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penaltyboxboxbox · 4 months
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💙💙👬🧡🧡
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kirbydaily · 4 months
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gwagwa drawn by @vampire-cookie
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khnn19 · 1 year
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Inspired by the small loscar moment in f1 ins miami vlog
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dailylagomorphs · 7 months
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08/10/2023
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puffpiastri · 5 months
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something about oscar liking the logan contract renewal post 🥲🥲
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one-bunny-a-day · 7 months
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08/10/2023
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mallisia-ring · 5 months
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"Greetings Mal." says Arcanus. "How have you been?" He asks. "You look nice as ever.
The muscular elf smiled in response to the compliment, dressed in her usual workout clothes. "I'm doing great hon." She said, putting her hand on her hip, her midriff uncovered.
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hollywoodsargeant · 1 year
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0rdinaryth1ngs · 11 months
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no thoughts just logan (accidentally?) touching oscar for 36 seconds straight
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sunreisets · 5 months
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“The thread can be tightened or tangled, but never broken.”
But what if it tangles to the point it’s almost impossible to unknot anymore?
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yours-trudy · 5 months
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Someone didn't think this through...
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penaltyboxboxbox · 10 months
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gonna cry about it?
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khnn19 · 1 year
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loscar university version
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solarrhione · 9 months
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“Pre race kiss?”
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skyrandoms · 16 days
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benev0lence · 11 months
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but with you, I see hope again
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pairing: logan sargeant/oscar piastri
warnings: anxiety attacks
genre: angst/fluff
word count: 590
notes: hey, so this is my first official fic. I hope you enjoy it though! also on ao3
requested: no
“I’m sorry, guys.”
It was just a practice session, yet the remorse from it stung like salt to a wound for Logan.
No, the pain he felt couldn’t even be compared to salt on an open scar. It was like he had been thrown into a deep pool, and he couldn’t swim out.
P20. P20 for qualifying, and he couldn’t even improve his time with another fresh set of softs.
Logan exhaled shakily, letting the mask he put on in public drop as he slammed shut the door to his driver’s room. He wasn’t going to let the media, the fans, the haters know that he was not in his best shape at the moment.
P20. What a disgrace, only in Formula One because of backing money.
Why is he even in this sport? Latifi deserved the seat more than him.
Williams should have taken Nyck de Vries as soon as possible instead of this waste of grid space.
The echoes. Logan’s heart was racing. He inhaled deeply once more, exhaled, but as if he was drowning, the air got knocked out of his lungs immediately, but not like when he was in love.
Logan Sargeant shouldn’t deserve to race at all.
He raised his clammy fists, rubbed them on his face despite his muscles protesting, not even noticing that cold sweat was already beading at his eyebrows. He breathed loudly, fast-paced, savouring every bit of oxygen that was able to enter his lungs, which wasn’t much to him. Once again, he didn’t notice that this time, tears were already flowing down.
He let his brain then wonder to why he can’t be as good as Oscar. Oscar, who went into almost every stage of life with him. Oscar, who was always with him. Oscar, who did wonders this qualifying, being able to drive so fast he got p2 and p1 at points in time. Oscar, who he needed next to him right now, needed his embrace.
James isn’t defending you because he wants you to stay in the team, it’s because he wants to keep his reputation.
A sob tore through Logan. The echoes were getting more and more loud, more overwhelming, so loud he didn’t hear the sound of his driver’s room door clicking open, and when he did, he didn’t even bother looking up.
“Benny,” he muttered, grinning a bit, trying to find that lost mask that he had just dropped minutes ago, but not even bothering to look up.
It wasn’t Benny.
“Logan…” That voice.
A blur of orange emerged, kneeling in front of him. Logan’s cheeks were still wet with tears, tears that couldn’t seem to stop flowing.
“It’s okay, breathe, breathe” The calming voice muttered, a pair of warm yet strong arms enveloping Logan’s body. Another sob, and another, as Oscar ran his hands through Logan’s hair softly, in a way that did help Logan feel better, but he was still trembling.
“Logan, it’s okay. It’s okay. James isn’t going to get you replaced, it’s okay.” Oscar whispered into Logan’s ear, pressing a soft kiss to Logan’s temple, in hopes of calming him down. His slate nomex was being stained by Logan’s tears, but he didn’t seem too bothered by it.
Oscar’s warmth was comforting, comforting enough to slow down Logan’s hyperventilation. He held Oscar tighter, burying his face into the brunette’s neck. His tears lessened, as Oscar pressed his lips onto Logan’s messy blonde hair.
“It’s okay” Oscar whispered. Logan knew it would be, as long as the two of them were together.
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