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Deserve Better
Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Latina! Reader
Summary: Y/N comforts Logan after the news
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: with Logan leaving, should I still write for him?
Y/N was waiting for Logan in their hotel room when he came back with a frown.
“Aw Logan, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there but I watched the race, I’m sorry about the fire.” Y/N said, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek.
“It’s not that, babe. It’s just that…James dropped me.” Logan said and Y/N pulled away from the hug to look Logan in the eyes.
“What? How can he do that? I mean, CAN he do that? I don’t think it’s fair to the driver he’s replacing you with either. Like Carlos is already set for driving next year, it would be pointless for him to drop you. Did something happen?” Y/N asked, so concerned about her boyfriend.
“My crashes cost the team a lot of money, this race was the final straw, I guess. I tried really hard, you know?” Logan said.
“He did pull you out of Formula 2 before you were ready.” Y/N said. “If anything, it’s Vowels’s fault. You were learning as you were starting F1. You deserve a better team and a better team principal, maybe IndyCar will be your chance to do better and prove to people you are a better driver that F1 made you out to be.”
“I know you’re right but it’s still disheartening, you know? I won’t be with Oscar anymore, my one friend on Motorsport, and I know I could have done better.” Logan said.
“I know, príncipe. And you will be better in IndyCar and will have so many more fans rooting for you. But I’ll be your number 1.” Y/N said.
“I know you will, baby. Thank you for being my rock.” Logan kisses her.
The End
Hope y’all liked it
All-American Bitch
Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: Y/N decides to help her super patriotic boyfriend celebrate the Fourth of July 🇺🇸
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: i love my American boy but this is very short
When Y/N lived in the states, her aunt would host a barbecue. Unfortunately, Y/N now lived in England, there are no other Americans besides her beloved boyfriend and he’s racing this weekend.
“Hey babe, you coming to the paddock with me?” Logan asked, kissing her.
“Ooh, I can’t, sorry, principe.” Y/N said.
“Aww come one, it’s the Fourth of July, I need to have another American with me.” Logan pouted.
“Amor, I can’t. What will I do there?” Y/N asked,
“Okay, fine, I’ll go by myself. I love you.” Logan said, kissing her goodbye.
“I love you too.” Y/N said. Once Logan left the apartment, Y/N got to cooking. Now of course back home she didn’t eat the traditional American food on the Fourth of July so yesterday she called Logan’s mother to ask what would they eat.
So the whole time Logan was gone, Y/N made macaroni salad, potato salad, she bought burger buns and hotdog buns, the pack that’s 4 each, she already had the hotdogs, she bought burger meat, chips, avocados to make guacamole, frosting, she bought everything so Logan could celebrate the holiday. She even made cupcakes and cake pops, she has never felt more white American in her life. When Y/N got home, she put on a pair of blue Jean shorts, a red crop top, and a white cowboy hat with matching boots she had purchased when she went to Mexico, she looked herself in the mirror.
“Logan better fucking love for this.” Y/N said. She was finishing frosting the cupcakes when Logan entered the apartment.
“Honey I’m home.” Logan said and he was shocked when he saw the food she made. “You made burgers?” Logan asked.
“Of course I did, it’s the Fourth of July and since you’re so patriotic, you have to celebrate it as such. Especially when you’re racing in Silverstone. So how do you want your burger?” Y/N asked.
“With everything,” logan said,
“You got it, cowboy.” Y/N replied. “Served yourself so macaroni salad or potato salad, your mom sent me her recipe so I hope it’s just as good.” Y/N said. Logan did just that.
“Wow, it’s really good.” Logan said. Y/N began cooking the meat, grabbed the bun, and started making Logan’s burger. When she gave it to him, she sad down, served herself macaroni salad and some fries. “You’re not gonna eat a burger?”
“I Don’t like burgers, that was more for you. However this.” Y/N pointed to the dessert and guacamole. “Is more for me. I grew up just eating the hotdogs with rice, but it’s fine.”
“I love you so much, thank you for doing this for me.” Logan said.
“Of course, Amor. I hope you appreciate this outfit.” Y/N said.
“Oh you know I do, baby.” Logan said, kissing her. He took a bite of his burger. “This is so good, I love your cooking.”
“You just love burgers.” Y/N said.
“That I do. But these cupcakes are so cute, it’s our little Fourth of July party.” Logan said.
“Exactly. We could keep this up all weekend if you want.” Y/N said.
“Ooh, love to, my trainer would kill me though.” Logan said. Once he finished his plate, he took a bite of the cake pops and was surprised by the inside. “It’s red, white, and blue!” Logan exclaimed excitedly
“I have never been more patriotic in my life, Logan, I hope you know that.” Y/N said.
“I know babe, but seriously, thank you.” Logan kissed her
“Anytime.” Y/N replied.
The End
Hope y’all liked it! I had to do something for Logan, it is his weekend after all. It was short and silly but I thought it was kinda cute ☺️
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Where Is It?
Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: Y/N gets tired of Logan asking where things are
Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: Inspired by a scene from The King of Queens, this is my first Logan Sargeant Fanfic
Logan has been dating his girlfriend, Y/N, since his Formula 2 days, he has been living with Y/N since he started Formula 1, moved into her apartment, and yet Logan keeps asking where things are. At first it was fine but it started getting out of hand.
1st Week Living Together
Logan wanted to make Y/N breakfast but he didn't know where anything was. He didn't want to mess anything up so he went into the living room.
"Baby, where's the waffle iron?" Logan asked. Y/N looked at him
"Oh, it's in the pantry, here." Y/N got off the couch, walked into the kitchen, and opened the pantry. "So i keep the pancake mix on this shelf next to the syrup, the waffle iron is in this drawer along the base of the blenders if you wanted to make yourself a smoothie. The blenders should be on this shelf, okay." Y/N said, pointing to everything, showing Logan where everything was.
"Okay, thank you, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Logan said.
"Aw, thank you, mi principe." Y/N said, kissing his cheek.
2nd Week
Logan was tryng to open a package but he couldn't find scissors.
"Honey, where are the scissors?" Logan shouted from the living room.
"Check the cupboard in the living room! should be in the drawer next to my sewing machine!" Y/N yelled from their bedroom.
"Thank you!" Logan shouted when he found them and opened his package.
6 Months
Logan came back from his morning run (I’m guessing) and he wanted to make a smoothie. He took a quick shower and entered the kitchen where he slaw Y/N making herself eggs. Logan kissed her and started pulling out the protein powder, frozen fruits, milk, but he was missing something.
“Babe, where’s the blender?” Logan asked, Y/N flipped her egg, and turned around to look at Logan.
“Where do you think it is, principe?” Y/N asked.
“I have no idea, that’s why I’m asking you.” Logan said, Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled it out for him. “Here you go.” Y/N said, going back to the stove to serve the egg on her plate.
Present Day
Y/N was in the dining room, using the table to make a custom corset that someone ordered from her. When she finished pinning the pattern to the fabric, she got out her fabric scissors to cut it when Logan came in.
“Honey, where are the…? Oh, can I use the scissors when you’re done?” Logan asked.
“No! These are my fabric scissors, use the other ones.” Y/N said.
“That’s what I came here for, to ask you where the scissors are.” Logan said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.
“No puede ser, we have been living together for 1 and a half and you still don’t know where the scissors are?” Y/N asked. Logan shook his head. “The scissors are in the same place they have always been, I have never moved it once, and yet you keep asking me where they are. Not to mention the blender, the waffle iron, the pens, your keys. I’ll tell you what, cariño, I have been a tour guide in my own apartment long enough. Too many precious moments have been wasted showing you where things are, just learn! Learn! Or at least actually look for them before you ask me. I mean, what if I was on vacation? How would you make your protein smoothies? How would you make waffles? How you cut anything ever again? Would you just sit here weeping and soiling yourself until somebody came in to help you. No you wouldn’t, you would *gasp* remember where something is. Now, just this once, find where the scissors are, come on, I know you can do it, you’re a smart boy, Amor.”
“I’m not a golden retriever, Y/N.” Logan said.
“TikTok disagrees. Now again, where are the scissors?” Y/N said. Logan stopped for a second, trying to remember where Y/N said they were before. He walked into the living room and Y/N followed behind him observing. “Well, you’re on the right room” Logan nodded, he was off to a great start. He walked to the cupboard and opened a drawer.
“I got ‘em.” Logan said, showing Y/N the scissors.
“You got ‘em. That wasn’t so hard, right, mi vida?” Y/N asked him.
“Not really, no.” Logan responded.
“Good boy.” Y/N walked into the dining room to cut the fabric and Logan followed her. As Y/N was cutting the fabric, she felt Logan staring at her. “What do you need now, Logan?”
“Tape.” Logan responded,
“Oh que la…” Y/N said rubbing her temples. “Just look for them.” Y/N responded as calmly as she can. Logan left and she continues to cut the fabric. When he finished cutting out the pieces, Logan came back with tape in his hands. “Finally!”
“I’m sorry that I keep asking you where things are.” Logan said.
“I accept your apology. Now leave me alone for the next few hours, I gotta sew this together.” Y/N said,
“You got it.” Logan said, kissing Y/N before going to their bedroom.
The End