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TATE MCRAE for Rhode’s Peptide Lip Shape Campaign (January 24, 2024)

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Harry: I got a lack of good judgment

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good graces - ln4 smau

summary: when yn and her bf go to watch f1, lando develops a crush. so when they break up, he's the first in line

a/n: there's a good chance I won't stop until i write an au for every sabrina song lol

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taglist: @justaf1girl @anamiad00msday @readtoooomuch @2bormaybenot

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ynupdates yn with her boyfriend at the australian grand prix

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user1 yn and f1??? yasss we won

user2 random ? but i'm not complaining

user3 i wonder which team she's rooting for

user4 probably mclaren bc he's a well known mclaren fan

user3 we need a picture of her and lando🙏🏼

user5 OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

user6 and he's just ...there

user7 i need a driver to wife her up she would DEVOUR as a wag

user8 she is literally there with her boyfriend?? don't be disrespectful

user7 never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband 😔👊🏼 ♡liked by lando

user9 STOP WHY DID LANDO LIKE THAT COMMENT THAT'S HILARIOUS

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f1rumors inside sources claim lando was "captivated" with singer yn after meeting her in australia, despite the rumors going around of him dating a model

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user10 oh so he's a cheater

user11 lmao where did you get to that conclusion?

user10 can't you read? it says he liked another girl while already dating someone

user11 "dating" when they shared ONE coffee one time and they don't even follow each other on any social media ok !!

user12 also we don't know if they were exclusive?? she was seen at dinner with another guy last week and no one cared. yall trust the media too much. let them be

user13 and we still didn't get a yn x lando picture💔

user14 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO don't steal my wife norris

user15 why is everyone making a big deal? she has a boyfriend anyways

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two months later

yn in my single era

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user16 THEY BROKE UP

user17 we cheer🤝🏼

user18 lando in the likes this is your moment champ

user19 taylor posted she was single while celebrating 4th of july and got a boyfriend. selena released single soon and got a boyfriend. yn posted this...

user20 i volunteer as tribute!

iamrebeccad 😍😍 ♡liked by yn

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yn posted a story

💽 sports car - tate mcrae

↪lando replied to your story

lando you know... if you ever want to piss off your ex by dating the driver of the team he supports i think i could help you with that

yn hi lando

yn lol is mclaren not paying you enough that you need a side job?

lando nah, just being a good samaritan

yn i see

yn and what makes you think you are qualified for it?

lando for starters, you saw me win. for his favorite team. so there's that

yn mmm i dont remember sorry i was too busy staring into charles eyes he's really dreamy...maybe i could ask him to annoy my ex!

yn or if i need a mclaren driver there's always oscar

lando ok but i won the race👊🏼

yn yeah, we already established i don't recall that

lando i could refresh your memory if you're free to come to the next race

yn hypothetically, i could arrange that

yn but is that enough to make him mad?

lando you going to cheer for a hot f1 driver who happens to like you and will treat you the way he couldn't while he has to wonder how he was such an idiot for losing you?

lando yes, i think it will

lando up for the experiment?

yn send me the details

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landoupdates lando seen this morning driving to the paddock

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user21 who is she?? is it that model he's been seeing?

user22 i don't think so, she just posted a story and she's in spain

user23 he looks so good😩

user24 there's like three pixels

user23 yes but he always looks good

user24 fair enough

user25 i literally couldn't care less who he dates BUT if he gets distracted from racing i will personally go to his house and end him. i need him to be champion

user26 that's insane (but same)

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yn posted a story

💽2 hands - tate mcrae

↪yourbestfriend replied to your story

yourbestfriend YN WHAT IS HAPPENING

yourbestfriend the internet is going wild, you are trending on twitter !!!! so spill the tea

yn remember lando?

yn ig we've kinda been talking

yourbestfriend ok

yourbestfriend define talking

yn we chat for hours every day, all the time

yn i send him random selfies and pictures of the things i'm doing and he does the same

yn he facetimes me when he can and i've fallen asleep while still on call cause we were on different time zones but we try to talk as much as possible. and no matter what, even on the busiest days, he makes sure to send me a text before i go to bed at night

yourbestfriend omg

yn now i'm at the paddock, shaking in my boots cause one, his job is fascinating but so scary i'm so afraid he might crash and two, i think i like him a lot but this is the second time i see him in person

yn i'm already writing songs about him!!!! i must be insane, out of my mind. they should send me away

yourbestfriend i don't think that's insane

yourbestfriend and i think after your ex you deserve to be in a relationship that makes you this giddy

yn the race is starting talk to you later ily❤️

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f1updates after his victory lando posted this photo to his stories with the caption "p1 baby" and deleted it almost immediately. fans are speculating it's a dig at singer yn's ex, who used to make a similar pose on pictures

yn was present at today's race

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user27 he went to the franco colapinto's school of deleting everything

user28 iconic behavior he should've kept it

user29 so petty ugh

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two months later

yn "break my heart and i swear i'm moving on with your favorite athlete"

just a little song i performed at coachella. good graces out now

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yourbestfriend SOTY

user30 THOSE LYRICS WITH THAT OUTFIT yn the pop queen you are

lando 🥵🥵

yn 🧡

user31 oh they are so together

user32 don't mind me i'm just enjoying the drama

user33 "shoot his shot every night" OMG😳

user34 she's just looking for attention 🙄🙄 annoying af

user35 if i was her ex i would be so embarrassed imagine fumbling yn ♡liked by lando

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ynupdates lando norris was in the audience tonight

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user36 yn dating someone supportive 🙏🏼 we used to pray for times like this

user37 lando and yn double dating with taylor and travis not even on my wildest fantasies

user38 i know a pr couple when i see one

user39 ???

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yn drawing hearts round our names

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user39 girl we can tell that's lando

tatemcrae hottest couple ever

yn ilyy

user40 so not in your single era anymore?

yn no🥰

lando whoever wrote that note knows what he's talking about

user41 yea we all wonder who was it

user42 both of them are so desperate and want to be relevant so bad🙄🙄

user43 this is the dumbest take i ever read😭😭 he's fighting for the championship and she's the number 1 pop star at the moment, they are more relevant than your 15 followers account could ever dream of. what more attention could they need?

lando no it's true i'm desperate for yn's attention, i hate it when she ignores my texts😔😔

yn I WENT TO THE BATHROOM IT WAS TWO MINUTES

lando if you really loved me you would've taken the phone with you while you pee 😔 i knew you just wanted me for my fame and glory

yn and the cars!! don't forget the cars

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lando your lost, my gain

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yn this is all fake and for pr‼️ stop using me for my fame lando norris

yn i love you❤️

lando i love you more

[starkeyszn]

I NEED A MINUTE ⌇

pairings: rafe cameron x popstar!reader

song: revolving door by tate mcrae

warnings: angst, brief panic attack.

you built a life without him. you were in big cities, doing tours, interviews, having screaming fans who chanted your name.

you weren’t the girl from the cut anymore, the one that used to sneak into tannyhill through the side gate just to see him.

you were pop’s new obsession, a platinum selling voice with heartbreak behind her eyes. a triple threat, singer, dancer and songwriter.

but you weren’t bulletproof. especially when it came to rafe cameron.

it always started the same way, it was predictable with him. late night messages or calls, he said your name like it belonged to him: sweetheart. 

he wouldn’t use your real name, maybe because that girl, the one who once loved him with an open heart, the one who scribbled song lyrics into her notebook on her bed—was long gone.

two years ago

you had dreams, building it big, your name on billboards, your face plastered on posters across cities announcing your tour. you didn’t want to be in this town anymore, but rafe cameron would look at you with a silent promise behind his eyes, and maybe you feel you was the only thing keeping him afloat.

you fell fast, you fell for his sweet words, his lies.

he was older and dangerous, but he promised he’d keep you safe. he listened when no one else did, his eyes softening as you sung the words in your notebook.

he kissed you like he was drowning, and you was his only source of air.

“i need you.” he whispered, his forehead pressing to yours. he just had a fight with his dad, showed up to your house, pouting, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he was standing out in the rain.

you took him in, staying by his side. you stayed even when he started lying, when he would randomly go m.i.a, and leave you worried for days.

he’d act like nothing happened when he came back—returning giving you a kiss, and whispering reaffirming words.

rafe messaged you, he messaged saying he would take you on a trip, to boston, saying this would be his way of making it up to you.

you knew what would happen—and it did happen, that trip ended in the “i’m sorry’s” tangled in his breath as he kissed you. he was always good at making you forget.

you were too tired to resist, you let rafe do what he wanted, you let him ruin you in the silk sheets—let him tell you he missed your voice while pressing his lips down on your collarbone. you let yourself believe, just for that night, that maybe he meant it this time. and that he would stay.

but as soon as you both came back. rafe hadn’t messaged you in over 2 weeks, he hadn’t showed up outside your house, knocked on your window. nothing.

present day

you had just been getting ready for soundcheck, taking a sip of your water, checking yourself in the mirror.

instead, you stood frozen in the doorway of your hotel suite, staring at the boy who haunted every lyric you’ve written.

“sweetheart.” the nickname rolled off his tongue, saying it like it was still his right.

he looked the same, messy hair, eye bags under his eyes, casting a shadow. but something about him had always been magnetic— you hated him.

“what do you want?” you asked, your voice coming out sharper.

he leaned against the wall, like he had time. like he hadn’t blown you off over eight months ago and left you hurt.

“you.”

you laughed bitterly, “no you want something-theres a difference.”

he stepped closer, making you step back. “i miss you.”

“no rafe! you miss what i do for you, you only come back when you’re broke, high or spiralling! i can’t provide for you anymore!” you snapped, making his eyes widen.

you pointed your head towards the door, a sign for him to leave. he didn’t deny your words, he couldn’t. not when it was the truth.

your boston show was right around the corner, your managers voice boomed through the walls, “where is she?”

your dancers were stretching, going over choreography, the mic check was done, the arena was full, fans were waiting for your entrance. but you was in the bathroom, knees to your chest, makeup running down your cheeks, your breath came in short gasps, like the walls were closing in on you.

“i need a minute.” you gasped, over and over, like it was a prayer.

your assistant knocked on the door gently, “10 minutes.”

10 minutes until you had to go on stage, but how could you go out there and sing? in the city where it changed it all for you? that night in boston. the trip in boston. he promised not to hurt you ever again, he promised to stay, he promised to go to rehab.

but he broke all of those promises.

you looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t even recognised the girl staring back, this was supposed to be everything you wanted. you quickly cleaned yourself up, smoothing down your bodysuit, pressing powder under your eyes.

the lights dimmed, your dancers stood next to you, with the revolving door props, the crowd screamed and phones were out, recording you.

you walked out, glittering under the rainbow lights, the revolving door props glowing, while your dancers held them. your mic trembled in your grip, but your voice didn’t, you couldn’t let it. the intro kicked in, you opened your mouth, not for him, but for you.

the crowd sung, knowing your song off by heart. your dancers danced along with you, as you sung the words.

“i still think ‘bout that night in the boston.”

your cheeks were damp with sweat, as you sat backstage, you were wrecked. and then your assistant rushed in, your phone in her hand.

“it’s him.” she said quietly, “he’s in the arena.”

you took the phone, reading the message, just four words, “come down. i’m sorry.”

you didn’t reply, you didn’t smile or cry, you had a straight face, before you clicked on his contact, pressing ‘block.’

your assistant met your gaze, giving you a proud smile. you stood up, looking at yourself in the mirror, taking off your earrings, “let him chase.”

because you were done chasing. you were done playing his games, he can play his own. you had more cities waiting for you, more bigger things.

and a heart that finally belonged to yourself.

STARKEYSZN — 2025 my first time writing angst on here.. how did i do 😅 i love tate mcrae so so so so so much. i couldn’t help but make a one shot based on one of her songs 😉😉

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stay done -cl16

in which: You just can’t walk away from Charles, no matter what he does.

pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of potential cheating, google translated French, Charles is a complete dick, reader is stupid as hell, mentions of vomit, not proofread I fear, lmk if there’s any more!

based on “stay done” by tate mcrae

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The both of you sat on opposite ends of the sofa, and somehow the topic of Lewis joining the team next year came up. Stupidly, you commented, “yeah, it’s going to be incredible if you beat him.” Of course, it wasn’t a dig at your boyfriends abilities, but rather a recognition of the past achievements of the 7 time world champion.

Charles looked to you with furrowed brows. He assessed your expression before scoffing. He stood abruptly, moving with haste. “Charles, I didn’t mean it like that.” You chased after him down the hallway of his Monaco apartment. “I’m sorry,” you tried again after you received no response or acknowledgment from the man. “Fuck off.” He muttered, stepping into your shared bedroom and slamming the door in your face. You tried to twist the handle.

Locked.

“Babe, come on.” Your fist softly collided with the door once. “You’re an incredible driver, I just meant with his achievements and whatnot…” you trailed off, realizing your words weren’t making the situation much better.

Hate that I’m always gonna have a side to me / That’s still in awe when you’re mad at me / You can’t do it wrong in my eyes

“It was a stupid thing to say. I take it back, I’m sorry.” The only thing your apology granted was the sound of broken glass from somewhere inside the room. You took a shaky breath, and hesitantly tapped your knuckles against the wooden barrier. “Charlie? You okay?” You called out hesitantly.

The door was thrown open seconds later. Charles’s green eyes were a few shades darker as he glared down at you. His gaze pierced through you, and somehow caused the rise and fall of your chest to cease. “Fine.” He grumbled, stepping by you. He was sure bump your shoulder with such force it turned you a full ninety degrees. You watched as he plucked his keys from the counter. “Where are you-“ he shut the front door, abruptly cutting off the rest of your inquiry.

Your attention turned to the sound of shattered glass from earlier, and you took a cautious step into the room to investigate it’s source. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw the picture frame. On the floor. Upside-down. Surrounded in glass.

You were cautious of the scattered glass, stepping on your tip-toes to avoid it. You retrieved the frame by its stand. Once it was in your grasp, you stepped away from the glass. The picture was a favorite among the both of you. Taken by joris at the amusement park, after Charles just succeeded in winning you a giant plush. You had your arms stretched above your head, your lips spread into an open smile, probably cheering loudly at the time it was taken. The picture caught Charles as he was dipping down to grab you around your hips and hoist you into a close hug. He was a little blurry, but the love in his eyes was clear as day.

A tear ran down your face. You made no attempt to wipe it away. More followed as your feet carried you to the living room. You gently placed what was left of the frame on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa in front of it.

I hate it that you gotta break something / To realize we’re at rock bottom

Four days passed. You both agreed to forget the past incident, and he replaced the picture frame.

You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the both of you. You’d plated it up nicely, and placed the two dishes on the table at your respective spots. “Now, Leo, stay away from the table.” You redirected the cute little dog to the living room. He never jumped on the table to steal food, but he was a troublemaker in many other ways, which always had you worried.

You descended down the hallway to the room dedicated to his sim, and knocked on the door lightly before entering. “Foods done,” you inform him, your voice light with hope, but cautious. “Just bring it here.” He instructed, his eyes on the screen. You let out a small sigh as the bit of hope you held onto fizzled into nothingness. “Charlie, it’s been a week since you last came to eat with me.” You said, your voice small as you felt pathetic begging your boyfriend to just eat with you.

“What do you want from me?” He fired back, spinning around to face you. His eyes were narrowed, daring you to give a snappy reply back. “Just twenty minutes.” Your voice was hardly a whisper, broken as you bargained for an ounce of his attention. He sighed—though the sound was more of a huff—and gestured to the monitor stating, “I’m working. Isn’t that what you want? So you can leech off of my money some more?”

That one hit hard. While you owned the day care down the street, you didn’t make nearly as much as Charles did. You swallowed the lump in your throat, fighting back the pricking sting of tears. “I’ll be back with your plate.”

But kill me again cause the high’s twice as high / Wish this bullshit would end, but we’re back here again

Charles was away for another race, in Vegas this time around. “Baby, I saw this one dress and I thought you would like it so I took a picture,” he quipped over your FaceTime call, a text from him sending soon after. It was a really cute dress, but you could just make out the price tag. $5,000. “You know me well, cause that is a really cute dress.” You laughed. Charles smiled. “Ah, perfect. I’ll buy it tomorrow before the sessions.”

Your stomach twisted, your head reeling with his words from a couple of weeks ago, ‘So you can leech off of my money some more’. Since that night, you’d purchased everything yourself, turning down his offers or blocking him so he couldn’t swipe his own card. You turned down every transaction from his account. You had to adjust a little, as buying whatever you pleased was no longer an option with your new budget.

You shook your head quickly. “No, that’s alright I think I have plenty of dresses.” You turned down the offer as politely as you could without raising any red flags. Charles’s expression twisted, his brows pinching together and creasing the space between them. “What is it with you lately? You’ve been acting like my wallet has a disease.” You gave a forced laugh at his joke. “Nothing, just… independence is nice, I suppose.” You tried to reassure him with a smile. He gave you a skeptical look, piecing the puzzle together all on his own. “is this about what a said the other week?” You didn’t answer, your gaze drifting to a far-off place. “Come on, you know I didn’t mean that.” His voice was soft, an apology lying just beneath his words that never surfaced.

“No, yeah.” You agreed quietly, a small nod of your head confirming it double. “Charlie it’s getting pretty late here, I think I’m going to head to bed.”

“Oh, chérie. Why didn’t you say something earlier. It’s like—what is it,” he calculated the time difference in his head quickly, “two in the morning there.” He gave you a look of pity, or maybe it’s guilt. “I just miss you, is all.” You smiled softly. “Wish you were still here with me.”

Charles chuckled lowly. “I miss you, too. But I’ll see you next week in Brazil, yeah?” You nodded to confirm, though he already knew. “Can’t wait. Goodnight bébé.”

Yeah, I know we should break up / But I just can’t stay done with you / When I take off my makeup / Go to bed wanna wake up with you

You were meant to be flying into Brazil tomorrow, but a picture surfaced after Las Vegas that had you cancelling your flight.

You send a screenshot of the photo to Charles, demanding, “what is this?” he won in Vegas, and evidently celebrated in the infamous ‘sin city’. The picture taken during that night caught him red handed. A pretty blonde girl sat on his lap, hardly covered by her mini, skin tight, dress.

The guys were trying to be funny by calling a few of the escorts over. Nothing serious.

Honestly, a part of you wanted to laugh at his response. “Nothing serious”??? Was he kidding?? Her ass was pressed up against his dick and he thinks it’s “nothing serious”???

Fuck you and your excuses, Leclerc. Don’t expect me to be in Brazil tomorrow, ‘cause I’m not showing up.

We're best friends and enemies / We're good 'til you're dead to me, yeah / I told you goodbye like / Hundred million times

His messages came poring in quickly.

Ma chérie, please. Im sorry.

Don’t take this so harsh, it was only a bit of fun.

I didn’t do anything with her

I give you my life on that promise.

Please don’t leave us like this.

The sheer audacity of this man had you stumbling over your own thoughts, but somehow the ones that translated through the keyboard were,

I’m not ending us. I just need a bit of space right now.

I know I sound so dumb / But I just can't stay done with you / I just can't stay done with you

A few days went by, and you went out with your friends to momentarily forget about Charles. You drank. A lot. And alcohol—being a depressant and all—did it’s job exactly. Your plan to use the liquid to forget about him backfired, as the end of the night left you on the bathroom floor of your friend’s flat, crying as you scrolled through old photos of the two of you.

So when he called, you couldn’t resist picking up this time, even though you’d ignored all his calls previous.

“I miss you so much,” you started, choking on your own sobs. “Charles, please.”

You were entirely unsure of what you were pleading for. Another apology? For his presence? There wasn’t a true answer.

“Oh, Chérie,” he cooed. “I’ll pick you up, yeah? Are you at your friends?” He was gentle with his words and his tone of voice, as if any other tone would inflict physical pain upon you. This was the Charles you fell in love with. The caring, gentle, loving one.

After receiving confirmation that you were in fact at your friend’s residence, he raced over to pick you up and comforted you as soon as you set a foot in his car.

“I’m so sorry. So, so, so sorry.” And with his arms wrapped so tightly around you, whispering sweetly in your ear, how could you not think his apology was sincere?

So you gave in, accepting his apology after days of stubborn silence. “I know.” You sobbed into his shoulder. The never ending tears soaked through his thick hoodie, causing it to plaster to his skin.

Two hands cradling your face, he pulled you away from his shoulder gently. Your hands clung to the ends of your hoodie as he pushed the stray hairs from your face. “I love you.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before he pulled away. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

You nodded, leaning back into your seat. He was sure to keep a hand in yours the whole way there.

I hate it that I'm tryna call you up / When you're the thing that I'm running from / The one-way street I can't get off, oh yeah

You walked into the small pizza place across the street from Charles’s apartment building. A friend of a friend was very adamant about meeting you for lunch today, and when she offered to pay, who were you to say no?

Giving her a short greeting, you sat in the booth across from her. The atmosphere was awkward, but you chalked it up to not knowing her all that well.

Until halfway through your meal, she reluctantly slid her phone across the table to you. A very short conversation lit up the screen.

hey

hi?

wyd?

nothing rn

wanna come over?

can’t, I’ve got plans later.

At first, you were confused as to why she would show you the interaction, but then your eyes scanned over the name.

Charles Leclerc

“I met him at a club not to long ago.” She explained. “I had no idea he had a girlfriend until I did some digging and when I found out it was you… I’m really sorry.”

As if a small sorry would do anything to fix the tremendous ache in your heart.

“Have you…” you swallowed your fear. “done anything before? Hooked up?”You feared the answer, praying to whoever would listen that she spoke out a no.

“No. But he was really flirty when we met.” You couldn’t meet her eyes. The pity in them making you want to scream like a mad woman. “Send me a screenshot of that?” You requested, your voice strained from the effort of holding back your tears.

She nodded. “‘Course.”

“Thanks for lunch.” You muttered quickly, grabbing your stuff and nearly sprinting out of the place.

Charles tried to greet you as you stepped into the flat, but you shoved past him and locked yourself in the bathroom.

The door handle jiggled, but the lock did it’s job. Charles tapped his knuckles against the wooden door. “Chérie?” The nickname had an anger bubbling inside you. “Are you alright in there?” With your newly acquired information, you wondered how he could sound so genuinely concerned.

“Uh, just feeling sick.” You answered shakily. It wasn’t entirely a lie. You were feeling extremely sick to your stomach. Something nasty swirled from within and it had you leaned up against the wall with your legs drawn to your chest.

“I’ll get you some water.”

The bathroom tiles reverberated from a buzz of your phone. When you opened the message to see the screenshot, the lunch you just ingested crawled back up your throat and forced itself out of your body. The contents dumped into the toilet bowl.

A foreign body pressed closely toward yours, holding your hair from your face and rubbing your back.

How the hell did he get in? You asked yourself, then remembered the key he kept on top of the doorframe.

It didn’t matter, cause the feeling of him so close to you had you spilling everything your body could offer into the bowl.

“Go away,” you manage to mumble.

“What?”

“Go away.” You repeated more clearly, attempting to push him away but given you were head first in the toilet, it was a little challenging.

Charles laugh is laced with concern. “Why would I do that? I know this isn’t-“

“Because I saw the texts.” You lift your head, pushing away from him and taking up your spot against the wall once more. You wiped your face with a piece of bath tissue while he looked to you with furrowed brows, shaking his head in confusion. “I don’t understand. What texts?”

You threw your phone at him, screen displaying the conversation. “Those texts.”

You watched as he read through the conversation. Guilt manipulated each of his facial features and weighed heavy on his body, forcing him to his bottom and his back up against the bathroom vanity for support. His position mirrored yours. Back straight and knees bent to meet your chest.

Sat across from you, his forehead fell to rest on his patellas. “I’m sorry, bébé.” He muttered.

You sniffled, whipping your nose with the back of your hand. “Coming from you, those words don’t mean much anymore.” You mumbled, playing with you hands in your lap.

He exhaled a sigh from deep in his chest. His eyes found your figure, a pained look painting his expression. “I know. I know.” He shook his head. Desperation filled him, a burning desire to reach out to you but he held himself back. “I have no excuse this time.” He carefully placed your phone on the tiled floor beside you.

You said nothing, your eyes still on your hands as you twisted your fingers between each other. Ideas of how to respond and repercussions swam around in your mind. You considered breaking it off with him and leaving for good. But at the end of the day this was your Charles and it was nothing more than a text. A text sent when you asked him for space. Perhaps he thought you were on a break.

So, you being you, you cut him some slack. “I think I’ll be sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight.” Your voice wasn’t much louder than a whisper, and you still couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

Charles felt a little lighter at your words. You weren’t leaving. You weren’t breaking up with him. Hell, you’d still be under the same roof, just a few meters from Charles. He smiled softly. “Okay.” He nodded.

I've been nothing less than cordial / But if we're really talking morals / Why'd you have to hit her up like that? / You should know it isn't normal

A generous amount of make-up remover soaked the cloth in your hand. Gentle swipes took off the top layer of your makeup, coating the light colored cloth in an ugly shade of brown. The cleansing balm took off whatever the makeup remover failed to, and you washed your face to be sure it was all off.

Charles had avoided the bathroom, but when you came out, he couldn’t resist giving you a small, “goodnight.” He received no response from you, but did not blame you for ignoring him.

You slipped into the guest bed, the mattress was hardly used and therefore not as broken in as yours and Charles’s.

You tossed and turned for an hour. Your brain couldn’t shut off. It constantly found a new thing to complain about every five minutes. The bed is too stiff, or it’s too cold in here, and then when you got another blanket, now it’s too hot.

But the most notable complaint, I miss Charles.

You whispered out a curse to the empty room, trying your hardest to push that thought far away from your brain. But it was persistent. It was the devil on your shoulder, telling you Charles could fix the ache in your heart—even if he was the cause of it.

You should be mad at him. You shouldn’t be the one longing for his presence beside you. You should be repulsed at the mere thought of him.

You couldn’t find it in you to stay mad at him. He was an irresistible force, constantly drawing you into him even when he wasn’t trying to.

And eventually, after an hour of trying to talk yourself out of it, it drew you right back to his side. As you slid into the sheets next to him, you tried your best to stay quiet and not to wake him. But when a warm hand was placed on your hip, you knew you’d failed to do so.

“I love you.” He tiredly spoke. You said nothing. Instead, you laced your fingers with his.

I just can’t stay done with you.

[f1-chaos]

I’m trying to put together a playlist of songs Oscar mentioned or used in his social media posts. It’s far from complete, let me know songs I should add (and their source please ☺️)

Updated: 26/June

Bancroft - Lemtom (TikTok, 26/Jun)

Still Ridin - Barry Can’t Swim (Instagram, 25/Jun)

Eatin’ Good - Woodcamp (Instagram, 21/Jun)

Swimming Places (Jerome Sydenham Remix) - Julien Jabre (Instagram, 19/JUN)

Cops & Robbers - Sammy Virji, Skepta (Instagram, TikTok, 17/JUN)

Call You Back - Josh Butler, Bontan (Instagram, TikTok, 04/JUN)

Back to Reality - RMS (Instagram, TikTok, 02/JUN)

Like I Like It - Mau P (Instagram, 01/JUN)

Da Funk - Mochakk, Joni (Instagram, TikTok, 31/MAY)

The Process Is The Good Part - geods sorèd (Instagram, 26/MAY)

Pushing On - Oliver $, Jimi Jules, TikTok, 26/MAY)

Eyes Without a Face - Billy Idol (Instagram, TikTok, 21/MAY)

Always - JAYC (TikTok, 17/MAY)

Euphoria - Claptone (Instagram, 17/MAY)

Clothouse - Hector CT (TikTok, 15/MAY)

Move Your Body (Future House) - Tchami (TikTok, 06/MAY)

No Bad Vibes - Jazzy, KILIMANJARO (Instagram, 06/MAY)

Oh Honey - Angelo Ferreri (Instagram, 05/MAY)

Back in the Dance - Darius Syrossian (TikTok, 05/May)

Like This - ZARG (Instagram, TikTok, 05/MAY)

So Good - NOSI (Instagram, TikTok, 28/APR) note: it’s the song in the background of the video, not soundtrack

CALMNESS - MVTRIIIX, Kingpin Skinny Pimp (Instagram, TikTok 26/APR)

Shapes (Oh Will) - Sammy Virji (TikTok, 22/APR)

Nostalgia - Sammy Virji, Issey Cross (Instagram, 21/APR)

Stay - FISHER (Instagram, TikTok, 20/APR)

What Does It Take - Cody Wong (TikTok, 14/APR)

Racing Green (Disrupta Remix) - High Contrast (Instagram, TikTok 13/APR)

Rally House - valtis (Instagram, TikTok, 12/APR)

GLUE (DnB) - VULTURE$ (Instagram, TikTok, 11/APR)

Automatic - Silva Bumpa (Instagram, 9/APR)

Rave Out - Turno, Skepsis, Charlotte Plank (Instagram, TikTok, 7/APR)

The Final Countdown - Europe (Oscar’s pick for karaoke song, YouTube, Which Driver Has The Best Karaoke Pick? on F1 channel, 02/APR)

Wacuka - AVAION, Sofiya Nzau (Instagram, TikTok, 24/MAR)

LETS GO - Lykia (Instagram, TikTok, 23/MAR)

Find My Way Home - Sammy Virji (Instagram, 17/MAR)

Ventriloquist - Chris Gresswelll (Instagram, TikTok, 6/MAR) Note: also recommended in the 3/MAR video

Big Dawgs - Hanumankind, Kalmi (Instagram, TikTok, 22/JAN)

Baiana (Sped Up) - Bakermat (TikTok, 17/MAR)

I Guess We’re Not The Same - Sammy Virji (TikTok, 3/MAR)

Not Like Us - Kendrick Lamar (Instagram, TikTok, 13/FEB)

Chihiro - Gravagerz (TikTok, 31/JAN)

Real Love - Retrowaves (TikTok, 24/JAN)

The Days (NOTION Remix) - Chrystal (TikTok, 19/JAN) Note: also recommended in the 3/MAR video

Who Loves The Sun - Jo. Ke (TikTok, 13/JAN and 29/JUL)

It’s That Time (FISHER remix) - Marlon Hoffstadt (TikTok, 16/DEC)

Peach - salute, Sammy Virji (TikTok, 10/DEC)

Let Go - Duskus (TikTok, 02/DEC)

If U Need It - Sammy Virji (TikTok, 25/NOV)

Somedays - Sonny Fodera, Jazzy, D.O.D (TikTok, 05/NOV)

Thunderstruck - AC/DC (TikTok, 22/OCT)

Way Down We Go - KALEO (TikTok, 06/OCT)

Let It Happen - Matt Frank & The Manic Moon (TikTok, 24/SEP)

Safe and Sound - Capital Cities (TikTok, 17/SEP) Note: version used was “slowed + reverb”

I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li (TikTok, 18/AUG)

Praise Jah In The Moonlight - YG Marley (TikTok, 25/MAY)

Greedy - Tate McRae (TikTok, 22/MAY)

M to the B - Millie B (TikTok, 28/APR)

Bring It Back - Sosa (UK) (TikTok, 18/APR)

Check Da Method - SonoTWS (TikTok, 16/APR)

Lose Yourself - Eminem (Oscar’s hype song, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

Streetside - Bru C, Bou (Oscar’s song to fall asleep?, other hype song, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

Don’t Worry Be Happy - Bobby McFerrin (Oscar’s song for a happy moment, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

Tri Poloski - Davay (Oscar’s song for sleeping, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

[chcrryripe]

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[loveln4]

LEWIS HAMILTON x ICE COLD SINGER!READER

My cold heart is finally melting.

- tate mcrae, Revolving door

synopsis: a singer is invited to a formula one event where she meets lewis hamilton.

She was dreading the night laid out in front of her. The cold hearted singer wasn’t a fan of cameras and parties but she had to go for the sake of her manager.

This was a night of snobby drivers and their girlfriends, a night of drinks and toasts, and a night of fake smiles.

Her car rolled up in front of the venue, stepping out and thanking the driver, her black coat enveloping her body. It was cold, December just a few days ago, Christmas still on the tip of her tongue.

Her week was filled with travel, late nights at the studio and dance practice with her choreographer. She had finally had a night to dress up and drink ridiculously expensive champagne.

As she entered the lobby, warmth engulfed her immediately. Being an ambassador for Ferrari Fashion she was expected to show up, and when she did, cameras were flashing.

“Beautiful coat you’ve got on, may we see the dress underneath?” A woman asked, a large grin on her face.

The singer willingly stripped off her coat and handed it to someone who she suspected was part of the venue. The flashing became unbearable as she walked past the large group of photographers and entered the main room.

It was gorgeous. The atmosphere was dark with little glittering lights and euphoric purples and pinks being the only source for sight. Her mouth agape, she turns to take it in, accidentally bumping into a solid chest.

“Sorry.” Her hands flew up to her mouth,faking her concern for the man in front of her. “I should’ve looked at where i was going.”

The man in front of her smiled, a gap in the middle of his teeth, Lewis Hamilton. “It’s all good, beautiful.” His eyes filled her with a new sense of feeling. She hadn’t felt like that before, well not since her ex fiancé.

He stepped left to go around her but she intervened, “Wait,” Lewis stopped in his tracks and looked down at her eagerly, “I’m Y/n.”

Lewis laughs softly, “I know, my brother loves your music. He never shuts up about your songs.”

“Huh.” She cockily replied.

They stare at each other in silence. People moving around them, thankfully nobody interrupting their staring contest.

“Want a drink?” Lewis asks, breaking the silence.

A small, polite smile turns at her lips, “i’d love one.”

As the night went on Lewis and Y/n had slowly become tipsy.

Lewis was so close to passing out but was startled awake by Y/n’s laugh. She had a blush on her cheeks that wasn’t there when the night had started and her lip products were smudged off after around the fifth shot.

She was giggling to herself and Lewis couldn’t help it but watch her. This is the first time in the whole night that she had laughed, let alone show some joy that wasn’t put on for the cameras taking a shot of them sitting down together conversing about work.

“I think we should leave.” She tells him instead of putting it as a question. Y/n didn’t have anything in mind for them spending the night together, that simply wasn’t her intention. She had feared that he wouldn’t get home safe due to his lack of energy.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He says as he stands up, slumping into her side, “My place?”

She snorts, “Please, we aren’t going to shag.”

“I want to.”

“No.”

“Why not?” Lewis pleads.

“Because.” She sternly says with an eye roll, leading Lewis out, grabbing their coats and calling her driver around.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He huffs with a dreamy smile.

She was slowly sobering up as they stood in the cold waiting for her driver to arrive. When he did she shoved him inside and buckled him up, doing the same to herself after angling his head gently against the window.

“Where to?” The driver had asked Y/n but she had no idea as to where he was staying.

“Uh…just drive around for a couple of minutes.” She tells him, hoping that Lewis would sober up sooner than later.

It was quiet and warm inside the suv. Their bodies sharing warmth as they sat beside each other, “Hey, Lewis.” She gently touches his face, her finger softly caressing his cheekbone, “Where are you staying, hm?”

He moved his face into her hand, “With you…i’m staying with you.” A felling hit her chest as he turned to face her, “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispered to her, close to her mouth, “Because you’re the most precious thing i’ve seen all my life.”

She moved toward his lips, “Lewis.” She whispered, “We can’t.”

“We can.”

He connects their lips together. It was short but enough for them to confirm the connection between them since she had bumped into him three hours ago.

“I’m staying with you.” Lewis whispers one last time before falling asleep against her side.

A/N: AGHHHHH I LOVE THIS?!?! i just want to clear up that Lewis is in fact sobered up just a wee bit when initiating the kiss!!

please leave requests for any drivers and scenarios you’d love for me to write 🩷

[comehomeetomyheart]

TATE MCRAE for Rhode’s Peptide Lip Shape Campaign (January 24, 2024)

[deargods]

♡ tate mcrae via tiktok

[crackishincorrecthp]

Harry: Live now, think later, I do it so well

[huellitaa]

𝓫𝓮𝓮'𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻: 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 '25 🎧🎀💬

welcome back to the first edition of bee's record player: 2025! 🎀🎧🗯️👛🎼 (FIRST ISSUE ♡) 31.5.25 ♡

this issue, we will be recapping...

♡ 2025 spring into summer on the music scene!

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ NOTICE

this was released a little later than i'd have liked it to be (original date was going to be may 31st), but life got there first, so we're here now! and, after being on hiatus for so long, bee's record player is officially back, making her returns as the end of each season! look out for bee's record player: summer edition droppin end of august 🗯️💋🧁

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 disclaimer ♡

bee's record player is a simple project i enjoy writing every so often and is in no way final or official. these are all my thoughts, opinions and insights that i have compiled together and are by no means definitive or final. take everything with a pinch of salt. enjoy! ♡

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ NOTABLE ARRIVALS

and now, in no particular order...

♪ eternal sunshine: brighter days ahead, ariana grande 🎼

♡ ALBUM: 19 SONGS ♡ 55 MINS ♡ RELEASED 28TH MARCH ♡

👛 panic, beomgyu ♪

♡ SINGLE ♡ 3 MINS ♡ RELEASED 27TH MARCH ♡

♪ itty bitty, ashnikko 🧁

♡ SINGLE ♡ 3 MINS ♡ RELEASED 31ST MARCH ♡

🎀sunshine & rain..., kali uchis ♪

♡ ALBUM: 14 SONGS ♡ 50 MINS ♡ RELEASED 9TH MAY ♡

♪ hell hill, elita 🦇

♡ ALBUM: 13 SONGS ♡ 45 MINS ♡ RELEASED 25TH APRIL ♡

💄 only cry in the rain, chuu ♪

♡ EP: 5 SONGS ♡ 14 MINS ♡ RELEASED 21ST APRIL ♡

♪ so close to what, tate mcrae 👛

♡ ALBUM: 16 SONGS ♡ 45 MINS ♡ RELEASED 24TH FEBRUARY ♡

🗯️ love language, tomorrow x together ♪

♡ SINGLE ♡ 2 MINS ♡ RELEASED 2ND MAY ♡

♪ oyster, chloe moriondo 🍰

♡ ALBUM: 13 SONGS ♡ 36 MINS ♡ RELEASED 28TH MARCH ♡

🐈‍⬛ DUH!, p1harmony ♪

♡ EP: 6 SONGS ♡ 18 MINS ♡ RELEASED 8TH MAY ♡

♪ fancy that, pinkpantheress 🎀

♡ ALBUM: 9 SONGS ♡ 20 MINS ♡ RELEASED 9TH MAY ♡

♪ 🗯️ sources include my spotify (linked in my intro post... haha.... which u shld totally follow... haha....)

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ PHOTOSHOOTS

in honour of fashion weeks all across the globe earlier on this quarter, i'd like to introduce a new category to bee's record player; photoshoots! my fav shoots n styles from the first quarter of '25 ♡

.⁺ ♡ KALI UCHIS: SPRING/SUMMER SHOOT, 10MAGAZINE 💬🩰🎼 ❜❜ ♡

so excited for sincerely!!! this shoot was so isolation era ♡

.⁺ ♡ HUENING KAI, LEA AND BAHIYYIH AT 2025 SEOUL FASHION WEEK 💬🩰🎼 ❜❜ ♡

the duffle coat the duffle coat the duffle coat the duffle coat the duffle coa t. lea n hiyyih r so cunty omf

.⁺ ♡ TYLA, BRITISH VOGUE, MARCH 2025 💬🩰🎼 ❜❜ ♡

okay so i don't even listen to her very often but she's so gorgeous i actually bought this issue just for her 😭😭😭icon!!!!

♪ 🗯️ sources include instagram, vogue, google images, and my photo gallery

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ EVENTS

♡ coachella '25, april 11th - 20th: honestly just as underwhelming as always. but green day performed so that always makes everything better!

♡ TXT CAME BACK FROM HIATUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

♡ pierce the veil, enhypen, pinkpantheress and skz are all coming to london this year!!!!!!!!! oh my gosh!!!!!!!!! uk gang rise!!!!!!!!!!!

♡ not an official music event, but i got to go see tomorrow x together on march 25th at the london O2! it was a dream come true and an irreplaceable experience that i'll never get again,,, i love you tubatu 💝💝💝💝💝💝💝

♪ 🗯️ sources include ticketmaster, music festival wizard, and my newsfeed

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ BEE'S FAVOURITES & NOTES

♡ okay so maybe i'm biased because . huuuge moa over here . but txt..... love language....... panic........ absolutely devoured

♡ one of my lovely best friends @sseobrangi actually got me into p1h this spring and duh has quickly become one of my fav kpop albums like. Ever . oh my gos . im nutting

♡ i actually listened to sincerely by kali uchis right after i got out of hospital for my mental health and it was OTHERWORLDLY. this has quickly become one of my favourite albums of all time and i do NOT use that phrase lightly. i love u kali

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ CONCLUSION

thank you for tuning into this spring's review of the music scene for 2025! this was released a little later than i'd have liked it to be, but i thank you for all the love and support no matter what, on all my posts and just in general from everybody 💝💋 i'm beyond grateful, and have a wonderful summer! until next time... 🧁💭

all my love! 🎀💬🐈‍⬛️🫶🏻🩷

[p-redux]

“Deuxmoi addressed the tip again during an appearance on the “Deux U” podcast, revealing that Whitfield privately messaged her asking to remove the post.

“She DMed me. She’s a beautiful girl,” the account’s founder shared. “She didn’t say whether or not it was true. But she said, ‘Can I please take it down? Because she’s trying to keep her private life private.’”

“I got two actual sightings of it,” DeuxMoi continued. “To me, her asking for it to be taken down means it was true. But I was like, ‘Go girl, you get it.’”

entertainmentnow . com / bravo / rhony -brynn-whitfield - dating - sam - heughan

Interesting, very interesting. It's looking like the Sam and Brynn Whitfield dating rumors are true. And I got a DM showing me singer Tate McRae had a concert in Glasgow--and guess WHO follows her? Yep, BOTH Sam and Brynn. 👇

BUT, I also got this Anon saying Vicky Farkasova and Sam were at the concert together. Mhm. 👇

I haven't gotten confirmation of that and I'm waiting for my Vicky source to give me more info. When she does, I'll add it here and reblog.

And now it looks like Brynn is in Venice, Italy. 👇

Let's see where Sam shows up next...and remember, he can date more than one woman...it's a thing...

PS. I've got a lot of RL stuff going on that needs my attention (nothing bad), so I'm a bit checked out from fandom stuff. But, if you send me info, I'll still post it...I'm just not as here mentally as I used to be. TBH, right now, I'm solely posting because you guys are still interested--I'm feeling over it. But, that always changes...

[versegallery]

Com licença, diva! Sim you msm 💅

Vc podeira fazer iquinhos da Tate Mcrae?? 😍

ooooi susuca dyva, faço amore 🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏻‍♀️💕💕

☆ ⌇ tate mcrae icons

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