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Sebastian is too fast. Mark has been keeping track of him the past five races. Four too many.
The plan was Mark would enter one street race, pitch in the money, make more, then dip. He knows how to drive a car, he knows how to go fast. Coming second was a surprise to many, but to him it was just disappointment.
If he hadn’t eaten Sebastian’s dust that time in Budapest it would have been the win he wanted, he would have bagged it and gone home.
Now he’s no longer playing for money. He keeps going because you can bet your sweet arse it’s only a matter of time he catches up to Sebastian.
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27 Feb 2026
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the best fic ever known to humanity
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“Go cry to someone else, Sebastian,”
The boy’s eyes were made of glass now, welled with tears. His cheeks an ugly mottled pink.Set sometime around 2009.
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Sebastian Vettel has bad habits he cannot seem to shake. They started in his rookie years, and he's almost certain they will follow him to his grave. Mark Webber sits at the crux of his habits, and Malaysia 2013 marks the beginning of the end for their relationship.
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- Part 1 of An Anthology of the First Bull
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06 Feb 2026
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BARK BARK BARK
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Hatred will only get you so far (I mourn what could've been) by Sm_dead
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
22 Jul 2023
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2010 Turkish Grand Prix
RedBull drivers Mark Webber and Sebastian Vettel fight for the win and end up with less than just a few lost points.
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Mark is fucking angry, Sebastian is totally not at all gay and the buttsex that ensures is totally 100 % straight, no homo, no love, no feelings just the grind.
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One of the things that fuels a good driver is to remember that death is always a possibility. While it happens less in modern motorsports, there’s always the chance that an impact will mean the end. Sometimes, death does not come from failure, but rather success. It’s a slow, burning kind of grief towards its inevitable demise. Red Bull’s first star is all too familiar with that kind of death.
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