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if u like, here’s a prompt: seb/mark, hitting a soft spot :)

Friend, I need you know I've been thinking about this prompt since I got it. I have multiple things tagged in response to it. I've been gathering materials and stowing them away and anyway here we are today.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, coming back around the paddock. Sebastian takes a glass of champagne and bumps into someone as he turns, nearly spills his drink all over himself.

"Sorry, I-" he cuts himself off when he sees it's Mark. Mark, with silver in his beard and at his temples, laugh lines carved deep by his eyes. Sebastian inhales, takes a sip of his champagne so large he chokes.

"Seb," Mark says, honey in his voice. Had he ever spoken to Sebastian like that when they were teammates? He touches Sebastian's shoulder, casually intimate. "Are you okay?"

Sebastian nods, coughs into his elbow. He knows his face must be bright red now. He takes another, smaller sip of champagne.

"Sorry," he says, gesturing to his chest. "Wrong tube."

Mark's smile is easy. "Better now?"

"Yes," Sebastian says. He can still feel a catch in his throat, but he can't be sure whether it's from inhaling alcohol or the way Mark is half a step too far into his space.

"Who are you here with?" Mark asks. His Sky lanyard is tucked into the the front pocket of his blazer.

"Nobody," Sebastian says, smiling. He doesn't say, I'm Sebastian Vettel, I can go anywhere I want.

Mark's smile is indulgent instead of irritated, and maybe that's why Sebastian sticks around through the small talk, where Mark pretends there aren't rumors about why Sebastian was at the Mercedes garage, and Sebastian pretends like the rumors don't bother him.

Small talk only gets them so far, and Sebastian doesn't know where to take things once they get off the map. Courtesy and shared history have always been a poor veneer for the way he feels about Mark. If Sebastian had his way, he would down another glass of champagne and slip his hotel key into Mark's pocket next to his Sky lanyard, brazen, pat his chest to make sure Mark understood. Instead he falters, rubs his thumb over the rim of his champagne flute.

"Come meet Spencer," Mark says.

"Who is Spencer?" Sebastian asks, brain going into overdrive. There's no way he missed Mark having a child, surely.

"My new puppy," Mark says. "I brought him along."

Sebastian drains the last of his glass and sets it down. "Lead the way," he says. Toto will comment, later, that Sebastian didn't stay very long, that he didn't get the chance to introduce him to people. "It's quite the trip for a puppy," Sebastian says.

Mark shrugs. "I missed the boys like crazy when I was racing," he says. "Maybe Spencer won't take to it, but I'd like to be able to bring him along now and again if it agrees with him. He sleeps half the day anyway, at this age."

Sebastian laughs. "And the other half he's chewing up your shoes and your slippers and your furniture," he says. They're walking close enough that their shoulders keep brushing, their pinkies almost catching now and again.

They're in the same hotel, same floor, even. Sebastian hadn't realized. He points it out as they walk past the door to his room.

"Huh," Mark's eyes linger on the door, the 'Do Not Disturb' sign Sebastian always hangs, half out of habit and half for the environmentalism of it. "Got the F1 rate, did you?"

"Of course," Sebastian says, smiling wide. He's Sebastian Vettel. He gives them his name and they give him the group rate.

Spencer is asleep in his crate when they walk in, but he blinks awake and whimpers, a high puppy whine. His tail wiggles his whole body as he pushes up to his feet, and he licks Mark's hand through the wire when he reaches down to open the door.

Mark scoops up a wriggling armful of puppy and turns to Sebastian. "Do you want to hold him?" he asks.

Sebastian's chest is abruptly so tight he can't breathe. He nods, reaching for the dog.

Spencer sniffs at Sebastian's chin, puppy breath and puppy sounds. He's warm and tiny and Mark is staring at him with a fondness that makes Sebastian, improbably, jealous. It shouldn't feel like some kind of revelation. Maybe it's all the years between them and the cars, maybe it's growing older. All Sebastian knows, with a startling certainty, is that he wants Mark to look at him the way he's looking at the damn puppy.

And then Mark looks up, and Sebastian wonders if perhaps he's been foolish for a very long time.

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at every rodeo i go this is indeed my first rodeo to set the bar real low

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RIP Georgina

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be honest with me now, pard

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冠宇！冠宇！冠宇！

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company party

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who will write me that carlos marc fic… who…

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"eh, anyway Pecco thinks of Marquez as one of his adversaries for the championship, and he has shown his attitude towards Marquez this year: when he [Marc] passes him he tries to pass him right back and that's really important, that's really important because otherwise one like Marquez after that tends to 'eat above you head' [this means 'show his superiority', 'be better'], if he sees your a bit less strong or that you're bleeding he bits you harder"

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"marquez is one of those people who eat above your head. If he sees that you're in trouble, that you're bleeding, he bits you harder"

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“presented by Carlos and Carlos”

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bezz really thinks theyre friends now. he said oh the past is the past its all good now. we drank the champagne together. shit happens haha. marc would of course drag bezzs body around his gp23 chariot for multiple days if given half the chance

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a few of my favourite things

apocalypse au; multiple pairings in order of appearance (pierre/este, lando/oscar/carlos, galex, nando/guanyu, lestappen, sewis)

read on ao3

The moment of Totality passes, and it takes Lando all of two seconds before he discovers his hands have morphed into unbreakable iron and are now a fair bit heavier than they used to be. It’s good he figures it out quickly, after a brief Holy shit, because then the ground opens up and swallows him whole.

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the greatest sport on earth

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honestly an iconic podium because it’s literally Marc haters + Marc

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ok

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feeling so sick to my stomach. it makes me sick. i’m so ill.