Ā°Ė ā¹ ź° LS2 ź± FROM FRIENDS TO THIS ā LOGAN SARGEANT
LOGAN SARGEANT x gf!childhood bff!reader
āļøć» summary ā as best friends, you, logan, and oscar should know everything about each other. but you and logan are hiding a certain secret from oscar...
genre ā fluff, socmed au, faceless reader
notes ā in honour of logan earning his FIRST EVER POINTS in formula 1, here's a fluffy little socmed fic of childhood besties reader logan and oscar! i love logan and oscar's friendship, it's so so cute. hope u all enjoy xx
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yourusernameĀ Ā Ā fun in the sun
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logansargeantĀ Ā Ā Credits to the photographer?
yourusernameĀ Ā Ā thank you loganā¦.
oscarpiastriĀ Ā Ā āļø
logansargeantĀ Ā Ā Gramps finally figured out how to use emojis? Never thought the day would come
yourusernameĀ Ā Ā everyone say great job grandpa!
landonorrisĀ Ā Ā Great job Grandpa
logansargeantĀ Ā Ā Great job grandpa
user1Ā Ā Ā asdhsgadhgf not y/n fighting logan AND oscar in the comments šš best trio ever
user2Ā Ā Ā Sorry who is she? Does she work in F1? Why do so many drivers follow her
user3Ā Ā Ā sheās Y/N L/N, sheās childhood friends with oscar and logan
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š·Ā Ā Ā yourusername, oscarpiastri
logansargeantĀ Ā Ā Hell of a summer to remember
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alex_albonĀ Ā Ā where was my invite??? :(
logansargeantĀ Ā Ā Lmk when youāre next in Florida mate
yourusernameĀ Ā Ā my turn to say CREDITS TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER !!!
logansargeantĀ Ā Ā š A little āpleaseā would be nice
yourusernameĀ Ā Ā but u donāt deserve nice
logansargeantĀ Ā Ā Watch the attitude princess
oscarpiastriĀ Ā Ā Language.
yourusernameĀ Ā Ā donāt act like you havenāt said worse, piastri
logansargeantĀ Ā Ā Exactly, rich coming from someone who threw a temper tantrum when he lost monopoly
oscarpiastriĀ Ā Ā I did NOT throw a tantrumā¦
yourusernameĀ Ā Ā i have pics of u sulking btw
user1Ā Ā Ā MY COMFORT TRIO
user2Ā Ā Ā anyone ship y/n and oscar? no? just me? okay
user3Ā Ā Ā Nah bro Oscar has a gf. But Logan and Y/N >>>>
user4Ā Ā Ā theyāve known each other for forever i think if they had feelings for each other they wouldāve gotten together by now š
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f1driversnwaggossipĀ Ā Ā Oscar Piastri spotted arriving in the UK, fresh off of a fulfilling summer trip with childhood friends Logan Sargeant and Y/N L/N š
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user1Ā Ā Ā aww, does that mean no more oscar-logan-y/n content šš
user2Ā Ā Ā rip oscarās summer vacay era, it was great while it lasted
user3Ā Ā Ā ughhhh im going to miss seeing the three of them together sm
user4Ā Ā Ā Fr like we probably arenāt going to see Y/N with any of them for a long time again š Especially since sheās probably gonna be busy with school, she hardly ever attends GPs
user5Ā Ā Ā y/n and logan seem to be fine having fun on their own lol just saying
user4Ā Ā Ā Wdym?
user5Ā Ā Ā check loganās ig stories, i think heās still hanging out with y/n
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YOU HAVE ONE (1) NEW MESSAGE
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Yk, you guys are not very good at keeping secrets
the other one ššāāļø: ???
vroom vroom 1 š§”: I know you guys are together
my florida man <3: ā¦We donāt know what youre talking about
vroom vroom 1 š§”: ā¦
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Bro.
my florida man <3: Bro
the other one ļæ½ļ潚āāļø: broā¦?
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Look Iām not mad im just
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Sad you guys didnāt tell me soonerā¦
the other one ššāāļø: but theres nothing to tell you oscar š
vroom vroom 1 š§”:
my florida man <3: Mate you are so unserious
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Currently crying in the sim, Landoās looking at me weird
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Fess up or I tell him
the other one ššāāļø: OKAY OKAY OH MY GOD OSCAR
my florida man <3: Alright man no need to get violent
my florida man <3: Letās talk this out calmly
my florida man <3: Like adults
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Do adults go behind each otherās backs?
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Do adults start relationships and not tell their best friend?
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Do adults LIE and GASLIGHT their best friend?
my florida man <3: ā¦
my florida man <3: Is it bad if i say yes
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Youāre meant to say no š
my florida man <3: Right right, sorry
my florida man <3: No
the other one ššāāļø: okay oscar we get it š
the other one ššāāļø: weāre sorry we lied
the other one ššāāļø: and weāre sorry we didnāt tell you sooner
my florida man <3: And weāre sorry we said no when you kept asking
my florida man <3: And actively pretended like nothing was happening
my florida man <3: And went on numerous trips without you
vroom vroom 1 š§”: Alright I forgive you guys. Not that i was actually mad, i just wanted to see you guys say it
my florida man <3: And that we made out in your bed that one time during your Christmas party last year
vroom vroom 1 š§”: You guys can stop apologising now
vroom vroom 1 š§”: .
vroom vroom 1 š§”: WAIT WHAT
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saw your requests are open so iād like to request something! something angsty because this came to me after listening to ācherryā by harry styles :p reader is dannyās ex but they broke up, few months later heās dating someone else and reader is now in a (new/fresh) relationship with another driver, max/charles i couldnāt decide so iāll let you do that! ā” just something angsty like him realizing how much he misses her but sheās moved on and happy š«¶š¼ hope this makes sense? ah, love your stuff btw!!!
thank u anon you're so sweet! and ughhhh this request was IMMACULATE cherry is one of my favourite harry styles songs. wasn't sure if you wanted a socmed fic, if u did lmk and i'd be happy to adapt it into one! but i hope you enjoy nevertheless :)
I, I just miss
I just miss your accent and your friends
Daniel stares down at his phone.
What a cruel twist of fate it is that the moment he opened his Instagram, he sees you.
Youāre laughing in the picture, your hand looped around none other than Maxās neck. Youāre sprawled on the Red Bull driverās lap, and thereās a giddy grin on both of your faces, Maxās arm wrapped protectively around your waist. It feels bittersweet, seeing that familiar sweet smile of yours, only now itās pointed at another man.
Itās only one photo in a carousel of others posted by your best friend. Why Daniel still follows her, he has no idea. But he stares at the photograph of you for longer than heād like to admit.
Thereās a shuffling noise from the kitchen, and Danielās new girlfriend pokes her head into the room. āDanny, we still going out for dinner?ā
Daniel can only stare at her for a moment, too caught up in the memories of you and him to reply.
He knows what heās doing is wrong. He knows he shouldnāt be leading this poor girl along. He knows that all this relationship is to him is a way to distract himself from whatās really eating at him. He knows that sheās just a replacement for you.
But the quizzical smile his girlfriend sends has his heart aching in guilt, so he manages a feeble nod in response, quickly shutting his phone off and throwing it onto the bed, before making his way to her smiling face.
The guilt eats him alive as he makes small talk with her over dinner. He would never admit it, but sometimes he canāt stand to look at her; to roll over in bed and see someone other than you laying beside him.
Did you know I still talk to them?
Everything changed after Zandvoort.
Daniel was partially to blame, he knew that. The crash in free practice had taken a toll on him, not just physically but mentally. The season in AlphaTauri was his one shot at proving that he still had it in him to be a class Formula 1 driver - to the world, to Red Bull, and to himself.
You were supportive of him all the way. From the moment he entered talks with Red Bull and AlphaTauri to get back into F1, to when he first got in that white and blue car at Hungary, you were always there, by his side.
But Zandvoort changed things. Zandvoort changed him.
He started to push you away. The comments from the media, from fans, from people everywhere, all around him, were starting to get to him. Did nobody believe in him anymore? Was he really not cut out for Formula 1?
Was his time really up?
The weeks of recovery were dark for the both of you. For him, most of it was spent in bed, his mind fuzzy from the painkillers and medicine, too tired and too beaten to do anything. For you, it was utter torture. To see the man you loved, the man whose laughter and mere presence brought so many smiles to those in the paddock, the man who never knew when to give up, look so futile and disappointed? It hurt.
But he hurt you more.
Does he take you walking round his parents' gallery?
Itās funny. Fate, he means. How it has a way of testing him, how it has a way of bringing his mind and him back to you. Always you.
āHas anyone seen Max and Y/N? They were supposed to arrive a while ago, are they late? ā Ā
Instinctively, Daniel turns. Itās almost pathetic really. How just the sound of your name catches his attention and has him whipping around, his eyes searching for you. How you unwittingly made him into your own lapdog.
You arenāt there, though, so he keeps his head down and ignores the questioning look his girlfriend sends him.
In the final few weeks, and perhaps even months, of your relationship, Daniel hadnāt been kind on you. He became bitter, spiteful, even jealous. To him, you just didnāt understand the weight on his shoulder, the pressures he had to face. But how could you? Despite all your protests and pleading, he was shutting you out of his life, bit by bit.
Every time you came over, it ended with screaming matches and you leaving with tears in your eyes. Daily visits from you turned into weekly check-ins. He started to turn his head away from you when you tried to kiss his cheek. Those turned into brusque hand squeezes. His texts, too, became sparse and dry. He recoiled from you when you were around.
He could still remember the heartbreak on your face when he told you he wanted to break up. "It's for both of our own good," he mumbled. "I need to focus on racing. You should have a life outside of me."
It was a bitter end, and to this day, Daniel still regrets not putting up enough of a fight. How stupid he had been, to think that without you, he could give his 100% to racing. How stupid he had been, to think of you as a distraction.
He canāt imagine how stupid he must appear to you now, showing up on Sunday with a new girlfriend on his arm.
Don't you call him baby
āYou sure youāre okay?ā
You smooth down your dress for the umpteenth time, breathing out a nervous sigh as you smile back at Max, who glances at you in slight concern. His press officer is fussing over the both of you, the paddock entrance looming both terrifyingly and excitingly ahead.
Itās about to be your first public appearance with Max, and your first public appearance at a Formula 1 grand prix sinceā¦ Well, since your relationship with Daniel ended.
Itās been a rough few months. It took time, getting used to Danielās absence. You hadnāt realised just how much of your life had revolved around his being; it became painful to even step foot in the paddock, to even switch on the television to catch up on the latest grand prix.
Even worse was the public scrutiny. You and Daniel had always been open about your relationship, frequently sharing bits and pieces of your life together on each of your social medias. So it was no wonder than when you both stopped posting each other, and when you took down all your posts with him, that fans knew something was up.
Things hadnāt been easy. But Max had made it better. What started as a friendly reaching out turned into a heartachingly romantic and sweet courting, and now, he was your boyfriend.
You smile at Max, reaching up to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. You can hear a flurry of cameras snapping away, and you resist glancing at them, choosing instead to focus on your boyfriend. At your peck, Max ducks his head, as if suddenly shy despite the two of you having dated for going on 3 months now. Still, the small grin on his face tells you all you need to know.
āIāll be fine,ā you say as you slip your hand into his, and give a nod to his press officer. Maxās thumb smooths over your knuckles, and you finally feel yourself relax. You look into his eyes, and in this moment, you know: Youāre happy.
āDonāt worry ābout me, baby.ā
We're not talking lately
Everyone notices when you enter the paddock.
Not only because itās the first time in months that youāve appeared at a Grand Prix, but because you have Max Verstappen beside you. With his arm around your waist.
āWhatās happening?ā his girlfriend asks, craning her neck to peer at the paddock entrance. āDid someone just arrive?ā
āItās Max,ā a passing journalist calls, as he hastens towards the paddock entrance himself. āWith Y/N!ā
Daniel canāt help himself. Really, he canāt.
It happens before he can stop himself. Heās getting up and pulling his hand from his girlfriend and his feet are taking himself over to you as if they have a mind of their own. As if they still remember that it's where heās meant to be. By your side.
The crowd doesnāt part for him. Not anymore. He finds himself standing on the outskirts of the gathering group, watching from afar as you bashfully smile for the many snapping cameras, and cling onto Max a little tighter, as the Red Bull driver nods politely at the journalists swarming you.
āAlright, alright, let us through, please,ā he hears Max say, āLet my girl have some space, yeah?ā
Something akin to jealousy rears its ugly head.
Then the horde of people are moving, and some are finally beginning to notice Daniel.
āDanny!ā āDaniel, over here, please!ā āHowāre you feeling today, Daniel?ā āDaniel, how does it feel that Max is dating your ex-girlfriend?ā
The question has him reeling, and he can only stare at the waiting journalist incredulously. What a ridiculous fucking question. He has half a mind to charge at the dickhead and throw a punch that will send the cunt into a coma for weeks-
āLook, mate, leave us alone, yeah? Daniel, howāre you doinā?ā
Max claps a good-natured hand on Danielās back, steering him away from the throng of journalists and photographers, who groan before turning their attention to Fernando, whoās just gotten out of his car.
Maxās friendliness momentarily stuns him, and all he can manage out is a half-convincing āGood, goodā in return. This seems to satisfy Max enough, though, because then heās smiling and nodding and rubbing Danielās shoulders.
Itās at this moment Daniel realises youāre still here.
He glances back at you, trailing behind him and Max.
Youāre just as pretty as ever, he thinks to himself. Itās almost as if nothing had changed. Like youāre still the one he walked into the paddock with, like youāre waiting for him to finish a conversation with Max, not the other way around.
You donāt even look his way.
āā¦so then I told Charles, āNo way, thereās no way youāre convincing Carlos that!ā, and then, you know what he said? Really, itās hilarious, he-ā
Max stops his rambling midway, leaning down to listen to something you whisper in his ear.
āIām gonna head to the garage first, okay?ā Daniel hears you mumble, āIāll see you later, baby.ā
Then Max tilts your head up and presses a kiss on your mouth.
Itās at this moment that Daniel canāt help but feel a little foolish. Actually, more than a little. He feels stupid, downright idiotic standing here with his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. Trying to pretend like everything was alright.
The worst part of it all, is that you donāt seem fazed at all. To you, itās like heās just another driver you bump into ever-so-often. You donāt seem to care about him. Itās like he and the weight of your shared history donāt even exist. Like it never did.
The sight of you walking away from him ā again ā pains him more than he thought it would. He canāt bear to lose you again, not when heās still so fucking in love with you.
Soo he darts his hand out and grabs your wrist, and you whip around, eyes wide and stunned, and Daniel feels Max halt beside him, watching him intently.
And youāre looking at him now. Finally, youāre looking at him.
His eyes roam yours, trying to find a hint of familiarity, hoping desperately that heāll find the same yearning and aching he feels for you reflected in your eyes.
āDon't you call him what you used to call me,ā he whispers. Pleading with you.
Something in you seems to soften, and thereās a flash of pain in your eyes, but it's one that is quickly replaced with anger.
You wrench your hand from his grip and shove him away, storming off as Max follows you, casting an indecipherable look at Daniel in the process. Daniel watches as Max catches up to you, and he watches as you let him cradle you in his arms.
But itās not your anger that hurts the most.
Itās the fact that you never once looked back at him.
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