Summary: It’s been a little over a year since Y/n and Charles Leclerc ended their relationship, the fans found out through gossip pages and Y/n went radio silent from everywhere...until the Grand Prix day when she came back with a compromising song and pap pictures of her and new beau. They say revenge is a dish better served cold, right?
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itsmeyn “Babe” is out now in every streaming platform. I was in a really bad place when I wrote this, but I hope my heartbreak can remind you that we are only humans and the good things will come. 😘
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user2 You should not have come back, honestly 🙄
ynsunshine I LOVE IT, QUEEN!!!! Thank you for putting into words what I can’t.
charlesmonaco2 I get it that this is a song and that’s how artists express themselves, but why did she need to drag and expose Charles after almost a year?
⤷ f1winter honestly, I love Charles, but I don’t think she dragged him, she just shared her feelings with us after needing almost a year to heal. She’s quite the brave type.
elordiyn The fact that Jacob is real active and has been feeding us is such a win
⤷ euphoriamazing I hate and love the fact that he doesn’t mind pda too lol you saw that pic of him grabbing her 4ss? 😳 I had such a bi panic
paddockgossip
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paddockgossip After over a year away Y/n came back with a new, and hot - we have to agree-, boyfriend. The fact that Jacob Elordi posed for her in front of his white benz did not go unnoticed by fans. Looks like our Ferrari queen moved on.
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lewisbrasil LEWIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???
user10 why are you guys even talking about her? Isnt this a f1 gossip blog?! She’s not f1, move on
charlesunny I loved Charles and Yn together but I honestly cannot remember about them after seeing her and Jacob…honestly, the height difference, the hand Placement, the pda, the laughs 🥹 Im happy for her, she deserves the best
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jacobelordi 💜 life is better with you by my side, honey. Yn-month dump 📌
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itsmeyn I love you, love 💚
zendaya Im over the moon for you guys!
lewishamilton 🤍🤍🤍 Its good to see you smiling again, Yn! Take good care of her, mate.
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I had a dream the other night and realized I have been so terribly inactive on Tumblr and figured I could just put this out there. Completely take a turn in my account. So, I do realize this is so incredible niche. Do I care? No. Do I hope people like it? Obviously. Anyway, I hope this finds people who at least respect the vision lmao.
Summary: Y/N Swift-Styles (adoptive if you would please, bc shes like 16) spends the day in the Reynolds' house because Harry is across the world and Taylor has places to be and people to see (not in a bad way, she's a very good mom).
Disclaimers: nothing really, sicky stuff like sneezing and a puke bucket, no actual throwing up though. Other than that it's just cute family stuff and maybe a smidge of going crazy in emotional haze. Also, I totally made stuff up and did very little research. I am by no means pretending I know anything about these peoples lives.
Pay no mind to any spelling mistakes, sorry <3
Feel free to leave any constructive criticism, love that stuff truly
Sick Day
Y/N woke up with a very very stuffy nose. Not out of the norm if she’s completely honest, especially this time of year. Goddamn seasonal allergies amiright? However, the headache and full body chills is what allerted her that she could most certainly not go with her mom to the studio today and hang out doing online school like planned.
Y/N walked into the living room where Taylor was collecting her sheet music and trying to put her many many sets of lyrics into order.
“Moooommmm, *sniffle* I don’t feel good,” Y/N said as she plucked a tissue from the end table.
Taylor whipped her head around when she heard her daughter's groggy voice. Quickly standing from the couch, she hurried towards her daughter and held her shoulder as she blew her nose.
“Oh you poor thing, let me check your temperature,” rushing off to the bathroom, Taylor quickly returned with a thermometer and had Y/N put it under her tongue. Guiding her daughter to the couch, she grabbed the thermometer back and saw 100*f showing back. Grabbing Y/N’s shoulder and tugging her under her arm into a hug, Taylor began to think through her options.
“Oh sweetheart, I feel terrible leaving you here alone like this, do you feel comfortable being alone, or I could maybe call Blake and see if you could go over to theirs?” Taylor made sure Y/N’s eyes were actually focussed on her as she asked.
“No, I don’t want the kiddos to get sick *sniffle*,” was her response as she shoved her face into her mom’s side.
Little did she know Taylor was already ringing Blake to make sure her baby wasn’t left alone while she went to the studio.
“Hey, hey, hey! What’s up?” Blake exclaimed as she answered the phone. Taylor was disappointed to hear that she was obviously calling from a car.
“Y/N is sick but I need to go to the studio and Travis is obviously not here, and Harry is pointless to contact because he’s even more so not here. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking her for a bit just so I know she's eating and not going to pass out, but I can hear your driving– “ Taylor was cut off by Blake.
“Oh my poor fifth child. I wish I could, but me and the kiddos are on our way to my sister's house at the moment. BUT! Ryan is home right now and I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take her. He’s just doing some last minute line stuff and making sure he’s got his shit together before his meeting with the Marvel people Thursday. Hanging out with Y/N won’t bother him at all.”
“Oh, no no. That’s not necessary. I wouldn't want to bother him with this, I got it handled– “ again Taylor was cut off.
“Hang on girl, we’re your village right now. A village that's happy to help I assure you. I'll call Ryan and have him call you. Don’t you sweat,” Blake hung up before Taylor got the chance to argue again.
All Taylor could do was sit and wait for Ryan to call and hopefully convince him it wasn’t necessary and she could have her personal assistant stay with Y/N for a few hours then cut her studio day short.
Taylor glanced down at Y/N, it seems she had fallen back to sleep against her mothers side. That was okay, as long as she was comfortable Taylor was happy.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing with Ryan’s contact popping up on the screen. She quickly answered and was prepared to start her speech but Ryan had begun before she could. She swore, the more she talked to him, the more it seemed like Deadpool was him and he was Deadpool.
“Hello Ms. Swift-Kelce, you've reached Ryans Daycare services, at what time will you be dropping off my fifth-favorite child (not that any of the other four are in any particular order mind you)?” He cheerfully greeted.
“Ryan, seriously, as I told Blake, I don't want to disrupt you guys. She said you were busy, I don’t want to step on your toes,” Taylor responded exasperatedly, not taking the effort to comment on the Kelce name. She did however think to herself that she was happy she only had cats in addition to her one human child.
“Um, no, sorry. The words ‘disrupt’ and ‘busy’ are not in my vernacular when pertaining to family and friends. Seriously, drop her off when you need to. I’ll get her set up in front of the tv with a bucket and pack of tissues and we can watch my entire filmography and it’ll make her good as new,” Ryan responded. Taylor swore she could feel his eye roll.
Heaving a sigh in response, Taylor finally conceded, “Okay, we’ll be by in a little over half an hour, I’ll have my driver take us by yours on the way to the studio. Thank you Ryan, I’ll make it up to you.”
“No thanks necessary, I will however accept a voucher that I can redeem on the day one of my kiddos graduates for a One Direction reunion at her grad party as payment,” he said cheekily, “see you in a half hour,” and hung up.
Once again heaving a sigh, Taylor resumed packing her papers into her bag while trying to keep Y/N asleep. Once ready, she began gently rubbing Y/N’s back to rouse her awake.
“C’mon hun, Ryans gonna take you for the day, okay?” Taylor put on her own shoes after handing Y/N’s to her.
“Ooo! Okay *sniffle*, let me grab my phone and blow my nose one more time,” Y/N said as she headed back to her room.
Once she came back, this time with her shoes on and phone in hand, the two made their way down to the lobby and were assisted into the back of Taylor's car.
Getting to the Reynolds house was quick work, though Y/N assumed that was mainly due to her hazy bouts of consciousness. God, she couldn’t wait to sink into their nice plush couch.
There was something amazing about being taken care of like family by people who have no real obligation to you. Taylor and Harry were amazing parents. And Travis is iconic for sure. And Y/N was so so sure Kylie and Jason and their girls were gonna be phenomenal, but there was something so incredible about the Reynolds that has had her completely besotted since she met them.
Maybe it was Ryans crack-head energy, or Blakes ever coolness, but they were definitely great people that Y/N was so happy her mom had in their lives.
Speaking of, they were quietly pulling into their driveway now. Y/N could see Ryan opening the front door and standing there like a dork holding out a box of tissues like an offering.
Taylor opened the door and made sure Y/N didn’t fall as she got out of the SUV. The two made their way to Ryan and Y/N happily took the offered box.
“Sorry Blake and the munchkins aren't here kiddo, but you and I are gonna have the best movie marathon ever!” Ryan informed Y/N.
“You'll have more fun here than you would alone at home I’m sure, I’ll call the two of you when I’m on my way out of the studio alright?” Taylor got two nods in return. She made sure to thank Ryan a few more times, and kiss Y/N on the head, before making her departure back to the car.
“Alright Y/N, let's get you set up on the couch,” Ryan helped Y/N through the door and lifted the fuzziest blanket she’s ever seen from the couch to make room for her to lay.
After getting her situated, Ryan grabbed the TV remote and asked Y/N to pick what they’d be watching. After a few seconds of silence, Ryan turned to her and expected her to be asleep, that however, was not the case, and she was sitting there with tears brimming her water line.
“Oh goodness sweetheart, what's wrong?! I’ve only had you five minutes and I’ve already caused tears,” Ryan sounded so in distress it was only causing Y/N to actually start crying.
“I want to watch the gay boys,” she admitted very quietly after a few seconds of sniffling and one blowing of her nose into a tissue.
“Okay, ….I’m going to need a tad more information than that darling,” Ryan responded, feeling very confused, “Are we talking actually gay like Red White and Royal Blue, or Heartstopper, or something more underlying homoerotic like the Newsies, or Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes?”
Ryan patiently sat and waited for a response, even if he felt quite out of his depth. I mean, who is he to judge what her comfort movie or show is, really.
“I don’t know,” Y/N responded with a stronger burst of tears this time.
“Okay, okay,” Ryan took a deep breath and tried to think. He’s a girl dad, he can do this. If he can’t even do this now then what does that say for his future with his own kids. He can do this, “alright! How about I make a wheel? A nice little one from google. We can put all the movies or shows you want to watch in there and neither of us have to choose, how’s that sound?”
Ryan was feeling quite proud of himself with this idea, and Y/N seemed to be pretty on board, but then her face pinched up, and he didn’t know what he’d do if she started crying again.
Y/N quickly grabbed another tissue and sneezed. God she hated being sick. It made her so emotional with all the overstimulation of feeling hot then cold, and the tissues becoming rougher and rougher on her nose, and her ears keep popping. Ryans idea sounded glorious. A wheel of her favorite things so she’d be happy no matter the outcome AND she didn’t even have to choose herself. Yes please.
Finding her phone in the cushions, Y/N searched through her imessages to find the list of movies she had sent her mom to be downloaded to her plane's video software. Handing it to Ryan, Y/N watched as his form instantly relaxed and he began typing the titles into the wheel as he said. Once finished, he handed her phone back and also gave her his own so Y/N could spin the wheel.
Clicking the button, Y/N watched the movies go around and around. Ryan even tapping a drum roll out on his thighs to make Y/N giggle. Y/N was quite happy when the wheel stopped on X-Men: First Class. Nothing better than some Cherik and Jennifer Lawrence for when you’re sick.
Taking his phone back, Ryan quickly got Disney+ up and running to play the movie. If he was feeling a little jealous that she preferred x-men over his own Deadpool that he snuck onto the wheel, well, that was for him and nobody else to know about. He personally loved watching Deadpool when feeling under the weather.
Hopefully his new project will make it onto the list of her favorite underlying homoerotic movies.
Once the movie was playing, the two settled down to watch with rapt attention. Ryan would sometimes be disrupted by Y/N sneezing beside him, but it was pretty smooth sailing through the beginning. Ryan could see Y/N’s head turning into the pillow before jerking up to the screen again, but didn’t pay it too much mind. She’d sleep in no time.
Only, he probably should’ve kept a closer eye. The next time her head jerked up was when the youngins were all giving each other nicknames. It was quite a cute moment really. Only, Ryan turned to Y/N and saw more tears welling up.
“Oh gosh, what’s up honey?” Ryan asked, trying to sound as upbeat as he could through his panic.
“I missed when Logan told them to fuck off,” Y/N responded with a wavering voice.
Ryan again felt incredible relief, “oh thats an easy fix, we can rewind no problem sweetheart,” Ryan leaned forward for the remote and began to rewind back to when Charles and Erik began selecting mutants, all the while listening to Y/N’s cries lessen into sniffles. This also assured Ryan that maybe he would make it onto the favorites list… everyone loves Hugh Jackman.
Playing the movie from that point went fine. Y/N actually settled down to actually fall asleep after the Cherick gun-to-head bonding.
Once she was asleep, Ryan felt comfortable running up to his office to bring his project outlines down to the dining table.
This is how they spent the next few hours. Ryan woke Y/N to eat some soup he made, and then did end up putting on Red White and Royal Blue because he hadn't seen it. Y/N ended up falling asleep again around the group's Texas trip.
Near the end of the film, Taylor called Ryan and informed him she’d be by in twenty minutes, along with another string of unnecessary apologies.
Ryan decided to let Y/N sleep and welcomed Taylor in to wake her. The last thing he needed today was another bout of tears.
After Taylor and Y/N hugged Ryan bye (with another round of thanks and sorrys) the two got back in the car and made their way to their apartment.
“Did you have a good day sweetheart?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah, I had a good couple sleeps and food,” was all she responded with. Taylor figured that was good. Usually when at the Reynolds' she comes home with stories of the mischievous activities they got up to. Taylor can imagine that the lack of details means it was pretty tame, she’ll have to call Ryan for more details, but that could wait.
Arriving at their building, Taylor and Y/N made their way into the lobby, both thanking the doorman of course, and up the elevator to their apartment.
“Go take another nap sweetie, you look like you need it,” Taylor got Y/N laid out in her bed and got her shoes off her before tucking her in. Meredith even joined her in Y/N’s room and hopped up on the bed to begin her healing purrs.
Kissing Y/N on the head, Taylor left the room to start making a light dinner. She’ll have to look into what it’d take the 1D boys to perform at James’ graduation party. She had like nine years, she’ll make it work.
summary: a look through your relationship with Chris while you are in a low point of your professional life.
a/n: Tumblr crashed and I have to rewrite it :/ You can now find Lover (part 2).
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Reputation is how you two met. Flashback when you met me your buzz cut and my hair bleached. You were still with your ex when you attended the Met Gala and met Chris. Ryan Reynolds introduced him to you after dinner was done.
You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. You were talking and drinking with him, no sight of your boyfriend. You made fun of his Boston accent and he, as payback, made fun of your yellow baby chicken hair, you both laughed it off due to the alcohol in your systems. You left a bit after and went home to your cats.
You and your ex broke up two weeks later after realizing you wanted different things for your future. It was okay, it wasn't anything really serious so you wrote about it in your diary and kept going on with your life.
You signed your new contract with a new discography after differences with the previous one and had a celebratory dinner at Blake's place.
Then, a few days later she texted you asking if it was alright if she could share your number with Chris Evans. You said yeah.
Chris texts you saying how lovely it was to meet you and that he hopes he is not wasting your time. It's fine, don’t worry, you reassure him. I’m baking cookies. How are you? you add. You were taking advantage of the free time, doing hobbies that were a bit left aside when touring around the world.
I love cookies, he replied and you sent him a pic of the oven.
Cool. I’m actually watching a baking show. [image attached] it’s a pic of the tv, his sleepers, and a dog close to him.
I love that show! Who is that?
It’s Dodger. [image attached], this time is a selfie of Chris with the pup.
Cute!
You leave your phone aside and take the cookies out of the oven. You sent him a pic of them nicely displayed on a plate, one of your cats is in the back.
You talk the following weeks through texts and you find he is in new york for work.
One day you are really tired, eyes and fingers burning from composing and playing with the guitar, that you text him: can I call you? and he replies with a quick yes.
You are talking when he mentions he's wrapping his project soon and he asks if you are close to new york.
You tell him that you are, in fact, in the big apple.
“Cool. Maybe you want to grab a drink… or coffee... or tea. Whatever you want.” You hear stutter a bit making you smile as you see your cats playing.
“I… yeah. It would be nice to have drinks.” You end up saying after debating if it was a good idea, if you got caught or whatever media liked to call it wouldn't be good, for you or him, but Why would you have to stop yourself from good things?, you think.
He sends you a text with the address of a bar.
You arrive at the dive bar on your black low-profile car (as low as it can be in New York) around 11pm when he was done. Also, the darkness will help you both be undercover, or at least that's what you think.
He was waiting for you in the back, standing once you reached the small tall table.
He got a whiskey and you a glass of wine and the conversation flowed about your love for wine and then it developed in other interests in common.
He noticed how you turned around from time to time, so he asked after an hour or so "Is everything okay? Am I too boring?"
"What? No. I'm just... Sometimes I feel that they are watching me but there's no one looking, is like..."
"Like you are in a fishbowl and everyone is looking at you expectantly" Chris adds when you start looking for words.
"Yeah, and then they start with their stories, and it's not something I want to deal with right now."
"We can leave if it's too much."
"You wouldn't mind?" you say looking sorry at him, knowing your presence was too much for people sometimes. it's always y/n y/l/n who they wanted and not y/n. He shakes his head and leaves a bill on the table that most definitely covers the drinks and the tip.
You are now in your car, windows up, with a tad uncomfortable silence on the way to his hotel.
"Sometimes I wish I was invisible," you say to him staring at the busy streets and people in coats. "Like, I feel it could be much easier to just... be."
"I wanted that for a long time too," Chris says when you turn around to look at him, his blue eyes finding your y/e/c eyes. "but with time I realized that what I wanted was being unrecognizable and not invisible."
You keep talking after that deep conversation that made the air more comfortable until you reach the direction. You noticed it wasn't that far but traffic is always hectic in this city.
"So... thank you for the invite," you tell him, not knowing what to really say. Would he ask for you to go with him for more drinks? Should you invite yourself over? So before ruining it you add: "Next one is on me."
He says goodbye matching your awkward energy and once he is inside the hotel your chauffer turns on the engine to drive you to your NYC home.
Somehow Chris manages to be the source of your inspiration, turning blank spaces into pages full of fast writing with melodies in your head.
You continue to go out at night, enjoying Times Square and the crowded and busy avenues, no one pays attention, focused on the blinding lights, to busy taking selfies and pictures, window-shopping, or on their way to a fancy club.
Its nice to walk around, just the two of you, and well, your bodyguard walking far behind, but you forget about him and everyone else when you are with Chris. He goes to your apartment or you go to his hotel, always wondering if you should stay with him or if he should stay instead of leaving, feelings being present lately in you, and hopefully in him too.
You and Chris keep talking until one day you wake up to that song and then the bomb explodes on your face, figuratively of course, even if it felt like you got physically hurt from all the comments and false statements people were throwing at you. There's a bunch of paparazzi and people outside your apartment, nothing weird, even though it's definitely not normal and you know it.
You leave your apartment like you were a spy running away after being caught, to a house outside of new york. It's calm, but if you need anything from the city you are still close to it. You don't plan on needing anything from there, even if you miss some people. Also, you deleted all the social media apps after seeing what they were calling you.
You ignored everyone, even Chris. He send you a few texts and called a few times. If the mess had happened before and Chris and I were papped, it would also be him thrown in the trenches, it goes to your mind.
Your friends, the real ones, and your family were keeping you sane.
You were playing with the guitar, just for fun, to your cats, who were not having it, when you receive a call from Chris. You let your phone sound until I goes away, but you received a few texts from him. We miss you, it says, with a pic of him a Dodger. Can you answer the phone? you read before a call appears.
You didn’t want to answer but it was days and days of ignoring him because of your doubts.
"You are quite difficult to find these days, darling."
"Yeah, I'm on-" mandatory break from the masses who hate me, they made me disappear, they exile me without trusting in me after all. "on a break." you end up telling him. It was not, but it sounded better than the options going through your head. He probably doesn't even know, you think, remembering he is not really keen on social media. Am I a bad person for doing this to him? Ugh.
He hums, probably not believing in you. So you end up telling him what is going on with your career and yourself after he says you don’t sound good and asks again.
"Well, I can always go to you, if that's okay. We can bake cookies.”
You make a great comeback and ignore all the media, barely posting on your socials, just enjoying all the time you have with Chris, who was the inspiration for most of your songs.
You got papped a few times, sometimes with friends in common but it arises the rumors of you dating. There are some pics of only you two together but they are blurry and not compromising, so people are on edge.
You have the secret sessions with your fans, bake cookies for them, take pictures, and talk about the album after playing it for them.
When your second single drops, everyone starts pointing out that Chris is your boyfriend by all the lyrics. Ocean blue eyes being the main thing they take into consideration.
It’s more obvious when the tour starts and he posts a pic of himself but fans are quick to point out you were on the same palace. And of course, someone takes pictures and videos of him at the first concert.
He is busy with his own projects, but he goes to the other tour dates and spends I’m the back with your and his family.
He makes sure to hug you after you are done with the concerts he attends and to message you when he can’t be there.
» Part 2: Lover
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Pairing: black!fem!reader (she/her pron.) x charles leclerc
Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, fluffffff, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!
Summary: Y/n, a famous singer, drops a song that is more like a letter confessing her feelings, and some fans are convinced it’s about F1 golden boy Charles Leclerc.
a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛
a/n2: Last imagine I wrote for Charles (Babe) was angsty, so I thought I could do something fluff just because 🫶🏾
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itsmeyn
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itsmeyn New music coming soon ❣️
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ynsunny I love the whole red thing going on! Can't wait for the song to drop
lovelyn1998 I wonder whose handwriting is this...
⤷ popynyln the crazies do be crazying huh
zendaya ❤️❤️❤️❤️
ynfrance WE ARE READY!!!!
portalyln new album when, queen?
fanuser wake up, mother, theyre creating theories about you on twitter
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc back home 💙
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sainzandrussel rest and get ready ❤️🔥 lets go!
lechairles IS THAT A SOFT LAUNCH????
ynandleclerc That’s absolutely a black girl and that is absolutely Yn Yln
⤷ oned1ream AND SHES WEARING HIS SHIRT 😭😭😭😭😭😭
charles1999 where are the pap pics, he must’ve paid them, not possible…
⤷ ynisland if this pic is really her, maybe. She’s able to pull that sometimes
f1hundreds Idc about anything, he looks happy 🥹
popynyln what if the crazies were into something?????
⤷ biebershawn well, at least the fact that charles is with someone they got right eh? hahah
⤷ redmercedes but that last pic is not proof of a relationship, its just a picture
⤷ biebershawn have you ever heard about SOFT launch?
ynportal waiting patiently for her username to pop on the likes… cmon, yn, I dont have all day
itsmeyn
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itsmeyn It feels so good to be home! ❤️
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sunshineyln EXCUSE ME??? Who gave you the right to look this pretty???
delutifosi y’all know where this is right? is yn by any means Monegasque?
⤷ lovelyn1998 what do you think she means by “home”, bestie? 😇😇 the bullies are owning us an apologyyyy
⤷ ynfrance I CANT BELIEVE U GUYS WERE RIGHT OMG hahahaha
ynwinter she thinks she slick, the whole internet already knows, mother
taylorandyn nice soft launch, except some people figured it out weeks ago lol
midnightyn so you’re telling me not only she’s in Monte Carlo with Charles but she’s also with her friends AND wearing his shirt I-….
⤷ antiherobop can you imagine???? they probably already know each other and are really comfortable together, Im so happy if thats the case, Yn deserves a partner that loves all of her pieces and extentions
user10 she is literally glowing
⤷ charles1623 I would too if I were getting d- down by charles effing leclerc
⤷ fan43 LMAOOOO
itsmeyn
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itsmeyn everything has changed
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charlesleyn THEYRE BREAKING THE INTERNET!!!!
sayhello1d Omg can I please find someone who looks at me the way she looks at whoever it is? Like she’s so in love I wanna cry
ynmonaco Now I know because they were not seem each other, one look, one picture, one MOVE and EVERYONE would know they were in love, look at her!!!!!
carlitospain I can’t believe Charles Leclerc catched Yn Yln, its freaking Yn Yln!!!!!
⤷ lekingo16 homeboy has rizz lol
user80 She is so pretty I feel like crying
ynandcharles I feel so single looking at these pictures, its like shes mocking me 😔
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charles_leclerc everything has changed and I am so grateful for it ❤️
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sunshineleclerc he really said fck soft launch huh?
delusitifosi WE TOLD YALL!!!! Now say you guys are sorry!!!!
ynwander The way he is hugging her in all three pictures 😭 yeah Yn looks like you really found home
pierregasly Now can someone other than Yn get those hugs?
⤷ itsmeyn no 👍🏾
⤷ charles_leclerc no 👍🏻
⤷ ynlilly HAHAHAHA I ALREADY LOVE THEM
lewishamilton the best looking couple in the paddock!!! 🤍🤍🤍
⤷ itsmeyn whatever you say is the law, so I believe it, bestie 👑💛
⤷ lovelyn1998 U TELLING ME SHES CLOSE FRIENDS W LEWIS????
user10 I am so angry I did not believe on those twitter girlies 😭
ynfeels I’m so happy seeing her being pampered, she deserves a calm love, I am really happy
itsmeyn I love you 💗
⤷ charles_leclerc I would move the world for you. I love you the most, mon ange
⤷ disneyf1 I feel like Im intruding somehow 🧍🏾♀️🧍🏾♀️🧍🏾♀️ they too cute
schumickey47 Do you guys need a son, a cleaner, or a dog maybe? I can bark etc
⤷ user1 LMFAOOOOOO
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