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18 | aus

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— ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 – ☆ masterlist | requesting rules © written by furythebiologist, i do not consent to any of my work being published elsewhere or by anyone else

&& formula one drivers. ‘charles leclerc. ‘lando norris. ‘max verstappen ‘carlos sainz. ‘pierre gasly. ‘logan sargeant. ‘oscar piastri

&& tv shows. ‘peter sutherland.

&& uk youtubers. ‘george clarkey. ‘chrisMD. ‘w2s.

& soccer players. ‘pedri gonzalez. ‘jude bellingham. ‘trent alexander-arnold

&& motogp drivers. ‘fabio quartararo.

[ashraf-family2]

Hello,,

My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.

My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.

Our beautiful memories.. :(

We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.

Baker used to play with his dog.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

Donate to Hope for Gaza: Support Ashraf's Family Rebuild Their Lives, organized by Ashraf Alanqar

Hello,, My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old.… Ashraf Alanqar needs your support for Hope for Gaza: Support Ashraf's Family

With deepest gratitude,

Ashraf & the Family

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Hope you're doing all good!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hiiiii thank you for asking i am 😋 hopefully i can start posting soon since hsc szn is about to end 🫶🏾 but thank you for asking, hope you’re good as well

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Pssst, hey, cutie. I just wanted to let you know that whenever I click any of the links on your master list, they don’t work. I’m not sure if you changed your name and that’s why the links don’t work or the links just suck ass, but they no longer work for me.

hiii, yes it’s cause i changed my name, i’ll fix it asap !!

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anymore logan content?! 🥹 just had to reread everything you’ve done on him, you write him best 🫶🫶🫶

yes definetely more coming!! i’m just currently studying for my hsc so i’m not writing right now, and thank you!

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do you write for harry lewis?

i do!

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ANGELIC: CARLOS SAINZ | SITUATIONSHIP && i don’t wanna be your friend.

A YEAR AND HALF OF A RELATIONSHIP WITH NO LABELS. you both did the relationship thing, the dates, the holding hands, the kissing and the spending nights at each other’s flats during each other’s respective holidays (not that you got much as a studying law student). carlos preferred the greek sea breeze during the quiet seasons in contrast to your love for the spanish heat, you two were polar opposites. perfect for each other, truly. the past year had been great, you enjoyed the sense of freedom that came with your ‘situationship’ but carlos wanted comfort and stability, and he was getting older. he wanted to settle down. but you wanted pain, youthful indulgence and fun. but you both couldn’t let each other go. soul tied, as your friend lightly put it.

carlos was laying on stomach in your bedroom in your grandmas villa, the greece sun slipping into through the open window onto his exposed back. soft snores filled the room as you ran your fingers softly through his hair, scrolling through instagram absentmindedly. you felt carlos stir as you lightly caressed the side of his face. you missed him. this would be only week where you both would be able to see each other, free of any kind of responsibility. carlos took your mind of things. him and his gorgeous brown eyes. you missed him and the smell of his aftershave clinging to your clothes and blankets. he was an angel sleeping beside you.

you were getting attached again, you were well aware of it. but you couldn’t help yourself. carlos knew how to keep you wanting and you did too. you both played a game of cat and mouse. “sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep.” carlos murmured against your stomach, pressing light feathery kisses. you giggled at the feeling. he tilted his head upwards, his hands intertwining with yours as you placed your phone down beside you. “this is nice.” he commented softly, “maybe i should come to greece more than you come to madrid.”

you shocked your head in amusement. “no way,” you teased, your cheeks burning (you’d blame it on the heat he radiated) as you turned your gaze towards the open door. your grandmas and grandpas laughter filtering in and out of the house mixed with a soft blend of old 60s songs. the house smelt of spices, lemon and vinegar. a homey feel that carlos couldn’t get enough of. “summer in madrid is unparalleled. like i’d miss that.” carlos rolled of you, making himself comfortable before pulling you into his arms. you happily wrapped yourself tighter around him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and placing a gentle kiss. you felt him shudder.

you both laid there in silence before your mind started to wander. and so did carlos’ too. to a future where you both either in spain or greece, it didn’t matter. you both were older, two or three mini sainz’s running around the house, an apron tied around your waist and flour in carlos’ hair. a perfect figure with you, he wouldn’t trade that for the world. how could he? he had an angel by his side most nights and most days, someone who he could proudly call his. to him you were the most beautiful girl in the world, everything he was looking for and more. how could he say no? and the same went for you. your family adored carlos, they saw his as the son they never had. and he was truly angelic to you. in all your years of being alive, nobody had treated you the way carlos did. carlos would lasso the moon and pull down white hot stars if it meant he’d see you smile and the corner of your eyes crinkle in excitement (he’d suggest that it brought him more joy than being in a bright red car every weekend, but most things did. but most things didn’t compare to you). but it was wishful thinking.

“i think we should talk.” carlos interrupted and he felt you stiffen in his arms. you knew what this talk was about. you had this talk almost every three months on the dot. whether you both be with each other or on the phone, it didn’t matter. you should’ve dropped carlos by now, you knew deep down you couldn’t commit. but the thing was that it wasn’t that you couldn’t but you wouldn’t. despite the perfect treatment you from a man who spoiled you rotten, you were scared. you didn’t want to lose what you had with carlos. and that chance increased tremendously the moment you put a title on your relationship. people would start to judge even more than they already did. public eyes scrutinised every visit you made the paddock, asking why you hadn’t put a label on anything and what you two were. your family and his had as well. you both were so embedded into each other’s life, why wouldn’t you want to make it official?

you pulled back and glanced at his soft eyes. they were so beautiful. perfectly found and always filled with love. carlos never looked at you with anything less. “no,” you said abruptly. “we don’t.” you slipped out of his embrace, hopping out of bed and heading towards the backyard. carlos was hot on your tail. “carlos, we do this so often. you already know the answer.”

“why not?” he shot back, a tinge of hurt in his voice. you thought he would’ve gotten used to it by now. you cupped his cheeks softly, sending him a sad smile. “we’ve been ‘going out’ for well over a year. i know your family and you know mine. you come on family trips, your at the paddock whenever you can, you’re even wearing a promise ring i gave you! i spend all my holidays with you and i’ve introduced you to my friends.” carlos said gripping your wrists. you dropped your hands by your side, stepping outside into your open backyard and focusing your gaze on the flawless view of the sea. that always calmed you when you were stressed. and right now, your stress levels were through the roof. you thought you would’ve gotten used to this conversation by now, both of you repeating the same things every time. “so, why not?” carlos said firmly, raising his voice slightly spinning you back around to face him.

you huffed loudly. how were you supposed to explain to carlos that you were afraid to in a way you hadn’t before? carlos was the sunshine in your life of midnight rain, and you didn’t want to bring that to him. he deserved much better. and you were so afraid. so horrified that you would ruin whatever you had. whatever was working so well between you both. “don’t raise your voice at me.” you said equally as firmly, running your fingers through your hair exasperatedly. “carlos.. i just cant, okay?” the words sounded pathetic and meek coming out your mouth.

“no. there has to be a reason. tell me the reason.” you could feel the frustration and anger radiating off him in waves. “this is ridculous!” he exclaimed, his spanish accent breaking through strongly. “we’ve been going at this for a year and a half. and you don’t want to be my girlfriend? explain it to me please.” carlos begged, flashing his big brown eyes pleading.

“didnt you tell me you didn’t want to rush into things?”

carlos looked at you incredulously. “rush into things? corazón, do i have to repeat myself. it’s been a year and a half?” a shocked laugh bubbled out of his throat as he sat down on the straw loveseat. “how much slower do we have to go?” he questioned, pulling you in between his legs. you avoided his desperate gaze. you let a sigh pass from your lips. he was making your knees feel weak and your head feel heavy. you despised this feeling.

“okay carlos i’m scared, okay?” your voice cracked. “i don’t want to ruin what we have. i’m scared that when we start dating, you’ll get sick of me or something. i don’t want to lose you.” carlos pulled you down into his lap, his hand resting on your thigh as he used his other free hand to pull you into a kiss. a gentle and long, but sweet, kiss. you felt butterflies like you did the first time you kissed him. you let your hands rest gently on his cheeks as one of his hands held the side of your thigh and the other used your waist to pull you closer. deeper into the kiss.

carlos pulled away breathlessly, resting his forehead on yours. your noses brushing against each other. “you’ll never lose me, i promise.” he confessed, drawing circles into your exposed back with his soft finger. “i love you too much to ever let myself lose you.”

“you love me?” you giggle, pulling him back into a short kiss. and another one. and another. and another after that. “tell me that you love me again.” carlos complied happily, his hands moving to your side as he blurred out numerous i love yous at once. breathless, you managed to push his hands away from you as you now laid sprawled across the couch, your legs still atop of his. “was that you officially asking me to be your girlfriend?” you teased, your chest rising and falling at an steady pace now.

“it was.”

you smiled dreamily. “i should’ve said yes sooner.”

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Don’t know if you’re aware, but

https://www.tumblr.com/furythebiologist/721544371692044288/friendly-harry-w2s-lewis

In the second paragraph you said drinking you drinks instead of bringing you drinks. I don’t know if you care, but I wanted to lyk

thank you 😂😂 i never proofread my stuff and just post it’s such a bad habit, thank you though

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YOU DID NOT FLEABAG US WITH OSCAR, THAT FIC WAS SO GOOD 😭😭. - ✨

AND DID 😁😁 that scene makes me so emo but thank you 🫶🏾🫶🏾

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IT’LL PASS

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IT’LL PASS: OSCAR PIASTRI | RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME && ‘to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides’

it’s night time, and the soft sounds of the rain falling against the asphalt is soothing to your ears. you sneak out to the veranda, a soft blanket encompassing your whole being as you brush your hair out of your face. solitude is nice, and the smell of rain is a stress-relief. no more air filled with flavoured smoke, the smell of liquor on peoples breaths and people getting too handsy with you. it’s just you, the rain, and this creaking swing. and this blanket. you can’t forget your blanket.

you weren’t sure how long you zoned out for, but the rain got heavy and thunder bellowed out. you felt a dip in the cushion beside you, and you turned your head slightly to see a brunette boy nursing a beer. his face gave it away, he wasn’t much of a drinker. “why’re you sitting out here alone?” he asked, his voice drawing you out of your trance. his accent was nice, much nicer than yours. it was that melbourne dialect. made them sound posh. “it’s a chilly out here, hey?”

you smiled gently at his concern. “i’m fine, oscar.” you said softly. your voice gave him chills. and he was thankful for the dim lighting that hide the blush across his cheeks. “it’s too stuffy in there, the music made my head hurt.” you confessed, scooting over tk rest your head on his shoulder. oscar felt his body relax. the smell of your cinnamon and coconut flavoured perfume wafted around him. he felt his brain go numb as he slowly lifted his hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair out of your face.

you both sat in silence for a while, feet swinging as your hands inched near each other. “oscar?” you asked l quietly.

“yeah?” he responded back quickly, his heart beating in his chest. you moved off his shoulder, turning your head to face him. you shot him a sad smile, your eyes glossing over.

“i wish we could’ve worked.” you confessed, now finally grabbing his hand. oscar took a sharp breath, looking away from your eyes to his feet. “i really did love- i really do still love you.” the correction made his heart stop, he was sure you could see his heart beating out of his chest. leaving an imprint on his chest.

oscar leaned forward, and you didn’t waste a second in connecting your lips. you let the blanket slip from around your shoulders as his hands went your waist and his went to your face. oscar could taste your marshmallow flavoured chapstick and you could taste the beer on his lips. you both pull away and he presses a soft kiss to your nose.

you rested your head on his shoulder again. “don’t do this. this isn’t fair.” his voice broke as his eyes focused on the dimly lit street and the swaying trees. silence wrapped itself around you both, unsaid words left hanging in the air. “i love you too.” you smiled at his confession, squeezing his hand and placing a light, feathery kiss to his cheek. you stood up, bundling the blanket under your arm and letting your hands slowly fall from each other as you heard to the front door. oscar eyes never left your retreating form. your love for him was left in that kiss.

“it’ll pass.”

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See on your 'girl in the pub' fic, what was in the piece of paper that the reader gives Chris? ☺️ it's one of my favourites !!

it’s her (or your) number and her name 😁😁 and thank you love!!

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Enjoy this photo of ls02 🫡🫡

oh my days 😭😭 williams knows what they’re doing

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OMGGGG just read the logan headcannon and istg i almost fell out of bed but i noticed there was this one part where you said you can imagine the reader and logan breaking up then getting back together, do you think you can do a imagine on that? basically angst to fluff? if you can thatll be amazing!! Keep up the awesome work 🫶🫶

WE’VE GONE FAR | LOGAN SARGEANT. ‘we ain’t angry at you, love.’

when you and logan break up over something trivial, but happy endings are always in sight. at least you hope?

warnings + authors note | none but like i’ve everything i’ve written this is not proofread sooo

“I CAN’T JUST STOP MY LIFE FOR YOU.” YOU SHOUTED, STOPPING WITH BUNDLED UP CLOTHES IN YOUR HAND. logan looked at you in disbelief, blocking the door with his body. you watched as he moved quickly towards you, trying to empty out your suitcase as you quickly filled it back up. “logan, no.” you said firmly, grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving. “i’m going. we can always try long distance it will work.” you assured, staring up at him with pleading eyes.

logan frowned, sitting on the edge of your bed as he pulled you between his legs. “i don’t want to lose you.” he confessed. his hands ran up the sides of your arm delicately. “i can take care of you, i’ve got a seat with williams- you won’t have to pay for anything. just be by my side.” he begged, turning your face back towards him when you glanced at his suitcase.

“i can’t.” you said firmly, moving out of his grasp.

logan stood up and scoffed, watching as you finished packing your suitcase and zipped it up. “so you’re picking your career over me?” you almost laughed. as if he wasn’t asking you seconds ago to choose him instead of this amazing opportunity you’ve waited your whole life for. an opportunity that would transform your life. “you said-”

you placed your suitcase down on the wooden floor aggressively, turning around to face him with a deep frown on your face. “i know what i said.” you sighed, dropping your head into your hands. “but you can’t ask me to choose. it isn’t fair, why can’t i have both?” you cried out, sinking back onto your bed. your head was hurting and logan was just about to give you a heart attack.

it wasn’t fair, right? you’ve seen plenty of other girlfriends or wives of other athletes have a career and spend time with their boyfriend, so why couldn’t you? it’s not like you guys had some drastically different relationship. at the end of the day you were both girlfriend and boyfriend, just with highly demanding careers. careers that had you both separated from each other for periods of times.

“it wouldn’t work!” logan exclaimed. pacing across your shared bedroom. “it’s too difficult, we’d have 0 time to see each other. i can’t survive off of 30 minute calls with you.” he said, stopping in front of you, cupping his hand on your cheek. “please.”

you shook your head, grabbing his hand with your own. “you can’t ask me to do this.” you spoke quietly, looking down towards your pink fluffy socks. “would you give up your seat for me?” you questioned. the look logan tried so miserably to hide have your answer away. if he wouldn’t give up his seat, then why should you drop your career? the whole situation was stupid and you hated that the morning of your departure you got into an argument.

“that’s not fair.” he frowned, “you know how hard i’ve worked for this.”

you scoffed, pushing your three suitcases out of the room hastily. you needed to get away from logan. “and i haven’t worked hard for my career?” you exclaimed, your eyes blurring from your tears of frustration. “how long have i spent studying? how many hours have i dedicated? all the part time jobs in the same field, just to get an opportunity like this?” you exclaimed, trying to keep your voice from raising. your hand slipped to your heart, and you could feel it trying to jump out from your chest. logan stood in front of you, mouth permanently twisted into a frown.

“i guess it’s done then. pack up your car.” you were sure you felt your heart shatter. he didn’t even want to try to work things out? you moved your suitcases towards the door and picked up your carry-on. you could feel his eyes on the back of your head as you rushed in and out of the door.

walking back inside, you positioned yourself in front of logan. you were fighting hard to keep the tears from flowing. “you didn’t even want to try?” your voice cracked, as you shoved your house keys into logan’s chest. his gaze remained fixed above you, the only sign of life being his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “why couldn’t you be more supportive? we could’ve tried.” your voice not only cracked but it wavered, a tear rolling down your cheeks.

“goodbye, y/n.” you bit your lip. no i love you? no eye contact? no attempt at resolving such a simple situation? a two year relationship down the drain. in that very moment, you hovered in your spot, giving him a chance to take back what he said. but he didn’t. so you turned your back and headed out the door, your heart breaking as the fresh spring ever greeted you outside. and you left, leaving the apartment you shared in the past. logan didn’t even care, he didn’t run outside to change his mind, he didn’t look at you. he ended it like it was nothing. like you were nothing.

you thought you at least deserved the decency to at least have a proper goodbye.

YOU SPENT THE FIRST THREE MONTHS IMMERSED IN YOUR WORK, AVOIDING ALL ANY NEWS RELATED TO FORMULA ONE AND LOGAN’S PERFORMANCE. but the next six months hit you like a brick, and you found yourself stalking his accounts, wondering what he was up to, who he was seeing and how he was doing. you cried often during these six months, how did he move on so fast? he kept the photos up of you which added to your sadness. sometimes you found yourself looking at them before you went to sleep.

you felt pathetic, and your friends had tried their hardest to get you to leave your room for reasons besides work. you missed logan and it was incredibly obvious. nine months in a city, a new apartment, around the same people and some new people too but you felt empty. this wasn’t how you were supposed to spend your years. rotting away in your room and only leaving to get something to eat or to head to a place that provided you temporary solace. you could hardly even enjoy your new job.

you had no clue how your friends managed to get you to dress up and get ready for a night out. but there you were, sitting in the some guy’s reserved lounge that your friends managed to flirt themselves into. you could barely even bring yourself to drink, nursing a cup of ice cold water and munching on free chips. you needed some air, desperately. brushing past people and ignoring the calls from your friends, you regretted even coming out. a nice few episodes of some sitcom and a bottle of bubbly was calling your name.

“sorry!” you exclaimed, bouncing off somebody. you felt warms grab yours before you could even look up. you knew who it was by his cologne. nine months and he still wore the same cologne that you bought him? you thought he would’ve scrapped it. that’s what you would’ve done. maybe the memories weren’t as painful to him as they were for you.

“y/n?” you slipped out of his arms and hurried out of the club doors, ignorant to the fact that he was following quickly behind you. he chased after you, calling your name as you stopped suddenly. he barley managed to stop himself from colliding into your back.

you spun around, your eyes devoid of any emotion. but really, you felt your heart in your throat and you fought to keep the tears within your eyes. “hi, logan.” you said lowly, your hands shakily reaching for your phone. logan knew what you were doing, his hands moving to grab yours. you shoved them quickly behind you.

“i’ll take you home.” he said softly, ignoring your furrowed brows as you shook yo ur head no. “i’m taking you home, you know i don’t like you catching ubers.”

you tried to bite back a laugh but failed miserably. “i think you lost the right to tell me what you do and don’t like the second you let me walk out of that door.” you said snarkily, and for the first time that night you finally glanced up at him. his eyes softened at your tone, and you felt guilt bubble up in your stomach. you looked towards the ground. “okay.” you gave in, you knew logan wouldn’t give up and some part of you hoped that on the way home he’d explain why it was so easy for him to give up.

you found yourself sitting awkwardly in his car, the soft sounds of whatever top hit was playing as you stared out the window. you could feel logan’s occasional glances toward you, but you tried your best to ignore the shivers it sent up your spine. you were all for ignoring him the whole way home until he pulled over, turning the car off and facing towards you. “y/n.” he started, letting out a heavy sigh. “i’ve-”

“why didn’t you try with me?” you asked, cutting him off abruptly. you watched as he sputtered. the soft yellow lights of the street lamps illuminating his slightly red cheeks. “had you always wanted to break up with me and that was the perfect time to do it?”

he shook his head quickly, rubbing a hand over his face. “i never wanted to break up with you.”

“so why did you?” you responded back quickly, not even letting a beat pass between the two of you.

logan sighed, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. you always made him nervous. “i didn’t want to lose you.” you almost held back a scoff. “i was scared. you know with long distance, you’d find someone else and realise that i wasn’t enough for you. i thought you would want someone who actually able to be there with you, you deserved better.”

you bit your lip, searching his eyes for any deceit. logan’s eyes gave everything away. that’s how you always read him so easily. “why couldn’t you have been better than?” you asked quietly, fiddling with your jewellery. the question hung in the air. “and you were never going to lose me.”

“i’m sorry i messed up.” he confessed, his eyes trading every feature on your face. “i love you.”

you groaned quietly, leaning your head back against the window. “logan.” you grumbled, closing your eyes. “you don’t mean that.”

he shook his head, hesitantly grabbing your hand that was placed on your lap. “i haven’t stopped, even after we broke up.” he was getting into your head now, and opening your eyes to see his soft gaze that he only ever had towards you was throwing your head for a spin. “it’s not been the same without you. i’ve missed you. my whole family too- my mom still asks about you.”

his mum. you loved her truly. a second mother figure to you, you’d consider her your best friend. and during times where you thought of your relationship with logan you also thought about the little dates you had with his mum, the shopping dates, the mail dates, the lunches and the brunches. you missed her just as much as you missed him. “i missed her too.” you mumbled quietly, your heart pounding out of your chest as logan traces circles lightly in your palm. “i missed you as well.”

“what was that?” logan teased, a hearty smile blossoming across his face. “i didn’t hear you.”

you covered your face in embarrassment, turning your head to the side as logan’s laughter cut through the hot midnight air. “shut up.” you said, smacking his hand gently. “i really did miss you logan, but i didn’t deserve that.”

“i know.” he said, grabbing your hands once again. “and i’m going to do everything to make up for it.”

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hii! i love your logan content, do you think i can request dating logan headcannons?:)

thank you !!

DATING LOGAN WOULD INCLUDE | LS2. ‘that’s the ways things go.’

headcannons of what it’d be like dating logan sargeant + situations you’d both find yourself in.

warnings + authors notes | none. i should be studying for trials but oh well 😍 also thank youu

➥ logan is definitely the most supportive boyfriend, especially on instagram! there’s definitely posts dedicated to you on his instagram that his social media team didn’t permit but he doesn’t care.

➥ stories of you are expected, like a lott. it’s like he’s a full time boyfriend of you and part time driver lol. it’s mainly domestic things of you, like you both cooking or you playing with any of your pets.

➥ i feel like whilst logan is public with the fact that you’re dating, he’s also really private. like your socials are private and everything but you’re both not shy to pop up with each other often. logan definitely speaks about you all the time in interviews and videos for the williams youtube account, otherwise there’s not a lot about you online.

➥ fan interactions are very minimal with you, however when there are any, it’s always positive about you. like this one time, you stopped for thirty minutes to have a chat with this major fan of logan and you managed to grant the fan’s wish to meet logan.

➥ you’re not seen often at the paddock but everybody loves to see you and logan’s mood increases tenfold. the fans love you and so does the whole team. you know it’s a good day for williams when you’re there.

➥ you’d be a fan favourite though 100%. everybody can tell how much logan cares and loves you. i don’t see logan as a major pda guy, but the simple touches on your lower back and the small occasional forehead and cheek kisses + the looks he gives you?? it’s obvious that logan is smitten.

➥ your first appearance at the paddock with logan had all the f1 gossip accounts going insane. you looked so elegant and gorgeous and the way you treated logan made you even more likeable.

➥ your first appearance was definitely at his home race, and it was like the cameras never really left you. your support for logan never wavered, always greeting him with a bright smile after his race and a good luck kiss before. it was very obvious how much you loved logan.

➥ i feel like you’d both go on dates really often, especially with how often logan is out at races. i think he likes to spoil you but not with super expensive gifts. like he’ll give you the odd few gifts that you’ll adore. like sentimental gifts that he’s sure you love.

➥ you and logan would give off the vibe that you met through mutual friends. maybe you knew one of the boys from karting and you were always there at the races? or you met at an event from a mutual event.

➥ i think you would’ve had to approach logan first and he would’ve been awkward. but after a few minutes the conversation would flow so easily and you’d both spend the whole night talking to each other.

➥ logan would forget to ask for your socials or number though because you made him so nervous. he’d find it though, definitely through some digging or harassing your friend for it. you’d find it cute and endearing though.

➥ your first date would have to be at an arcade or anything you’d enjoy. even if logan hated it, he’d pretend it was his favourite thing to make you happy though.

➥ that’s why i think logan would be such a baby around you. like even more than when’s in public. i’m talking about being super clingy, like laying his head on your lap whenever he can, cuddling on the couch, always touching you somehow whether that’s an arm around your waist or hugging you from behind.

➥ your first i love you was at a family event. logan saw how well you got along with his family and while you both were outside he just blurted it out. i feel like it would’ve major awkward silence after he said for a minute or two, with you both just staring at each other. you’d say it back soon after though and the smile on his face was unforgettable.

➥ logan is the little spoon. no further elaboration.

➥ you both have the exact same humour. literally, 100% of the time you are both pissing yourselves at a joke one of you made.

➥ logan’s favourite thing about you is your eyes which is pretty funny considering how you fail to hold eye contact with him. he just makes you so nervous but he loves to look in your eyes.

➥ unexpectedly, you are a passenger princess. however, as a compromise you are always on aux. which is so funny because how contrasting you and logan’s music taste is which both fluctuate and change depending on the day.

➥ whenever logan comes home from races, he’s 100% glued to you as aforementioned. despite you both going on a lot of dates, they’re really just home dates. dinner in your backyard, cooking dates, movie night dates, walking your dogs as a date.

➥ logan tries to learn all your hobbies so you both can do it together. he’s not really good at it, but it’s the effort that you love and the fact that he’s trying.

➥ unfortunately, i think you and logan would have a breakup 😔 however, you’d get back together. everybody knew you both were going through something. i think it’d take some time for you both to get over the situation and fully reconcile, maybe a 5-9 month break-up? it’s a long time that sucked for both of you but it was perfect for your relationship. you both got so much closer.

➥ moving onto something happier, logan’s family loves you. especially his mum. she’s wants him to propose to you asap! everytime you come over, she’s doting on you. making sure you’ve eaten, you’ve had something to drink. if it’s too hot or cold for you.

➥ if you’re not american, logan really has to strain his ear to understand you. but he ends up understanding you like it’s a second language, which leads to funny moments with his family where he essentially has to ‘translate’ what you’re saying even if it’s perfect english.

➥ you’re coming to every thanksgiving and fourth of july celebration.

➥ you may be rivaling lily and alex for cutest couple on the grid. 

➥ like i said before about logan being super clingy, i can see you both getting caught on camera being super affectionate. it’d definitely be the source of a few edits for sure and it’d circulate around twitter for days.

➥ logan is a great boyfriend, he’s definitely super considerate about your feelings and it’s likewise for you. you’d have an independent sort of relationship where you both do your own thing but support each other 100%.

[furydrafts]

VOICE OVERS | LOGAN SARGEANT. ‘you don’t know what you do to me,’

when you make a surprise guest appearance on logan’s instagram live and you steal the show, everybody realises how cute you and logan really are.

warnings + authors note | none, this was my first and most likely last attempt at a mixed social media and story?? 🤢 soz

YAWNING, LOGAN STRETCHED OUT HIS ARMS, WIPING A QUICK HAND ACROSS HIS FACE. it was the night after the race and somehow, oscar and alex managed to convince him to go out with them for drinks and clubbing. despite the exhaustion clouding his mind and begging him to stay home, he managed to convince you to come as well. if he was forced to go out, you would be too. plus, you too never really went places without each other. always having similar friend groups and being attached at the hip. sitting down between his legs, logan watched as you lethargically finished your skincare routine, his hands playing with the fluffy headband holding your hair back.

what’s he looking at

logan i love you

is he asleep?! lol

wake up!!

looking up drearily, logan’s eyes scanned over the comments. he hadn’t even realised that he was focused so intently on you, and he had forgotten that the camera was sitting on his desk. they could barely see you besides the brightly light coming out from below him. “sorry, my girlfriend is doing her makeup. say hi.” logan said, shoving the camera in your face. forcing a fake smile across your face, you croaked out a soft hi. obviously neither of you were in the mood to be getting ready to go out, and both of you were on the verge of passing out.

is that y/n?!

tell her to give us a makeup routine she always eats

my favourite non-influencer-influencer

show us y/n we dc abt u rn

a laugh bubbled out of logan’s throat as he read the comments. sliding off from the couch, logan moved his camera into a position that would fit both of you. the light shone brightly on you both, and the comments moved at a faster pace at the sight of you. comments filled with just your name and begging for a makeup routine made logan’s heart swell. it was nice to see that people loved you just as much as he loved you.

“you want a makeup routine?” you said, your voice raspy and cracking on the last word. you turned the brightness up of the lamp you moved, clearing your voice to begin. “logan tell them what i’m doing, i can’t be bothered. placing his arm on the seat of the couch behind you, you lifted up your primer first, showing it to the cameras like the MUAs you used to watch on youtube. “what’s this, logan?”

rolling his eyes in a matter-of-fact kind of way, “it’s moisturiser.” he said confidently. a smile broke out across your face matching the proud look on logan’s. really, you were just smiling at the sight of his dimples, they always gave you butterflies. “am i wrong?” his brows furrowed, watching the comments roll in about how’s that obviously primer and not lotion. “what’s the difference?”

“moisturiser provides moisture and primer just makes it easier for me to apply my makeup.” the look of confusion was evident on logan’s face and you could read his mind before he could open his mouth to speak. “no, i can’t use primer as moisturiser but i can use moisturiser as primer. but primer for me is better because it makes my makeup stay on longer and hydrate my skin.” shaking his head in disbelief, logan’s eyes never wandered from your face as you began picking up more products and putting them on. guessing and explaining each and everyone incorrectly. the look of disbelief and confusion never dropping from his face.

“why did you have to draw lines around your lips? i don’t get this.” you held back a laugh as you tried to focus intently on lining your lips. albeit, you couldn’t lean as forward as you would like considering logan’s arms had moved from around your shoulders to your waist. somehow, during the application of your falsies, logan had managed to have you sit on his lap. you weren’t complaining though, the soft kisses he placed on your shoulder were soothing. leaning back in pride, logan smiled happily at the grin on your face. you looked beautiful, as always, he just didn’t understand what the hell you were doing or why you were doing it. “why do you do this?”

“it’s fun, i’ll do your makeup soon.” you teased, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “it’s not confusing or effort at all. i do it for myself because it makes me happy and i like how i look.”

“i like how you look too.” trying to hide the flush across your cheeks, you turned your head to search for your kiko lipgloss. letting out a squeal of excitement that you hadn’t lost it for the ninth time, you held it up in front of your face proudly. “i know this.” logan said excitedly as you began applying it quickly. “it’s lipgloss.”

high fiving logan proudly, your grabbed your setting spray. “good job!” you exclaimed, giggling at the look on his face. it was almost as if he had just solved the worlds hardest puzzle in thirty minutes. “i love this lipgloss, i swear it’s literally smudge proof and it doesn’t stick to anything.” raising a brow, logan near lurched forward and pressed a kiss against your lips. barely withholding a gasp, you responded to the kiss quickly, logan’s hand moving to the back of your head before you pulled back for air.

touching his lips timidly, logan nodded his head in approval. “you’re right, it doesn’t stick to anything.” flustered, you remained seated, gaping in shock. “round two?” he proposed, as you fell of his lap. giggling, you began crawling away, holding your hands up in defense. “please? we have to make sure it doesn’t stick, i’m the best thing to test it on.” you both had completely forgotten about logan’s livestream and how around 10k people were watching.

“logan,” you giggled, pushing his face away to avoid his kisses that would most definetely ruin your makeup. “get.” you huffed out, “away from me! you’re going ruin my makeup.” logan relented from attacking your face with kisses, until his hands dropped to your sides and he began attacking your waist. your giggles and screams erupted across the hotel room, most definetely scaring some poor maid but the assault on your waist was unbearable. “please,” you gasped out, falling limp from exhaustion. “i tap out. get off me.”

slipping out from under logan, you gazed distantly into the camera, barely even moving when logan sat up and bumped into you.

wow way to make feel single guys 😀

did they forget we were here

they’re so cute bro

third wheeling again

God i’ve seen what you’ve done for others

if they break up i don’t believe in love bye

sighing loudly, you sprayed your setting spray in logan’s face, using this moment as a distraction and opportunity to finally finish your makeup. “all done!” you said breathily heavily, ignoring the coughs from your boyfriend. “now, my hair.”

“your hair?!”