#Logan Sargent

[sainzofthetimez]

Why are people confused as to why the Williams cars are struggling?? They’re being held together with duct tape, spit, prayers, and the last bit of James Vowles’ dignity. Like let’s not be shocked they’re shit let’s be grateful they’re fucking running

[cadillacjohnf1]

My personal picks for most iconic photos of each driver in the 2024 season:

[ynbabe]

LOGAN FIC REQ!! (i love your messages au smmm btw THEYRE SO GOOD AHH) ok anywayssss

can you pls do logan x super super famous!reader.(preferably an actress but i don't mind any) so both of them are dating but are trying to keep it a secret since they've only been dating for a short amount of time. one night they decide to go on a date but paparazzi was there and it was going VIRAL. reader regrets not double checking if there would be any paps. sooo then everyone starts investigating on logan as the internet does and since everyone doesn't watch f1, they only see logan crashing and blah blah blah so they see him as a "bad driver" and he starts getting A LOT of hate because people think reader deserves better. they also start comparing him to reader's "more better and famous ex". reader and logan take time off social media and people think they broke up until reader releases an instagram post defending him and yeah a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort.

idk if this made sense but pls feel free to change anything!! again i love your work sm 💕‼️

Hiiii, omg thank you so much! Love love LOVE the fic idea and without any further ado- here's the fic, it isn't exactly as the prompt but I hope you love it-

Keep my wife's name OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x famous! reader

As a celebrity, you don’t often have the privilege of privacy. The cameras seemed to follow you everywhere, from outside your house to the restaurants you ate at and even to private celebrations with your friends and family.

Your last relationship had gone south exactly because of the paparazzi, making assumptions about the seriousness of your relationship and even spreading pregnancy and marriage rumours, scaring the man away.

You had wanted to take it slow, heart broken from your previous relationship but then you met Logan and for the first time in a long time you felt like you could breath, like you could do what you wanted without being judged.

You knew who he was and he knew who you were and that was perfect.

The both of you had spent a perfect week in your villa in Bali, it had been risky but no one caught on, surprisingly.

You thought your luck would continue and you threw causation to the wind, not asking your assistant to check for paparazzi at the sushi restaurant you were going to in Shanghai.

Unfortunately, you were caught just as you were leaving the restaurants waking up to a host of notifications, some good and some gut-wrenching.

Logan on the other hand tried not to throw up, his eyes wide, you could tell he was scared. Would his team drop him? No, no. Why would they? Right? Oh God.

"Logan, Logs, baby are you okay?" You called out, dropping to your knees and cradling his face in your palms.

f1waglife

f1waglife Y/n nation how are we feeling tonight? Logang? How are we? This was definitely not the couple we expected but is this the couple we deserve?

Username OH HELL NAW- WHY IS THIS FLORIDA MAN DATING QUEEN Y/N?????

Username Y/n come home the kids miss you

Username Omg mans is in love

Username Get someone to look at you the way Logan looks at Y/n

You saw some of the comments and while some made you smile, some made you want to slap a bitch, unfortunately, a scandal would not help, so you called up your PR manager, and the post was gone within a minute.

Logan's race had gone sour, with him getting an unfair penalty and points on his licence. The already poor start to your day had turned even worse when you saw Logan tiredly storm into the room collapsing on the bed, burying his face in his pillow.

"What... the..... fuck?" He screamed into the pillow making you smile a little. The small habit he'd picked up from you, screaming into the pillows as a way to think, one that you had picked up from one of the characters you played a long time ago.

"Why do people even care about who's dating who? That's so stupid." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't we binge Keeping Up with the Kardashians every Monday?" You asked.

"That's not the same though-" He paused and switched his phone off, he already didn't have access to his own Instagram, having given access to his manager a long time ago, he now didn't even want to talk to his friends or colleagues many of whom just wanted an autograph from you along with an explanation how he could be with you.

He turned around, pulling the blanket on him, tired from the day.

You pulled up Twitter as a habit but were greeted with a terrible chain of tweets judging every aspect of your relationship and even worse criticizing Logan without even knowing anything about the sport.

"What the fuck-" You cursed out loud, you knew your fanbase was slightly (an underestimation) larger than your boyfriends but how could they call themselves your fans, when you have been a fan of Logan's since his first season in f1? All your co-stars American or not knew your borderline obsession for the man, every race week you'd be posting Williams on your story, how could they still hate on him?

You looked next to you, where your boyfriend was sleeping a small scowl on his pretty face.

PR be damned, he didn't deserve this.

y/nl/nofficial

y/nl/nofficial To anyone who calls themselves my fans and talks shit about my lovely boyfriend, UNFOLLOW ME ASAP. Logan is the kindest, sweetest, most talented man I've had the pleasure to know and he deserves better than the bullshit he gets from some assholes who don't know anything about him. To quote my friend Will: KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS-

username oop sis snapped

username you tell em girl

username LOVE a gf whos rabidly in love with her bf

username now why would y'all try and shame Mother's boyfriend when all she does is post about him for race weekends??

username fr shes been a logan fan before logan fans have been logan fans

Williams We stan a protective gf 😮‍💨

username admin you'll always be famous y/nl/nofficial Cant help it he looks really pretty in blue 🥰 username oh she in love love

username shall we start calling him Father?

The way I was struggling to write this fic cause I had to write bad things about Pookie Bear Logie is insane. But- I hope yall like it, please do let me know in the comments or reblogs!!!

[loganshouseofworship]

spending time with Logan after the Miami gp

I miss it — Logan Sargent x reader

Fluff

Word count 446

Adding to my master list on @faithshouseofchaos

The cool crisp air was welcoming as you stepped out into the night. Wrapping the blanket tightly around your shoulders you sighed looking out at the pier where Logan sat overlooking the water. Smiling to yourself you walked out to where he sat lost in thought.

“I thought I’d find you out here” you say, making yourself known. Logan’s brooding expression instantly softened as he saw you walking towards him, a small smile gracing his rugged face when you spoke.

“Hey, couldn't you sleep?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling quietly. He patted the space beside him silently inviting you to join him in his solitude. You sat down beside him, your shoulder brushing against his as the blanket now covering both of you. Letting out a content sigh you leaned into him slightly, soaking up his warmth and comfort.

"Just needed a change of scenery," you replied softly, your eyes fixed on the calm ripples of the water in front of you.

For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the sound of the waves and the occasional rustle of leaves the only source of noise. “I miss it,” Logan says.

“Miss what?” You asked, lifting your head up to look at him.

He continued to stare out at the water, his gaze distant. "The water," he replied finally. "Being out on the open sea."

His expression was melancholic, his eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and a deep longing. "The freedom. I miss home. I miss Fort Lauderdale."

He fell silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts before letting out a soft chuckle.

"Sounds stupid, huh?"

You looked at him, your heart clenching at the vulnerability in his voice.

"No, it doesn't," you replied, placing your hand on his arm, feeling the muscles ripple beneath as he tensed slightly.

"It's not stupid at all."

You sat in silence for a while longer, the night air cooling slightly around you, the only sound being the gentle lap of waves against the pier.

Logan looked at you, his gaze soft as his eyes roamed over your face.

"Thanks for listening," he mumbled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

He fidgeted a bit, shifting slightly so that his thigh was now pressed against yours. The warmth from his body seeping through the fabric of your clothes. You smiled, feeling the heat from his body against your own. Your fingers unconsciously drawing patterns along his arm.

"Of course," you said quietly, your eyes still fixed on the water. "Anytime. I'm always here if you want to talk."

The silence between you was comfortable now, the earlier tension replaced by a quiet understanding.

[j-emini]

i think it's clear that every driver was effected by the conditions of this race but to underline the severity of this issue here's a list of how each one was effected:

sargent - retired, likely due to dehydration or other adverse health issues from the heat.

alonso - reported his seat burning him.

ocon - threw up in his helmet only 15 laps in.

stroll - nearly passed out during the race and after getting out the car.

albon - needed assistance to get out of his car.

(edit) russell - reported he nearly passed out twice whilst driving.

(edit) leclerc - reported being close to passing out multiple times whilst driving.

and that's not including any of the drivers who just appeared plain exhausted (understandably). what does it take to get the fia to give a fuck about the health of it's athletes? because if this isn't going to do it then that's beyond appalling, it's borderline abusive.

[pit-2-podium]

james vowles really spent the entire principals meeting going: please stop asking me questions I don't know the answer to, you want to know what i know? read the news, because that's how I know literally anything. and the fun, no, i don't think im going to replace my experienced f1 driver with a kid who like five months ago was racing in f4 are you insane?

[leclercskiesahead]

The grammar error sent me before I realised the wasp joke

[vitalverstappen]

all works are completely fictional and owned by me. please do not copy, share, or repost my work on any other sites without my explicit consent. enjoy :-)

word count is next to each fic title

the tortured drivers' department masterlist

F. Colapinto:

Under the Mistletoe (1.9k) -> forced into a night of civility for the sake of your best friends, you try to ignore the small sparks and the insufferably charming man you loathe the most

P. Gasly:

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) (3.4k) -> your good lord didn't need to lift a finger. i can fix him. no really, i can. woah, maybe i can't

Bigger Isn't Always Better (2.1k) -> getting a Christmas tree was supposed to be simple, but for better or for worse, both you and Pierre's minds are stuck in the gutter

C. Leclerc:

Cassandra (3k) -> you can mark my words that i said it first. in a mourning warning, no one heard

Homecoming (5.5k) // smau -> have you ever had a massive crush on your team rival?

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys (3.6k) -> just say when, i'd play again. he was my best friend down at the sandlot

L. Norris:

Just Pretend (1.5k) -> a disastrous night out in London may end up being the best decision you've ever made

O. Piastri:

I Look In People's Windows (1k) -> does it feel alright to not know me? i'm addicted to the "if only"

Tradition (2.8k) -> with you and Oscar having different traditions when it comes to the holidays, you figured you'd show him some of your favorites

D. Ricciardo:

How Do I Do This? (1.1k) -> after a public divorce with your ex-husband, you found yourself learning to try again

The Tortured Poets Department (1.6k) -> i scratch your head, you fall asleep, like a tattooed golden retriever

G. Russell:

To Be Your Muse (5.5k) // smau -> as you and George navigate your relationship, you do the one thing you know how to: write a song.

C. Sainz:

House Rules (1.4k) -> everyone knew you loved halloween, but no one knew just how much

L. Sargeant: coming soon!

M. Verstappen:

Flash Forward (73.1k total, 3 parts) -> the world of F1 is never easy. throw in reuniting with your childhood enemy and a coworker you can't quite get a read on? you're in for a wild few seasons

[lw77]

Diet Pepsi 💈 (LSxMV)

Chapter 6.5 - Geritol

A little debrief after the lake.

Logan is finishing up putting the last of his clothes away in his closet when he’s interrupted by the loud sound of Alex and Oscar bursting into his room.

“Princess, your paupers have arrived,” Oscar announces with a grin.

Logan rolls his eyes and steps out of the closet, scanning his now mostly organized room. The scent of fresh laundry still lingers in the air, but Oscar and Alex bring with them the unmistakable smell of lake water and sunscreen. He glances at the two—Oscar sprawled across his bed like it’s his, hands behind his head, while Alex lies next to him, one arm dramatically thrown over his face.

“You guys come straight here from the lake house or what? Get up, you heathens. You’ve got the juicy details I need to hear, like, now.”

Alex groans from under his arm. “Ugh, I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

Oscar snorts. “Alex, senior citizens have better stamina than you. It was, what? Four rounds? Five, tops.”

Alex throws a lazy punch at Oscar’s side, who just laughs and brushes it off.

Logan, unable to hold back, jumps onto the bed and wedges himself between them. “I can’t believe it. So you four—this really happened?”

Oscar flashes a smug grin. “Oh, yeah, Logie boy. Your two old pals still got it. Although, one of us might need a little Geritol.” He pats Alex on the shoulder with mock sympathy.

Alex rolls his eyes, but Logan leans in closer, all ears. “This is wild. I seriously never would’ve guessed George and Carlos were a thing. But the four of you? Scandalous. Spill.”

Alex sighs dramatically, but there’s a tired smirk on his face. “Just look at Oscar’s neck.”

Logan’s eyes immediately widen when he spots the faint purple and blue marks on Oscar’s neck, barely hidden by his collar. Oscar blushes and quickly looks away, but it’s too late.

“Oh my god,” Logan laughs, his eyes twinkling. “Oscar, I didn’t know you had it in you… or maybe I should say they did? Honestly, I figured you’d come out with battle scars.”

Oscar groans and hides his face behind his hands. “Please don’t make it sound like it was a train or something.”

Alex chuckles and ruffles Oscar’s hair. “Oh, please. You loved it. Practically insatiable. You even begged for it.”

Logan raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile creeping across his face. “Robo OP, begging? Who knew you were a demanding brat in bed?”

Oscar peeks out from behind his hands, half embarrassed, half proud. “It’s brat summer and look, it just… happened, okay? George and Carlos—together? Hot. And then Alex knew exactly what I like, so he made it happen. It was just… yeah.” He trails off, shooting a glance at Alex, who’s still lounging on the bed, looking tired but satisfied.

Alex stretches and sighs. “I’m done for the year, seriously. But this one?” He points at Oscar. “Couldn’t get enough.”

Logan stifles a laugh, looking between the two of them. “You wore them out?”

Oscar’s embarrassment melts away as he shrugs, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

“Okay, fine I was celibate for like a year. Maybe I missed a little attention. What’s the big deal?”

Alex throws him a look. “A lot of attention. And yeah, everyone noticed.”

Oscar smirks. “Jealous?”

“Not even a little,” Alex groans, rolling onto his back. “Just don’t ask me to keep up with you next time. I’m pretty sure I nearly died.”

Logan shakes his head, laughing at the easy way Alex and Oscar banter. But as his laughter fades, his mind drifts to Max. There’s a quick flash of worry that hits him—what if Max doesn’t feel the same? He tries to shake it off, but it lingers for a second, and he can’t help but think out loud.

“You two are ridiculous,” Logan mutters, though his voice sounds a little softer than usual.

Oscar notices immediately, his teasing smile fading just a bit. “What’s up, Logs? Max still got you all twisted?”

Logan freezes, his cheeks flushing, but he quickly recovers with a scoff. “Nope. Not at all. He’s just... he's really god muscly and all that.”

“Oh, come on,” Alex presses, that familiar grin returning. “You’re telling me Mr. ‘See you soon, Angel’ shared a bed with you and nothing happened?” He dramatically mimics Max’s voice, throwing in an exaggerated swoon.

Logan groans and throws a pillow at him. “Shut up!”

Oscar snickers from the bed, clearly enjoying Logan’s discomfort. “It’s okay, Logan. If you won’t tell us, I’m sure Fernando will if we ask.”

Logan groans louder, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine, we did stuff. But only in the morning—not all night like you four.”

Oscar and Alex exchange a look before turning back to Logan, both giving him identical, curious stares.

“That doesn’t sound so bad. So why do you seem so…” Oscar starts, trailing off.

“Not excited,” Alex finishes.

Logan hesitates, playing with the pillow. “He’s perfect, guys. He knows everything I like, he’s exactly my type. Even his body—oh my god. But what if it’s like a one night stand thing? I mean, he’s so good, I think I’ll be too dickmatized once I get a taste, and what if it's just that? A taste!?”

Oscar props himself up on his elbow, looking at Logan like he’s the dumbest person alive. “Oh my god, Logan. It’s not like this is some one-sided crush. The dude only has eyes for you, calls you ‘Angel,’ and everyone can tell it’s you he’s into.”

Logan’s cheeks turn pink, but he can’t help but grin. “Really?”

“‘Really?’ Yes, really,” Alex repeats, mimicking Logan’s voice and throwing in an exaggerated dramatic sigh.

Logan grabs a pillow and whacks Alex with it, making him yelp. “Hey! It’s hard having a crush on someone so sexy, okay?”

Oscar, lying back with a smirk, casually adds, “Logs, you’re sexy too. Max is just… manly sexy, while you’re more twink sexy. But trust me, you’re both equally hot.”

Logan groans, burying his face in the pillow. “You guys are impossible.” After a beat, his muffled voice comes out. “Alex! I knew you joining us would bring some juicy insider info.”

Alex smirks, sitting up with a mock salute. “Of course. I’m your personal whistleblower when it comes to your loverboy, Logie.”

“Now that’s settled,” Oscar cuts in, fluttering his eyelashes. “Can you please bake us cookies while we pick movies to marathon?”

Logan raises an eyebrow. “Sure, Oscar. But what’s wrong with your eyes? Need some eye drops?”

“What? No! My eyes are fine—I’m just batting my lashes to convince you,” Oscar says, deadpan.

Logan snickers. “Ohhh, well, you were doing it too fast to call it batting eyelashes. More like machine-gunning your eyes.”

Oscar shoots him a flat look. “Go make those cookies before I bring out an actual machine gun. Grandpa needs fuel.” He pats Alex’s stomach for emphasis.

Logan huffs playfully as he stands up. “Jeez, I’d hate to be the one taking care of you in a senior home.”

Oscar’s laughter follows Logan as he heads toward the kitchen. “Good luck, Logie! And don’t forget the rainbow chocolate chips. We can’t have Alex turning into Grandpa Rambo!”

From the kitchen, Logan’s muffled voice calls back, “That’s not even what Alex likes—it’s what you like, Oscar!”

Authors Note: I was stuck on how to continue this after the lake and suddenly school and work got super busy. but I realized I've been stuck for too long. So, here is a short little part before the next one!

Also also Max is now a 4 time WDC go king goooo

[shakemelikeasnowglobe]

Of course I'm mentally stable enough to enjoy f1

I totally don't feel like they are ripping my first born child from my arms every time they announce some driver getting fired

[sv5sam]

Why tf are Williams acting like red bull?

Like lil bro ur car is slow as a tractor and u have the budget of an elementary school play YOU CAN NOT HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ACT LIKE THAT lol

[warcriminalpastry]

OSCAR TEXTED LOGAN TO CHECK IF HE WAS OKAY?????????

[sainzofthetimez]

Meanwhile at Williams HQ

[loganshouseofworship]

REQUESTING LOGAN FLUFF!!!!!!!!!

Imagine him with a goth girlie (you don't have to adhere to this specifically, this is just a thought, feel free to disregard this aesthetic BUT PLEASE WRITE LOGAN FLUFF)

A/n— I have been racking my brain trying to figure out how to write a fic for this and I can’t figure it out but I have head canons im sorry I really am 😭😭

Also I based these head-canons off of my old friend ash she was a goth girlie who looked mean but was really nice and cool to hang out with.

Logan sergeant x goth!reader

Logan loved how you weren’t afraid to stand out

He also loved how you speak up for everyone who had trouble speaking up for themselves

Especially when you did it for him

If a restaurant messed up Logan’s order you’d immediately say something for him

example “excuse me he asked for no pickles”

Logan called you his Rottweiler/black cat girlfriend

because you looked mean and had a nasty case of RBF (resting bitch face) but you were a softy at heart

Logan was a golden retriever he balanced out your grumpiness

Logan also loved how genuine you were

Even though you dressed in all black and joked about having a pitch black soul

Logan saw behind the dark clothes and black makeup

He knew that you had a heart of gold

He also knew that deep down he always knew that he would end up with a goth girlie

ever since watching Scooby doo! — and the Witches ghost as a kid and laid eyes on the Hex girls he was hooked

Logan didn’t care if you were conventionally attractive by today’s beauty standards he still loved you

And that’s all that mattered to and him

He was sunshine and you were midnight rain

[welltumlbrforgotme]

it’s a bit bad, but i think it’s funny