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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DROPPED HIM FOR THE REMAINING RACES??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU MEAN?? WHAT?
lets ignore how i died for like months, hope ur all doing well tho i caught the pox đ ( chicken pox đ )
I'm so proud of logie!! P11 <33 williams domination is soon i can smell it
LOGAN P12 IM PROUD OF HIM âŒïž ( he was so close to getting to Q3 ( Logan domination era đșđČđŠ đ„ )
If they replace Logan this season, I will scream. I hate you James đ„°đ„°
may the power of the Fourth of July bring Logan Sargeant points
may the power of the Fourth of July bring Logan Sargeant points
may the power of the Fourth of July bring Logan Sargeant points
Please let him have one nice thing in f1 please
Please please please as Sabrina Carpenter would say donât embarrass me motherfucker, and show everyone your true self Logan
rumours on logan going to indycar?? how we feeling
logan sargeant, they could never make me hate you
466 words, fluff, second chances, reader described as pretty, but nothing specific đ«¶
for the Logan Sargeant fans, >> Additionally, if you want me to continue đ
Partially inspired by Begin Again by Taylor Swift đ«Ą
Warm water splashes on your face as you wade into the calm of the sea.
Youâve long teased Logan about his eyes matching the sea-green hue, and you proved it today, albeit begrudgingly.
He pulls you into the cold water, and you flail, kicking him where it hurts the most.
Childish antics ensue, and after a few rounds of blame game, youâre back in front of the fireplace, drying off together.
An off-comment is made about how much youâve changed. You can say the same about him, sharp jawline, and even sharper eyes.
Before you do, though, he calls the change pretty, and all your words crumble like the sandcastles you made.
Youâre his childhood friend- er, ex-something, emphasis on friend. Best friends since he started karting, first everything.
Except for your first kiss, which was by your prom date, who you didnât feel anything for. Logan walked you home that night, and you had more fun in those few minutes, than the hours before.
He kisses you for the first time on your porch, that night. And itâs the kind of kiss you write in your diary about, you canât help but hope for a lot more to come.
Itâs the same kind of kiss as he flies away to chase after his dreams of fast cars.
Youâre more cynical, consigning yourself to the speeds of average life. So you let him spread his wings. Eager to watch him shine from the pixelated livestreams.
Youâre invited back for a vacation catch-up with some of his friends, and it just so happens that his mother sees you in the grocery store.
Insinuations are insinuated, and you find your soft spot for the Sargeant family to be as soft as sand on the familiar beaches.
So now, youâre back again, where you were all those years ago.
You think itâs strange that he finds you pretty, after a drunken remark of how he misses you so much. Stupid boyfriends, GPs, and work keeping you apart.
Youâre charmed instantly, liquid courage is the way to go. It then becomes something he says, fully sober.
Itâs been a long morning for you both- and a long evening. Beer pong with the rest of the grid and past friends leave you with the greatest hangover in the history of hangovers.
Another drunken confession is made, and you canât help but smile as you cup Loganâs face with your hands.
Fireworks reflect in your eyes as you exchange sparklers, but the real star is you, smile and glow everlasting as you bathe in the celebrations.
Youth creases your smiles with the promise of many more Fourth of July beach trips to come- Long live, Americaâs golden boy, whoâs worth much more to you than all the riches in the world combined.
515 words, part 1 here! angst again, but I promise that weâre getting closer to comfort. Stay strong, Logan fans. I believe in you!
>> Warm thank yous for the warm reception đ«¶. Ofc, this is all based on @disneyprincemuke âs amazing vr!universe.
Before you go, I wrote this fic with these songs in mind; tolerate it and story of us by taylor swift
He takes a brisk walk outside of your shared apartment. Youâre behind him, running to catch up.
However, youâre stopped by multiple fans, and he doesnât know if thatâs a blessing or a curse.
Itâs just another reminder of how different you both are.
Equal halves of the same puzzle, the same puzzle that become unequal, and one continues to grow as the other withers.
Logan doesnât get stopped by anyone. And he bitterly wonders if itâll be that way for the rest of time.
The taste of metallic blood tinges as he bites his lip too hard.
Of course, heâs never had a problem being just a planet orbiting around you and your bright stardom, akin to the sun. But, is that really all there is to him? Is that all heâs ever going to be?
He can hear you mingle and brush away fans after a few minutes, yelling at him to stop walking. It chips away at him, hearing your normally confident voice wobbly, but he reminds himself that at the end of the day, youâre going to find someone better.
He manages to avoid you for the next few months. Lovelorn, eyes downcast as he sees you on the news.
Thatâs all you are to each other now. Strangers passing by.
Intersecting lines are worse than being parallel, after all. You meet once and then it becomes nothing, something, only in the past.
He tells himself that he expected it, it was simply a matter of time.
Time is the cruelest factor. Your original plans to go on a trip together, the Disneyland plans for your anniversary, dashed, and gone.
Youâve always laughed together about the cliches of being a couple, being spotted at places together was something you snorted at. But to him, it was everything.
He was always fine with your level of success and fame versus his. But as time passed, it rusted the shine of young love.
The news articles splash you with stinging headlines and speculation.
Theyâve taken one of two sides, either blaming you for changing after your short and seemingly effortless taste of fame. Or, blaming Logan for relying sheerly on your prolonged successes.
It hurt. But imagining him, reading all this, swallowing it whole, vulnerable and essentially left with the worst side of the break-up, hurt more.
That was the first time youâve fully considered that you two werenât together anymore.
Twin flames burning too close to the otherâs side of the wick.
You see him tomorrow, at a quick press conference that was supposed to be your somewhat victory lap. Itâs now seemingly become a celebration of what youâve lost, you realize, as your eyes meet his.
Practiced speeches splayed on your side of the table from your PR team. They feel empty, without you two sitting beside each other. Each other who used to nudge and use every trick in the book for conferences like this to go off rails.
All traded for a simple and quick end to your long story together. A clean flourish of your shared history.
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, Iâm 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 announcersâ voices boom over the track. Your name has never felt more foreign to Logan. Perhaps, itâs not the only unfamiliar thing, and thatâs 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 youâre standing now.
Perhaps he knew for the longest time that youâd just continue to rise, fallen stars always make their way back to the sky, and he couldnât 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.
Youâre happy and that made him happy. What changed, he couldnât bring himself to come to terms with.
He insists that heâs fine as you reach your respective motorhomes to pack up for the end of the year. (Heâs not.)
And as you walk away, extra excitement in your step, and Seb ruffles your hair, he locks himself in his driverâs room.
Youâre amazing. And he canât fault you for shining.
But if you can win, succeed, then why couldnât he?
Tears prick his waterline as it sinks in. The replays of your win sting. And itâs 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.
Heâs apologetic immediately but your face loses the smile thatâs 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. Youâre 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.
Heâs just a sentence in the paragraph of your life.
Youâre reassured him time and time again that heâs important to you, and that his performance would never change what you feel about him, what what if it did, he thinks.
Logan Sargeant P10 baby!! I know it's not a 'real' race but let me have this. He's not dead last for once!! Must be the home air. To quote Taylor Swift "Florida!!! is one hell of a drug"
Logan at his seat fit for Meyer Shank Racing (Via this MSR Instagram)