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summary . . . After the Dutch Grand Prix, Logan wants nothing more than comfort. Oscar is the first person to be there for him, reassuring him that everything will be fine.

request . . . yes!

word count . . . 0.6k

warnings . . . cursing

alexavia yaps . . . so sorry this took so long!! i didn't really know what to write so i just yapped </3 hope you like this!!

Logan knew what his fate would be as soon as he hopped out of the flaming car. He was going to be dropped. He knew that, James knew that, everyone at Williams knew that.

He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He wanted to be mad and to punch the walls of his driver's room, but he couldn't. He was frozen on his couch, his eyes threatning to spill with tears, his throat paining from holding back the urge to sob.

His Formula One career was over, and this time, it wasn't just a threat or exaggeration. It really was over. He had fallen short of the mark, again.

And as he sat there, his limbs too heavy and his happiness gone, he thought of the one person who would be able to cheer him up. The one person that would make everything alright.

Oscar Piastri.

Oscar, the name brought him comfort, reassuring him that there was someone who cared for him. One person who didn't give a fuck if he performed well or if he scored points or not.

His best friend.

Logan heard his footsteps before he heard his voice, calling out for him. Here, Logan had muttered quietly, so quietly he could barely hear himself. He just wanted Oscar to be there.

And then Oscar was there, his eyes full of pity and sorry. But Logan didn't want his pity, he wanted his comfort.

 He wanted his hugs, even though they were awkward. 

He wanted his comfortable words, even though most times he never knew what to say.

He just wanted his presence.

Just wanted him to be there for him.

"And you know, it's really fucking unfair. You've driven so well this season and James taking this away from you is unfair," Oscar spoke, his voice stern. His hands kept going around, as if he was presenting something. "You're going to go to Indycar and show these motherfuckers how good you are. Everything will be fine."

"Really? You're sure?" Logan said, uncertain. It was probably Oscar trying to comfort him, Logan was 98% sure that Oscar didn't mean what he said.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" He shifted his body, now facing Logan. "You did so well in F2, and you did so well in your rookie season. And FYI, the Williams car is shit."

Logan laughed, an emotionless cold laugh. Oh, how the tables have turned. From being in the best team in F2, to joining a back-marker team in F1.

Logan was happy for Oscar, he really was. Mclaren was a great team and Logan was really happy that Oscar didn't join Alpine. But he just didn't understand why.

Why couldn't have Logan joined a top team? Why is he not good enough? Why is he a failure?

"Logan, I know what you're thinking. Me joining Mclaren was a case of right timing. You have amazing skill, and James is a fucking idiot to not see that. You're still new to this, so please stop thinking so bad of yourself. You're not shit."

Oscar always made him feel like he had worth. He always made him feel like he was something. He made him feel special.

And he knew Oscar wouldn't let anyone take that away from him. He knew that Oscar would burn down the Williams garage if he had to.

But maybe, he might need to sometime.

Logan's face broke out into a smile, his body finding Oscar's in a hug. Here, everything felt right, even if everything was wrong outside the door.

For now, he was going to cherish this moment. He tightened his grip on Oscar, his eyes closing and a sigh escaping his mouth.

He wasn't going to let anyone take this away from him.

Even if it meant the end of his career.

summary . . . Esteban Ocon and Daniel Ricciardo were always stuck together, as if joined by the hip. But then what happens when Daniel leaves for Mclaren, drifting away from Esteban?

request . . . yes!

word count . . . 475

warnings . . . angst?

notes . . . this is my first time writing a request so it isn't that good! i didn't know what to write about so i just randomly wrote stuff! hope you like it anon <3

Esteban has always admired Daniel, from when he first started at Red Bull until he became his teammate at Renault.

The day Esteban found that Daniel would become his teammate, he nearly fainted. One of his long-time heros would be racing alongside him, in the same team.

It didn't take long for them to start getting closer, as if they were pulled together by some magnetic force. The chemisty between them was undeniable, everyone could see it.

Every day was spent together, they never did something without the other. They told everything to each other, not hiding anything.

It was obvious that there was more to them than being friends. A blind person would be able to tell that they weren't just friends.

In every interview they did, they always managed to talk about the other. They could be asked a question about the car pace, but will always somehow mention the other.

"We have Renault driver Daniel Ricciardo here with us! Daniel, can you tell us about whether you're confident about the car?" The reporter says, his eyes wide with admiration.

"I am very confident about the car, it seems good so far. And obviously, Esteban and I will do a great job. The team is sure that we'll be in the points. Esteban is also a great driver, can't fumble with his driving." Daniel answers, his head nodding with that signature grin on his face.

At the end of 2020, Daniel signed with Mclaren. He couldn't bring himself to tell Esteban, it would break everything between them.

Eventually, Esteban found out. He was mad, disappointed. How could Daniel do such a big thing and not tell him? Surely, Esteban would tell Daniel if the same thing happened to him.

They were best friends after all.

It was 2022 now, the news of Mclaren dropping Daniel spread like wildfire. Esteban knew it would've happened, Oscar had told him.

He told him how he'd signed with Mclaren. He'd told him how they were going to drop Daniel.

Esteban didn't know how to feel. One side of him felt happy, that's what you get for not telling me. And the other side of him felt sorrow, Daniel won't be in Formula 1 next season.

Daniel had called Esteban the next day, just before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. He'd sobbed on the phone and told him about how he missed him, how he was wrong and how he wanted that friendship back.

Esteban had listened to him, he felt sorry and pity for Danny. But  he was hurt, paining. Esteban was greatly affected by Daniel leaving Renault.

His performance had changed, he stopped scoring points, his cheerful demanour had changed into a sorrowful, depressed one.

He wanted Daniel back, he really did. But their friendship was gone forever, never to be healed back again.

Esteban hung up the phone, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Danny was gone, out of his reach.

im making a smau based on sweetest pie by dua lipa and megan thee stallion (not really like BASED on it like idk how to say js oike inspired idk)

faceclaim is dua lipa ofc my queen (its an x singer!reader)

and idk who should be the li so i need help !! (first three are only li's with no platonic and the other 4 are obvs with platonic)