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[f1girliefics]

Being Logan Sargeant's Glitter Princess

You would say you were a girly girl. A very girly girl.

You loved the colour pink, you loved to wear a nice pair of heels.

You would say your world is filled with glitter.

And your boyfriend would agree.

He could recall the very first question you had for him when he told you that he is an F1 driver "So do you have glittery helmets?"

And Logan was hooked.

Everyone would say that you are a pretty girl, some might call you a bimbo even, but in reality, you were very smart.

Call it the effect of Legally Blonde which just happens to be your favourite movie of all time.

Smart, pretty, well dressed and a Formula One driver's girlfriend.

Every event you attended with Logan, arguably you were the best dressed, everyone knew it was you the moment you stepped foot in.

Glittery, shimmery or beaded long dresses.

And let's be fair, Logan loved having you by his side, he felt proud.

All the other girls and women with their simple dresses and there you were, covered in Swarovski.

But if Logan was honest with himself, he fell for your smile. Such a contagious smile you have.

The joke would never die about him not knowing what a kilometre is, but no one joked about him having you by his side.

You were the perfect match.

Glitter and all.

[haneensab005]

Prema after both their f2 drivers this season made it to f1:

[ildiavoloro55o]

The height difference is killing me!!!! Logan looks so small next to Alex!!!

[sukunasbow]

welcome to miami.

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader.

warnings: none.

in which you visit america for the first time when you join your boyfriend at the miami gp.

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yourusername miami day one!! loving all the sunshine ☀️

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logansargeant my beautiful girl

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user3 this is insane you’re literally flawless?!! 🫣

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logansargeant my love 🙃

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yourusername america ya! 😁 this past week was my first time in america, overall 4 stars ⭐️ 😝 thank you to my mannnn for making this trip a crazy fun experience mwah

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logansargeant i love you, had so much fun!

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[alocon]

A Warm Embrace - Logan Sargeant

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

written by alocon

Summary: Ice skating double date under the stars with your boyfriend. Pure fluff to celebrate the Williams Car Launch x

Warnings and Tropes: Pretty short, quickly written, pure fluff, ice skating and stuff. No use of Y/N.

[Masterlist]

A Warm Embrace - LS2 x Fem!Reader

"Do you trust me?" You asked as your boyfriend's grip tightened on your arms.

"Of course. I just don't trust myself."

You repositioned his hands so they were on your shoulders, your hands holding onto his waist as you slowly began to move you both further away from the barrier at the outside of the ice skating rink. Logan's grip on you was definitely going to leave some soreness over the next couple of days, but you didn't mind. You couldn't think of anyone better to be ice skating with currently. You felt his gaze focus on you, as you had recommended to stop him worrying, knowing how he calmed when he was in your presence.

Looking around the rink, you caught the eyes of Lily, who was very happy with Alex's progress on the ice. He was doing well, having only fell over a handful of times and was currently looking really stable. And as you thought that, he went again. Spoke too soon, you thought.

Your eyes met the soft ones of the person you had so desperately fallen for as you slowly pulled him around the track. He smiled, looking at the way your face got slightly redder the longer he looked at you. It was like, in that moment, he had forgotten all about the ice that you were on. He trusted you. He felt safe. All that mattered in that moment was your touch, your hair, your eyes. All that mattered was you.

"I am so in love with you." His voice was quiet as he spoke.

"I love you too, Logan." You meant it. Of course you did, how couldn't you? He was a sweetheart. He would go straight to you whenever he finished a race. He would wake you up when he stayed over yours by placing soft kisses all over your face. He would risk being a little late to spend those extra few minutes cuddling in bed with you. He would tie your shoes, not because you didn't know how, but because it saved you doing it before you headed out for a long day at work. He would slice your apples for you, peel your oranges if you asked him to.

You would do things for him too. When he got sick the month earlier, you called his mother and video called her whilst she step-by-step taught you how to make his favourite childhood soup, just so he could feel at home. You would play with his hair when he couldn't sleep to calm him. You would wake up at 4am some days to make sure he had breakfast before training even if that meant being exhausted by the end of your shift once you finished, which could be as late as 10pm.

Logan was getting better at this, the pair of you gradually speeding up as you went around the rink. His focus was on you. You began to slightly loosen your grip, seeing if he was able to stand on his own on the ice now. He was. You took his hand, pulling him slowly with you, ready to reach out and grab him if he almost fell over. But he didn't. The two of you talked and laughed as he got more confident on the ice, only ending up slipping up once by the end of it.

After getting off the ice, the four of you sat at a nearby restaurant, outside, to have food. It was delicious. You twisted the pasta up on your fork before passing it to Logan as he had asked to taste it. He then did the same for you.

"Today has been so fun," Alex said, smiling as he ate. "We definitely need to do this again."

You agreed. It was perfect.

You felt arms snake around your waist as you brushed your teeth, ready for bed. Your boyfriend kissed your forehead, gently swaying the pair of you as he left kisses all over you. Your forehead, your shoulder, your cheek, your neck, everywhere. He whispered sweet things into your ear about how you're his favourite person. You're his everything. He wants to spend his life with you.

All day he had seemed nervous, you didn't know why but you figured it was because of your venture onto the ice. "Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, "Of course, anything."

"Do you want to move in with me?" You span in his embrace, looking into his eyes for any sign of that being a joke. It wasn't. He continued to speak. "I was just thinking, you spend a hell of a lot of time here anyways and we've been together for a year now and waking up in bed with you is one of my favourite things. Obviously if you don't want to, you don't have to. I was just-" he went silent the second your lips met his.

You pulled away, feeling a shiver run down your spine from the low temperature in his bathroom. "Of course I will, I would love to."

His hands traced your spine through your shirt as his hands travelled to your waist, placing a kiss to your lips before wrapping you into a warm embrace. His warm embrace.

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logansargeant: I love you ❤

youruser: I love you too ❤

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alex_albon: We need to do it again soon, also stop trying to steal Lily from me!!

lilymhe: She didn't need to try, she already had me 🤭

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lilymhe: adore you x

youruser: miss you already, beautiful x

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williamsracing: Our favourite grid couples!!

youruser: Love you guys, next year is our year

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arthur_leclerc: Gross x

youruser: alr just because you don't have a girlfriend doesn't mean you get to run your mouth x

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oscarpiastri: Double date with us next???

youruser: Absolutely!

-The End-

[Word Count - 800-900 not including the comments on the post]

Hi All, I know, it was very short. I will make a longer Logan story at some point, however, I am half asleep and it's 10pm and I wanted to write something quickly before bed. I wrote this in about 15-20 minutes so enjoy. The Williams looks beautiful this year!! And the suitsssss 😍 Not edited btw sorry for spelling errors Have a lovely day. Another Lando story soon, maybe? Either him, Max or Charles I'm thinking x Alocon

[disneyprincemuke]

stay cool, it’s just a kiss

alternatively: it’s flawless, really something

in which they roll up to the front porch after their first date and logan can’t seem to wrap up the date as he typically does

“that was very,” she clears her throat, her smile growing slightly as she walks up to the door of the house, “i had a lot of fun.”

logan grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. “this is kinda weird, isn’t it?”

she laughs. she looks back at the house momentarily and turns back to him. “it’s one way to end the date — ending up in the same place. is it weird that we already live together before we go went on a date?”

he shrugs with a small smile. he takes a step towards her. “well, don’t make it weird.”

“i’m not!” she shrieks, dropping her head in embarrassment. “i was asking genuinely!”

silence falls between them at the front porch steps of the place they spent years together in.

the date had gone amazingly well. logan stuck to his promise of making it up to her after the stunt he pulled in the bahamas. opened doors, drove her, paid the bill and everything. it’s very sweet and endearing, and he had even reached over at some point to hold her hand.

on the drive home, she couldn’t help but look over at him, focused on the road as he tries not to turn his head to dreamily stare at her. which he’s done all night, and it was starting to worry her when he was behind the wheel.

she never knew watching someone drive could send her mind into a frenzy.

“so, um,” logan sighs, tapping his foot on the ground. “thing is, i can’t pull any of my usual moves on you like i usually do.”

“what do you mean?” a small smile spreads her lips as she stares up at him in confusion.

“i wasn’t the best guy to try and date before this,” logan admits. “you know that — you get all the stories from me. i can’t do that to you.”

“am i an alien? what separates me from your other girls?”

he rolls his eyes. “you know what makes you different.”

she shakes her head and takes a step forward. her hands are shaking, her mind is operating at a million kilometres an hour as she took that daunting step. it isn’t like her to be so forward. “i actually don’t.”

logan would never admit but he’s known, even several years back, that her eyes were a different level of hypnotising. he could get lost in her eyes every single time he looked in.

“don’t make me say it.”

his eyes flicker to her lips, then back up at her eyes. he knows that she saw him hesitate because he catches her glance at the way his hands flinched, restraining himself from grabbing her and sandwiching her between his body and the door.

she scoffs dryly. he raises his eyebrows when she closes up the gap between them, chests pressed against one another. “are you going to kiss me?”

he breathes out shakily. “what?”

“it’s not like we’ve never kissed before,” she says in a low voice. she loops a finger around his pants’ belt loop and pulls him in. “why are you holding back?”

“come o–“

he doesn’t get to protest against her best wishes when she wraps her hands around his neck, pulling him down into her to connect their lips.

the reality is that at the end of dates, he would typically bring the girl to bed. and, well, it’s not that easy in this situation. not only is this girl his best friend, they also live in the same house. it’s just not right.

and she’s so pure, so innocent, and so fresh to things like a relationship.

it’s just not the same.

she bunches up the material of his jacket in her hands as their lips move against one another, taking another bold step forward to press herself up against him.

his hands come up to tangle themselves in her hair, stumbling forward. the effect she has on his is just absurd — coming undone in her presence after he branded himself as someone with a tough exterior.

“logan,” she mutters breathlessly, pulling away momentarily.

he hums in response, crashing his lips back onto hers. his hands move down to her back, squeezing the skin in the area. “god, do you have any idea how long i’ve wanted this with you?”

“just do it. i’m all yours.” she smiles against his lips and nods. logan pulls away, holding her in the spot with wet lips and staggered breaths.

she looks up at him with wide eyes, lips parted and a glimmer in her eyes that logan’s never seen before. “what’s wrong?”

“you know i can’t do this to you,” logan sighs, shaking his head. in perspective, he simply can’t treat her the way he does with every other girl. it’s not the same.

perhaps it’s the fact that they’d grown up together, or that he feels like he owes a lot of his success to her family for taking him in when he needed a family to lean on.

he just can’t take advantage of her like that.

“you’re… you’re young.” logan steps away and scratches his head. “we need to take this slow. i told you — you’re not just any other girl to me. it’s different. this is different.”

her expression doesn’t falter. if anything, it looks like she swooning even more than before. she smiles with an understanding nod. “okay.”

he smiles, swiping his thumb across her cheek gently. “i’ll show you what it’s actually like to be with me. i’ll take care of you, okay?”

@myxticmoon

[liwysz]

Flower Language with Bouquets

Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri

Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,104

“Oh, good morning!” Oscar’s face lit up with a friendly smile as he climbed down the ladder, placing the watering can on the counter carefully. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up a bouquet I ordered earlier today.” The blond replied, frustration clear in his voice. Oscar immediately guessed which bouquet it was. “You’re the one who wants to tell someone to “fuck yourself” with flowers?” Oscar asked, trying to hide a smile as he mentioned the order. The blond only nodded, looking a bit embarrassed but determined.

Loscar flower shop Au because I was very upset with Logan leaving Formula 1 and I needed to make something fluffy.

Loscar Masterlist | F1 General Masterlist | Meet me

[luminous-light092]

*Pulls out of pocket*

Car?

[love-emy]

logan is a liar

social media au

lando norris x reader

an: it’s a shorter one and it’s not my fav but i’m a little burnt out right now so i’ll leave yall w this. i’m gonna talk about this is the tags so i don’t spoil it so look there if u want to. more posts soon i think

[scrollonso]

sargecchi ❛ keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. ❜

A hand roughly tugged at his hair. Logan's head yanked back, his eyes rolling back with it with a cry.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Hands bound behind his back, he writhed with the urge to reach around and pump himself as Marco went faster, rougher. He straddled Marco's waist, letting himself be bucked up into, whines and choked moans tumbling out. Against his stomach, he dribbled pre-come as it slapped against his stomach every time Marco went in and out. Marco's other hand squeezed his waist tightly to keep Logan down, as without it he writhed too much.

“Logan,” Marco groaned. He moved both hands to his waist, pulling Logan down as he fucked roughly into him. Logan let out a loud cry, back arching desperately. “ That’s it , just like that.”

“Bez-! Marco, Marco, please…!” Logan repeated the words, tears welling in his eyes as he began to reach his…

“Marco,” Logan panted, blinking awake in the darkness. The first thing he noticed, besides the sleeping form of Marco beside him, was how hard he was. That the inside of his boxers was sticky. Then he remembered the dream, emitting a small groan as he shifted slightly against the sheets. He must have been humping the bed. He watched Marco with wide eyes, hoping he was still asleep; he was always a heavy sleeper.

Thankfully, his prayers were answered, as Marco snored obnoxiously. Normally, he hated the sound, but in the moment he was more grateful for it than ever.

Logan snaked one of his hands down into his boxers, hissing as he wrapped his hand around himself. He was sensitive — he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish. The problem was, he could never keep his mouth shut when he got to this stage, always emitting some sound despite his efforts. He buried his head into the pillow, arching upwards for better leverage as he slowly began to work his hand. He let out an involuntary moan, stilling to listen for any noise from Marco. Another snore.

Logan continued, more muffled noises spilling out. He worked his hand faster, the covers ruffling. At that moment, he let out a louder groan, breath shallowing. Images of the dream crossed his mind, Marco's incessant pace and the way he looked up at him with half lidded eyes. The praise. He panted against the pillow, feeling his climax incoming. He clamped his lower lip between his teeth, whining-

“Logan?” A groggy voice interrupted.

Logan immediately stilled, on the edge of an orgasm but too mortified to continue now. His mouth hung open, blinking in the dark as he lowered his hips back on the bed and slipped his hand out. Marco rolled over, facing Logan.

“You okay?” Concern laced his voice. Logan was glad it was so dark, or else Marco would’ve seen how red he was.

“Mhm,” was all Logan could manage, his try at a convincing answer coming out as more of a whimper.

“…Nightmare?” Marco shifted closer to Logan, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer. Logan made a startled noise, aware that Marco would feel his arousal if they started cuddling. He put a hand on Marco's chest to stop him.

“I, uh. No, not that. Just go back to sleep, okay?”

“No, what is it?” Marco insisted, wiping a hand over his face. So much for him going back to sleep. Logan paused, weighing his options. Marco wasn’t going back to sleep until he told him what it was. Cuddling up to him with a full boner was out of the picture. He could excuse himself to the bathroom…or just tell him the truth.

“Logan,“ Marco interrupted his train of thought.

“…I had a wet dream.”

There was a pause, and Logan felt embarrassed, unsure what Marco's reaction was in the dark.

“I’ll just… go to the restroom.” Marco didn’t let go of Logan.

“Let me help you.” Logan didn’t expect Marco to offer, but he sure wouldn’t say no.

“Please.”

Marco moved his hand from Logan's back down to his boxers, pulling them down. His arousal was still hard, less so than before but still close. Marco slid his hand over it, fingers feeling the stickiness. Logan arched involuntarily into the feeling.

“You close?” Logan hummed affirmatively, bumping his forehead into Marco's.

Marco wrapped his hand around him, slowly working his hand. Logan's response was quick, letting out a small, needy noise. Marco squeezed his hand, causing him to dribble with pre-cum and make a choked moan. Logan rut against his hand, making incoherent noises that gradually got louder as he nestled into Marco's neck.

"Keep the noise down baby, you're too loud." Marco continued to work his hand faster, Logan trying everything he could think of to stop the noises from coming now that Marco had asked him to be quiet.

“Good,” Marco praised as Logan gripped the front of his shirt, grinding harder into his hand. “Come for me, Logan.”

Logan trembled slightly with the force of his arousal, his whines becoming more high pitched as he lost himself to the pleasure. With one deliberate squeeze from Marco, he cried out and spurted thick ropes of come over Marco's hand and shirt.

“There you go,” Marco drawled, lazily but still pumping Logan until he stopped leaking. Logan panted, loosening his grip on Marco's shirt and moving his head back onto the pillow.

“Better?”

“Yeah… thank you.” Marco reached behind him to the nightstand, pulling out a cloth to wipe his hand and shirt off with.

“Of course… You have those dreams often?”

“No,” Logan groaned.

“Was it about me?” Logan could hear the amusement in his voice, the way his words lilted. Marco handed him a clean pair of boxers.

“You know it was,” he replied, shucking off his old boxers for the clean pair. “Don’t let it get to your head, Bez…”

Marco snickered, wrapping an arm around Logan and pulling him close. “G’night.” Marco pressed a light kiss to Logan's cheek, falling asleep quickly once he shut his eyes.

His snoring in his ear kept Logan awake longer, but he didn’t seem to mind as much in his arms.

[alblondo23]

Logan on Alex's recent insta post

[hagenwo43]

[hashcakes]

Me: Thinks about Logan

Me two seconds later: What if i just C R Y

[voltaicgalaxy22]

🗣 SABRINA HAS SPOKEN 🗣"Juno" freakyyy position reveal 🙈 When TSOU gets freaky several chapters down the line you guys can expect a riding scene 🙏 Shoutout to Sabrina Carpenter for this 🫶

[formulaheart]

i have words about that foul article that f1 put out about Logan Sargeant losing his seat -you guys know the one- because I don't care if he was bad, and they were justified in replacing him, that was so tactless and I feel wretched for Logan right now

[swlyf-24]

Our paradox of memories

As odd as it may sound, Oscar sold memories in his small cafe-looking shop. Memories he had were from people who gave it to him willingly or who have passed away. It’s really not that hard to find those small capsules; a compartment behind your ear should have differently labelled memories housed in capsules, pill capsules if you will. They sell well for a price of $2500, notwithstanding the memory. People in desperate need of money would go to Oscar’s shop and sell their memories in hopes that they could make a new one with the cash in their hands. He supposed that if people were comfortable with their wealth from selling their memories, they wouldn't need them. Oscar would gladly delegate the aftermath to the new owners with each purchase.

The golden sun spun a circle in the sky, its light dimming. The golden sun supplied the world with light and warmth. No one could see it, however, but everyone knew what it was and what it did. The silver moon was another aspect of their sky. It only came out at night, casting a low, dull light on the world. They were a force to be reckoned with.

Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock. People in this city has an odd way of inserting rhythms into their tapping. “Welcome to the Paradox.” Oscar repeated it like a radio host, repeating their introduction every session. The man walked in, shutting the door lightly with a jingle of the bell. With a definite smile, his lips curled downward, paired with a nod, before he wandered around the shop. The man looked through the years one by one, fiddling with each label on the capsules. “Can I help you?” Oscar suggested as he walked away from the counter.

The lights were too dim.

Clearly shocked, the man took a step back. “Well,” he said, opening his mouth, but nothing else came out. Was it his ear? Oscar’s expression must have been obvious because the man’s face flushed red. “I just lost this memory, and I was hoping it’d be here. I obviously don’t remember, but something is nagging at me to find it.” hands weaved around; perhaps it was trying to crochet.

“If you sold it, it has most likely been bought. From there, I can’t help you.” The man looked more perplexed the more Oscar spoke. The capsules stayed in their confines, almost bursting at the seams with a new customer, hoping that he would buy them. “No, no. It was stolen. I just need your help to find it, please. I know it’s not far from here. You're the most experienced person that I can go to.”

Did Oscar ever say that the man’s eyes looked like the pond of waterlilies from Claude Monet? Or that his hair shone as brightly as the golden sun? His mind yearned to fill this in a capsule for him to view over and over again and to no one else. What is there truly to lose when Oscar gets to spend more time with the good looking man?

Yet before Oscar could mutter another word, his precious glass door was slammed with much force. A woman in her mid-twenties had ripped out the capsules from her compartment in record time. The capsules in piles were enough for Oscar to realise that there were numerous capsules. Way more than one should have. She turned to Oscar with a desperate look in her eyes. “Please, just watch one of them. I beg you, wake up from this nightmare." The woman pleaded with unshed tears that clung onto her eyes like a lifeline. She casted a quick glance back at the two men before rushing off, once again harshly shutting Oscar's glass door.

What the fuck?

Oscar looked back at the man, who looked as confused as he was. The man huffed out a laugh as he walked towards the counter, towards Oscar. For once, Oscar felt relieved, like a puppet without its strings. “I’m Logan." the man held out his hand tentatively. "Oscar," and who was to reject such a man's warm hand? The golden sun spun again, dimming its light once more. But it never felt so bright in Oscar’s life before.

Usually, it meant no harm watching someone else's memory. So why was Oscar feeling as if he was going to pop like a cork on a shaken up champagne bottle? He gripped one of the capsules in his hands as he looked back towards Logan. The light shone onto his face, bringing more shadows that brought out the colours of his eyes. "Well, even if it was barely 1 hour of meeting you," Logan spoke, his hand twirling his half of the capsule. "It was nice to spend my time with you."

"Even if I didn't help you find the boy?"

"Even if you didn't help me find the boy."

Logan's seemingly golden hair shimmered for the last time. If they were unlucky enough to be killed by this capsule.

"Even if you were the boy himself." Logan muttered, his voice barely audible to anyone else. His breath fanned over his knuckles as he held the capsule tightly. "What?" Oscar turned to him. He never changed at all. Logan shook his head and gave his all time smile.

Once the capsule was inside their compartment of memories, they found themselves floating almost. It was never like this when someone rewatched another person's memory. Never. Why were they feeling as if they had been thrown back? Maybe they should have just stayed in the shop and ignored the woman's request. If only Oscar had closed the shop earlier, he didn't have to feel as if he was nearing the doorstep of death.

And, if-

Huh.

"What was I going to say again?" Oscar muttered, his head pounding and so was his heart. Something clawed at his mind of remember something, something important. Was it a memory or a thought? Either way, it must've not been important if he had forgotten it in the first place.

His sole collided with the asphalt, nearly tripping. The smell of rubber filled the place with engines roaring to life. Tires left imprints on the track, engraving their existence into the ground, reminding that they could not be defeated easily. The karts laid proudly on the ground, zooming off into the distance as they conquered each lap. Oscar looked up as he barely caught himself.

Logan.

The American boy who was stealing Oscar's attention from the start, ruining his focus on each race in the track. Oscar would gladly be last if it meant that he could see Logan thriving. Wouldn't it be a good time to make friends with him?

Oscar ran as fast as his feet could take him, which was relatively slow, towards Logan. Maybe it was just the lighting but Logan's eyes seemed to grow brighter when he took notice of Oscar.

"Hi, I'm Oscar. You're Logan, right?" Oscar asked, his hands reached out in hopes that he could form a bond that transcends through time and reality. "Yeah." His stupidly yet adoring American accent warped its way through Oscar's ears and brought a tune sweeter than sugar. His hands were outreached and soon, his hand was sort of in a hug with Oscar's.

"Have we met before? You seem familiar." Logan grinned, shaking their intertwined hands up and down like a ride in a theme park. "Maybe." Oscar replied, his hands going numb. Logan did look familiar, as if Oscar had talked to Logan before. Even if it was the case, Oscar didn't mind meeting Logan again and again and again.