeant

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

written by alocon

Summary: Ice skating double date under the stars with your boyfriend. Pure fluff to celebrate the Williams Car Launch x

Warnings and Tropes: Pretty short, quickly written, pure fluff, ice skating and stuff. No use of Y/N.

[Masterlist]

A Warm Embrace - LS2 x Fem!Reader

"Do you trust me?" You asked as your boyfriend's grip tightened on your arms.

"Of course. I just don't trust myself."

You repositioned his hands so they were on your shoulders, your hands holding onto his waist as you slowly began to move you both further away from the barrier at the outside of the ice skating rink. Logan's grip on you was definitely going to leave some soreness over the next couple of days, but you didn't mind. You couldn't think of anyone better to be ice skating with currently. You felt his gaze focus on you, as you had recommended to stop him worrying, knowing how he calmed when he was in your presence.

Looking around the rink, you caught the eyes of Lily, who was very happy with Alex's progress on the ice. He was doing well, having only fell over a handful of times and was currently looking really stable. And as you thought that, he went again. Spoke too soon, you thought.

Your eyes met the soft ones of the person you had so desperately fallen for as you slowly pulled him around the track. He smiled, looking at the way your face got slightly redder the longer he looked at you. It was like, in that moment, he had forgotten all about the ice that you were on. He trusted you. He felt safe. All that mattered in that moment was your touch, your hair, your eyes. All that mattered was you.

"I am so in love with you." His voice was quiet as he spoke.

"I love you too, Logan." You meant it. Of course you did, how couldn't you? He was a sweetheart. He would go straight to you whenever he finished a race. He would wake you up when he stayed over yours by placing soft kisses all over your face. He would risk being a little late to spend those extra few minutes cuddling in bed with you. He would tie your shoes, not because you didn't know how, but because it saved you doing it before you headed out for a long day at work. He would slice your apples for you, peel your oranges if you asked him to.

You would do things for him too. When he got sick the month earlier, you called his mother and video called her whilst she step-by-step taught you how to make his favourite childhood soup, just so he could feel at home. You would play with his hair when he couldn't sleep to calm him. You would wake up at 4am some days to make sure he had breakfast before training even if that meant being exhausted by the end of your shift once you finished, which could be as late as 10pm.

Logan was getting better at this, the pair of you gradually speeding up as you went around the rink. His focus was on you. You began to slightly loosen your grip, seeing if he was able to stand on his own on the ice now. He was. You took his hand, pulling him slowly with you, ready to reach out and grab him if he almost fell over. But he didn't. The two of you talked and laughed as he got more confident on the ice, only ending up slipping up once by the end of it.

After getting off the ice, the four of you sat at a nearby restaurant, outside, to have food. It was delicious. You twisted the pasta up on your fork before passing it to Logan as he had asked to taste it. He then did the same for you.

"Today has been so fun," Alex said, smiling as he ate. "We definitely need to do this again."

You agreed. It was perfect.

You felt arms snake around your waist as you brushed your teeth, ready for bed. Your boyfriend kissed your forehead, gently swaying the pair of you as he left kisses all over you. Your forehead, your shoulder, your cheek, your neck, everywhere. He whispered sweet things into your ear about how you're his favourite person. You're his everything. He wants to spend his life with you.

All day he had seemed nervous, you didn't know why but you figured it was because of your venture onto the ice. "Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, "Of course, anything."

"Do you want to move in with me?" You span in his embrace, looking into his eyes for any sign of that being a joke. It wasn't. He continued to speak. "I was just thinking, you spend a hell of a lot of time here anyways and we've been together for a year now and waking up in bed with you is one of my favourite things. Obviously if you don't want to, you don't have to. I was just-" he went silent the second your lips met his.

You pulled away, feeling a shiver run down your spine from the low temperature in his bathroom. "Of course I will, I would love to."

His hands traced your spine through your shirt as his hands travelled to your waist, placing a kiss to your lips before wrapping you into a warm embrace. His warm embrace.

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logansargeant: I love you ❤

youruser: I love you too ❤

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alex_albon: We need to do it again soon, also stop trying to steal Lily from me!!

lilymhe: She didn't need to try, she already had me 🤭

logansargeant: ????

alex_albon: ????

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lilymhe: adore you x

youruser: miss you already, beautiful x

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user: the girls flirting in the comments is giving me life

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williamsracing: Our favourite grid couples!!

youruser: Love you guys, next year is our year

williamsracing: You've taught her well logansargeant

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user2: cuties

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arthur_leclerc: Gross x

youruser: alr just because you don't have a girlfriend doesn't mean you get to run your mouth x

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oscarpiastri: Double date with us next???

youruser: Absolutely!

-The End-

[Word Count - 800-900 not including the comments on the post]

Hi All, I know, it was very short. I will make a longer Logan story at some point, however, I am half asleep and it's 10pm and I wanted to write something quickly before bed. I wrote this in about 15-20 minutes so enjoy. The Williams looks beautiful this year!! And the suitsssss 😍 Not edited btw sorry for spelling errors Have a lovely day. Another Lando story soon, maybe? Either him, Max or Charles I'm thinking x Alocon

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losthavenmine · 15 days

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The Peter Weyland Files: 'Prometheus' Transmission (2012)

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disneyprincemuke · 3 months

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stay cool, it’s just a kiss

alternatively: it’s flawless, really something

in which they roll up to the front porch after their first date and logan can’t seem to wrap up the date as he typically does

“that was very,” she clears her throat, her smile growing slightly as she walks up to the door of the house, “i had a lot of fun.”

logan grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. “this is kinda weird, isn’t it?”

she laughs. she looks back at the house momentarily and turns back to him. “it’s one way to end the date — ending up in the same place. is it weird that we already live together before we go went on a date?”

he shrugs with a small smile. he takes a step towards her. “well, don’t make it weird.”

“i’m not!” she shrieks, dropping her head in embarrassment. “i was asking genuinely!”

silence falls between them at the front porch steps of the place they spent years together in.

the date had gone amazingly well. logan stuck to his promise of making it up to her after the stunt he pulled in the bahamas. opened doors, drove her, paid the bill and everything. it’s very sweet and endearing, and he had even reached over at some point to hold her hand.

on the drive home, she couldn’t help but look over at him, focused on the road as he tries not to turn his head to dreamily stare at her. which he’s done all night, and it was starting to worry her when he was behind the wheel.

she never knew watching someone drive could send her mind into a frenzy.

“so, um,” logan sighs, tapping his foot on the ground. “thing is, i can’t pull any of my usual moves on you like i usually do.”

“what do you mean?” a small smile spreads her lips as she stares up at him in confusion.

“i wasn’t the best guy to try and date before this,” logan admits. “you know that — you get all the stories from me. i can’t do that to you.”

“am i an alien? what separates me from your other girls?”

he rolls his eyes. “you know what makes you different.”

she shakes her head and takes a step forward. her hands are shaking, her mind is operating at a million kilometres an hour as she took that daunting step. it isn’t like her to be so forward. “i actually don’t.”

logan would never admit but he’s known, even several years back, that her eyes were a different level of hypnotising. he could get lost in her eyes every single time he looked in.

“don’t make me say it.”

his eyes flicker to her lips, then back up at her eyes. he knows that she saw him hesitate because he catches her glance at the way his hands flinched, restraining himself from grabbing her and sandwiching her between his body and the door.

she scoffs dryly. he raises his eyebrows when she closes up the gap between them, chests pressed against one another. “are you going to kiss me?”

he breathes out shakily. “what?”

“it’s not like we’ve never kissed before,” she says in a low voice. she loops a finger around his pants’ belt loop and pulls him in. “why are you holding back?”

“come o–“

he doesn’t get to protest against her best wishes when she wraps her hands around his neck, pulling him down into her to connect their lips.

the reality is that at the end of dates, he would typically bring the girl to bed. and, well, it’s not that easy in this situation. not only is this girl his best friend, they also live in the same house. it’s just not right.

and she’s so pure, so innocent, and so fresh to things like a relationship.

it’s just not the same.

she bunches up the material of his jacket in her hands as their lips move against one another, taking another bold step forward to press herself up against him.

his hands come up to tangle themselves in her hair, stumbling forward. the effect she has on his is just absurd — coming undone in her presence after he branded himself as someone with a tough exterior.

“logan,” she mutters breathlessly, pulling away momentarily.

he hums in response, crashing his lips back onto hers. his hands move down to her back, squeezing the skin in the area. “god, do you have any idea how long i’ve wanted this with you?”

“just do it. i’m all yours.” she smiles against his lips and nods. logan pulls away, holding her in the spot with wet lips and staggered breaths.

she looks up at him with wide eyes, lips parted and a glimmer in her eyes that logan’s never seen before. “what’s wrong?”

“you know i can’t do this to you,” logan sighs, shaking his head. in perspective, he simply can’t treat her the way he does with every other girl. it’s not the same.

perhaps it’s the fact that they’d grown up together, or that he feels like he owes a lot of his success to her family for taking him in when he needed a family to lean on.

he just can’t take advantage of her like that.

“you’re… you’re young.” logan steps away and scratches his head. “we need to take this slow. i told you — you’re not just any other girl to me. it’s different. this is different.”

her expression doesn’t falter. if anything, it looks like she swooning even more than before. she smiles with an understanding nod. “okay.”

he smiles, swiping his thumb across her cheek gently. “i’ll show you what it’s actually like to be with me. i’ll take care of you, okay?”

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#short one #i miss them!!!#ugh #fucking logan and femdriver #i think of them all the time btw #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke ial #f1 fanfic

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