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lovings4turn · 2 months

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୧ ‧₊˚ ☕️ ⋅ ☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭…

— in desperate need of caffeine, logan stumbles into the first cafe he comes across. little does he know, this will be the start of something great.

+ the first part of my whole latte love series , aka my child , so i hope you all enjoy <3 this is set in the uk , but reader isn't specified to be any particular nationality !

+ dividers from benkeibear !!

there were many sacrifices logan sargeant was willing to make in his life.

flying halfway across the world aged only eleven to pursue his dream of racing, for one. on a smaller scale, always allowing his brother dalton to ride shotgun on family trips, despite the fact that the backseat caused his legs to cramp up after a few hours.

but, no matter how late he was running, logan had promised himself he would never, ever deprive his body of a hot, caffeinated beverage before a meeting.

on this particular morning, though, logan was running especially late. normally, the jarring sound of the iphone alarm would snap him from his deep sleep within seconds, the noise sparking an instant feeling of dread within him even when it wasn't coming from his phone.

he’d learned that alex had a habit of setting alarms for various things throughout the day, before promptly forgetting what he’d set it for, leaving logan to go through the five stages of grief at least four times a weekend.

but it seemed today the universe had been a little bored, and so decided to find entertainment in burdening a poor, unsuspecting american race car driver with one minor inconvenience after another.

firstly, his alarm hadn't woken him up. correction: it had woken him up, just thirty minutes after it was supposed to.

secondly, his pride in managing to get dressed with an impressive five minutes to spare was quickly dissipated when he couldn't find his keys or wallet. the hunt had set him back another ten minutes (because why on earth would he think to check the cutlery drawer until he had run out of other possible options?).

and, for good measure, he'd tripped over his own welcome mat in his mad dash out of his apartment. so, yeah, it had been a morning, to put it lightly.

logan cursed to himself as he all but jogged down the busy street, eyes desperately scanning every building he passed in search of a cafe. he was too frantic to read any shop signs, but when he witnessed two girls walking out of a doorway clutching two paper cups, he knew he'd struck gold.

fucking finally.

logan offered the pair a tight lipped smile as he slipped past them and into the cafe, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips as the familiar smell of strong, freshly brewed coffee hit him.

this was more than worth being late for, he decided. he'd pick up a few extra coffees, as an apology, a courtesy of some kind. who could be mad with a cup of coffee in their hand? though logan figured he was allowed to be a little lax in his timings anyways, since he was no longer in his rookie year at williams. the team would forgive him quick enough.

trainer-clad feet led him towards the back of the fairly short queue leading up to the counter, and logan took the opportunity to slip his phone out from his coat pocket and shoot a quick text to alex. he hoped his teammate wouldn’t mind bearing the responsibility of updating the rest of the team on his whereabouts.

‘sorry, overslept. omw now though, bringing coffee as an apology and effort to keep my head’.

three laughing emojis quickly flared up onto logan’s lockscreen, and he took that as a positive sign.

it was only when logan placed his phone back into his pocket that he realised just how close he was to the front of the line, and immediately began rehearsing his order. sure, he ordered the same thing practically every single time he got coffee, but with the day he was having, he’d probably find a way to absolutely butcher the simple order.

all he needed was his oat milk latte, a black coffee for james, and some sort of sugary, overly sweet concoction for alex. he doubted this place sold the pumpkin spiced lattes that he loved to tease alex about ordering, so he’d just have to find the next best thing.

only, when he finally stepped up to the counter and opened his mouth to order, his mind went blank.

standing only a few feet in front of him was the most gorgeous person logan had ever seen, and considering he’d travelled the world and met countless different women and men over the years, that was an impressive achievement.

you, luckily, hadn’t noticed the internal reboot logan was experiencing, and focused instead on offering him a warm smile and greeting.

“morning! what can i get for you today?” you asked, finger poised and ready to input his order into the till in front of you.

logan barely managed to stop himself from physically shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, before pasting a crooked grin of his own onto his lips.

“good morning,” he returned, voice a little quiet before he cleared his throat and spoke up again. “can i just get a large black americano, large oat milk latte, and uh,” logan paused, eyes quickly scanning the board in front of him as he weighed up all of the different syrups available.

vanilla, caramel, hazelnut, and oh, thank god, cinnamon. that was close enough to pumpkin spice, right?

“and a large cinnamon latte, please. oh, to take out.” he finished, finally returning his eyes to you as you skillfully rang through his order.

“ah, great choice,” you commented, your smile still never having left your lips.

from the moment he’d opened his mouth, you’d quickly registered the accent, though opted not to comment on it despite how pleasing it was to your ears. of course there were no shortage of americans stepping into the cafe everyday, but there was something about his in particular that caused your ears to perk up a little more. maybe it was down to the person it was attached to, instead.

“and is that everything for you today?” you continued, snapping back into following what you’d aptly dubbed your ‘service speech’, a routine that ensured you didn't stumble over your words to every customer you served.

“that’s all, yeah.” logan responded with another small smile.

“perfect. that’ll be nine eighty there.”

"great, thank you."

logan quickly pulled out his phone to pay, though as his eyes caught the small jar sat on the counter, ‘tips’ scrawled onto a label in nice handwriting, he wished he was paying by cash. a flash of hope ran through him as he dug his hand into his jean pocket, and he had never been more relieved to feel some spare change brush against his fingertips.

barely even bothering to count how much was there – it looked to be about three pounds, but he could have been wrong - logan dropped it into the jar, offering you a sheepish smile. he felt a little foolish, paying by card and fumbling around for some cash, but the look on your face was more than worth it.

“thank you,” you repeated with a soft laugh. “should be ready for you in two minutes.”

logan couldn’t bring himself to speak again, so simply nodded and moved to walk to the point he would collect his drinks from. before that, though, he would grant himself one, small privilege.

his eyes quickly found your name badge, and he scanned it as subtly as he could before he walked away, the name replaying over and over in his mind like a broken record. but, no. broken records were annoying, an inconvenience, something to fix or throw out. your name was anything but.

not even five minutes after he’d placed his order were his drinks placed onto the counter, each labelled appropriately to save for any confusion. a cupholder had also been provided, which logan was eternally grateful for. he didn’t think the three drinks would survive the short journey otherwise. as a treat to himself, he took a small sip from his latte and almost swore. logan didn’t believe in magic, but he was sure that this coffee was somehow laced with it. never had a simple oat latte tasted so good to him.

and, he thought, a little embarrassingly, never had someone looked so good making one, either.

“see you later!” you called from behind the till, lifting your hand in a gesture that could be perceived as a wave, but also an attempt to smooth your hair a little.

logan nodded and gave you a smile. you would definitely see him later. he had just found his new favourite coffee shop, and he wasn’t going to give it up any time soon.

☕️ . . . there it is , the first instalment !! i loved writing this so much - and actually did so with a cinnamon iced latte of my own , as alex and i are actually one and the same ! hope you all enjoyed , and thank you for reading <3

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #₊ ⊹ barista!reader #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #logan sargeant blurb #logan sargeant drabble #formula one x reader #formula one x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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pucksandpower · 5 months

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PowerPointless

Part I

Formula 1 x Russell!Reader

Summary: you decide to throw your brother a birthday party based on the thing he loves most in the world: PowerPoint

Note: a huge thank you to @struggling-with-drivers because this would not have been possible without her help

#1 - Max Verstappen

#2 - Logan Sargeant

#3 - Daniel Ricciardo

#4 - Lando Norris

#10 - Pierre Gasly

#11 - Sergio Perez

#14 - Fernando Alonso

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formulafics · 6 months

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★ BABY, JUST SAY YES | LS2

Scenario: its no secret that logan sargent isn’t single, but one thing that no one can quite figure out - not even his co workers - is who the mystery girl is. logan doesn’t reveal who until she’s no longer his girlfriend, but his wife. (requested)

Pairing: logan sargeant x fem!popstar!reader

A/N: it’s taken me 4 days of writers block to get this one figured out, but she is finally here! i hope everyone enjoys! <3

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logansargeant the flight is always worth it to be with her

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sargeantformula another day, another soft launch from logan 😔 when does the pain end?

logansgirl HE LOOKS SO GOOD

formulogan so either logan plays guitar or his gf plays guitar 🧐

⤷ norizzlando i thought that i could figure out something by looking at the music sheets but it’s beatles songs, and i doubt logan is dating paul mccartney

⤷ alexalbonooo23 STOP IT FHIS COMMENT IS KILLING ME 😭 “i doubt logan is dating paul mccartney”

logansargeant

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logansargeant summer dump

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alex_albon getting a little to close to using @/georgerussels tactics

rizzciardo logan pls just tell us who it is 😔 do it for your fans

⤷ norrisnation DO IT FOR AMERICA

formulaobssesed why is logan kinda…

⤷ sargeantformula YOURE JUST LEARNING THIS? HES BEEN FINE

sargeantnation THE FIRST PICTURE HELLO YOU LOOK SO GOOD

ls2sargeant okay, but WHO is in the second picture? 😭

logansargeant

in love

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formulanorris the location being “in love” is sickening

⤷ piastrizz no literally i want want what him and his gf have

williamillion ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE LOGAN

godblessls2 boy if you don’t just drop her @ rn

loscargirlie logan you wanna drop her @ sooooo bad rn

logansargeant and ynlnsargeant

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logansargeant so glad my baby said yes. happy one year, my beautiful girl.

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ynsworld LOGAN IN RHE MIDDLE OF YNA FUCK I G CONCERT???

oscarpiastri happy anniversary ❤️

⤷ rizzciardo loscar crumbs 🥹 i love them

alex_albon happy anniversary! love you guys.

formulasargeant LOGAN WHAT????

piastrizz LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT I SWEAR TO GOD

ynfannacc the caption. not okay, young man.

⤷ godblessls2 LMAOO THIS COMMENT IS SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

rizzciardo the mesh of logan and yn fans in the comments is so funny to me 😭

loscargirlie I KNOW I BEGGED YOU MULTIPLE TIMES TO DROP THE @ BUT COME ON LOGAN

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ynlnsargeant what a night. thank you to everyone who came out tonight, i am so grateful for your support. on a side note, happy anniversary to my love, @/logansargeant. one year down, forever to go. 🫶🏻

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logansargeant i love you so much baby.

⤷ ynlnsargeant i love you more. thanks for coming out tonight ❤️

ynsguitar the end of an era - she changed her username

⤷ ynloverforlife ITS SO CUTE 😭 she and logan are actually so cute together i can’t even be sad

ynsworld simultaneously extremely happy for you and feeling like my heart has been ripped out. ilysm </3

ynsnumberone i cannot believe i witnessed this kiss in real time

⤷ formulasargeant i have no idea how you survived because me personally? that would be the end

danielricciardo NO WAY. happy anniversary!

⤷ rizzciardo DANIEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE LMAO

⤷ sargeantformula apparently only oscar, lando, and alex knew about their relationship. oscar was the only one who went to the wedding 💔 (not to mention daniel has always liked yn’s music)

all feedback is appreciated! thank you for reading <3 - daelynn

general taglist | @renarots (special shoutout to her for always fueling the brainrot for these fics) @jsjcue @treehouse-mouse @harrysdimple05 @illicitverstappen @lovstappen @minkyungseokie

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logansargeantsbabymom · 14 hours

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Too Good to Say Goodbye (SNEAK PEAK)

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, Hurt/Comfort & Implied Smut

(THIS IS A SNEAK PEAK! IT'S GONNA BE A LONG ONE BUT ENJOY THIS LITTLE SNEAK PEAK IM GIVING YOU) I also have a lengthy Logan smut in my drafts but I'm no where NEAR done yet.

Summary: Y/N is tired of constantly being dissed by Logan and he doesn't seem to care, at least not until it's too late.

I clasp my jacket closer to my body as I wait for Logan to open the door of our shared apartment. It's pouring rain and my dumbass forgot the keys, I sigh as I pull my phone out, dialing my lovers number.

one ring

two rings

three rings

four- declined.

*new text from "Logie Bear🐻💙"*

Logie Bear🐻💙: Babe I'm on the sim, give me a few.

Me: I'm out here in the pouring rain and I left my key, You said you'd unlock the door 5 minutes ago.

Logie Bear🐻💙: You fucking made me crash.

Logie Bear🐻💙: I'm coming.

A scoff leaves my lips as I shove my phone into my soak jean pockets that stuck to my skin, a few minutes later I hear the lock click and the door swigs open revealing a less than happy Logan.

"Damn, were you watching our home videos while waiting for me to open the door?" Logan laughed as he took in a soaked me before side stepping so I could walk in.

"I've been outside for 10 fucking minutes in the pouring rain Logan and you're making jokes?" I almost screamed at him

Unbelievable, all I do for him and this is how he treats me?

"Woah babe, take a joke," Logan starts before his phone starts ringing "Yeah? Oh for sure, right now? Uh huh, Okay I'll hop on. Yup yup, just give me 5. I'm grabbing a snack" with that Logan hung up the phone "I'm hoping back on the sim with the boys, so just take a shower and dry the floors, you're ruining the wood."

I wanted to scream, I'm ruining the floors? I wouldn't be ruining the floors if you would've opened the door 10 minutes ago like you fucking said you would.

I made my way into our shared room, grabbing my clothes and speaker before making my way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I connected my phone to the speaker and started playing "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi on a low volume before stripping out of the soaking wet clothes that stuck to my skin.

My shaking hand turned the tap to hot as the water started spurting out of the shower head, which made me sigh thinking about the shower head I gave Logan every time we showered together. Today makes 3 weeks since we last fucked, and that was also probably why I'm so aggravated at everything he does. All this pent up sexual tension between us is driving me crazy.

Before stepping into the now steamy shower I turned the volume up on the song currently playing. Once in the tub, I let all my problems wash off of me and down the drain as I let the boiling hot water hit my skin as I just stood under the warmth of it. After what felt like 3 minutes of pure bliss and silence I hear a faint knock at the door before hearing it open. Peaking my head out the shower curtain I'm greeted by Logan just standing by the door.

"Hey Logie, care to join me?" I said in a low & seductive voice, watching as he steps fully into the bathroom and closes the door. A victory smile makes its way on my lips as I pull myself behind the curtain once more, quickly lathering myself in foamy soap.

I can hear Logans footsteps getting closer to the shower, but instead of getting in I hear him pick up my phone, turn the volume down, set my phone back down and as he's leaving he mutters "Not tonight. Boys are on the game and they're complaining that your depressing songs are too loud."

Are you fucking kidding me?

That had been my last straw. In one quick movement I turn off the shower, throw my robe on and march out of the bathroom and into his sim room.

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c-losur3 · 4 months

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389 words, angst, pre established relationship, reader is accomplished, based on the world @disneyprincemuke created.

My first real try at RPF, for the Logan Sargeant fans, I’m sorry in advance. >> Additionally, if you want me to continue, I have two endings in mind. Let me know!

part 2 here!

You win. The announcers’ voices boom over the track. Your name has never felt more foreign to Logan. Perhaps, it’s not the only unfamiliar thing, and that’s the cruelest thing to him.

You up there, on the top step, starry eyes sparkling with the flash of cameras

And where was he?

Far, far away from where you’re standing now.

Perhaps he knew for the longest time that you’d just continue to rise, fallen stars always make their way back to the sky, and he couldn’t fault you for it.

You and him through it all, you promised with a toothy grin, pinkies interlocked.

The reporters are cruel, even when he can tell they mean well. Congratulating you and your feat, female world champion and broken records.

You’re happy and that made him happy. What changed, he couldn’t bring himself to come to terms with.

He insists that he’s fine as you reach your respective motorhomes to pack up for the end of the year. (He’s not.)

And as you walk away, extra excitement in your step, and Seb ruffles your hair, he locks himself in his driver’s room.

You’re amazing. And he can’t fault you for shining.

But if you can win, succeed, then why couldn’t he?

Tears prick his waterline as it sinks in. The replays of your win sting. And it’s never been this way, but why does it hurt him now?

He snaps at you for the first time in your whole friendship, relationship now, this morning.

He’s apologetic immediately but your face loses the smile that’s been honed there for a while now.

He snapped about you and your shiny, amazing, champion friends. And you took it to heart, yelling back that at least they were something.

A pin drops as you realize that you fucked up. You’re sorry, you really are. Hotheadedness and youth go hand in hand, and you never meant to hurt him.

He shakes his head stepping backward as he puts on his coat, running out of the shared apartment, running away even when he feels that you were right.

He’s just a sentence in the paragraph of your life.

You’re reassured him time and time again that he’s important to you, and that his performance would never change what you feel about him, what what if it did, he thinks.

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #ls2 #ls2 x reader #f1 angst #🐈‍⬛>>#;drabbles

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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 months

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drabble request! feel free to tweak/change especially if the pairing isn't your cup of tea: logan/oscar and morning coffee?

thank you and have a great day today!

okay!! i didn't think i'd have much to say about this pairing but. it turns out i'm a liar.

(ignore the fact that oscar won f2 in covid...in bahrain... and i don't think logan was in the same championship that year. something something artistic liberties)

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The carpet tickles Oscar's neck. He blinks his eyes open.

F2 celebrations were a blur. Logan dragged Oscar to some godawful nightclub, all bright lights and sweaty bodies and people pressing on him. Last night comes back in sparks. Jagerbombs, shoulder bumps, arms in the air like they just don’t care. Electro beat so loud it rattled his brain.

They both ended up on the floor of Oscar’s hotel suite. Oscar’s not sure why that was, or what logic there was in that decision when they fumbled with the room key and tumbled in at the wee hours of the morning.

Logan tosses a red team polo at Oscar’s face.

“Get up, dude.”

Oscar makes a noise that sounds lot like ngggh.

“That was a total shitshow.” Logan says.

“Yeah. I know. Told you not to go, didn’t I?”

“C’mon man. Last day of F2 and you weren’t gonna celebrate?”

“I feel awful. This feels awful.”

“But winning F2. Bet that doesn’t feel so bad.”

They both stare at the trophy, sitting sideways on a nearby sofa. Thankfully Oscar had the wits to deposit the silverware in his room before he went out to the party last night.

Oscar also thinks at some point that Logan’s arm ended up around his waist last night. Like really tight for some reason, but he can’t really remember.

The trophy winks at them in the morning sunlight, as if in on a joke.

Logan points at the trophy. “You should totally name it.”

“No.”

“Yeah you should.”

“My head hurts. What will it take to shut you up right now?”

Logan’s chest rumbles as he laughs. He’s spry, still, but Oscar knows from their training together that he’s getting stronger every month. There might be a day soon where Logan’s going to stand taller than him.

He doesn’t know why he’s thinking about that.

“McBreakfast, maybe.” Logan nods to himself as if he's just invented a great new concept. “A McMuffin with double hash browns. Yeah.”

“You’re so predictable.”

“I feel like you like that about me.”

“Humility is a good look, Sargeant. You should try it sometime.”

Logan barks a laugh, and stands up. He reaches an arm out to help Oscar up. Oscar still feels like someone’s dropped a ton of bricks on his head, but at least there’s someone here to help. Or commiserate. Whatever. Maybe they’re the same thing, sometimes.

“What is it that adults are supposed to do?” Logan says, adjusting his shirt.

“Get a coffee,” he adds, in a deeper baritone.

“Disgusting stuff. Don't get why people like drinking it.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You drink stuff like my kid cousin.”

“Don’t chocolate-shame me.”

“I would never. You loser.”

“Who’re you calling loser?!” Oscar exclaims. He darts at Logan, and ends up pulling the other driver in a headlock. Logan’s hair is warm and a bit sweaty under Oscar’s hands. Also Logan screeches like an eagle the whole time. They’re probably going to get a noise complaint, but whatever. Oscar will take his F2 Championship privileges, if only to bully his friend.

"Take that back!" Oscar says.

“Nah!”

“Right now!”

"Fuck's sake, man! Okay, okay."

Oscar releases the other guy, and Logan stands up again. His cheeks are very red.

"Like I said. Feral. And I'm from Florida."

Oscar rolls his eyes as they both go get ready. He has to suppress a grin as they brush their teeth side by side.

Later, he and Logan end up going to a nearby McDonalds. Logan ends up getting his shitty coffee. They order McMuffins and three hash browns to share, and Oscar spends a full minute lecturing Logan about the health benefits of Milo.

Logan doesn’t look like he believes a word of what Oscar's saying. Yet he listens the whole time, and laughs in all the right places anyway.

And tomorrow, Oscar has meetings with F1 teams. Proper ones, to talk about his future, where he might actually have a chance to race. Mark's the one arranging them, and Oscar's supposed to be the star player now.

It's your time, Mark had told him, eyes sharp but patient.

But today: Oscar still has a day left in F2. And he’s going to spend it, cosy in a booth at an unremarkable McDonalds, getting brain freeze from a milkshake, shooting the shit. Laughing until he snorts.

With one of the few people in his small circle who knows what it's like to be young, hungry, and maybe a little bit stupid.

#loscar #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #f1 rpf #op81 #ls2 #wisteriawritesstuff #ficlet #still taking open drabble prompts btw!#i will actually try to keep the next ones to <100 words but whatever if it ends up being 700 like this then thank u for the inspiration!

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i-am-church-the-cat · 5 months

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Bottle Blonde

“Who do you think is the most attractive teammate you’ve ever had?”

“What kind of question is that?” Logan laughs and grabs the card from Alex to make sure he’s not bullshitting him. He turns to the social media admins behind the camera, holding up the card as evidence for their crimes.

“It’s alright, Loges, we all know the answer is me,” Alex whips his hair like he’s a pubescent member of a boy band. Logan smacks his arm with another chuckle.

“Yeah, well, besides you it’s gotta be Liam.”

“Lawson?” Alex nods, considering the answer. “Yeah, we were teammates for a bit, too. He’s cute.”

“It’s the hair,” Logan argues, gesturing to his own head. “So silky, and he pulls off the bottle blonde look so well.”

“I pulled off the bleached look.”

Alex gasps at Logan’s so-so gesture and their interview quickly dissolves into Alex trying to mess up Logan’s own hair as an act of retribution.

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“Liam?!”

Oscar’s voice hits a register Logan hasn’t heard since middle school and he quickly tries to duck back into his hotel bathroom. He’s caught around the waist and wrestled down onto the bed.

“You think Liam is prettier than me, huh?” Oscar asks while Logan’s still slightly damp skin allows him to wiggle out of the younger boy’s hold. “Should I pop by the alchemist and get a bottle of bleach dye?”

“Oh shut up, mate.” Logan is grinning as he rolls on top of Oscar. He meets whatever snarky comment is about to come out of the Aussie’s mouth with an open-mouthed kiss. It only deters him for a minute.

“Do I at least beat Fred?” He mumbles from between their lips. “‘Cause it’s a little embarrassing for my boyfriend to like his teammates better than me, mate.”

“I don’t like anyone better than you,” Logan sighs, smiling as he twists Oscar’s soft brown hair - which he is more than happy with by the way. Oscar is obviously joking around but Logan doesn’t want there to be any doubt that he thinks he’s the handsomest man in the world. He leans down and presses a kiss to his hairline.

“Despite appearances, they did actually get our approval for that question before putting it in the video. I said Liam cause I knew he’d be the most cool with it and nothing will happen from a spotlight being put on my relationship with him.” Logan tugs on Oscar’s hair again and meets his eyes. “Unlike my relationship with another past teammate.”

“I should still be your favorite, though.”

“The handsomest, the smartest, the most talented,” Logan lists. “My favorite teammate I’ve ever had.”

Oscar grins up at him and Logan takes that as permission to continue re-exploring Oscar’s mouth. When Oscar turns them both over, Logan assumes they’re going in a much messier direction. Instead, he finds himself meeting empty air as Oscar moves off the bed.

“Alright, that’s all I wanted,” he says, making his way back towards the door. Logan stars dumbly after him before propping himself back up on his hand.

“Wait what?”

“I have my own media stuff to do, unfortunately,” Oscar explains, opening the hotel door. He peeks out to make sure no one’s coming before turning back to Logan with a smirk.

“I’m letting Lando bleach my hair.”

#loscar #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #alex albon #liam lawson #drabble #my writing #f1 rpf #this popped into my head

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teneleven12xiii · 7 days

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Loscar drabble

Philtatos - Most Beloved

Logan was there when Oscar wins his first championship, he wasn’t racing then, he was there as a fan. He watches Oscar get lift up by his team— there was champagne flying all over, and Oscar spots him in the stands and he smiles at Logan, bright and beautiful. Oscar, his world champion.

Logan stood there by himself at the entrance to the paddock, Oscar’s form slowly coming to view, his race suite replaced by his team kit. His hair matted to his forehead from the champagne earlier, he looks georgus. Maybe it’s because he was too busy staring at his boyfriend, maybe that’s why he didn’t see or hear the journalists approaching him from behind.

“Hi Logan,” her voice nearly startle him half to death,

“Hi?”

“Good to see that you and Oscar are still friends after all these years” he cocks his head, looking at her questioningly,

“Um, yeah. Friends” he stutter out, not sure of what to say to the strange woman, his eyes darting from the camera pointing at him to the woman and her microphone to Oscar who was nearing him now.

“Oh, are you guys not friends anymore, i’m sorry I assumed-“ she looks bashful, he can see her eyes moved from Oscar who slides up behind him back to Logan. “Wait so is he your friend?” Oscar made a noise from next to him, a half chuckle half scoff that pulls a smile from Logan.

“Philtatos,” he tells her, slipping his hand into Oscar before tuging him along, leaving her there to exchange confusing looks with her camera person.

“Philtatos?” Oscar asked when they make it back to the car, “what’s that?”

“You, my most beloved, my champion”

#logan sargeant #oscar piastri #loscar au #loscar #f1 drabble #incorrect use of greek words

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sargebutton · 2 months

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lesbian sargebonhe drabble for me and my three fans

girls under the cut (it’s about 900 words)

i wrote this just about all day after seeing a tt at about 3 am also thank you to my bestie kay for being an enabler(/j)

including: drunk logan, phone sex, sex toys

Logan drops her purse on the ground after getting home from the club. She’ll pick it up tomorrow. She turns quickly to lock the deadbolt, head still a little dizzy. Her tall boots fall into the shoe rack easily, along with her keys on accident.

“Oof,” Logan whispers to herself. Usually, she loves drinking with Jack, Oscar and Liam but… They were all super horny for their partners tonight and alcohol only made their tongues that much looser. Logan shimmies her miniskirt down her legs and throws her mesh shirt over her head and jumps into bed.

Sadly, both of her girlfriends are out of town. Dalton had to have his wedding the same time as Alex’s grandmother’s birthday meaning she had to pick. And she would have loved to have Alex and Lily on her arms but a grandmother only turns 100 once.

Not wanting to upstage Dalton by having two hot girlfriends is also there.

Speaking of… Logan is feeling that usual heat in her stomach. Alcohol does make her horny, it’s one of Lily’s favorite things to tease her for.

Laying on their bed in a bralette and panties and waiting to be fucked is usually one of her favorite hobbies.

Usually…but she’s all alone now.

Logan sighs and throws herself out of bed to grab another beer from the fridge. She absentmindedly rubs her stomach with the door open, eyes flicking through their selection.

A can of margarita ends up in her hand, along with a bottle of water. Alex would be proud of her for being responsible. She cracks open the can, taking a big swig of lime and tequila. Laying back in bed she opens up instagram and nearly instantly regrets it.

So much tan skin on display. Alex, wearing the swim shorts and matching sports bra Logan got her for her birthday. Her long willowy limbs are somehow even more bronzed. Lily is also wearing something Logan bought her which warms her heart.

And between her legs again.

Fuck it.

Logan leans over the side of the bed dizzily. Her nails hook into the box of toys under the bed and she pries the lid open with her last long fingernail. She grabs the first thing she can wrap her hand around and pulls up a small light blue vibe.

Logan gets even hotter thinking about the time Lily held it down on her clit until she squirted everywhere and Alex licked both of them clean.

Fuck it. She slides the vibe into her panties and swipes open the group chat she has with her girlfriends.

***

Lily and Alex are out at the street vendors when the voice memos start coming through.

Usually Logan will send little voice messages during the day but it’s 2 am in London now.

They’re splitting a mango sticky rice when Alex finally looks down at her phone.

“You wanna listen?” Alex asks, pulling her airpods out of the pocket of her shorts. She looks great, totally in her element. Lily can’t wait to pounce on her when they get back to the hotel. She nods.

“I miss y’all.”

Logan’s voice always takes on this syrupy Southern drawl when she’s drunk. Lily thinks it’s adorable.

“Went out with everybody tonight and of course the conversation in the Uber was about sex. I was squeezin’ my thighs together listenin’ to Liam talk about Yuki eatin’ her ass. God I want that to be me. Eat me when you get home, yeah?”

Lily’s breath hitches. Holy shit.

“I got home, so drunk ‘n so horny. And there was no strap at home. Wish y’all were here so bad. I need Alex to brush away my tears while Lily rails me. And I want y’all to switch. I wanna be so ruined just sink down into the mattress all wet and used.”

Alex gasps a little and Lily squeezes her hand.

“I want you so bad. Please come home soon.” Lily can hear her kicking her legs against the bed. She’s clearly a bit distraught. She’s whining like she usually does when she’s close. “Fuck me. We aren’t getting out of bed for at least six hours when you get back.”

“I really wanna tell her she’s being bossy but it’s really hot hearing her be needy like this,” Alex whispers.

“Don’t tease Lex.” Lily slaps her on the arm.

“She would want me to,” Alex says cheekily. “I’m sure she wants a lot of things right now.”

“Someone needs to sit on my face real soon. I’ll be so good I need it so bad darlin’. Fuck I miss your hands. Fuck.”

“You hear that?” Alex smiles, she always knows something Lily doesn’t. Lily shakes her head. “The faint hum of a vibrator.” Alex whispers in her ear and Lily feels it in her clit. She can hear it; slightly buzzing.

“We need to go back to the hotel now,” Lily says, fisting a hand into Alex’s linen shirt.

By the time they stumble into bed, sweaty and naked, Logan is long asleep. It’s okay, they can still do something for her while they wait for her to wake up.

***

Logan wakes with a throbbing in her head and cum dried on her inner thighs.

She also wakes up to two videos and a text reminding her to take some painkillers.

Logan takes the pills with some water, grabs the vibe again, rolls over and presses play on the first video.

#logan sargeant #alex albon #lily muni he #fem!logan #fem!alex #drabble #f1 drabble #valpal writes

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thatsdemko · 11 months

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MASTERLIST(pt.2)

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I reached link limit on the mobile app and I don’t use my MacBook often enough with this app to keep adding links so this is part 2!

here is part one!

HOCKEY

jack hughes

fuck valentine part two

with feeling

auston matthews

four more years

Matthew knies

the other Matthews

NFL/NBA

more to come! check the first masterlist for more!

SOCCER/FOOTBALL

joão felix

in the sand

Christian pulisic

a blue London

Mason mount

a blue london

they want us to be

pablo gavi

fuck it, it’s fine

fake it — mini series

half past twelve

ruben dias

cookies

Jude Bellingham

the culer

FORMULA 1

pierre gasly

untitled drabble

the art of attraction (it’s always been you)

tale as old as time

charles leclerc

pains

the ways in which Charles shows you he loves you

drought

he’s just ken

feeling better

don’t go

flights to Tokyo

Lewis Hamilton

you belong with me

Carlos sainz

smooth operator

the devils on my shoulders

max verstappen

just an incident

the story of us good riddance

maybe I’m crazy

unknown

Lance stroll

like he would

room 305

the lakes

the archer

something blue

birthday bae

something new

Daniel ricciardo

Monaco lover

the ways in which Daniel shows you he loves you

to live, to learn, and to love

distraction

more of you

Oscar piastri

summer love in flicks

Silverstone

a shoey

wag

under the mistletoe

nyck de vries

Japan is calling

lando norris

ruin that friendship

chef y/n

without you there’s nothing to live for

the devils on my shoulders

making the bed

orange theory

the eras

without me?

yuki tsunoda

all mine… and his too

toto wolff

love thy neighbor

Liam Lawson

you’re on your own, kid

George Russell

junipers dad

Fernando Alonso

it is a glorious sunrise

jack doohan

so what did I miss?

Logan sargeant

he’s so American

INDY CAR

pato o’ward

woodward avenue

the ways in which pato shows you he loves you

payback

#thatsdemko masterlist #thatsdemkoupdates #masterlist #f1 imagines #football imagines #hockey imagines

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lovings4turn · 3 months

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୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 rum and revelations . . . (l.s.)

— after one too many drinks at a party, logan forgets how to keep his own secrets. but drunk words are sober thoughts, right? (1k words)

+ inspired by this ask from my lovely dolly — i know this was a sugar n spice saturday ask but it just made my mind go BRRR so i had to write a full fic!

+ contains fluff, drinking and drunk behaviour, mentions of vomiting but no one is actually sick. divider from cafekitsune

“woah, sorry!”

before you can react, logan is slumped against your side, essentially placing his full body weight onto you. high-pitched laughter escapes his lips as he attempts to steady himself, placing a hand onto the wall you’re both leaning against as he regains his balance.

there’s no mistaking it. he’s drunk. absolutely shit-faced, to be more precise.

but you can’t really blame him. all of his hard work and determination had finally paid off, and just a few hours earlier he’d earned his first points of the formula one season. what kind of friend would you be to deny him the chance to celebrate? especially when such a large party had been thrown, a friend of one of logan’s friends offering up their house to host.

“feeling okay?” you ask, an amused smile tugging at your lips as he lifts his head.

“never better,” he responds.

even his voice suggests he’s a little worse for wear. his accent has somehow grown thicker, and his words are a little sluggish, slurred together in a blur of vowels and consonants with a meaning wrapped up somewhere in the middle. a couple of glasses of champagne paired with tequila shots and rum and cokes will do that to a person, you suppose.

any conversation dies on your tongue as logan slumps forward once more, warm forehead resting against your shoulder as he emits a low groan. if it weren’t for his shoulders shaking with laughter, you would have been concerned.

“this is what you call ‘never better’?” you tease.

without thinking, you lift your hand to his hair, carding your fingers through the blonde strands in a motion that you hope is soothing. logan’s response comes in the form of an incomprehensible groan, and you can’t help but laugh yourself.

“i think it’s starting to hit me,” he admits, removing his head from your shoulder.

his eyes are a little glazed over, and though he’s smiling, there’s a far away look on his face that indicates the copious amounts of alcohol is starting to catch up with him.

“alright, let’s get you some water,” you say, the smile audible in your voice.

you and logan are no strangers to taking care of one another. you had been best friends for the past five years or so, so you’d had your fair share of looking after the other when they got a little too carried away at a party. still, you don’t think you’ve ever seen logan this bad.

you take his hand in yours, lifting his arm until it’s draped around your shoulder in an effort to support his weight. he stumbles alongside you, mumbling inaudible comments to himself and bursting into gratuitous laughter as he trips over his own feet.

some divine force must be on your side, as you’re able to find an empty room without trouble. god knows how you would have reacted if you’d… interrupted something between two other partygoers.

you lead logan over to the queen sized bed, sitting him down despite his protests that he’s perfectly capable of doing it on his own. luck was certainly with you, as the room you’d selected bore an ensuite bathroom.

“wait here,” you instruct, striding over to the bathroom and filling a glass with cold water.

as the crisp water fills the glass, you check yourself over in the mirror. when you think about it, you’re not sure why. sure, you don’t want to be walking around with smudged makeup, or your hair a mess, but it’s also just logan. he’s seen you at your very worst sober, so why should it matter how he sees you now, when his vision is likely double?

you thrust the glass into his hand, cupped palm coming to sit under his chin as he greedily downs the liquid. a few droplets hit your hand, and you hold back a shiver at the cold temperature.

“y’okay?”

“i’m not gonna vomit, if that’s what you mean.” he jokes, and you smile back.

it’s quiet for a moment, until logan speaks again.

“thanks, y/n. i’m sorry, you should be enjoying yourself. yet you’re here taking care of me.”

logan exhales, throwing himself backwards until his back hits the mattress.

“don’t apologise, logan. if there’s any night for you to get shitfaced, it’s tonight,” you reason, giving him a smile. “anyways, ‘m happy to do it. long as i know you’re okay.”

“you’re too nice,” logan mumbles, his tone once again far away, as though his mind is somewhere else entirely. “y’know, this is why i like you so much. you’re always so nice to me.”

suddenly, your heart is in your throat.

“what?” you ask, forcing out a laugh.

he’s drunk. you reason. he has no clue what he’s saying.

“i mean, y’always there for me. at every grand prix, even when i’ve fucked a race, you’re in the garage for me. you always answer my calls, and you’re just really nice. and really pretty. my god, you’re so pretty,” logan mumbles.

his eyes are closed, and it’s apparent to you that he has no idea what he’s saying.

“oscar’s tired of me talking about you, actually. though he promises it’s not your fault. it’s mine, for talking about you so much. oscar thinks you’re great.”

you’re glad he’s out of it, because it would be impossible to hide your flushed cheeks and dropped jaw.

“of course,” you respond, begging your tone to stay even. “we’re best friends. and i’m fucking amazing.”

logan scoffs a laugh.

“yeah, ‘best friends’. not like i’ve been in love with you since we met or anything.”

it’s clear his tone is begging to be joking, but the alcohol prohibits him from being convincing. your heart is in your throat, and you swallow it down, praying it doesn’t try to crawl back out. instinctively, your hand finds itself in logan’s hair once more and you sigh, biting back a smile.

“we’ll talk when you’re sober, yeah? i think you’ll be quite pleased with how the conversation turns out.”

logan nods at this, leaning further into your touch. when he finally responds, his voice is thick with sleep.

"mm, sounds good. love you."

your heart skips a beat as you smile.

"yeah. love you too."

🏷️ tags : @faerieroyal @starriesworlds @itscrzy

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant fluff #logan sargeant x you #logan sargeant blurb #logan sargeant drabble #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fluff

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pucksandpower · 30 days

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Boop!

Charles Leclerc x Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: boop! boop! boop!

Max Verstappen strolls through the paddock, his mind preoccupied with race strategy, when suddenly a finger boops his nose.

“Boop!”

He blinks in surprise to find you grinning at him mischievously. “Y/N? What are you doing?“

“Booping!” You giggle, already breezing past him.

Max just shakes his head bemused as you make your way over to Lando Norris, who is chatting animatedly with his trainer. Without pause, you reach out and boop Lando’s nose.

“Boop!”

Lando’s eyes widen comically. “Wha … Y/N!”

You merely flash him a cheeky smile before skipping off, leaving a confused Lando behind.

Lewis Hamilton raises an eyebrow as you approach, but you disarm him with a brilliant smile before booping his nose lightly.

“Boop, Lew!”

The veteran driver blinks slowly. “Well, someone’s in a playful mood today.”

“Just bringing some fun to the paddock!” You trill, already bouncing towards the next target — a very confused Oscar Piastri.

As you boop Oscar’s nose with a cheerful “Boop!” that has him staring cross-eyed, Daniel Ricciardo happens to wander over, watching the scene with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“What’s all this then?“ Daniel chuckles as Oscar shoots him a pleading look.

You spin towards Daniel with a grin. “Boop!”

The Australian laughs as you tap his nose, not even trying to dodge. “You’re proper zippy today, aren’t ya?“

With a parting wink, you flit off to find your next victim. Logan Sargeant jumps when you appear beside him and boop his nose without warning.

“Gah! Oh, it’s just you, Y/N.” Logan exhales in relief as you chirp, “Boop!”

Pierre Gasly watches you dubiously as you skip up to him. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I don’t think I want any part of-”

“Boop!”

You cut him off cheerfully by booping his nose, leaving Pierre blinking owlishly as you dance off to accost Alex Albon.

“Hey, hey, watch out!” Alex yelps as your finger lands on the tip of his nose with a decisive “Boop!”

You simply beam at him before bouncing towards Yuki Tsunoda. The young Japanese driver eyes you warily.

“What do you want?“

“Boop!” You poke his nose lightly.

“What does that even mean?“ Yuki mutters in bafflement as you skip away, already focusing on your next target.

Fernando Alonso regards you with an arched eyebrow as you approach. You don’t even break stride, swiftly booping his nose with a cheeky “Boop!” before carrying on, leaving the eldest rookie of F1 faintly bemused.

Spotting George Russell chatting with Lance Stroll, you make a beeline for the duo. As you reach them, you boop first George’s nose with a bright “Boop!” earning a surprised blink, then turn and boop Lance, calling out a cheery “Boop!”

Lance gapes at you. “Did you just … boop me?“

“Yep!” You shoot him a sunny smile before whirling off in search of new targets.

As you roam the paddock, your gaze lands on your boyfriend laughing with his mechanics. Shooting him a mischievous look, you zip over and stand on your tiptoes to plant a loud “Boop!” on his nose.

Charles jerks back, eyes widening comically before focusing on you. “Mon amour? What are you doing?“

You bite your lip coquettishly, eyes sparkling as you watch him process what just happened.

Slowly, a grin tugs at the corners of Charles’ mouth. “Oh, I see how it is.”

Quick as a flash, he reaches out to boop your nose lightly. “Boop!”

You let out a delighted laugh as he pulls you into his arms, cradling your face in his hands as he gazes at you adoringly. Your smiles mingle barely a breath apart before Charles leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that sends butterflies fluttering in your belly.

As he draws back, eyes twinkling, Charles murmurs, “Not that I’m complaining, but why did you suddenly decide to go around booping everyone’s noses today?“

You grin up at him impishly. “Well, there’s this thing called tumbl-”

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changetyre · 1 year

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🛞 TYRES (Masterlist) 🛞

Ⓢoft ≈ Fluffy content

Ⓗard ≈ suggestive content

Ⓦet ≈ Smut

Daniel Ricciardo

Not the last time II Maxiel Ⓦ

Teammate favor II LN4 & DR3 Ⓦ

He made me feel dirty II Daniel Ricciardo Ⓢ Ⓦ

What he doesn't know won't hurt him II Carlos x Reader x Daniel ⒽⓌ

Your Man II Daniel Ricciardo x Reader ⓈⒽ

Carlos Sainz

Teasing II Carlos Sainz Ⓦ

Fuming II Carlos Sainz (Drabble) Ⓢ Ⓦ

No more II Carlos Sainz ⒽⓌ

Face your demons || Max x Reader x Carlos ⒽⓌ

Wild Dreams II Lando Norris x Reader x Carlos Sainz ⒽⓌ

What he doesn't know won't hurt him II Carlos x Reader x Daniel ⒽⓌ

Lando Norris

Teammate Favor II LN4 & DR3 Ⓦ

THIS IS YOUR FAULT! || LN4 Ⓢ Ⓦ *Drabble*

Our Special Number II LN4 ⓈⓌ

Wild Dreams II Lando Norris x Reader x Carlos Sainz ⒽⓌ

L.L.N II Lando Norris ⒽⓌ Part 2

One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ Part 2

You're mine and it's time to let them know II Lando Norris x Reader ⓈⒽⓌ

Max Verstappen

Not the last time II Maxiel Ⓦ

Experimenting II Lestappen x reader Ⓦ

Face your demons || Max x Reader x Carlos ⒽⓌ

More? II Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen ⓈⓌ

Charles Leclerc

Experimenting II Lestappen Ⓦ

Squeaky Clean II Charles Leclerc Ⓢ Ⓦ

More? II Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen ⓈⓌ

Series:

Not like this II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU) Part 2 Part 3

Oscar Piastri

It's so wrong but it feels so right II Oscar Piastri ⒽⓌ

Please II Oscar Piastri ⓈⒽⓌ

One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ Part 2

Ily II Oscar Piastri x Reader ⓈⒽⓌ

Shh sweetheart it's okay II Loscar x reader ⒽⓌ

Pierre Gasly

Dirty Little Secret II Pierre Gasly x ReaderⒽⓌ

Logan Sargeant

Need a hand? || Logan Sargeant x Reader ⒽⓌ Shh sweetheart it's okay II Loscar x reader ⒽⓌ

George Russell

We'll take care of you II Alex Albon x Reader x George RussellⓈⒽⓌ

Alex Albon

We'll take care of you II Alex Albon x Reader x George RussellⓈⒽⓌ

#changetyre #masterlist #f1masterlist #f1smut #f1fics #f1 drivers #f1 x reader

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wintfleur · 2 months

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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sunshine state - Logan Sargeant

this one is for @gracefuljeno :)

When you requested, I started writing a fic that was significantly longer than this drabble, but I started struggling with it so I thought I'd give you this as a small compensation bc I'm gonna have to take longer to write the other one. Hope you still like this short one <3

Thank you sm for 200 followers, i appreciate every single one of you!

warnings: none, some spice in the end

Logan Sargeant x reader; You try fishing for the first time on his boat in Florida, but some things go wrong

“Logan! Logan! Help me!”, you cried out, frantically pulling on the fishing rod he’d given you earlier.

Something big had taken your bait and now you didn’t know what to do since this was your first ever time going fishing.

You didn’t even know why you had agreed to try it out, but Logan wouldn’t stop bothering you until you’d said yes.

So now you found yourself in your bikini on his speedboat off the coast of Florida, spending the summer break with his family.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down baby!”, he laughed as he quickly made his way over to where you were standing at the edge of the boat.

“This isn’t funny!”, you whined, struggling to hold on to the rod. He kept laughing when he stepped behind you. Suddenly you felt his body pressed up against you and a second later his strong arms came around you to hold onto the fishing rod.

You felt yourself relax instantly feeling the warmth of his bare chest against your back.

Logan pulled on the rod, still with a smile on his face.

However, it disappeared abruptly when even he himself couldn’t pull the fish out of the water.

His head turned to look at you. “Are you even pulling?”, he asked with a strained voice, gathering an offended look from you.

“Excuse me? I’ve been holding this stupid fish this whole time!”, you replied, losing focus on the fish but rather focussing on Logan’s accusatory tone.

“Alright, alright. It’s just….so heavy..”, he answered defenselessly, shifting his weight in the opposite direction, grounding his feet to get some grip on the slippery boat.

Then he got an idea: He let go of the rod, his arms leaving you.

“Logan!”, you complained immediately, already sliding forward towards the edge of the boat.

However, his hands found your hips, giving him a better grip and more space for movement than when his arms had been around you.

He pulled you back a little bit, and you thought you’d almost had it, but then suddenly you got catapulted forward again.

Logan had slipped on the boat’s surface and lost his grip on your waist, leaving you exposed to the strength of the fish still pulling on the rod.

“Y/n!”, he shouted when you lost your balance and slid towards the ocean unstoppable.

You yelped, not able to react quick enough.

Logan leaped after you and got his hands on your waist just in time to prevent you from falling into the water.

Before you could let out a relieved sigh though, there was a sudden jerk on the fishing rod, finally pulling you into the water.

Since Logan wasn’t prepared for it either, he tried saving you again, which ended up in him losing his balance, too.

And shortly after you’d landed in the water, he crashed into it, too.

Against your sun-warmed skin the water felt like a bucket of ice cold water being dropped on you.

When you came up to the surface, you gasped for air, coughing out the salt water that had got into your lungs.

Paddling to stay afloat, you couldn’t help but laugh: Logan’s expression when he resurfaced was just too priceless.

“Great fishing skills, Mr. Sargeant!”, you giggled, watching him contort his face because salt water had gotten into his eyes.

“That was an exception! Normally it’s easier than that!”, he defended himself, pouting when you still couldn’t stop laughing.

“Yeah, sure. If your fishing trips always end like this I wouldn’t mind coming along just to watch you fall in the water!”

That had done it for Logan. With a wicked grin on his face he swam over to you, making you shriek hysterically as you tried to swim away from him.

But you couldn’t reach the boat’s ladder fast enough before his arms were around you, turning you around in his arms.

Immediately your legs wrapped around his torso.

“Have mercy, have mercy! Please!”, you giggle-shouted, hoping Logan wouldn’t dunk you.

“And why would I do that?”, he asked, enjoying torturing you way too much.

“I’ll make you smoothie bowls for the rest of our trip!”, you squealed when he pushed you back and held your head closer to the water.

He contemplated for a second, then shook his head. “Not good enough.”

“I’ll make your favorite dinner?”

“Maybe…”

He pushed your head even closer towards the water so that you yelped again.

“No, please, baby! I’ll be so good for you tonight!”, you shouted out when you could already feel the back of your head touching the water, closing your eyes in anticipation.

He stopped his movements, pulling your head back out of the water.

“That sounds tempting.”, he smirked, his hands wandering to your ass underwater, giving it a squeeze. You writhed, pushing your clothed core against the building bulge in his swimming trunks.

“But I like seeing you get dunked more!”, he grinned, quickly pushing your head back and underwater. You gasped before you hit the water, then you were encased by the cold wet again.

When you came back up you coughed, and your boyfriend laughed loudly.

“Asshole.”, you muttered, opening your eyes slowly again.

He still held you against his chest, but you were quick to wriggle out of his grip, swimming back to the boat.

“I’m sorry, baby!”, he called out with a half-smile still on his lips as he swam after you.

You climbed up the ladder without another word, trying to see how long he’d last under your faked annoyance.

You knew he’d fold soon without your touch, since you were both riled up from the physical contact underwater.

So you didn’t dare turn around to face him, or else you couldn’t keep up your facade and would crack a smile.

You heard splashing sounds behind you when Logan climbed onto the boat, then you felt a dry towel around your shoulders and a tight embrace from behind. You watched the water drops run down his toned arms, then his lips attacked the crook of your neck.

You stretched your neck and tilted your head to give him more access, feeling him smirk against your skin.

He spun you around in his arms, smiling at you with mischief in his eyes.

“We both know you’d be a good girl for me anyways.”, he whispered, a hand coming to your chin to tilt it upwards.

“Who knows? Maybe I won’t suck your dick tonight.”, you responded, feeling cocky.

He laughed, licking over the inside of his cheek when he looked away.

“Maybe you’ll have to beg for my fingers then.”, he retorted, an equally smug expression on his face when his hand left your chin to squeeze your ass, pressing your core against his dick again.

Both of you groaned at the feeling, the urge to fuck right here in the middle of the ocean almost too big to resist.

“Or I can just get myself off with my own fingers.”, you stood on your tiptoes to suck on his neck and add another purple bruise next to the one from last night.

He let his head fall back with a sigh, enjoying your touch.

“You’ll be the death of me.”, he groaned, holding on to your waist tightly.

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i am so full of emotions about that soulmate piece. it is just so perfect. the idea of oscar and logan being platnoic soulmates but oscar *chooses* lily. and the implications. poor sweet lily sad and alone because she has no letters over her heart. only to have oscar choose her, fall in love with her, want to be with her, even though the letters over his heart say LS and not LZ. in a way, truer soulmates. i am all weepy sobby about this. i love it so so much. i love your brain. pls share more

this interpretation got me clutching my fucking chest, so in honor of that, a drabble for your perusal

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25% of the world's population was born without a soulmark. A kid with non-soulmate parents was likely to be part of that 25%. Lily Zneimer is part of that 25%.

It never bothered her until secondary school, when everyone started talking about marrying their soulmates and finding their "true love". No one knew that Lily didn't have a soulmark but she knows what they'd say if they did. That she wasn't meant to be loved like that. That there was no one else on the entire planet that would fit just right with her.

That's not what she believed. Her friends who had already had soulmates said it felt like they had been incomplete, but Lily was already complete. She didn't need another half to a whole because she was already whole.

When Oscar asked her out for the first time, she assumed he either hadn't met his soulmate yet or was soulmark-less, like her. She agreed because he was cute and funny and sincere. She got tired of trying to figure out what people were thinking but Oscar always told her.

She didn't feel completed by Oscar because she was already complete by herself. But her day was always better when Oscar was in it.

They weren't soulmates. Their lives didn't automatically fit together. They made each other fit because it's what they wanted. Oscar fit himself to her and Lily fit herself to him.

When she first met Logan, she wouldn't have know they were soulmates if she didn't know Oscar so well already. Oscar talked about Logan like he was any other friend. But when they were together, they moved around each other in sync. Oscar was already passing the salt before Logan had even asked, Logan had known exactly what Oscar was planning to order. They didn't quite finish each other's sentences but they spoke in half-words and unfinished thoughts sometimes, not realizing Lily couldn't understand them.

They never excluded Lily or made her feel like the outside looking in. But if Lily and Oscar were the Earth and the Moon, a symbiotic relationship that happened to find each other, Oscar and Logan were twin stars, born of the same cosmic dust.

When Oscar had walked her home, she asked about it.

"I had just assumed that you didn't have a soulmate," she said, not meeting his eye. She knew he'd be able to see all the fear and uncertainty on her face if she did. "But it's Logan isn't it?"

She could feel when Oscar's gaze fell away from her face and she glanced over to see him nod.

"We met at a karting event in 2015," he said, which Lily had already known. "I thought it was weird that the initials on my chest matched his name but it had happened before. But then he told me straight away that my initials were on his chest. And that was that."

Lily was shocked. Most people met their soulmate as adults, some never met them, but Oscar and Logan had met at 14 after being born across the world from each other. Fate had clearly had plans for them.

"Then why aren't you two, you know, together?" She asked, sounding completely bewildered. Even though she didn't subscribe to the view that soulmates were the most important thing in the world, it was just common knowledge that 70% of marriages were between soulmate pairs, either by choice or by force.

Oscar shrugged. "We never felt that way about each other. We met before everyone started talking about dating and soulmates so all we knew is that we were supposed to know each other. He's my best friend but I don't feel any desire to date him."

"And what about Logan?" She asks, still not believing they could just never give it a chance. "Does he feel the same way?"

Oscar does something then that truly surprises her. He laughs. Like full-bodied, caught-off-guard chuckles.

"Logan isn't- well, I'll let him tell you if he wants, but I can promise that Logan doesn't feel attracted to me either. To anyone, really."

That statement was confusing for a few different reasons but it sounded like if she wanted more information, she'd have to ask Logan. They continue to walk in silence for a while before she brings up what she actually wants to talk about.

"Why date me then?"

Oscar stopped and turned to her, forcing her to do the same. He's not smiling anymore but his expression isn't less kind or sincere.

"I asked you out because I like you, Lily. You're smart and beautiful and nice. I'll never date my soulmate which means I'm free to date whoever I want. And who I want is you."

Oscar barely finishes his last few words before Lily is reaching up to hug him. They stand there in the street for a while, just holding each other, Lily basking in the feeling of truly being chosen, maybe for the first time in her life.

"I want you, too, Oscar. Even if I don't have your initials on me."

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