#english songs app

[underwaterteeth]

“Stay Again”

Every word is gone.

I’ll wish again for that feeling to come.

But I’ve failed every time I’ve had it done.

We know, we know.

Something is stuck.

—

Love feels unreal.

It ends again because I know how I feel.

Guess it’s okay to like someone new.

We know, we know.

Something is missing.

—

I just still love you enough.

To always leave the whole world behind

And follow you like I did never mind.

As if I don’t know what we’ll find.

—

I just still love you enough.

To tell you how easy it is for me to forget.

Every hand I’ve touched and then left.

All because of the heaven I’ve met.

—

It hurts like hell.

I’ll keep on trying to figure out my brain.

Missing you is alright, so what do I gain?

We know, we know.

Everything is wrong.

—

The truth is unfair.

My endless fear got me back right there.

“I love you”, when I somehow don’t care.

We know, we know.

Everything is different.

—

I just still love you enough.

To always leave the whole world behind.

And follow you like I did never mind.

As if I don’t know what we’ll find.

—

I just still love you enough.

To tell you how easy it is for me to forget.

Every hand I’ve touched and then left.

All because of the heaven I’ve met.

—

I still love you enough.

I still love you enough.

—

At least I’ll find one more way.

I’ll let it go, and I’ll smile again.

So many nights, why do I still carry this pain?

Why do I still wish it to be hidden every day?

It hurts like hell; I don’t really know why.

But when I close my eyes,

I forget every reason why I still stay.

I can’t remember your name when I lay.

—

I hope you know that I always stay.

I’ll think of you again; I’ll always stay.

- underwaterteeth

[somebluemelodies]

you're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you achilles, it's not much but there's proof

The boat is moving before he can fully process it.

He’s moving before he can fully process it.

(They can’t leave without him.)

His legs move on their own desperate accord, and he’s only vaguely aware of two pairs of hands, one pair gripping each arm and stopping him in his tracks.

“Roier!”

“Roier, stop it!”

He struggles. Fights for his life.

(His life isn’t on the boat.)

(They can’t leave without him.)

Voices plea, but he can barely hear them over the sound of someone else yelling.

(“No! No, no, no! Cellbo! Cellbo!”)

He’s yanked back, away from the railing.

(“Cellbit! Cellbit!”)

It’s him yelling, he realizes, as his legs give out. The hands can’t catch him and he falls to the deck, communicator clattering out of reach.

Everything is blurry. So blurry. Fuzzy. He thinks he's crying. Thinks he can feel hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

But it's hard to think. Hard to hear. Hard to see. His voice goes hoarse. It cracks, breaks. His hands curl into fists in his lap as he hunches over himself.

"Mi esposo..!"

Someone crouches beside him. Maybe two people. He isn't sure. There's a hand on his back, one on his shoulder. They're saying something, but it sounds like it's underwater.

(He feels like he's underwater. Like he's drowning.)

(They're leaving without him.)

"Mi amor..."

today, of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love

[bespectacledbun]

✨️Music tag game✨️

Rules: Pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people. got tagged by @wardans and remembered oh shit I have to do this 😂

B: Bakar Bakar — Nucleya

E: Écoute Chérie — Vendredi sur Mer

S: Silk & Cologne — EI8HT & Offset

P: Praise The Lord (Da Shine) — A$AP Rocky feat. Skepta

E: Ek Ladki Ko Dekha — Kumar Sanu

C: Chocolat — Lartiste feat. Awa Imani

T: Too Many Nights — Metro Boomin feat. Don Toliver, Future

A: Alanati Ramachandrudu — Sunitha, Jikki, & Sandhya

C: Con Altura — Rosalía & J Balvin feat. El Guincho

L: LOOK DON'T TOUCH — Odetari feat. cade clair

E: Express — Christian Aguilera

D: Dear Arkansas Daughter — Lady Lamb

B: Bonita — J Balvin feat. Jowell & Randy

U: Unholy — Sam Smith feat. Kim Petras

N: Naatu Naatu — Kaala Bhairava & Rahul Sipligunj

Tagging: @syneilesis @ominousjangling @altairring @batteryrose @justine-the-guillotine. go crazy idk man

[oh-meow-swirls]

so do the enma and wandroid tribes not have english summoning songs-

[webvampzz]

if i see this one more time im going to lose my shit

[mylanguageclasses]

The Imperfect Subjunctive Tense in Spanish: Tiempo pretérito imperfecto de subjuntivo

Introduction The imperfect subjunctive tense in Spanish (el pretérito imperfecto de subjuntivo) is one of the most commonly used subjunctive tenses. It is essential for expressing hypothetical situations, wishes, doubts, emotions, and politeness in the past. Mastering this tense is crucial for anyone who wants to sound natural and fluent in Spanish. In this guide, we will cover its uses,…

[latestnews69]

Why later life can be a golden age for friendship

Our social goals change in surprising ways over our lifespan – and understanding this can help us build fulfilling connections with others, research suggests.

Do you prefer meeting lots of new people, or spending time with a small circle of close friends? You may think the answer depends on whether you're naturally more of an extrovert or an introvert. But there's another crucial yet little-known factor that shapes our social preferences: age.

Friendship benefits people across all ages, even improving our health and lifespan, a large body of research shows. In later life, friendships can become an especially important source of happiness and life satisfaction. Frequent interactions with a close friend may in fact boost happiness in old age more than those with close family.

One simple explanation for this is that friendships can be more fun, and less tense and fraught, than other relationships. According to a study of Americans aged over 65, encounters with friends were seen as more pleasant than those with family members. These findings contrast with older studies that focus more on close family as the key source of support for ageing adults. Read more

[neverendingford]

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[cerealandchoccymilk]

the good vocaloid songs are the ones that have you opening the dictionary for every other line

[izzymalec]

love going through my old data, was looking for screenshots from it's always sunny, found a bunch of pirated books instead

[ranjith11]

Letter G song | letter g song phonics | kutuki phonics song | alphabet phonics song

Welcome to the Kutuki world of fun and learning! 📚 In this video, we invite you to join us on an exciting journey through Kutuki Stories, Adventures, Videos, Rhymes, and more! 🌟 Explore the Kutuki app, your gateway to a world of educational entertainment. Dive into captivating Kutuki Videos that weave enchanting stories and adventures

[redwinelew]

Chat, i would like to request for Lewis smau. Where reader is unhinged and being horny on mains. Like no filter comments and thirst over him. Crack and smutty. Xoxo

FANTASIZE

type social media au

pairing lewis hamilton x reader

summary as requested!

face claim none but 99% of my lewis smaus use black women as face claims

song fantasize by ariana grande

warnings 18+. extremely suggestives

author's note i put my entire (horny) soul into this fic sjshsjk thank u sm for submitting this pookie i hope i did it justice 🫡🫡

english is not my first language. all pictures taken from instagram, pinterest and twitter. credit to owners.

masterlist | request info | requests are OPEN!

TWITTER!

INSTAGRAM!

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ynln every time i hear his name or voice the sound waves travel to my primary auditory cortex—notifying my eggs that its time to be fertilized

tagged lewishamilton

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user1 GIRL 😭😭

user2 yeah she's ovulating

ynln user2 negative i'm always this horny for my man 😔☝🏽

user3 SHE EVEN TAGGED HIM 😭😭

user4 user3 she wants that cookie so effing bad

user5 girl on MAIN??????

ynln user5 everybody needs to know how hot he is

user5 ynln i think they got the note can u pls stop 😭🙏🏻

ynln user5 never

lando I just opened this app...

ynln lando you are welcome landinho

user6 #needthat

ynln user6 same

charles_leclerc MY EYES

ynln charles_leclerc nobody asked you to look, charlie 🙄🙄

user7 wishing i was living y/n's life rn

ynln user7 💅🏽

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ynln the bouncing i would do would be so powerful it would cause the san andreas fault to slip and trigger yellowstone eruption. millions would perish and i would only bounce harder

tagged lewishamilton

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user1 AGAIN????

user2 GIRL STAND UP??????

user3 nurse she's out again

user4 i love how horny she is for lewis

user4 user4 i mean i'd be the same if i was married to him

oscarpiastri I wish I couldn't read

user5 oscarpiastri poor oscar 😭😭

user6 i KNOW ferrari pr team is tired of her 😭😭

user7 she has absolutely no filter when it comes to her man and i just love it

user8 lewis didn't bring y/n to a race #1 (ONCE) and she's losing her mind already

ynln user8 it's okay i shall be waiting for him back home with open arms.... and open legs...... and open mouth—

liked by ynln, brocedesfan1 and 2,628 others.

bestoflewishamilton sir lewis hamilton at rimowa event in seoul, south korea (16 april 2024)

tagged lewishamilton

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user1 he had a different type of glow during this event i can't explain it

ynln user1 would you like to know what is was

user1 ynln knowing you...... no thanks 😀😀

ynln it's pulsing his name in morse code

user2 ynln of course y/n is already here first

user3 ynln the way her captions and posts don't surprise me anymore 😭😭

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scuderiaferrari No thoughts head empty just lewishamilton ❤️

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user1 next year is our year guys (i'm delusional)

user2 maybe you guys should spare some of those thoughts on strategy for the next race 😄😄😄😄

ynln he can cause a nuclear reaction inside me and i'd still ride

user3 ynln UNDER FERRARI'S POST??????

user4 ynln she's unstoppable atp

user5 ynln the way she doesn't gaf anymore 😭😭

scuderiaferrari ynln Please I don't want to lose my job

user6 scuderiaferrari poor admin omg 😭😭

ynln scuderiaferrari i take full responsibility of my digital footprint as long as you guys don't block me

BONUS!

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFAKE SMILE * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where Chris records a TikTok with Tara after many requests from both fandoms, but fans reacted contrary to what he expected, generating questioning thoughts in Y/N.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　crying, comparison, fighting.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The morning sun beamed beyond the half-open curtains in the living room, painting the room with orange and gold tones. Sitting at the kitchen table, Y/N immersed herself in her books, trying to focus on her notes as the sounds of Nick and Matt echoed around the house.

At that moment, Chris was absent. He had gone to Tara's house, a new friend of the triplets and, consequently, of Y/N, who had recently become a frequent figure in their lives. The objective was to record a video for Tara's channel since after the large group's social media post together, both fandoms started begging for collabs.

As Y/N immersed herself in her studies, a notification flashed on her phone screen. The girl looked up at her device, seeing the new message.

pretty boy: hi baby!! look, we did a tiktok! I look so cool: link.

A smile curved Y/N's lips as she clicked on the link, curious to see the result of one of Chris and Tara's creations. The video started, and she immediately recognized the song as one of her favorites, humming softly as her eyes captured the funny dance and interaction between the two.

A laugh escaped her lips when she saw Chris shaking his head in the lyrics "Would you get down on knees for me?", remembering all the times the song played when they were together, and exactly in this part, Chris always got down on his knees in front of Y/N, making her laugh.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to relax and enjoy the scene. It was a genuine demonstration of their new friendship, and Y/N felt grateful to be part of that dynamic.

However, her joy was momentary.

As the video came to an end, Y/N scrolled through the comments, eager to see the reaction of Tara's followers. What she found left her cold.

Among the funny and complimentary comments, there was a barrage of messages that cut like sharp knives. Ardent fans of both Tara and Chris were heavily shipping them, completely ignoring Chris's long-standing and public relationship with Y/N.

"Chris and Tara are so cute together!"

"I so wanted them to be a couple 😭"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but you don't hold a candle to Tara. Chris deserves someone like her."

The words echoed in Y/N's mind, like a distant echo of an approaching storm. She felt a tightness in her chest, a mixture of sadness, anger, and confusion.

How could they be so cruel? How could they judge their relationship based on fragments of a distorted reality? Y/N felt vulnerable, exposed to the relentless cruelty of the virtual world.

Her thumb moved automatically as she left the comment box, sliding the screen to the TikTok below the one she was watching, craving a quick distraction. But her hope was suddenly dashed when she saw that the next video was an edit of Chris and Tara's TikTok and all the others after.

She knew the fans were fast, but at that moment, she wanted them to be as slow as possible.

Y/N closed the app with a heavy sigh, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. It was difficult not to let the strangers' words and opinions get to her.

With a determined effort to forget about it momentarily, Y/N turned her attention back to the books, seeking refuge in the comforting familiarity of the printed pages, forgetting to answer Chris.

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The day was coming to an end. In the room shared by Y/N and Chris, the atmosphere was filled with a silent energy, interrupted only by the gentle slide of Y/N's fingers over her phone screen, and the low sounds of various videos.

She was lying in their bed, having already taken a comforting shower, but her mind was still shrouded in a haze of dark thoughts. As she scrolled through her TikTok's For You, romantic edits of Chris and Tara popped up with disturbing frequency. Y/N's expression was a mixture of sadness and self-questioning, her eyes reflecting an inner storm.

She felt her mind defeat her with thoughts of comparison. She knew she would never reach Tara's beauty, humor, and even body.

The heavy atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the door opening gently. Chris entered the room, radiating an aura of euphoria. His eyes sparkled with joy, and a smile spread across his face with ease.

"Hi, my pretty girl!" Chris greeted, closing the door behind him. "You won't believe how amazing the video with Tara turned out. I can't wait for her to post it so you can see it!"

"Hey, baby! I'm so happy you had fun." Y/N looked up from her cell, forcing a smile on her lips, trying with all her might not to reveal her current state - the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Chris's excitement, but the sadness still hovered in her eyes.

Chris immediately noticed the change in her expression and approached the bed, worried.

"What happened, babe?" He asked in a worried tone, frowning and sitting down next to her.

She just shook her head slightly, unable to put her tumultuous thoughts into words. Chris reached out to caress her face gently, seeking to comfort her with his loving touch.

"You didn't answer my text, I really thought something was happening... You know you can tell me anything, right?" Chris continued gently. He didn't want to force anything out of her.

Y/N nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. Before he could say anything else, Chris noticed the phone in her hand with almost silent sounds escaping from the speaker, leaning over to peer at the screen.

Romantic edits of Chris and Tara filled Y/N's device. He swallowed hard, instantly connecting the dots.

Chris's comforting touch on Y/N's face seemed to turn cool. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips before he could control it.

"Y/N, are you really upset because of these silly edits?" The boy questioned, his voice filled with disbelief. His touch against the warm skin disappeared within seconds, the boy removing his hand from her face before sitting down on the bed.

Y/N flinched at the accusation implicit in his words, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Tears threatened to overflow her eyes as she struggled to find a coherent response.

"It's not just because of the edits..." She, her voice shaking with turbulent emotions. "Did you see the comments? They-"

Chris shook his head impatiently, cutting her off abruptly, frustration beginning to seep into his expression. He couldn't understand why something as trivial as fan edits could affect his girlfriend so much.

"Y/N, this is ridiculous!" He continued firmly. "These edits and comments don't mean anything. They're just fan jokes. It's not the end of the world." His voice came out louder than before, his posture now rigid.

His words hit Y/N like a sharp knife, making her feel even more inadequate and misunderstood. Anger bubbled inside her, a simmering mix of resentment and hurt.

"You don't understand, Chris!" She snapped, her voice shaking slightly. Her right hand worked to lock the screen of her phone in one quick motion, tossing it aside. "This isn't just about the edits. It's about how I feel about being compared to Tara, about how it's making me feel inferior to her! How would you feel if people started wanting to see me with a man other than you? While I'm in a relationship with you!"

Chris rolled his eyes dismissively, his patience beginning to wear thin at the intensity of Y/N's emotions.

“You’re so tiring sometimes, Y/N.” He snapped without thinking, his voice tinged with irritation, not giving a damn about how his girlfriend felt. "I can't deal with all this insecurity all the time. It's fucking exhausting."

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless, her rigid posture quickly crumbling. She felt tears run down her face without force as the painful realization settled in her heart.

She was tiring. She was insecure. She was too much for him to handle.

The pain of rejection burned in her chest as she retrieved her phone again, ripping the comforter off her legs. Her lips were pressed into a thin line tightly in an attempt to stop the ugly sobs that she wanted to let out. She wouldn't give herself the luxury of showing Chris how much he hurt her.

The girl got up from the bed in one quick movement, grabbing her pillow and heading towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Chris's voice echoed harshly behind her, his body rising from the mattress quickly.

"I'll sleep in the living room." Y/N responded curtly, turning the handle with ease before walking through the door, slamming it, feeling more alone than ever amidst the multitude of turbulent emotions.

She could feel her heart being crushed a little more when she didn't hear Chris call for her again, let alone try to reach her.

The stairs leading to the living room were silent, and her pillow clutched to her chest as a last vestige of comfort in a world that seemed to be falling apart around her. Each step up echoed like a lonely echo in an emotional void that seemed to swallow her whole.

Upon reaching the living room, Y/N found refuge on the empty couch. She curled into the soft upholstery, hugging the pillow tightly as tears continued to roll down her cheeks silently. The phone rested next to her, emitting a dim light that wouldn't turn off, almost begging her to pick it up again.

Hours dragged by like centuries as Y/N fought the ghosts of her own mind.

At some point, she had given up resisting and was on her TikTok again. The algorithm seemed to hate her, delivering her frequent videos of Chris and Tara, which were like a sharp dagger in her heart.

They would really look beautiful together.

Dawn fell heavily upon her, but sleep refused to welcome her into its comforting arms. Instead, she found herself trapped in a whirlwind of torturous thoughts, her mind pounding incessantly with doubts and questions about her relationship with Chris.

Until her brain shuts down completely, letting tiredness win.

At 3 a.m., in the darkness of the night, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance to the room. Chris was there, his tired face etched with worry and regret.

His eyes quickly found Y/N's figure lying on the couch, already asleep, curled up and shivering slightly from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the swelling that surrounded them, the traces of tears on her cheeks and her still damp face. Next to her, her phone repeatedly played one of the videos she had watched before falling asleep.

A lump formed in Chris's throat. He intensely blamed himself for not having thought before acting and, much less, noticing how much his actions had affected his girlfriend.

With hesitant steps, he approached her, feeling the weight of his own anguish on his shoulders.

Gently, Chris turned off her phone, cutting the endless cycle of pain that had consumed Y/N. He then crouched down beside her, studying her peaceful face with a mixture of love and pain.

With a resigned sigh, the boy carefully took her into his arms, hooking them around her back and behind her knees, feeling the weight of her fragile body against his own chest. Y/N hummed softly in response to his touch but didn't fully wake up.

Chris carried her down the stairs and back to their bedroom, where the soft light from the lamp bathed the room in yellow tones. Tenderly, he placed her on the soft mattress, covering her with the comforter carefully so as not to wake her.

Y/N shifted slightly under Chris's touch and the new surface beneath her limbs, her eyebrows furrowing in an expression of discomfort. She looked restless, as if she were immersed in a nightmare.

Chris watched her for a moment, feeling the weight of his own harsh words weigh on him like an anchor. He knew he had hurt Y/N deeply, and the pain of seeing her suffer was almost unbearable.

With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to her, his hand reaching for her with a tentative touch. Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes finally slowly opening to meet Chris's. She fought the urge to get up and leave the room again, her anger at Chris's actions and sadness in her mind, making her want to avoid him.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, sharing a silent understanding that transcended words, Y/N making the decision to let him say what he wanted.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Chris muttered, his voice thick with regret. "I was insensitive and selfish. I didn't want to hurt you, I acted on impulse and completely without thinking. This whole situation is not silly if it hurts and bothers you, and I promise that we can talk better about what you saw and how you felt, and solve this together... Just please, give me this chance?"

Y/N blinked slowly, her eyes locked on Chris's as she processed his words. For a moment, she felt the weight of hurt and disappointment pressing against her, but then she saw the sincerity in Chris's eyes, the pure, unconditional love he had always offered her.

And in that moment, she knew that forgiveness was the only good choice to make. With a sigh, she squeezed Chris's hand tenderly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Just one chance. I want you to fix what you did and do it right this time."

© vanteguccir

[eufezco]

NIGHT RIDES WITH LOGAN༄

logan x afab!reader (smut) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!)

logan spends all day working and you get bored.

when he finally gets home at night he is too tired to do anything but collapse in your bed, between your arms and with your hands caressing his hair. you want to spend some time with him, you miss his company, but you know that work drains all his energy and you would never hold it against him, he did everything he could to provide for the four of you. so you eventually found a way to spend some time with logan.

you booked his limousine.

the first time his brow furrowed in confusion as you opened the door to get into the car. —what are you doing here?

—wanted to spend some time with you.

—you know this makes me loose fucking money.

—you can put in the app that you're free, i won't be a bother, i promise.

and logan huffs but agrees because he's upset but at the same time it's comforting to have you there. he starts driving and you start talking, and he listens, smiles and hums to everything you say. he likes to listen to you and how you have the need to tell him about every thought that goes through your head.

and you turn up the radio a little and hum and sing all the songs while logan is focused on driving but you can see how his fingers tap the rhythm of the song on the steering wheel. he's happy to have you there with him.

and sometimes logan drives with a hand on your thigh, caressing and squeezing the inside of it or taking your hand and putting it on the shifter under his. other times you have your feet on his lap while logan drives, innocently at first, but then you start to rub his crotch with them and he looks at your feet and then he looks at you, looking back at him as if you were doing nothing.

so logan has to park in the darkest alley he knows and fuck you dumb in the back seats. he has you sitting with your legs spread open, knees to your chest, and his body between them as his hips slam into you. may not seem to be the most comfortable position, but remember it's a limousine so you have all the space you need.

it's even better when you ride him. you straddle him and his big hands are on your hips, helping you to bounce on his cock. he grunts and pants into your mouth. he spanks your ass, sucks on your nipples, and looks at you in awe, with parted lips trying to control his breathing as you ride him with your eyes closed shut and your hands on his chest.

there comes a moment when your legs start shaking, your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and your movements become more desperate, you can't stop moaning and by the way, you're squeezing his cock, logan knows you're about to cum. so he starts bucking his hips upwards to meet yours. and the limousine is moving, the windows are fogging up and you are sure that they can hear from outside the car.

one night he was driving these girls to this party and you were sitting quietly in the passenger seat. the girls were drinking and having the time of their lives in the back of the limousine, laughing and dancing to the music. and all of a sudden one of them called logan and flashed her tits to him through the rearview mirror.

you clenched your jaw, turned around, threw yourself at her, and pulled from her hair. you slapped her and she slapped you back, and logan had to stop the car and get in the middle of the fight. he apologized and offered the girls the ride for free, also they were drunk enough to not care too much. you sat in the passenger seat with your cheek burning and blood coming out of your nose until he dropped the girls at the party. then he used the alcohol he had in his glove compartment to clean your wound.

other night logan stopped driving so you could get a snack. when you got out of the limousine and started walking to the store, a random man slapped your ass. logan never felt so much anger before. he got out with his fists clenched and punched the man so hard that he broke his own knuckles.

—you can't do that, you know how much it takes for you to heal...

he grunted as you wrapped his knuckles with a bandage. he didn’t care, he’d do it again.

and there are nights when it gets very late and logan still has a couple of hours of work but you can't keep it up any longer so you lean your head against the window and fall asleep. logan can't watch you sleep so uncomfortably so he quickly drives home and carries you in his arms to your bed. you hum when he picks you up and he mumbles the sweetest things for you to not wake up.

—sh, it's okay, i got you. you're home, baby, you need to sleep and i'll be with you before you know.

he tucks you into your shared bed and kisses your forehead before he leaves. you hum when you feel his lips. —love you, lo.

—love you too, baby.

and when he gets back to the car he rubs his face to clear his mind because he'd have loved to get into bed and sleep with you but sadly he has to continue working. he opens the glove compartment to take a sip of his alcohol and when he does, he finds your panties, crumpled into a small ball waiting for him.

he takes them and he can feel how wet they are thanks to his cum mixing with your juices. logan brings them close to his face and takes a deep breath. then he puts them inside his pocket. —you're gonna be the fucking death of me.

[emmyf1]

SONG BOTHERING ~ F1 TEXTS

✮ summarry: you are bored so annoying your f1 best friend looks like a pretty good idea

✮ starring: max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr., sebastian vettel, lando norris, oscar piastri

✮ warnings: none

🌷requests are open🌷

🚨ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE🚨

@emmyf1 - please don’t copy or rewrite my works on any other app, this is my original work

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