#loscar

[hrhrg]

Im on break rn expect a bunch of these in the next 5 business days

[jaemongus]

girl!loscar tennis au does it get More niche than that

[vroombeams]

sweet talk

logan/oscar, logan/oscar/alex | e | ~4.7k words

"Right, sorry. Back to the silent prison of the cuck chair." "Well, it's not really cucking, is it. Since you're not in the relationship." "A cuck chair is a state of mind, Oscar." "Dude."

>read on ao3

[unformula1]

love of my life or loss of my life

day 32 of loscar posts until we get a LOSCAR PODIUM !!! (series masterlist) masterlist

[calebwidgast]

logan getting quizzed on aussie slang: immediately knows what 'put a sock in it' means because he's 'heard that one plenty of times before'.

me: so what you're saying is... oscar has said that to you plenty of times before, right?

[teneleven12xiii]

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”

[arrangedaccident]

absolutely wild that alex keeps making insinuations about loscar as if he isn’t the one who has allegations with george made on sky sports

[formulaaone]

ladies and gents…we got em

[rosezzt]

I’ve just realised…

Logan looks at Oscar that way…

…that Oscar looks at Lando that way…

…that Lando used to look at Carlos.

I will never recover from this.

[penaltyboxboxbox]

stars and stripes

[sargeantposting]

"Now, Logan's backing me up so--" "I know, I know. I've chosen the wrong, the wrong-- These two are a tag team. They've got themselves fully up each other's, um, whatever you want to call it."

[hrhrg]

F1 bullshit brought by yours truly

[raapija]

"I mean, we were okay for a lap. But in the race we're gonna die..."

"We saw your straight speed and were like 'holy fuck'"

"Sub 20."

[vivwritesfics]

Interviewers Are Assholes

The world didn't know about their relationship. But, once they find out, they refuse to leave her alone

(AKA I saw a martin brundle grid walk compilation and he asked someone 'who are you?' and i ran with it)

Loscar x reader

F1 Masterlist

"Are we doing Thanksgiving this year?"

This was not the conversation Logan and Oscar expected to hear from their girlfriend as the three of them stood on the grid. It was normally F1 staff, drivers, engineers, mechanics and such, along with celebrities on the grid before a race. But, dating two drivers on different teams meant not being about to sit in both of their garage at once (she was only human, after all).

So, they stood on the grid together before the race, chatting before the national anthem was played.

"It's kinda early to be talking about Thanksgiving, babe," Logan muttered, shaking his head.

She held her hands up, somewhat defensively. "Just trying to be prepared."

They'd been together for four years at this point. For the first two years of their relationship they hadn't had to worried about traditional celebrations from their countries of origin. But when they all moved in together, she insisted on it.

The first year they'd lived together, they'd gone to Florida for Christmas, spent it with Logan's family.

The next year they'd done Thanksgiving before heading to Australia for a traditional Australian Christmas, filled with seafood and everything.

This year, though, they had no idea what they were doing. Of course she was already stressing about it. It didn't surprise Logan and Oscar in the slightest.

Suddenly Logan and Oscar were looking past her. "What?" She asked, readying herself to turn around. But then Logan and Oscar were retreating. "Guys!" She called, readying to follow them.

There was a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, coming face to face with Martin Brundle on his grid walk. "Hello, who are you?" Martin Brundle asked.

It made sense. She clearly wasn't working for any F1 team, and she was surrounded by celebrities. The fact that she was talking to two of the drivers probably made him all the more curious.

"I am..." But she didn't have an answer for him. Who was she? It had been four years already, why were they hiding it. "I am a... wag," she answered, and immediately regretting it.

What she didn't know was that Logan and Oscar didn't get very far. They stood behind her, just out of view of Martin Brundle's camera, giggling as they listened to her struggle.

"Who's wag are you?" Martin Brundle asked, but he already knew. He'd seen them retreating as he walked over.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Good question, Martin," she said. "Who's wag am I?" Did she choose one of the boys? If so, which one? Or did she just come out to the world, tell everyone that she loved Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri?

She went with the latter, unaware of how much it would come to affect her. "Sargeant and Piastri," she said, scratching the back of her neck.

This might have been the strangest grid walk Martin Brundle had ever done. She didn't sound entirely happy to be dating the McLaren Driver and the Williams Driver. Don't get me wrong, she was happy to be dating them, but she was ready to kill them. Assholes.

"What kind of result are you expecting from them today?" She asked.

"Well, Martin, I'm always hoping they do well. Every Grand Prix they try their absolute hardest and every week I'm proud of them," she said, the perfect answer.

Lets just say, after the grid walk, the internet kind of blew up. Loscar was a somewhat forgotten ship, replaced by Landoscar. But it had returned and it was real. It was actually real!

As with everything in F1, some fans loved it, some fans didn't. But, most of all, everybody was so curious. Nobody knew this four year long relationship was a thing until a couple of weeks ago. Everybody, especially F1 reporters wanted to know everything.

Media days were completely filled with questions about their relationship. Logan and Oscar rarely got asked about anything else. They didn't mind. They were more than happy to talk about it.

But interviewers took it too far when they pulled her into things. She wasn't media trained in the way they were. She didn't have a PR team that prepared her with every answer for every question. That was how the grid walk had gone so wrong (or so right, if you asked the Loscar boys).

Oscar had gotten through to Q3, Logan hadn't. As always, she was there to comfort him, to hold him close after media duties. Media duties, which were taking ages.

But then the interviewer spotted her standing behind him. "It was recently reviewed to the world that you and Oscar share a girlfriend. How did that come about?"

The camera focused in on her behind him, as she furrowed her brow. It picked up no sound, but watched as her lips moved, forming 'what the fuck?' It was lost on her, and everyone, what this had to do with racing.

"Uhm, well, we've all known each other for our entire lives, it just made sense that we all dated," he said, clearly uncomfortable.

As soon as the interview was over, Logan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked her away. "Sorry baby," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Why is it such a big deal to everyone?" She mumbled, shaking her head.

Most Wags weren't pulled in for interviews. The invasive questions had been a step to far already to the Loscar throuple.

This time, after checking on Oscar in the McLaren garage, kissing him before he went off to to his drivers room. She headed out, meeting the both of them at the car. She never expected to be accosted by an interviewer.

She didn't know his name, she didn't care. He grabbed her arm, pulled her on camera, and shoved a microphone in her face. "So, Y/N, what is it like to be dating to F1 drivers?"

There was a moment before she answered. Her brows were furrowed as she looked between the interviewer and the camera. "Why... why are you interviewing me?"

"The three of you have stunned the world with the announcement of your relationship. When did the three of you meet?"

"Uhm, I-Well... uhm... We've known each other for... sorry, why the hell am I being interviewed? This isn't... I don't want to be interviewed. Please leave me alone."

The interviewer bashfully turned to the camera, trying to recover. As soon as he looked away, she retreated, heading back towards one of her boys drivers room.

Oscar wasn't in his drivers room. He walked towards her, grabbing a hold of her before she had a chance to notice him. "Hey, baby," he said, pulling her close. "Is Logan not ready yet?"

Before answering, she turned back towards the exit, where the interviewer was still waiting. "Let's go get him," she said, pulling Oscar towards the Williams garage.

But Logan, too, was walking towards them. "Logan!" She called, throwing her arms around him. Oscar hung back. When she let go of him, they headed to the exit together. "There's a fucking annoying interviewer up there, and I want to kick his ass," she said, linking her arms through theirs.

"Kick his ass, baby."

They walked to the exit together. Once again, as they walked past the interviewer, he tried to grab their attention. Logan and Oscar were prepared to pull her past, to ignore him, but she stopped. She turned to the interviewer and grabbed his microphone.

"Just a PSA literally everybody," she began. The interviewer and the boys watched on with curiosity. "Our relationship is none of our business. Fuck off."

[ablogtocheck]

Alex asking Logan and Oscar if they 'slept together' reminded me once more of him asking Max if he wanted George's shirtless photo. He is a shipper at heart, just waiting for his opportunity, haha.

Oh and I forgot about his comment about Benny and Logan as well and that famous photo.

[deruimy]

come to meet F1 family tree

my inspired from twitter hahahaha