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hi guys :(

I just wanted to say I’ll be taking a good break from this blog, I’ve just lost some motivation and life is being a bit rough right now for me.

I hope to be back at a point with writing- but we’ll see :))

good-bye for now 🫶🫶

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the “brits”

teaser

╭──╯ . . . .

next part tbd

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teaser: the “brits”

You couldn’t exactly recall when it first happened, or why it happened.

You just remembered his boyish charm, something about his grin and the twinkle in his eyes. But there was something more to him- you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Was it bad? Yes, yes it was.

You already had someone, someone who also had a boyish grin and charm, but it couldn’t be forever, now could it?

One minute you had his arms wrapped around your waist- then the other somehow managed to get you alone, his lips on yours.

It burned for some reason- you didn’t know why, probably because you were cheating on your lover.

It was weird, they were so similar yet so different. One was extroverted, the other introverted.

But they had the same passion- the same drive.

“This- this is a really bad idea isn’t it?” You gasp out, clawing at his back as he rushes kisses from your lips to your neck.

You two were hidden, it didn’t really matter where or how- just that no one saw you.

"You bet it is." He chuckles, nipping at your neck and moving a bit lower. "But would I be so selfish as to care?"

He had such an addictive nature, such an alluring sense to him, he was an addiction and you could never get enough. He gave just as much as he received, and right now he was doing all he could to make you addicted to him.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, gently pulling at the strands. Your mind was racing- what would the consequences be?

Would he ever find out? Or would it somehow slip past him?

“Are you going to keep thinking about him or are you going to focus on me…?”

You silently cursed to yourself, were you really about to throw away a three year relationship?

You met his eyes, needing to be convinced- needing to know if this was somehow the right decision.

He smirked, leaning into you, his green eyes gazing into your own. There was something about his expression…almost as if he was silently taunting you. But in a good way, of course.

His lips barely missed yours, as he kissed the corner of your lips. That sent shivers down your spine.

“You ready for this, sweetheart?”

“Yes Logan..” You breathe out.

After all, he did need someone by his side, and Lando had plenty of people.

summary: it was unexpected love- or lust

pairing: ls2 x fem!reader | ln4 x fem!reader

warnings: cheating | two lovers | sexual implications

genre: two lovers | fluff

notes: hi :))) | just a small idea I had thought of, I won’t be fully back to posting- more so gradual 🫶

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so I thought it was time for me to say this, but I will be taking a good break from writing and posting.

I only decided to do it for my own mental health, and for current events in my life.

once I feel that I am in a good place I will come back and start posting again, in the mean time please understand my decision. 🤍

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Hi guys! I’m just taking a small break from writing right now. I should be back shortly 🤍

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enough

summary: you and logan talked

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! reader

warnings: mentions of self harm | depressive logan | angst

genre: angst

notes: I’m sorry 😔

words: 1.4k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Logan wasn’t doing good. Anyone who knew him or even really saw him could guess that.

He wasn’t having an easy time at Williams, crash after crash, no points after no points.

He had gotten more quiet, distant. He always looked tired, when you had tried to talk to him he would be quiet, barely adding into the conversation.

When you would ask if he’s okay he’d dismiss you with a soft smile and say he was just tired, that he just needed to rest.

But he didn’t like doing anything anymore. Cuddling and watching movies? No, he’d much rather curl up in bed and sleep. Go work out or go on a jog together? Nope, more sleep.

It got to the point he had to stay later at Grove for an urgent meeting with James and Alex.

Now of course you knew about that “urgent meeting”, you actually had James reach out to you.

He was worried Logan was depressed. So was Alex.

And you were worried too, but knowing Logan you knew he wouldn’t want you to say anything, so you just said he wasn’t feeling himself.

James knew you were keeping it to yourself, after all he was married and in love too, but he didn’t press it.

You were waiting for Logan to come home that night, not patiently. You had paced around the entire time.

He got back late, maybe 1am. You were almost asleep on the couch. “Oh..hey baby, how did it go?” You ask tiredly, getting up and giving him a small smile.

“It went fine, love. Just a routine meeting…” He tried to reassure you, but you could tell something was off. His smile was more of a frown, and he didn’t want you near him.

“I’m really tired…” He said with a small yawn, walking off towards your bedroom.

“Right, of course..” You mumble out, following him to your bedroom.

“Did James uhm, did he say anything about how you’ve been recently? Mentally?” You add on softly, not knowing how Logan would react, since you guys haven’t really addressed it.

“Not…really…” He tried to shrug it off, but there was no convincing you. You could tell by his body language, the way he looked at the floor when he was talking, that he was struggling with something.

“But I’m fine, don’t worry about it… I just need to sleep…” He said, with a small smile. You could see something in his eyes, he wanted help but he didn’t know how to ask.

“Logan..” You say softly, moving over to him and reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“I need you to be honest with me, I know you don’t want to but you need to talk about it..” You add on softly. “You’ve been wearing hoodies and sweaters, I’m not stupid. I’ve seen the bloody tissues…I’ve noticed how you sneak out of bed at night and spend your time crying in the bathroom…”

“I wanted to wait for you to be ready to open up and tell me yourself, but I can’t anymore..” You say, your own voice starting to waver. You knew James had noticed, you knew Alex had seen the scars. You had barely caught notice of them one day, but when you did, your heart broke.

“There’s nothing to worry about… I just…” He paused, looking away from you and avoiding you, not able to meet your eyes as his hand tensed up in yours.

“It’s nothing, I swear…” He said, trying to convince you he was fine.

“I can deal with it, don’t worry about me…” He said, trying his best to reassure you. But he had broken his mask, he was struggling to keep everything bottled up.

“Logan..” You whisper, voice breaking as tears start to form in your eyes. “Please baby..”

Logan’s own eyes began to water, he looked away as his hand tightened around yours.

“I’m sorry, there’s just so much pressure..” His voice started to break as he looked back up at you.

“I have to perform, I can’t let anyone down, and I feel like I’m not good enough…” He tried to stay composed, but he wasn’t able to stop his eyes from watering now.

“You are good enough Lo..” You whisper out, pulling him into a hug. “You’ll prove yourself in time, it won’t happen overnight”

“But I’m not showing results…” He whispered, burying his head into your chest and letting out a small sob.

“I just want to do well, I don’t want to disappoint you or Williams..or my family” He said, his voice breaking between sniffles and sobs.

You hug him tighter, heart breaking at his words. “You won’t disappoint us, you’ve already done so much by getting into Formula One” You say softly.

“I just don’t want you to cut yourself..” You add on, pulling away just slightly to look into his eyes.

“I have…” His words were almost a whisper, but you still felt him tense up.

“I’m sorry… I just-“ He tried to think of a way to explain, of a way to make you understand why, but he just couldn’t.

“It was just a few times, I just…” He looked away in shame, unable to finish his sentence. He felt as though he had let himself down once again, as well as you, and everyone else he cared about.

“It’s okay..baby” You say softly, pulling him closer into you once more. “I’m so sorry”

Logan finally hugged back, his arms wrapped tight around you, his head buried in your neck.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered, his whole body tensing in fear of you leaving or being angry at him.

“You’re not…mad at me?” He asked quietly, hoping that you didn’t think differently of him now.

“No..no, of course not. I couldn’t be mad at you for that..” You say, squeezing him tight. “I’m upset you didn’t talk to me, but I can’t force you to”

“I should have, you’re right, I should have talked to you sooner” He said, his tears finally slowing down a little.

“But I was just…afraid…” He admitted, holding you close.

“I didn’t want to be a burden, and I didn’t want you to think I was weak…” He whispered.

“Oh baby..you aren’t any of those things..” You say softly, “I would never think of you as a burden, you’re so much more than that”

“Just promise me you won’t cut yourself? Please Lo?” You add on, holding him tight.

“I promise…” He said quietly, leaning his head into your shoulder.

“I swear…” He said, starting to calm down and stop sobbing as you held him close.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore…” He mumbled.

“The pressure I have put on me...” He started to break down again, unable to fully calm down again.

“Hey..hey, it’s okay. Take some breaths, just breathe baby..” You say softly, pulling away from him to look in his eyes.

Logan nods, trying to take deep breaths, but he was still shaking.

It took a good few minutes before he was even somewhat calm again, still a bit shaky but not crying anymore.

“I’m sorry Y/n…” He said quietly, still avoiding your eyes.

“Don’t apologize baby, you haven’t done anything..” You say with a small smile, caressing the side of his face so he’d look at you.

“How about you talk to James tomorrow, ask him what you need to do to improve moving forward?” You ask softly, “Maybe ask Alex for advice too”

Logan hesitantly nods, unsure if it would help. But if it would ease the pressure, he had to do it.

“I’ll talk to him…” He says quietly, trying to put on a brave face for you now.

“Thank you baby…” He whispers, still looking away as if he was still ashamed of his breakdown.

“Of course Log” You say with a smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

Logan gently kissed back, wrapping his arms around you now.

“I love you…” He whispered, leaning into you.

His body had stopped shaking, he stopped crying but his mind kept spiraling.

You didn’t know that. He still was too scared to tell you, to speak up.

Before you knew it you were up waiting for him again, this time you felt more nervous.

James and Alex hadn’t sent any messages to you, or even Benny. You were scared.

What if something happened? What if he gave up?

Your phone ringing snapped you out of your mind. With a shaky hand you quickly snatch it, noticing that it was an unknown contact.

James or Alex

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I need to write a logan fic, and I’m so tempted to make it an angst one, buttt I’ll like the people decide!!

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american day

summary: you surprise logan with a day for him

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! not american!reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff | rom-com | cheesy

notes: I’m so sorry if this is too cheesy or stupid, but I loved the idea 🫶

words: 1.1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You knew Logan had been feeling down, not himself and certainly not in a good mental place.

Spending thanksgiving and the Fourth of July racing.

You weren’t from America, but you certainly knew those were staples for him.

So of course being the amazing girlfriend you are, decided to throw him an “American Day” when there was a break in between race weekends.

You picked a day when Logan was busy with training, so you could prepare all of the food you wanted and decorate your apartment with the most American things you could find..

Sure, maybe it was a bit cheesy! But you loved him and he deserved it.

“Babe..what is this?” Logan asks, walking into the kitchen and spotting pumpkin pie, hamburgers and hotdogs. Honestly it was just all of the most American food you could find and make.

“It’s your American Day!” You say with a smile, turning to face him. “I thought I would surprise you with it!”

“You did all of this for me Y/n?” Logan’s eyes widen with surprise as he sees all the American themed food on the table.

“You really did all of this?”

Logan begins to walk around the food, taking it all in as the smell of various grilled and toasted food fills the air.

“You didn’t have to do this sweetie…” He says, his voice laced with both gratitude and slight guilt.

“Of course I did Log..” You say with a warm smile, “You’ve been stressed, and I know you haven’t been yourself lately, don’t lie..”

“I wanted to do something special for you” You add on.

“Thank you…” Logan says, giving you a sincere smile as his guilt starts to dissipate.

“You really did all of this for me,” he says again, this time in more disbelief than before.

“You’re the best…” Logan says, giving you a hug as his body calms down.

It hasn’t been the best for him in regards to F1, and being away from home definitely didn’t help things either.

So the fact that you did all of this to help him out definitely means the world to him.

“Okay, okay. How about we eat?” You say with a grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

So that’s what you two did, you questioned some of the odd choices, but let Logan enjoy it nonetheless.

“Okay no- that’s not good! How- how do you even enjoy that?” You ask, giving Logan a weird look as he sprays cheese whiz onto some crackers.

“That’s the beauty of it!” Logan responds with a smile, chewing on the crackers and cheese whiz combo.

“You haven’t really tried American food unless you’ve had cheese whiz on crackers.” He chuckles a little as he continues to eat his strange combination of a snack.

“From the few times I've been to America, that doesn’t seem like a common snack..” You say with a grin, taking a cracker and eating it.

“It’s not something that we eat every day, but it’s definitely something common that you can find at any gas station.” Logan chuckles as he continues to eat the cheese whiz crackers, his expression seemingly one of nostalgia.

“We’re a simple country, so simple foods like this are pretty common.”

You let out a chuckle at that, “Yeah you guys are definitely simple..” You say with a small snicker, reaching for an Oreo cookie.

“Don’t act like American-style snacks aren’t the best, because they totally are.” Logan responds with a smirk as he grabs an Oreo as well, taking a bite out of it.

“Okay I will say they are better than Australian snacks..” You say with a giggle. Remembering the time Oscar forced you and Logan to try tim tams and fairy bread.

“Australians have nothing on our snacks.” Logan says with a smirk, taking another bite out of a cookie.

“I’m so glad you didn’t make me any of that stuff, I can’t believe Oscar made us try those weird foods…who the hell puts sprinkles on a slice of white bread?” Logan adds on with a grimace.

“And who the hell eats cheese whiz” You say with a grin, smiling at Logan as you take a moment to look at him.

He looked happy, less tired than how he usually looks. You were glad he was feeling better.

“Fine, you got me there…” Logan says with a smile, rolling his eyes a bit as he takes another bite out of a cookie.

“But you can’t deny that it tastes good!” He chuckles but still has a slight look of embarrassment on his face.

Despite how simple the snack is, there’s something about it that takes him back to his childhood and that feeling of nostalgia is something that’s both comforting and heartwarming.

“Wait okay- so what’s like the most American thing you can think of..” You say with a giggle, fiddling with Logan’s fingers as you two cuddle in bed.

Logan and you had made good work of the food you made, he had loved it.

“Hmm…” He considers your question for a few seconds before answering.

“The most American thing I can think of…” He thinks about the various options and thinks of the first thing that comes to mind.

“Definitely a Fourth of July block party or something like that,” He says, his answer seeming pretty reasonable.

“You know, the ones where you get together with all your friends and have a bbq, play games, and just have a good time…”

“Yeah, kinda like that now that you mention it…” He says, thinking of the similarities between the two.

You nod your head at his words, getting a visual, “That sounds like fun..it’s kind of like a street party, then?” You ask, trying to make a connection.

Logan seems to be remembering a time in his youth, when he was at one of these parties and just having a good time.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” You ask softly with a smile, cuddling closer into him, resting your head on his chest.

“Well, I was about eight or nine…”

Logan starts to tell you the story as he holds you close and rubs your back.

“It was a pretty traditional party where one of my dad’s friends was grilling burgers and hotdogs.”

“We had some games set up in the backyard, and there was music playing off of someone’s phone.”

“It was just a very nice day with a bunch of my childhood friends, just enjoying the time together…”

He lets out a chuckle before continuing, “And of course we had massive fireworks”

You let out a giggle at that, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Very American Log..” You say with a smile.

“Maybe we can go visit your family in time for a block party?” You suggest.

“Sure baby, that would be lovely.”

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logansargeant hi baby

logansargeant I love you 🫶

youruser I love you too 🤍

user027 why is there cheese whiz

user2483 what’s up with the cheese whiz??😭

williamsracing Why is there cheese whiz? 🤔

youruser american day!

logansargeant 🦅🦅

user8462 this is suspiciously american

alex_albon did you show him that tiktok sound

youruser oh I already made a tiktok of him 🤭

logansargeant I hate you both

oscarpiastri What is that abomination??

logansargeant Osc you can’t talk

youruser he’s right, fairy bread is atrocious

lilymhe I love this and I love you

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Hi Can I request Lance Stroll x Reader where people think she's with Lance for just his money and was very rude or bullying her until they found out she's from one of the very rich families like that Rothschild family. That's all thank you.

money money money

summary: above^^

pairing: lance stroll x fem! reader

warnings: haters | suggestive tones |

genre: fluff | smau

notes: fyi I don’t follow rich famous families or anything so this might be a bit off 😭

words: 1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

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user8382 UHMM A GF???

user018 she’s prob just a gold digger

user632 or she’s just a private person and they wanted to keep their relationship private?

user018 no babe 🫶😘

“So Lance..we saw that you got up to some fun during the summer break, more importantly you launched your relationship!” An interviewer says, like many wanting to pry into the private lives of drivers.

Lance lets out a chuckle, “Yeah, she wanted to keep it more private for reasons so I didn’t argue..” He replies with a smile.

“And do you think she has ulterior motives?”

“Uhm no, that’s a stupid question..” Lance says, giving the interviewer a weird look.

The interviewer lets out an awkward chuckle, “It’s just some people can’t help but assume that she’s using you for your money, hence why she would want to keep it private.”

Lance gives the interviewer another weird look, then laughs. “Oh yeah! She’s definitely using me for my money!” 

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lance_stroll where’s my wallet??

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user09811 Lance Stroll

used8392 who??

user09811 he’s a formula one driver for Aston Martin

user2991 she’s so real for that 💀

your-bestie actually obsessed with you wtf

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user0361 omfg they are so hot together 🤭

s/n.l/n when’s the wedding???

youruser stfu s/n

user6841 say it with me! GOLD DIGGER

user7421 k you’re funny

user7421 she literally has like double the money lance does 😭

user3548 someone at Aston Martin is getting fired 😭😭

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youruser 😘🤍

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“I can’t believe people actually think I’m a gold digger..” You say with a laugh, setting your phone down as you glance at Lance.

"Oh, you mean you're not?" He asks, his voice teasing, eyes glancing up from his phone to look at you.

You let out an offended gasp, “I can’t believe you would say that!” You say with a grin.

"Oh, but I would, and I did sweetie." He says teasingly, eyes not breaking contact with yours.

“You’re a dick Lance..” You say with a chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully as you get up from your seat.

It was a nice day out, you and Lance were at your house, sitting by your pool.

“Hey maybe you’re the gold digger, I do have more money than you..” You add on with a smirk.

"Yeah, right, because I totally need your money." He answers, voice a playful tone, he stands up and walks up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I have a feeling that if I gave you money you wouldn’t be against taking it..” You reply, leaning back into him.

"Maybe I'd take it to shut you up Y/n." Lance says, leaning his face down to kiss the side of your neck.

“Wow, aren't you a charmer?” You say sarcastically with a giggle, pulling away from his grasp.

"You know I am. And you know you love it when I'm like this." Lance responds, grabbing your hips and pulling back against him as he continues to kiss your neck.

“No comment..” You say with a smile, turning in his arms so you’re facing him.

More comments regarding yours and Lances relationship had flooded in.

Your comment sections were filled with them, his too. At first obviously when you guys went public they were easy to ignore, you guys had mostly made jokes about all of it.

But now they started to get at you. Now you weren’t a gold digger, and you knew you should ignore them, but you are human.

“Lance..?” You ask out quietly, shifting in bed to face him. It was late at night, and you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts overwhelming you.

Lance noticed the way you shifted in bed, a small movement you made, but a noticeable one. He was still wide awake, his mind not shutting up either, as he had been laying awake for hours already.

"Yeah, sweetie?" He asks softly, rolling on his side to face you, draping his one arm across you as he looks at you.

“It’s kind of embarrassing..” You say with a small chuckle, “But you don’t think I’m a gold digger, right?”

Lance's eyes widen a bit, taken aback by the directness of the question.

"Babe.." He pauses, gathering his thoughts, "Why are you worried about what people say?" He asks softly, giving you a light squeeze and a light kiss on your cheek, "It's bullshit. You're not a gold digger."

“I know, but sometimes I can’t help but let those comments in..” You say softly, moving closer into him. “I mean it’s difficult to constantly be judged and looked at..” You add on. You and Lance both knew what that was like.

Lance sighs, he knew exactly what you were going through right now, he had been through the same thing before, he was being criticized by so many people in F1.

"I know, but you really shouldn't care what they think." Lance says, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you in against him, "You know? If we know it's not true, who cares what they say?"

You smile softly at his words, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Yeah you’re right..” You say with a smile.

With time the comments had stopped, you weren’t called a gold digger any more, and on the contrary, Lance was starting to be called the gold digger.

You constantly made fun of him for that.

You let out a gasp, looking at the beautiful pasta dinner Lance made, with candles and soft romantic music playing in the background.

“Lance..” You whisper out with a smile, spotting him sitting in one of the chairs at your dining table. “This is beautiful baby..”

Lance raises a single eyebrow with a smirk at your words, "I’m glad you think so..” He says with a chuckle, moving towards you.

He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you in close, "Now I better not hear any talk about me being the gold digger tonight, understand me?" He asks with a teasing tone, voice laced with affection.

You let out a giggle at his words, “Right of course..” You say with a smile, wrapping your own arms around the back of his neck. You lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips.

Lance smiles against your lips, pulling you closer into his chest. “Want to dance?” He asks with a smile.

“Of course”

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Imagination

summary: he wasn’t as good as you thought

pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

warnings: cheating | shitty boyfriend | guilt tripping

genre: angst angst angst

notes: I love angst 🙃 also I’m sorry 😭

words: 2.1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Everyone assumed Lando would be a good boyfriend, teasing yet kind, silly but romantic.

To be fair he was like that, emphasis on the was.

He was so incredibly good to you, looking at you as if you hung the stars and moon.

He’d always talk about your future together, that he would buy you all these things so you guys would live happily together.

You ate it up, you really did.

And you loved him just as much, you guys were honestly perfect together.

It was maybe the two year mark, actually no- it was the day of your two year anniversary when it had started.

Now of course you had some doubts and worries, he was constantly traveling, and he obviously had a lot of women after him.

But he made you feel secure, you knew he wouldn’t do anything, you didn’t know if any women would do anything.

“Lando? Baby? Where are you?” You ask out, entering your guys' shared apartment.

You could hear shouting come from his streaming room.

It hit you, he really forgot about your anniversary and decided to stream instead.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath and setting down your purse on the kitchen counter.

You walk into his streaming room, a smile on your face as the chat floods in with messages about you.

“Hey baby! You look stunning..” Lando says, a smile on his face as he spins around to face you in his chair. But he realized that something was off. “Hold on chat..” He says, muting his mic.

"Really? Really Lando? You forgot our anniversary?" You ask with clear frustration in your voice.

You watch him look away with a sheepish look on his face, it honestly pissed you off way more than it normally would have.

At the two year mark you expect him to know better, you expected him to know what you expected.

He was clearly embarrassed, or at least trying to avoid making eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry Y/n..I’ll make it up to you later..” He says, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze before he turns away from you and goes back to his game.

Least to say you weren’t happy with him after that. He did make it up afterwards- it still didn’t feel sincere or that he cared.

But you did end up brushing it aside, you imagined it would be a one time thing in the moment.

You were wrong.

This time it was during summer break, you guys had spent some time with friends, relaxing and enjoying the break.

You were at some random club you two had been dragged to, you really didn’t care that much.

You mostly stuck by your friends, and when you did go to the bar to get a club soda, a guy approached you.

“Hey! I know this is random- but I really like your outfit!” This guy says with a smile, you picked up on some clues- he definitely wasn’t straight.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you!” You say with a smile, “I love yours too! It’s super cute!”

So you guys got caught up in a conversation, honestly you enjoyed it- you liked making friends and talking to people! Truly no harm done.

But Lando didn’t know that.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you away from the guy, dragging you through the crowd of people.

“Hey! What the fuck Lando!” You say, swatting his hand away as he yanks you into a booth with him.

“What? He was being too friendly..” Lando grumbles out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Get over yourself Lando, he wasn’t straight and we were talking about clothes!” You say, frustrated with how Lando was acting.

“Yeah sure..” He mumbles out, rolling his eyes.

Some time had passed, you forgot about that little situation and you were now squeezed into a booth with your girl friends, chatting and giggling about something random when Lando had slid in next to you.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead.

“What are you ladies talking about?” Lando asks with a grin, glancing around at the group of girls.

“Just how hot you F1 drivers are..” Some girl named Jill says she had openly thristed over Lando before. You hated her.

Lando's ears pricked up at the idea that someone else was interested in him, he was used to these things by now but he enjoyed the attention.

"We are quite a good-looking bunch I guess," He replies with a sly smirk, hoping you'd react to that, wanting to get back at you.

You roll your eyes, letting out a huff. “I’m going to the restroom..”

Lando moved to let you out, lightly tapping your ass as you walk away. “Make it quick baby..”

Now that pissed you off.

A few minutes had passed and you made your way back to the booth, but you had stopped in your steps. You were witnessing something you’d never imagine you would.

Landos hand on Jill’s thigh as he leans into her with a grin, whatever they were “talking” about was clearly interesting.

“What the fuck Lando?! Are you mental?!” You shout out as soon as he shuts the door to your apartment.

"Jeez, why are you freaking out? We weren't even doing anything!" Lando replies as he shuts the door behind him and heads to the living room.

"We were just flirting, it was nothing serious."

He doesn't even have an appropriate tone of voice, he sounds unbothered and like everything is fine and he didn't just have his hands all over another woman.

"We weren't even kissing or anything!" He adds, as if that was meant to alleviate your anger.

“So?? That doesn’t make it acceptable to hit on another girl in front of me! Who also, may I add, has shown interest in you!” You say, following him into the living room.

“God! What is wrong with you Lando? You’ve completely fucking changed! You forget shit, you apologize and- and love me up, then pull shit like that?” You add on, voice breaking as you try and rack your brain to figure out just why he would be doing this.

"Look, just don't make such a big deal out of this, I said it wasn't serious." Lando responds rather coldly, as if he was annoyed by the fact that you were upset.

"You're acting hysterical really. And I didn't even forget our anniversary, I just didn't know it was that day, so don't make a fuss. It's not like we were even going to do something special."

You give him a look, one that was asking him are you serious. “Stop trying to fucking play mind games Lando..” You say, your gaze cold as you look at him.

“You’re sleeping on the fucking couch tonight..” You add on, opting to turn around and walk off towards your bedroom, not wanting to deal with whatever Lando was doing now.

Lando is stunned by your sudden reaction, he knew he had annoyed you but had assumed you'd just get over it like normal.

"Woah, hold your horses baby, I'm not sleeping on the couch tonight." He responds angrily, following you into the bedroom.

"You're blowing this way out of proportion, what is even your problem? It’s not even that big of a deal, it barely counts as flirting."

You scoff at his words, “You’re actually mental Norris..” You reply, walking into your bedroom and changing into your sleepwear.

"Come on, you're being silly, don't act like that." Lando replies, stepping into the room uninvited after you. He wants your attention and to talk.

"We're just having a disagreement, we can work through it baby please come on." Lando pleads, clearly desperate for you to give in at this point.

You couldn’t imagine why he was doing this right now, one moment he was unphased and pissed- and now he’s begging for your attention and for all of it to be okay.

“Okay! Fine! Whatever, just fucking change and go to sleep, I don’t care!” You say frustrated, too tired and fed up to deal with his mood swings, so you just let him win.

Lando smiles, clearly pleased with this result.

"Thank you baby, at least you understand." He replies as he heads towards the other side of the room and starts changing.

You're still fed up, but you're exhausted and don't want to do this anymore.

Things didn’t really change after that. Obviously this isn’t how you imagined things going with you and Lando.

In his imagination everything was fine, he was a perfect darling angel. While in your imagination, it was all bad.

Now the third and final time was on your birthday, because everything bad has to happen on a birthday.

You had dressed up all nice again, going to a restaurant that Lando made the reservations for.

You waited for him for about an hour before you gave up.

Walking back into your apartment you feel your heart drop, eyes widening and tears forming.

Lando was making out with some random girl.

Never have you imagined that happening. In your imagination he was a perfect boyfriend, clearly that was all wrong.

“I’m sorry Y/n! She came onto me!” Lando says after you had calmly asked the girl to leave.

“Really? So she just walked into our fucking apartment and kissed you?” You shout, pushing your finger into his chest.

"Okay you're being so overdramatic right now, I didn't even want to kiss her Y/n, it just happened." Lando replies in a frustrated and annoyed tone.

He knows he's in the wrong, but he's annoyed at you for getting this irritated over "nothing".

"Like really?" Lando replies with an eye roll.

"Can't even have friends anymore I guess." Lando adds sarcastically, making it a point that he's angry too.

“Oh yeah, she seemed like a lovely friend, Lando!” You say, sarcasm lacing your words. “I’m assuming you two are close since she had her lips and hands all over you?”

That sets Lando off, you can tell by the tense look in his eyes that you were about to be shouted at.

"You know what Y/n? I've had it. You're such an insecure little girl. You get angry at the slightest thing, don't know how I put up with it." Lando says rather coldly, turning away from you as not to have to look at you.

"So many other girls wouldn't care, why don't you just appreciate the fact I'm still even with you." He adds after a second.

“Oh really? I’m sure not any of those girls would want to put up with you!” You say, shoving him, but he didn’t budge.

“I’ve been nothing but fucking amazing to you Lando! If anything, you’re lucky to have me!”

"Oh yeah baby, I'm real lucky to have such a crazy woman like you." Lando snarls, he's had enough.

"So many girls out there, pretty, sweet, nice, and they'd give anything to be with me, and they wouldn't get mad at every little thing."

He looks at you, glaring for a moment before walking towards you.

"But no, you're my girlfriend, lucky me. Can't wait to break up with you and upgrade."

There was a tense pause in the atmosphere as you both stare at each other.

“Why the hell are you with me?” You say, voice breaking. He finally pushed you over the edge. It all hit you.

Two years together, two actual happy years together, pushed to the side for what? Where did it all go wrong?

Lando stops dead in his tracks the moment he hears your voice break, he stops in place as all the anger and tension leaves him.

He didn't even realize he was so angry anymore, now a wave of sadness hits him as he sees the woman he loved crying heartbroken, he knew he had pushed too far.

He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.

"Oh..god Y/n I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." The only thing he could say as he walked towards you and pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly.

“No..! No, let go of me..” You sob out, tears falling down your face as you try to fight him, pushing him away. It didn’t work.

“I can’t- I can’t do this..” You mumble out, giving up and resting your head against his chest, sobbing.

"Come on baby, please I'm sorry.." Lando says softly, running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

" I just...I was mad...I just...I didn't mean those things, I'm not even sure why I said all of that-"

Lando doesn't know what to say, he regrets this so much, the fight and everything that he said.

In his imagination he never hurt you- and he never lost the girl he loves.

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I went into the rabbit hole of logan sargeant edits again, I need him. that’s all ☺️

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always with you

summary: they kept their promise.

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! reader | oscar piastri x fem! reader

warnings: death mention

genre: angst | bittersweet

notes: guys I’m not that mean I made a second part!!

words: 644

previously

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

It had been two years.

Oscar stayed with McLaren, Logan had managed to stay with Williams.

Oscar had continued to impress everyone, he told himself and others that he was doing it for you, in your name.

Logan had improved, frequently making it into Q3 and scoring points. Everyone knew he was doing it for you.

“Do you think we can get on the podium?” Logan asks Oscar, looking up from his phone, scrolling through countless tweets about you and the two year mark of your death.

“We will, for her” Oscar replies, not looking up from his own phone.

Oscar had gotten more quiet, more reserved, rarely saying more than a few sentences in some cases.

Logan didn’t say much to anyone. Not like he did before.

He was pushed aside now more than ever. He felt even lonelier. He only had Alex, and he barely had Oscar.

There was a moment of silence.

Logan looked up from his phone for a moment, looking at the ground. Finally, he asked

"Do you think...that she's looking down on us?"

That he would ask that in itself was an unusual gesture, Logan had never really been one for these kinds of sentimental moments, and Oscar definitely wasn’t one for them.

Oscar finally looks up for his phone, turning it off and setting it screen down on the table.

He takes a moment to respond, letting out a breath. “Yeah, she probably yells at us when we do something stupid on the track too..”

Oscar smiles a bit, it was a bittersweet one. “She’d say that she could lap us in a Haas..”

Logan smiled at that.

"Yeah, she probably can." He replied.

There was more silence.

Finally, Logan spoke up.

"Sometimes...I wonder what she'd think about me...if I had confessed."

Logan looked awkward after he had said that. He'd never been one to talk about emotions, and this was probably the first time he'd ever admitted to having them.

Oscar thinks for a moment, finding the right words. “I- I..she’d probably call you a dumbass for not confessing earlier..” He says with a chuckle.

Logan smiled at that.

"Yeah, I reckon she would." He said with a smile.

More silence.

"Do you...think she knew...how I felt?" Logan asks, awkwardly looking away from Oscar.

“No..” Oscar says, “You were both oblivious about liking each other”

Logan smiled again.

"Yeah, we really were."

There was more silence, but this time it wasn’t empty.

Logan couldn’t believe it. His hands were shaking, his heart racing as he pulls into the P3 spot.

He had done it. He managed to get P3. He didn’t know how but he did.

Not to mention Oscar had gotten P2. They did it.

He quickly gets out of his FW27, stepping onto the scale to check his weight before he’s tugged off by Oscar and pulled into a hug.

He had never felt more relieved than he did now.

They had done it, they had gotten on the podium.

He was so happy to see Oscar’s face.

They had done it. For you.

Logan tuned out the Dutch anthem as it played, only thinking about you, wondering what if it was you in P1 instead of Max.

What if you were there to celebrate with them?

Once it had died down Logan sat down on the podium, a bittersweet smile on his face.

He glances up towards Oscar who sits down next to him.

They didn’t need to say anything. Oscar knew they had made you proud.

Logan knew he had done it.

“I wish she was here with us..” Logan mutters out, tears sliding down his face as he takes everything in.

“I do too Logan, I do too” Oscar replies, wrapping his arm around Logan’s shoulder.

You were happy Qatar ended differently this time.

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always with you

summary: they promised to always visit you.

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! reader | oscar piastri x fem! reader

warnings: death

genre: angst | sad

notes: oops? I was feeling something sad 😋

words: 820

follow up

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

No one imagined that in 2023 something like this would have happened.

The driver's safety had evolved, thanks to Jules Bianchi, no one expected another fatal death after his. Sure injuries, but certainly not a death.

Logan and Oscar didn’t expect it. You had been one of, if not the most, determined person they have ever met.

It was only your rookie year. Just one year.

You three had known each other since karting, and through the ranks. Constantly battling each other and hanging out.

Then you guys made it to Formula One, everyone’s dream. It was unbelievable.

You had made history, well- and Logan.

Oscar to McLaren, Logan to Williams and you to Alpha Tauri.

It was finally coming together.

The season went well for the most part, you had scored some points, not many, but that was expected.

Although there was one race you were dreading, Qatar.

“Guys…it’s way too hot out for this..” You say with a groan, leaning into Logan.

“Yeah so don’t lean on me..” Logan mutters out, gently shoving you off him. In response you let out another groan, just leaning back into him.

“Shut up..” Oscar mumbles out, scrolling through his phone, looking at something.

“Hey Osc..we qualified well, right? Do you think we could get on the podium?” You ask, looking over at the Australian.

“Maybe”

That night you guys didn’t get on the podium.

“Y/n, do you need to retire?” Your engineer asks, concern evident in his tone. You didn’t sound good, you didn’t feel good and you weren’t driving well.

“No! No- I’m okay, I need to do this..” You respond, head already starting to spin as you grip at your steering wheel.

“It’s okay to retire, Sargeant did..”

You wish you had listened.

“No I’m okay”

You weren’t okay.

“Right, just let us know if anything is wrong”

Everything was wrong.

“I will don’t worry”

You didn’t.

The ringing in your ears got louder, you could feel the sweat start to drench your balaclava. It was disgusting.

You could hear the thump of your heartbeat, even your breathing as you gasped for air in the humid atmosphere.

Your hands started to shake, dark spots forming all around as you let yourself relax. You needed the rest, didn’t you?

Your foot stayed on the pedal, it didn’t matter, you were all the way down to P17 (last with the dnfs) with seconds, actually minutes, separating you from the pack.

In the moment you felt peaceful, well you had passed out, but it was peaceful.

You couldn’t hear the worried shouts from your engineer, or the questions from the commentators.

You couldn’t see the barrier you were about to crash into at full speed.

Numbness. That was the one word to describe it.

Every driver pitted. The race was off, really it should have been off in the beginning, it was too dangerous and it showed.

Logan freezes in his place, still in his FW45 in the garage, watching the TV show your AT04 in flames and in pieces.

The TV cut to black, it was too visual.

Oscar didn’t know what to do, actually no one did.

Maybe it would be another miracle? That’s what Haas hoped.

It wasn’t. It didn’t look like it.

It dawned on Oscar and Logan, they had lost you.

Logan didn’t get to confess his love.

Oscar didn’t get a chance to share a podium with you.

It didn’t feel real. Everyone was silent.

Logan unclenched and clenched his fists, tears forming in his eyes as his throat tightens up, he wanted to scream, he wanted to help you. He didn’t want to be useless anymore, he didn’t want to take up space.

They knew what happened. They knew the halo couldn’t have saved you this time. They knew.

“Hey Y/n…it’s been a year..we miss you, everyone does..” Logan says, voice cracking as he tries to contain his emotions.

“Osc and I are doing well…he’s doing much better than me but hey- you’d probably do way better than us..”

He lets out a sigh, “I miss you Y/n. Oscar does too, he didn’t want to come visit, didn’t want to bring down your spirit, whatever he means by that..”

“I had so many things I wanted to tell you..” He mumbles out, voice starting to break once more. Logan takes in a deep breath, blinking away his tears. “I wish- I wish I could have held you in my arms once more..”

“If only you knew..” He whispers out, finally setting the flowers down by the barrier.

“Osc and I will do better for you, we’ll always be with you Y/n, we’ll always visit you..” Logan says with a sad smile, looking longingly at the barrier before he walks away.

Everyone missed you. Even the guys on the grid you didn’t talk to.

They wanted to witness you make history.

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although not much happened for williams, overall it was a calm race

logan and alex did good, alex had some great overtakes! logan had managed to keep up with alexs pace, and they worked together well.

hoping at the australia gp there will be a better build up towards the race day!!

shame that logan didn’t get the p14 🙃

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silver or red

summary: it wasn’t just ferrari who had to pick one.

warnings: cheating | suggestive tones

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader | carlos sainz x fem! reader

genre: self sabotage | two lovers

notes: not too sure where I’m going with this but that’s okay!! sorry if there is a bit of repetition 🫶😭

words: 889

navigation

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Shit..shit..shit!” You mumble out as you stare at the race results. Lewis P7 and Carlos P3 at Bahrain.

You weren’t sure what to do, what could you do?

Go off behind Lewis’s back and celebrate with Carlos- or stay with Lewis.

“Hey Lew..I’ll be back soon, I want to go check out this store..” You say, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Alright baby, just be back soon. I’ll send you some money too..” Lewis says, giving you a small smile, watching as you leave the hotel room.

It felt wrong, of course it felt wrong. For some reason it hurt more than the first time, and you weren’t sure why.

“Whatever we’re doing, we have to make it quick..” You say, quickly shutting the door to Carlos’s hotel room as you enter.

As you walk into the room, with the door shutting behind you, Carlos is sitting on the bed. “You’re late amor” He says, his voice as smooth as velvet, a voice that just makes you weak at the knees.

“I know..” You say softly, walking over to him and standing between his legs, placing your hands on his shoulders.

A smile creeps across his lips as he glances up at you, “You didn’t come to see me just to talk now did you?” He asks, running his hand up your thigh, before squeezing it gently.

“What do you think, Carlos?” You ask with a chuckle and grin, moving onto his lap to straddle him.

He lets out a soft sigh and grabs your hips, and your attention as he pulls you tightly towards his body, your body pressed against his. He looks deep into your eyes as he asks.

“You promise me something Y/n?” He asks, squeezing your thigh gently.

“What Carlos?” You whisper out, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you move closer towards his lips, your intentions clear.

“Promise that you’ll keep this between the two of us..” He whispers into your ear, placing his hands on your thighs.

“I’ll have to tell him at some point..” You reply, starting to kiss at his neck.

“That can be later, for now, just tell me that this will be between the two of us..” He groans at the sensation of your kisses, your lips, the way your body presses against his. He grips your thighs firmly and his eyes close as he lets out a small moan.

“Of course Carlos”

Walking back to yours and Lewis’s room, guilt and shame filling you. But if you didn’t love Lewis anymore, why did it hurt?

It didn’t occur to you, but maybe you did still love him.

“Hey baby, find anything good?” Lewis asks, looking over at you as you walk over to the bed, the remote for the TV in his hand as he flicks through channels.

“Hm, no not really, nothing eye-catching..” You say with a soft smile, kicking off your shoes and crawling in next to him.

He smiles back as you get under the covers, he clicks the TV off and turns to face you, placing his arm around you, pulling you in close to his body, “Are you tired?” He asks softly, his voice laced with a slight hint of concern.

“Yeah..sorry Lew..” You mumble out, resting your head on his chest.

He lets you rest, placing his hand on top of your head, he strokes your hair softly, “No need to be sorry love.. we’ve had a long day” He says gently, leaning back a little to lay in the bed, his hand still resting upon your head.

“Yeah…” You say softly, the guilt and shame resurfacing. When would you tell him?

He sits up and pulls you slightly towards him, so your head is resting on his chest, “Love, there’s something I need to ask you..” He says, as he strokes your hair, caressing you softly.

“What’s up Lew?” You ask, looking up at him.

His heart beats faster and he clears his throat before saying the words. “Are we okay, are we good?” He asks, his tone serious and his gaze holding yours.

You could feel and hear your heartbeat, you take a moment to respond. “Of course we are, you have nothing to worry about baby..” You say with a soft smile, not ready to let go.

“I know, but I feel like something is off, I feel like something has changed..” His tone is soft and his grip on you remains tight, almost as if he is trying to cling on to you.

“No..no Lewis, nothings wrong, trust me..” You say, your own tone is soft. You lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

He kisses you back softly, he feels your body pressed against his as he does so, it calms him a little, but he still can’t shake the feeling of something being off.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed, Lewis no longer there to provide warmth and comfort to you. You have a moment of panic, slowly moving to sit up, glancing around the room.

After a moment you hear the shower running, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You lay back down and stretch, trying to give it more time.

You’d tell him eventually.

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