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I know I've never really reblogged anything about 5SOS on here, but this one has to be here.

Calum coming on stage at his OCO listening party in Paris — Jun. 2nd, 2025

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Private Number # Chapter Twenty Two

Daniel Ricciardo x Aero Engineer!Reader

Summary: You didn’t like him. That much was clear to both of you. He was cocky and arrogant and totally oblivious to all of the work you and your team did for him. No one else saw him for the egomaniac he was - only you. You were forced to work for him but that didn’t mean you had to fall under the spell he had trapped everyone else under. And you made sure that he knew that.

Chapters: 22/?

Warnings/ Rating: Swearing. Degradation of main character.

Word Count: 3574

Posted: 25 Mar 2025

It wasn’t a chore to domestically exist with Daniel Ricciardo. 

He was housetrained: he cooked, he tidied up after himself, and made sure that you were never left wanting for anything. Anything. And you weren’t speaking of materialistic things. 

You were pretty sure that in the last twenty four hours alone, the two of you had practically christened every surface in the house so much that if a crime scene team ever came in here with a UV touch, they’d be skittering away from your place faster than they could ask ‘what the fuck?’.

And it was… blissful. 

God, how had you been so oblivious for this long to realise that he was so much more to you than the driver of your car and an incessant pain in your ass?

But your pain in the ass was now standing – shirtless, good lord that man had a body – in the kitchen, loudly humming away to the country song he had overrun your speaker system with as he cooked you dinner. And you were just fondly watching him, waxing teeth-achingly sweet poetry about him in your head. How had you never realised how empty your house felt until his presence filled it totally?

His car keys on the bench, his shoes by the door, and his jacket thrown so carelessly over a kitchen stool, breaking up the clean perfection that was your previously dull life. Those little things that you hadn’t experienced from anyone in such a long time. Had you ever actually experienced it? Your dating life had been extremely limited before him – dedication to your work had put a pin in that particular balloon of your life for the longest time. But now you had him, someone that would so openly understand the world you lived, because he lived it too.

“So,” You started, as one song faded out to the next. “Are you just planning on being here to cook for me every night? Because I’m already getting used to the idea of not living on cup noodles or eggs on toast anymore.”

Daniel chuckled, still facing the stove. “If this is your way of asking me to move in, its a piss-poor excuse for it.”

Warmth flushed your face. You hadn’t even considered how that would’ve sounded to him – you’d only been together officially for 24 hours, moving in was out of the question… right?. You stumbled and stuttered a response, watching with growing relief as his laughter shook his shoulders. “Asshole.” You muttered under your breath.

Daniel only laughed harder. “As long as you want me here, cooking your dinner and serenading you, I’ll be here, honey.”

God, you just melted when he called you honey. 

“So,” he continued. “You didn’t get the chance to tell me how today with Christian and Bianca went today–”

“Bianca! Shit! That was her name!” You exclaim, smacking your forehead. Fuck, how could you not remember that? Daniel only quirked an eyebrow. “Um, yeah, the meeting went…well, I guess? Not for them, but definitely good for me. Pretty much told them to shove it, keep their nose out of my family business and focus on the work I do as lead aero-engineer. So a successful meeting in my books.” 

You finish with a shrug.

“Told ya,, the ‘fuck ‘em all’ approach: works like a charm every time.” He glanced over his shoulder to flick you a shit-eating grin. He flicked his head to the side, “Also, hope you don’t mind, I cracked a red for the recipe and figured you might want a glass or two depending on how your day went.”

Without saying anything beyond “A man after my own heart,” You strolled over to pour both of you a glass. Before you could chicken out, you continued, “You know, if you don’t have your own place near the factory you are more than welcome to stay here. With me, obviously. But if you do have your own place that’s obviously totally fine too, I’m not trying to pressure you to–”

He cut you off with a smacking kiss to your temple, and cooling the burning heat that had very quickly been flushing across your cheeks. “Saves me from booking an Airbnb every time I have to do sim work… Plus, you’re right, I’d be with you, obviously. ” 

He finished with a smirk, clearly drawing some level of amusement from your bumbling words. You almost flushed again from his quirked mouth, a flash of a memory coming to mind of exactly what he had done with that very same mouth the night before (and that morning, and again in the shower you had shared).

“Good.” You managed to choke out, taking a large swig from your wine to hopefully cover how you croaked out your response. Daniel only let out a chuckle, and turned back to the stove.

“You know,” He said casually, stirring the pot of the chicken cacciatore – oh lord, you needed to marry this man – bubbling away. “I had a very interesting run in with Penny from HR this afternoon.”

You felt your shoulders tense ever so slightly. You and Daniel hadn’t specifically said when you were going to announce your relationship to the people it needed to be, but you had a feeling you knew where this was going. 

“She said that she had a particularly stimulating conversation with Christian when he came to see her. He mentioned needing to pull out a policy that he’d need me to sign. Something about intra-working relationships, specifically for senior members of staff, that sort of thing. Do you know anything about that? He said that it was apparently already ‘pretty serious’ and would need to be done quickly.” Even with him turned away, you could feel the smug grin on his face.

Immediately, you groaned. Daniel’s barking laughter covered the sound of Zac Bryan’s crooning for a moment, and you felt like crawling under the dining table in embarrassment. “I might know something about that?”

Daniel hummed non committedly. “Apparently it was a real shit day for Christian. Lost his PR marketing strategy in you, and then the most marketable, ruggedly handsome, single driver on the grid. Bad morning to be Christian Horner, huh?”

Finally Daniel turned back to you, and confirmed the grin you had suspected was there. He kept talking, his smile widening with every word. “So I would say that your meeting was productive in more ways than one today, huh?”

You sucked in both your lips to hide the smile creeping over your own face. Making sure that the team principal’s day had been a shit show in more ways than one was most definitely a highlight of your career. Daniel’s eyes met yours, and you both cracked into rib-splitting laughter. “Oh, man, I would’ve given anything to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.”

You laughed again. “His face was the most remarkable shade of red. It was like a ripened tomato! I’ve got a feeling that Geri will make sure that man is on heart medication with how high I think his blood pressure hit.”

Both of you burst into cackles again, and the warmth of your homecoming hit you all over again. It had been so long since you had come to your place and felt at home. Whether it was the place itself, or the man standing before you giving you a plate of chicken cacciatore and a kiss, you weren’t sure.

But you had a feeling it wasn’t the house.

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You should’ve known better than to expect the blissful reality you were living to last. It was always like this in your life; things were going well and then the universe decided to send you a ‘fuck you, sit down’ type event to make sure you never forgot where you stood in your own life.

The day had started perfectly: you had woken up to the sight of the man you adored with his head planted firmly between your thighs and your breaths coming out in a gasp, then he’d cooked you breakfast. Then you’d shared a shower, with you firmly pressed up against the glass door and Daniel behind you, taking you so hard  that you were sure your neighbours a block over could’ve heard the cacophony you were making.

And then you’d done something neither of you had done before: you drove to work together. He finally had the chance to drive your old school Aston Martin DB4 that he had no-so-secretly coveted all those months ago. You had laughed at him wildly as he sat in the driver’s seat and stroked the wheel with pure reverence in his eyes.

And when he had finally pulled out onto the road and turned to meet your eyes, you could see more than just adoration for the car in his eyes. Even more so when his hand slipped across the middle console to grip your thigh. You rolled your eyes at the cliche, but shimmied over closer to him anyways. You were such a sucker for the man.

When you had finally pulled into the Red Bull Milton Keynes headquarters parking lot, he’d gotten out of the car, shot you a glare as you made to open your own door, to come over and very gentlemanly help you out. Again, you had rolled your eyes at him with your lovestruck grin hidden between your teeth, and made some sarcastic commentary about women’s suffrage that had him laughing too.

Hand in hand, you entered the foyer of the main building, and ducked your head as people turned to stare open-mouthed and wide-eyed as you made your way to the elevators. And when you had successfully made it across the gauntlet of impolite stares, Daniel swept you into his arms and pressed a long, smacking kiss to your forehead before walking away, leaving you a blushing mess.

“I’ll see you for lunch!” He shouted over his shoulder. Mouths still agape, it was almost comical watching people’s heads turn between you still flushing by the elevators, and Daniel swaggering away. 

You spun back to the elevators, frantically punching the button repeatedly in the hopes the elevator would hear your mental pleading for it to get here faster. 

And that’s where the blissful bubble of fantasy you were living in ended.

A small, feminine throat clearing sounded behind you. You shut your eyes, and prayed for any deity to answer your prayers that it wasn’t who you thought it would be. With a politely bland smile on your face, you turned to face Bianca from marketing or PR or whatever soul sucking part of the business she worked in. 

“Good morning, Bianca.” 

All you received in response was a hum of acknowledgement. And then in the most simperingly annoying tone possible, Bianca asked, “Have you spoken with Christian this morning? I believe he has some things to discuss with you. There were a few things we didn’t get to touch on before your departure, but I figured I’d see if he had managed to catch you up on them since then.”

“No,” Your teeth were gritted behind the aching muscles of your forced smile. “I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning, when I made my opinion of your next PR stunt pretty clear.”

Bianca let out a smug sounding hum, but there was nothing but cold malice flashing behind her eyes. “Yes, you made your position quite clear. Good thing that your contract had a few workarounds for us to… you know, work around. Anyways, enjoy your day!”

And before the sinking feeling in your stomach had fully landed, Bianca had already spun on her stupidly high heel and trotted away on the echoing linoleum foyer floor. Buzzing filled your ears, and you got onto the elevator on auto-pilot. 

They couldn’t have.

Surely they wouldn’t have.

They would have.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to your floor, where you watched like an outsider looking in, as your entire team turned to face you. Expressions ranging from awe to distrust shone out to you. But there was no mistaking the shock underlying each one of them. The entire floor of employees went silent.

Tentatively, you stepped out onto the aero-engineering floor and moved towards your office, hand scrabbling through your handbag for your phone as an excuse to keep from seeing all their staring eyes. Finally, as the glass door to your office swung shut behind you, you pulled out your phone. Hands shaking, you searched up the Red Bull social media pages, where you could see the same video had been posted across every platform.

Your face, the poster image of the bombshell news that had just rocked the motorsporting world. Every single aspect of your life that you had worked so hard to keep under wraps, now aired for anyone and everyone to see. 

The video was only just over a minute long, but watching felt like hours had passed by. They hadn’t gotten a direct interview with you, but the snippets of press work you had to do over the years were cropped in between shots of you working on the car or in the team. You working inside your office. You on the pit wall, pointing at data points and graphs with the team engineers looking over your shoulder. You laughing with drivers and pit crew.

All so complimentary to the work you had done - the invaluable part you had played in their success in building the team up to the formidable and almost unbeatable monster they had become this season.

All of that would’ve been fine, right up until the video flicked over to none other than Mr Christian Fucking Horner himself. Where he, in the backdrop of his stupidly glossy office, announced what an honour it had been to be a part of the continuation of your father’s legacy through you. That whilst you had hidden away from the public eye, racing blood was in your veins. Buzzing nothingness filled your ears, and Horner’s voice faded out as the rush of blood through your body took over every other sense. 

Without another thought, you clicked on the comments and began wading through the sea of shit that was people’s commentary on your life and your lies.

“Wow talk about nepotism as a disease. Can’t find a job anywhere in F1 where its not about what you know but who you know”

“Fuuuuuck no way!! Always wondered about that. Thought she must’ve died with them and the press just didn’t report it.”

“Raw and not even for the money. Next Question”

“Damn if I were here I wouldn’t even bother working, she must be fucking loaded with Shelby’s money”

“Yea, I’d tap that”

On and on, people’s comments flooded your screen. Commentary about your work was minimal - it hadn’t mattered all that had been said about your work. You had been reduced, with one ninety second clip, to the daughter of an F1 legend and nothing more. No matter that you nearly single-handedly developed technology that pushed the car’s aero-specs into the next stratosphere of technological advancements. It was suddenly no matter that you had been working behind the scenes, without a single mention of your father’s last name or his money or world championships. 

You had been reduced to nothing more than the product of someone else’s efforts.

Your screen went blurry, the tears that had been steadily filling your eyes spilling over. You sat down on your chair with a heavy thud, spinning it till it faced away from the rest of your team on the other side of your glass door. You wouldn’t be able to handle the looks of absolute betrayal that was surely on all of their faces. 

Even with the heavy panelled glass separating you from them, murmurings made their way through to you, even if the words themselves couldn’t be made out. 

The video played through for the fourth time. It was like a trainwreck you couldn’t look away from. 

And then the phone started vibrating. The words flashed across the top of your screen- incoming call from: Daniel The One and Only Sex God

Even with everything going on, you barked out a wet laugh. Clearly Daniel, between last night and this morning had taken your phone and changed his contact name. You weren’t sure what you had him down as anymore; had you ever actually saved his number? Or was it still the private number that had put all of these last few months into motion?

Dragging your finger across the screen, you picked up the call. Daniel’s heavy panting immediately came down the phone line. “Did you change your name on my phone?”

You don’t know why it’s the first thing out of your mouth with everything going on, but it is. He pants out a laugh, clearly as taken aback by the left-field questions as you are. A vague part of your brain wonders why he’s so out of breath. “We can come back to that, baby, I’m a little more worried about some other things going on right now.”

A watery, sad laugh makes its way out of you. “Guessing someone filled you in on the videos that dropped this morning then?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Where are you? I’m on the exec level and I can’t see you.”

You chance a glance around your chair, back out towards your team. You only look long enough to see a few people still looking your way. They’d formed a group now, huddled together and presumably discussing the news.  Whirling back around you say, “Hiding in my office. Deciding how long I’m going to have to live in here before all of this dies down. That, or whether the angry hordes will come after me with pitchforks screaming ‘down with nepotism’.”

“What angry hordes are going to come after you?” You can hear the whirring buzz of an electric drill in the background of the call now - clearly Daniel had moved on to another part of the factory. Inevitably making his way to you. “Pretty sure security would stop them before they got past the parking lot, honey.”

“Doesn’t help if they're already in the building.” You whisper. 

Daniel huffs down the line, and then the call cuts out. Right at the same time as the soft ‘whoosh’ of your door opening. You don’t turn around. You already know who it is.

He comes around to kneel in front of you, placing his hands on your knees, gentle but grounding. Tears start to fall again, and rather than sobbing you try to focus on all the small knicks and flecks across his knuckles and hands - the ones that tell the story of him. He leans forward to press his lips to your forehead. “I think you need to talk to your team.”

“Daniel, they think I’m a liar - which I am!” 

He hushes you gently, moving his hands to wipe the tears that haven’t stopped falling.”Even still,” he says softly, “They’ll want to hear it from you, not from some stupid post on social media.”

You look up at him and sniffle. “They’re going to hate me.”

Daniel smiles, and drags his finger under your eyes again. Swiping across your cheeks and down across your lips. “I think you underestimate the kind of leader you are. And overestimate the number of people who you think hate you.”

You shake your head, but he keeps you from moving away. “And,” he continues. “I think you forget that even if you hadn’t moved heaven and earth to be where you are today without using your father’s name, his name and his legacy…it’s not something to be ashamed of.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off again. “And, if anyone gives you shit–” he breaks with a peck to your tear streaked cheeks. “-- I’ll break their face.”

You have to laugh at that. There wasn’t a universe where you could see Daniel beating anyone up, but the sentiment warmed you. You knew what he meant: he was in your corner. He would be there to back you up, no matter what people said or did.

A soft echoing knock broke the bubble Daniel and yourself had built in the two minutes he’d been in your office. A young engineer, a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed recent uni graduate you had taken a chance on hiring last season, poked her head through the door with an apology in her wide eyes. You liked Jessie, she had reminded you of yourself when you were younger. But she was so much smarter, fresh and forward thinking. You had never had a reason to doubt your decision in hiring her. But the look in her eyes now had your stomach sinking.

“Hey, I’m seriously so sorry to interrupt, but uh, the team wants to, you know, speak to you. Out here, if that’s okay.”

You look past Jessie out on the aero-floor. The team that had been huddled before was now spread out. Some seated, other’s perched on their desk or standing tall with arms crossed, all staring at you expectantly. 

Daniel reached forward and pried the phone from your hands, locking it and finally shutting off the grating sound of Christian’s voice filling your office. Leading you out of your chair, he smiled gently. “Time to face the music.”

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Soooo, I guess, hi everyone? It's been a while, you look good.

Let me first say that whilst it has been a lovely long break from this platform, that I felt I needed, I will say sorry for those who have been ever so patiently waiting for updates that never came. I have set myself a small resolution this year of getting this story finished so I can remove it from the intrusive thoughts I have at night. I too, it seems, need to know how this story ends.

Welcome back, I hope you missed me like I all missed you. Cheers to more updates in future.

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ignore me, i'm just here to read the work of my long lost wife @art-outlaw because she, indeed, has updated!!! private number

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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

You're very welcome 🤍

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Monaco weekend means I go reread Sunkissed Face for the dozenth time & just appreciate the masterpiece that it is xx

They will always be in my mind too, Reader 🤍 Thank you for bringing me back to them tonight 🤍

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Heyo! I hope you’re doing well! I’m totally in love with you’re writing, it’s so beautiful! I was just wondering if we’d ever get an update to sunkissed?

Thank you so much for the kind words. I hope you'll like this special little nugget of a chapter 🤍

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pls bring back sunkissed face

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miss you dear, hope you're doing well ❤️

I'm doing as okay as I can, which is not a lot these days, but we'll manage. Thank you for still being the sweetest readers of all times. I don't know what I did to deserve you all 🤍

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sunkissed face - charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

summary: A special one, for a special weekend.

warnings: I'm not sure when I'll be back, but enjoy this one while it's out.

words count: 1k

a/n: You know I couldn't not write something. It took me thirty minutes, I did not reread myself, you're getting first draft, spur of the moment, here. I promise I'm not dead. Thank you for loving Sunkissed so much and for being the sweetest readers ever. Love you tons. Daghe Charles 🤍

The waves kept licking your toes, your sundress pooling around your thighs. The Monaco harbour was finally calm, the sea tame and the sun reflecting golden speckles on the horizon. The streets had been busy, busier than usual, but you found yourself in one of the rare corners of the principality where you’d be left alone, in a quiet bubble, where no one would bother you.

The week of the Monaco Grand Prix was always special. It was always a mix of a frenzy, crazy times that you never quite were able to deal with, but also a mix of warm sunsets, comfortable bed sheets and piano sessions to wake up to in the mornings. It was also the week of pains au chocolat in bed, of fresh and cold fruit juice in tall glasses, of wandering fingertips on your thighs and soft kisses in your lover’s neck.

The Monaco Grand Prix was always your anniversary weekend, too. Three years ago, you left your friends on a boat to sneak into a Ferrari event. Three years ago, you met Charles, who took you for a tour of the principality in his beloved Ferrari, then for a swim on his Riva boat. Three years ago, you sat on this same pier, listening to the cars drive in the background while Charles grieved the possibilities of a home win after a treacherous pole position secured by a crash into a barrier. Three years ago, you met the man you’d share your life with, dressed all in red and sunshine, a warm man who turned your world upside down with soft words whispered in your ears, with arms wrapped around your stomach and with tender kisses on your cheeks.

Three years ago, you dried tears of sadness for a man you barely knew.

Today, you dried tears of pride and happiness for the love of your life.

Charles was laying on the pier, his race suit still wet and clinging on his thighs. His hair was finally dry, curling in the most adorable little curls at the end, that you kept playing with absentmindedly, tangling your fingers in sea salt waves of brown strands, drowning yourself in the green eyes and dimples you loved so much.

Charles was finally relaxed of that remaining constant tension in his shoulder, he had finally achieved the ultimate dream of his and his father’s. He had won that Monaco Grand Prix that meant so much to him, after years of sadness, disappointment and doubts. You had gone through four races here, now, not one leaving you relieved about the outcomes. But this weekend, Charles had mastered everything he needed to have done, everything had finally clicked into place and with the complete support of his team, something you had pleasantly welcomed in your lives a few years ago, he had finally turned the dream into reality.

A few hours ago, he had jumped into the harbour with his team principal, yells of happiness and pride mixing with the sea salt water and the tears. You had waited your turn, letting him enjoy that win on his side, first with his team, then with his family. You’d lived a few wins with the Leclerc family already, but none that left everyone crying so much. You knew what it meant for them all, so you took a step back and left them to celebrate this one between themselves. Charles hadn’t said much after the podium and all the press duties. He had been relieved from the race debrief, there would be time to do that later, so you had patiently waited for your man to be free and ready to celebrate this one out with you.

So many of his friends were waiting for him at a club. So many of his peers were waiting to party and congratulate him. So many people in Monaco waiting for the prince of the day, the one who’d made everyone cry.

And still, Charles was laying on the pier, his head rested on your thighs, his breathing calm and relaxed, his eyes closed and his nose taking the faintest pink hues, a result of the sunkiss effect that drew you in the first time you’d seen him.

“Everybody is waiting for you, Charlie,” you whispered. “Let them wait. I’m good here,” he whispered back. “I don’t need to go to the club. I just need to lie here. I just need you.”

You smile at the horizon, knowing perfectly well that he would get jitters in a few hours, that he’d drag you to a club and that you’d end up driving his car because he’d be too hammered to drive himself. But for now, for an hour or two, you’d selfishly enjoy this one with your man.

His gold trophy was next to you, the medal hung on the little hairpin representation of the track. His cap, ruined by the water, completed the triptych of a magical afternoon, spent in the streets you fell in love with, just as you fell in love with the man lying at your side.

“Congratulations, my love,” you softly exhaled. “You deserved that one so much.” “Thank you,” he smiled a little. “I love you.” “I love you too,” you grinned.

The streets were finally calmer, after they’d exulted in celebrations. The harbour was finally quiet. The sun was starting to dip behind the horizon line. Your sundress was finally dry after you’d taken Charles’ hand and jumped in the water, taking your time to float in the sea and to kiss the winner under the heat of a May sun. Your hair was curling just like your boyfriend’s. You’d go back to your place, get rid of your clothes, slide in the shower together and God knows what you’d do in there. You’d party tonight, put him to bed when he’d irrevocably end up drunk and you’d make sweet love in your bed tomorrow morning, when the quiet and calm would be back to your lives.

Your Sunkissed boy had made it. You couldn’t be more in love with him.

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Hi. I disappeared for a long time, but I just wanted to say that Esteban is my new obsession of the moment. I'm totally okay. (it's false, send help)

ESTEBAN OCON P16 TO P4 I KNOW WHO MY GOAT IS 🐐🐐🐐

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Damn babe, I missed your words so much 🥹🩵 So happy you brought those two back, they’re obviously the best!

Private Number # Chapter Twenty One

Daniel Ricciardo x Aero Engineer!Reader

Summary: You didn’t like him. That much was clear to both of you. He was cocky and arrogant and totally oblivious to all of the work you and your team did for him. No one else saw him for the egomaniac he was - only you. You were forced to work for him but that didn’t mean you had to fall under the spell he had trapped everyone else under. And you made sure that he knew that.

Chapters: 21/?

Warnings/ Rating: Swearing.

Word Count: 2144

Posted: 18 Sep 2023

Waking up in Daniel’s arms was something you could very easily get used to. It hadn’t happened before, but the familiarity and pure rightness of it was hard to deny. Just like back at his apartment in Monaco that fateful afternoon – had it really only been a few days ago?–  you drank in the sight of sun-kissed skin, the lean cuts of muscle and the delicate puffs of air escaping through his mouth every few seconds. But unlike the last time, there would be no running away from one another.

After the finally-spoken promise of sticking it out with each other last night, you doubted there would be much that could drag you from the side of this exceedingly irritating man. And he was still irritating to you, that much would always stay the same. Just like you imagined that you would stay impossibly stubborn and somewhat snooty to him – only now it was exasperatedly cute traits. The kind of softly admired traits people ‘aww’ed over when they weren’t tearing their hair out over them.

You dragged your gaze over the long curve of his nose and his still-closed eyelids, and your thoughts slowly wandered to what this day would bring for the both of you. In amongst the bliss of you both finally pulling your heads out of your asses, and finally admitting that the intense dislike you had for each other was something else entirely, both of you had pointedly ignored the large Christian Horner and Helmut Marko sized elephant in the room.

The two men and the marketing team’s plot to unveil your direct relation to one of the legends of the sport would mean that any privacy and anonymity you had worked to maintain on the grid and in your life would be shattered. Because it would never just be one interview that Red Bull would ask for, it would be repetitive and invasive, not to mention the rest of the media circus jumping on the bandwagon. Your work – the obviously more important contribution you made to the sport –would be completely side-lined for you to talk about a man that you loved but had barely known.

You had been so young when he died, that over the years memories had faded and been replaced. You were fairly sure that the only reason you could picture him so clearly in your mind was because of the millions of photos of him scattered across the internet. There were people still working on the paddock that knew him far better than you had ever got the chance to – and yet that wouldn’t stop journalists and teams from hounding you, the ever elusive child of legendary Jack Shelby. God, you could almost see the headlines now…

Add on top of that your new blossoming relationship with Daniel, and fucking hell, the entire sporting world would be in a tizzy. Not that you were even sure just how public Daniel and you had planned on making the relationship. Was it even a relationship yet? Like, it was obvious that the two of you felt something for each other – and that something was seriously intense if the rumple of your bedsheets and the tousled state of your bedroom, hallway and kitchen was to say.

“Those are some pretty deep frown lines for this early in the morning.” Daniel’s husky voice broke through your thoughts and dragged you back to reality. The same reality that showed you a tanned god of a man with his eyes still shut and a small smile playing on his lips, laying by your side. 

“How would you even know? Your eyes are shut.” You quipped back, rolling up to your side and reaching the small distance to flick the tip of his nose gently. The tilt of his lips broke into a fully-fledged grin, but still he didn’t open his eyes.

“I don’t have to open them to know you’re frowning, your brain is exceptionally loud…even when you’re not saying anything.” Daniel mumbles, rubbing his face into the pillow harder. His eyes slowly flicker open, and his smile somehow grows even larger. “See, I knew you were frowning.”

You roll your eyes and flop back down beside him with a huffing laugh. “My apologies, I’ll try and control the volume of my thoughts in future,”

“What’s got your thoughts turned up to eleven this early in the morning? You’re not bailing on me already are you?” Insecurity and concern slipped into his last joking question, that you were quick to remedy with a peck to his lips.

“No bailing, just thinking about what plans Christian and Helmut are concocting… I worked so hard for so long to stay anonymous and now… It’s all about to just…implode. It’ll be like all the things I’ve done in the aero engineering space will just be completely invalidated just because of who I was born to, like my contributions are going up in a cloud of smoke.”

“Hey,” Daniel strokes a hand over the curve of your bare shoulder, gently running his hands down the soft skin of your arm, and back up. “You were never anonymous, your genius brain and loud mouth made sure that you were never hidden in the shadows. Hell, I’m pretty sure that no one else ever so obviously gave me shit as hard as you did – that gave you a pretty big rep around the paddock.”

“The rest of the world doesn’t know that though,” you mumbled, letting Daniel drag you back into the curve of his body. You rolled over and pressed your back into his chest, closing your eyes as Daniel’s lips replaced the hand that had stroked over your shoulder. “They're all going to call me a nepo-baby and it’s never going to be the same again.”

“Fuck ‘em all.” Daniel whispered. You let out a small laugh. Such an easy phrase for him to throw out, especially when Daniel was as self-assured as he was. When he’s in the top end of only twenty people in the world to compete in the sport he couldn’t afford not to be. “No, baby, I’m serious. You know who you are, you know what you’re worth. The car and the respect of your team speaks louder than any PR stunt of an interview ever could.”

You didn’t respond – you weren’t convinced, but Daniel’s unwavering faith had a flaming warmth building in your chest. You were pretty fucking sure it was more than just affection at this stage. Instead of speaking, you pressed harder against his chest, kissed the only bit of him you had access to –his bicep– and closed your eyes, prepared to sleep away your problems for just a little longer.

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“Okay, so here’s what I’m thinking–” Christian started, and already you were wishing he would just shut up. On top of that, you were also wishing that you had taken up Daniel’s offer of just calling in sick and lazing in bed with him all day. But you couldn’t hide from your problems forever, and you were done running from them. So there you were, sitting inside Christian’s office with him and some marketing PR lady and trying to find a way to navigate the minefield that was going to be this conversation.

The marketing/PR lady – Beth? Belle? – shit, you couldn’t remember her name now – politely cleared her throat. Christian cut himself off, and gestured for her to speak with a brief apology. “So we were thinking,” she started, “that we would release a couple short interviews with a few key members of our team, introduce them to the faces behind the success of this season. Just a person from each division, hit the key diversity points–“ god, there was so much wrong with that, you thought –”and then, BAM, we release a longer form interview where we break the internet; the aeroengineer genius who revolutionised our car, and not only that, she’s the long lost daughter of a legend of the sport. What do you think?”

Christian’s open grin told you all you needed to know about what he thought of the plan. But your stoney silence fell on deaf ears. Without even giving you the chance to speak your piece, Christian and Beth(?) had already started speaking again, brainstorming ideas of how to maximise exposure, the brand deals and other exploitative profit makers they could use you for.

You hadn’t even said that you’d agree, and they were talking about making a series out of it or getting the Netflix team involved, because ‘oh my gosh, Christian, imagine the exposure we’d get if they got her on Drive to Survive. It would go viral!’. And you were about ready to go and find a high cliff to jump off.

Damn it, you wish Daniel was here. He’d offered to come in with you, to make sure that you weren’t walked all over, but you had assured him that you were a big girl, independent and a boss bitch in her own right. You were sure that you could handle Christian and his marketing lackey by yourself. Now you weren’t too sure.

“Obviously, due to the overtime hours you’d be doing to facilitate this kind of promotional work, we’d be giving you a significant pay increase with all of these extra commitments,” Christian finally turned his attention back to you.

“I don’t want a pay increase. I don’t want to do any of this. I never wanted to be known as Jack Shelby’s daughter.” You said it with no inflection, working overtime to keep your voice emotionless. If you lost your cool, they’d never take you seriously. Ahh, the joys of being a professional woman.

“You’re obviously more than just Jack Shelby’s daughter,” Belle(?) said. “You’re a highly valued member of the team, but if we can just use this information to our advantage as a way of–”

“ –Use me to your advantage, you mean.” You cut her off. Words flowed from you, vitriol that you’d held in for the last twenty four hours spilling from you. You were not going to be used and abused for their own exploitative profit margins. 

“I’ve given the last several years of my life to this team to make sure that the car you just said I revolutionised was the best on the grid, but when it comes to finally acknowledging me as someone in this team, it’s in conjunction with who I’m related to? I’m sorry, and I mean this with all the respect it deserves, but fuck that. I’m worth more than that. And so are the people who are just the ‘diversity key points’.”

Chrisian is the first to speak again, after the silence stretches on and on. “Of course you are, that’s why we would be offering you a significant bonus for–”

“ –No, I don’t think you are understanding me, Mr. Horner. So let me be perfectly clear: throwing money at me isn’t going to change my mind about this. I don’t want or need that money. I’m Jack Shelby’s daughter for god’s sake, I’ve inherited more than I can spend in my lifetime. What I want and need from this company is for them to respect my decision to differentiate myself from my father’s legacy, and to win a world championship with a car that I have spent thousands of hours working on. And I want to do that from behind the scenes.”

This time, the silence stretched on longer than previously. It was clear that neither Christian or Beth knew what to say, and if their gaping fish mouths were anything to go by, they hadn’t expected their million-dollar-marketing-scheme to be so vehemently against being used. You could almost see their brains scrambling to find an alternative plan, another way to convince you to agree – but their plan was going to go up in smoke.

The scrape of your chair against the floor seemed to echo inside the office as you stood.

“If that will be all, I’d like to get back to work that actually matters.” 

You almost made it out of the office before another thought struck you. In for a penny in for a pound. “Also, out of respect for the business I’m telling you this, Christian, not because you’re entitled to knowing my personal business but because you’re invested in his; Daniel and I are together. And before you ask, yes it's serious and no I will not be expanding on it any further than that. He and I will be speaking to HR about it soon.”

The glass door swung shut behind you, effectively cutting off any response the man could’ve possibly had to that particular bombshell. Covering your mouth, you disguise your proud little grin as you make your way down to the driving sim to see your boyfriend.

Your serious, soon-to-be-HR-approved boyfriend. 

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For those who waited with such patience, and showed much kindness - thank you. I could never let this story live unfinished and rent free in my head forever. Hopefully the wait has been worth it x

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[seasidepierre]

Very Sunkissed coded, not gonna lie.

© Federico Vecchio

[seasidepierre]

migraine has decided to put an halt to the cozy night, so I'll head to bed and stop staring at my still too bright screen for tonight..

Hope you've enjoyed catching up with Tink!!

[seasidepierre]

how about tink and charles blurb about the bee hotels - i feel like seb would be grinning so much about it all and tink would be filming everything 🐰

If there was one thing Seb that missed about Formula 1, it probably was the way Charles was still hanging over every of your words and moves. You’d just be breathing and he’d be there, thinking you’re the absolute best at doing so. It was hilarious and endearing, reminding him of how much of a sap he was back then when he met his now wife and the mother of his children. He must have been just as bad. You had arrived in the team right at the same time as Charles, only a few months later. Same age as him, young and full of life, unable to sit still for more than fifteen minutes, but with an overflowing passion that felt like a tidal wave most of the time. It had been a huge pleasure for Seb to watch you come up with ideas for the Ferrari socials and growing into your job, that he still sometimes felt like you might have been too young to be thrown into that quickly. There had been that sense of protection that he couldn’t have ignored when it came to you and Charles, which truly had meant more to you two than he ever thought it would.

Needless to say, on the rare occasions Seb came back to the paddock after his retirement, he made sure to visit his two favourite people and tease them to no end about their change of relationship status that he called for since they met, pretty much.

So in Japan, when an invitation was issued to the Ferrari lineup and com team to decorate and inaugurate the buzzing corner, you were sure to be up for more teasing, which didn’t wait too much to arrive because as soon as Seb saw you, he was on it.

“Tink!” He yelled at you, sweeping you in his arms to squeeze the life out of you. “How are you doing, little fairy?” “I’m doing amazing,” you giggled. “How are the kids?” “They’re doing great! Look, the girls made me bracelets!”

Seb proudly showed off the black and yellow bracelets branded with letter beads that spelled “Papa” which made you grin even bigger.

“Where’s your shadow? Peter Pan is still looking for it?” Seb smiled. “He’s coming, you know how he is with his hair when it’s not exactly like he wants it to be.” “Heh, he has to be handsome for you,” Seb shrugged, a teasing grin on his lips. “He doesn’t need anymore, he’s already secured the deal, we’ve signed a new contract just a few months ago,” you joked.

Charles made it just in time for the small drive around that Seb had organised, so he could proudly show the work he had done for his little buzzing corner. The bee hotels looked incredible and if you trusted the whole installation around, you knew you were up for a good time to inaugurate this new and special place. You took heaps of photos and videos of the Ferrari boys painting their canvas and bee hotel, made sure you had plenty of content to post and finally, finally, came to a stop when Seb came by to check on Ferrari’s bee hotel.

“You guys did a pretty good job,” he smiled at Charles. “Heh, we tried our best,” he blushed. “I feel like you had an advantage, because you had literal Tinkerbell to help you out,” he smirked and grabbed you for a quick side hug. “I barely did anything.”

Charles grinned at you, in that very Charles way he had when he looked at you and Seb couldn’t help laughing at him a little. It had always been so obvious, it shouldn’t have taken that long for the two of you to finally get it together.

“You do realise I made that happen,” Seb proudly announced, grabbing Charles on his other side. “You did not,” Charles huffed. “I didn’t lose so many challenges on purpose for you to look good to her, just so you could downplay it three years later.” “I beat you fair and square!” Charles gasped. “Nah, you won because I knew it’d mean Tink here would look at you like you were a champion,” the former racer admitted. “I also may have dropped so many hints that she actually liked you back, I’m surprised it took you so much time to finally understand!” “You didn’t know,” it was your turn to huff and blush. “I knew from the moment you two met.” “I call bullshit!” “Call it as you wish, but I knew,” Seb laughed. “Jokes aside.. I’m really happy for you two, you know?” “We know,” you smiled, dropping your head against Seb’s shoulder. “Thanks for taking care of us for that long.” “My pleasure.. Now.. Who’s gonna tell me why that prancing horse looks so ugly?” “Charles doesn’t know how to use a stamp.” “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Charles yelled with indignation.

An hour later, the entire world knew, because the video was posted on Instagram, with a caption full of bee puns and with a picture of Seb and Charles together, of course.

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Can we see what tink and charles get up to on their off season/summer break - either when they were crushing or when they actually got together?

The off season was always a weird time for you, when work became sparse but when you had to keep an entire nation of Tifosi occupied and somewhat fed with a carefully curated content plan that involved both drivers and throwbacks from the previous season, while hyping them up for the following one. The team had come up with a lot of changes in the past year or so. Your boss had changed, first of all, with Mattia leaving the team and Fred coming up to the red house. His integration to the team had been gradual, with caution and defiance first, then with open arms when they realised how much changes and order he was bringing to the team you all loved and lived for. Fred had been a bit reticent to truly work with the communication teams, at first, because he was much more comfortable in front of a pitwall than a camera, but you had found an ally in Fred and he had warmed up to you like the rest of the team. Your nickname now rolled off of his tongue easily and he seeked you out in a crowd of red every single time something was to be celebrated. In those changes, the team found a new way to work and your communication plans came to change a bit, finding new tones and enjoying the room left to you to joke around a bit more. You finally dived head first into TikTok which you hadn’t been allowed to, at first, but you found a rhythm there that truly worked well for you and the Tifosi, if you trusted the comments you got back.

The one constant thing had been Charles, working tirelessly to bring the prancing horse back to pride and covering you in a warm blanket of love every single day you spent together.

The decision to move to Monaco had been the right one, in hindsight. It’s not like you didn’t have a place in Maranello or that Italy was no longer enough for you, but Charles was your home and you would make sure that you would always come back home after a race, both of you.

It’s not like you made things truly public, but it was a known fact now that the Ferrari Admin was Charles’ girl and nothing seemed to have changed in the paddock regarding this. The comments, though, have gotten either awfully comfortable asking you to post certain pictures or events, or completely derogatory, when every good looking picture of Charles posted on Instagram was called out for being “biased”.

Needless to say, between everything that happened in the team and her extra work to make sure the fans knew you were still there for your abilities and not who you were sleeping with, you were a bit exhausted and welcomed the winter break with open arms.

Loved up underneath a blanket in Monaco, you watched as Charles played on his piano mindlessly, his brain disconnected and miles away from the apartment. A book rested on your lap and a still fuming cup of tea was waiting for you on the coffee table, dropped here by the pianist who made sure to deliver a soft kiss on the top of your head to top it off in the best of manners. You had just gotten an idea of post for the Instagram page and were now browsing your phone’s thousands of pictures to find the rightful one that would work for your idea. You were so engrossed in it that you didn’t even register the music stopping and the couch sinking a little on your side.

“Are you gonna make a fool out of me again?” Charles whispered against your cheek, his nose coming to rest on your skin, his lips trying to find a path to your temple. “I never make a fool out of you, Orsachiotto,” you smiled. “That’s false and you know it.” “Too bad for you,” you shrugged. “You make a fool out of me all the time, even when you’re not on your damn phone,” he sighed.

You frowned and turned your head to find him dramatically sagging back to the couch, drowning in an oversized sweatshirt, too large joggers and thick socks covering his toes. He looked warm and cozy. He looked awfully inviting, too.

“What do you mean?” “I love you so much that I do dumb things all the time,” Charles whined. “What can I say? I like being in charge,” you giggled.

And in charge you were, all afternoon, especially when you left your phone on the coffee table and demanded Charles to take you back to bed.

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[seasidepierre]

hii, hope you're having a good day. just wanted to say i love Sunkissed Face. i'm always checking your account for the updates. your writing of charles is exactly how i imagined him and i like your writing. i hope you'll continue :)) <3

Thank you very much for the kind words, I'm so glad you love Sunkissed Face!! 🥺🤍

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Cozy Night, tonight?

Hi everyone!

It's been a while since I came on here, so I thought I'd come out of my lair and catch up a little bit with you!

The novel is going great. I'm up to 60k words and 20 chapters, which is insane to think about!! But I need a break from my characters, because I've been living in their world for so long and it's getting a bit heavy on my shoulders lol. I love them and I can't wait to delve more into their lives and bring them where they should be in the end, but as of right now, I need to visit some place else!

I thought I'd bring the cozy nights back for tonight, because it's been a while since I wrote little blurbs for your liking. So send me your prompts/ideas and I'll get into them tonight!

Can't wait to spend tonight with you..

Love,

Seaside Pierre Xx