#please have the very best holiday season and new year 💖💖💖

[lee-minhoe]

for @minchanz 🎁❣️

#madebymel #kdramadaily #kdramaedit #hi my nini <3 this is a present for you!! #i thought i'd give you a compilation of just a few of your fav k-actors since ik theres prob many more HAHAAHAH #this is why i was asking you about ur fav actor🤭 #i hope this gives u lots of serotonin and i'm always wishing you well <3 you are always such a delight to talk to like love in human form 🥺 #please have the very best holiday season and new year 💖💖💖 #MWAH!!!!!! #chae jong hyeop #lee do hyun #ahn hyo seop #jung hae in #lee jae wook #ahn bo hyun #lee junho #song kang

[catharrington]

💞A different type of rec list ask game, to rep your own fics and other authors you enjoy.💞 Spell out your username with fic recs. If the letter correlates to one of your fics you rec it (no duplicates use a different fic for repeat letters.) If you get to a letter you don’t have a fic title for you rec one you‘ve liked from someone else. 💖Send this to someone who might need a little love on their own fics or just like spreading the love.💖

How could you do this to me I’ve got quite a long name come on man

C - cry me a River, cause I’ve cried a River over you. My 1950’s house wife cat boy Steve Harrington and milk man Billy au🖤🖤 correct that this is first I love this fic

A - area 69. This is a goofy one about Billy’s friends trying to treat him for his birthday by buying a lap dance from stripper heather, but of course they are both gay so it doesn’t go as planned. I’ve got such a soft spot for this however cause its got Steve as an ambulance driver and ugh if that isn’t so perfect and sexy for him.

T - to have and to hold. Vampire Steve being obsessed and stalking human billy. Part of my TWO VAMPIRE AU!!! I love them so much. Got to write more soon.

H - he ain’t me, baby. A season 4 idea of billy coming back to find Steve with a new cute long haired metal boyfriend in a band, and getting very jealous about it. I miss this fic.

A - a little bit of last minute Christmas shopping. Made for the Harringrove holiday exchange last year. It’s a cute misunderstanding that ends in a fluffy first kiss. Also Steve in an elf costume😻

R - real pretty things by rvspberry. This was a valentines gift by my bestie Jonas who wrote Steve in lingerie body worship 🖤🖤 what’s better than this?

R - rigged by rvspberry. Oh my gosh I’m such a sucker for omega Steve as y’all know and this one is so sweet and cute and adorable please read it.

I - I need you to make me hurt. Fuck buddies to lovers but make it the roughest meanest sex possible. Exploration into the idea that Steve doesn’t think he deserves love and that billy doesn’t think he deserves to hold nice, pretty things.

N - nothin’ but a good time. Public blow job at the Hawkins community pool I’m sorry.

G - get scared. Ghost face billy getting a totally consensual role play non-con bow job I promise.

T - take me home tonight by HeckinaHandbasket. Great fic about Steve struggling with loneliness and the such, my very favorite thing for him.

O - owls have three eye lids by Callieb. Fuck this fic is so good it made me loose my mind. Single dad Steve is such a turn on!!

N - and this doesn’t start with N like okay sue me but surfs up! By Shewritesdirty. I am currently reading this it is good and billy is his best very sexy self in California🖤🖤

#fic rec #fic list #this took a long time I am crying #I’ve got 200 Harringrove bookmarked what the hell is wrong with me #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[musette22]

Hey honey, I got really upset about you getting sick, but I hope you're getting that much needed rest and of course, the very much well deserved love from your friends and family. I hope you get better as soon as possible, It's not an ideal way to go through holidays, but I deeply wish you to make the most of it and have the best time with your loved ones. I've been having shitty holidays myself these past couple of years despite how much I love and long for the feeling of Christmas, oh well, maybe next year. *That was a sarcastic remark* Regardless, I hope it's the exact opposite for you and just wanted to tell you: Happy holidays and Merry Christmas! 🎁🎄 I, again wish you from the bottom of my heart to have the best time, the best holidays possible -of this year at least- and an amazing new year 💙

I couldn't resist dropping this ridiculous message for this wonderful person. Get better soon and happy holidays agaaain!!❤️

Oh sweetheart, this is such a sweet message 🥺💝🫶🏼 Thank you so much for the well wishes and the Christmas wishes, and just generally for being such a sweet, caring person! I appreciate it so much 💖💖 I'm so sorry to hear Christmas hasn't been very a festive or nice time for you these past few years, that makes me very sad to hear 😔 Please know that I'm thinking about you today, and wishing you all the love and light foe the holiday season and the new year ❤️ You deserve it!!!

Also, please don't worry about me, I'm steadily getting better so I'll be fine in no time, I'm sure 🙏🏻 I'm with my family and we're all a little under the weather, so we're taking it easy and enjoying the Christmas atmosphere as best we can ✨️🎄🎀

Sending so much love and all the hugs your way, my lovely, and thank you again for this incredibly sweet message! 🌟😘😘

#lovely people are lovely #minnie answers

[leqclerc]

Happy (belated) holidays, my dear, beloved @meova101! Okay, well, life happened, so this didn’t exactly go as planned, but I promise you there’s a longfic coming your way in the (hopefully) near future. For now, please accept my sincerest apologies and this humble snippet as part of the @sebchalsecretsanta21. Thank you for being the best event co-host I could’ve ever hoped for, for being way more than I deserve, and, well, simply for being you. Wishing you a peaceful, joyful, wonderful new year 🎄🎁💖 1000 words Summary: He’d braced himself for a difficult season, sure, but nothing had prepared him for the possibility of no season. Note: this is set in early 2020 and deals with the unfortunately very real confusion and uncertainty that came with the early stages of the pandemic ***

March

Charles’s plane touches down in Nice on Friday morning without much fanfare. He fishes out his car keys, retrieves his 488 Pista from the long term car park, and makes the half hour drive to Monte Carlo.

At first glance, nothing looks amiss. The streets of Monaco are as familiar as ever, unchanged from how they looked when he’d departed earlier that week. There’s maybe fewer cars on the road, but he chalks that up to the early hour, not—whatever is going on in the world.

It feels strange to be back home already, the spring leg of the season seemingly suspended indefinitely. A wave of nostalgia washes over Charles. He feels small, suddenly—or young, rather—like a child dismissed early from school. 

He should be zipping up his race suit and getting in the car for the afternoon practice session. Instead he’s here, thumbing through the stack of mail that’s accumulated in his absence.

He figures it’ll probably take him a while to re-adjust, to untrain his mind and body from being in work mode at this time of year and force himself to be sedentary, accept that he has no immediate career goals on the horizon. 

He leaves his luggage in the hallway, toes off his shoes and pads into the kitchen, idly flicking on the TV as he goes to inspect the contents of his fridge. 

The story is apparently big enough to make it into the news—not the news crawl, not even the sports news, but the main morning news.

Formula One in turmoil as season-opening Australian Grand Prix cancelled the France24 headline reads, big bold letters standing out against a red background. Scenes of a near-empty paddock show up on screen, followed by a few shots of fans gathered outside the gates, and the officials giving statements to the media. Charles blinks. He was somewhere over the Middle East as this all was happening. 

The news anchor segues into an update on the number of new cases in France—up from the day before and still climbing. 

After some deliberation, Charles pours himself a glass of orange juice. His phone vibrates somewhere behind him. He has a pretty good idea of who it might be, even without checking the sender’s ID. And he’s not wrong. 

I’m okay maman. Just landed, he types back to Pascale. It’s technically not true, but he figures he might as well give himself a headstart before his mother inevitably decides to pay him a visit. 

Charles sips the juice as he goes through the rest of his notifications, consisting mainly of social media updates, some unread group chat messages, and a handful of promotional emails he’ll probably never open. 

He swipes all the unnecessary stuff away and enters his messages, thumb hovering over the fifth contact down. Over the past year Charles has admittedly gotten better at allowing himself a teasing joke or enquiry about Sebastian’s off-track life without feeling like he’s overstepping. But he still agonises over texting Sebastian, struggling to find the right balance between casual and professional. They mostly have each other’s numbers as a convenience, after all. He’s not sure if that’s an invitation to converse, necessarily. 

Still, everything’s kind of being turned on its head right now, and touching base with his colleague feels like he’s at least trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. 

Charles pulls up their shared chat and begins typing. He eventually settles on, Hey Seb. Hope you got back home okay 

Then he plugs his phone in to charge without waiting for a reply, grabs a change of clothes from his bedroom, and goes to take a much-needed shower.

For a long moment all he can do is just stand there, forehead pressed against the coolness of the tiled wall as the hot water washes over him, soothing some of the tension in his aching muscles. Mentally, he recounts the last twenty odd hours—the chaos, the confusion, the frustration, and just about everything in between. 

The truth is, Ferrari went into the weekend without any enthusiasm. The current situation in Italy is weighing heavy on pretty much the entire garage, Charles knows. The fear and uncertainty, coupled with the disappointment carried into the season after testing, and, well. The team was quick to oppose the idea of racing in Melbourne, standing with Mercedes, McLaren, and some of the others. Charles wasn’t privy to all of the talks going on behind the scenes, but he knew enough, from what Mattia and Silvia had passed onto him and Sebastian. In confidence, they were told the race would likely be called off and were given the go-ahead to leave without waiting for official confirmation to come through, if they wanted to. 

Now he’s back home, and Australia is cancelled. Bahrain and Vietnam are postponed, officially, but he guesses a cancellation will come soon enough. One by one, the spring races are falling away. This leaves him with an abundance of free time and limited options on how to fill it. 

Everything about him is so irreparably entwined with racing. He’s lived by the racing calendar for years now, the months involuntarily associated with locations. Like clockwork, with only minor changes to the calendar. The basic structure always remains the same: he knows the Monaco Grand Prix takes place in May with the same unshakable certainty that he knows his own name. 

He’d braced himself for a difficult season, sure, but nothing had prepared him for the possibility of no season.

Buried beneath an avalanche of media-appropriate platitudes is the cold, hard truth—going off of all the data available to them, both from the factory and the track in Barcelona, this year’s car isn’t good. It’s hard to gauge the exact power deficit and the feel of the car with no live race data, but it’s definitely not an improvement on the SF90, not the step forward they were hoping to make. 

Charles shoves the thought to the back of his head and finishes showering. 

#f1rpf #sebchal #sebchalsanta21 #fic tag #*mine: fic #*