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dollfacefantasy · 11 months ago

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Like Lovers Do

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: Bored with the RPD's fundraising banquet, you pull Leon away to have some fun in a storage closet.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, public sex, friends with benefits

word count: 2.1k

a/n: the chris and leon drabble is next i swear. i just change my mind like every five seconds lmao. i hope everyone enjoys :) as always, i appreciate all the reblogs and comments <3

Applause sounds throughout the banquet hall as Leon flashes his awkward smile. He holds up the small, cheap trophy he’d won, the words Rookie of the Year displayed on the plaque at the base. He’s quick to walk away from the microphone and exit the stage, returning to his seat next to you. Your boss takes his place, but your attention is consumed by him.

“Wow. I see how it is. Don’t even mention me in your speech for your prestigious award,” you say in a hushed voice, a grin spreading across your features.

His cheeks tinge pink as his own smile graces your vision. “I did mention you. I said my partner,” he responds, “Plus, don’t act like you really care about these things.”

You roll your eyes playfully. It was true. You didn’t care about the little superlatives the department gave out for entertainment at the annual fundraising banquet. But that wouldn’t stop you from complaining about your loss to Leon and his perceived lack of appreciation for you.

“I do care actually. And I guess that’s true, but it wasn’t very specific,” you say, “If I’d won, I would have mentioned you.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he shakes his head. “My sincerest apologies,” he says, connecting his eyes with yours.

Just seeing him like this was getting you all worked up. He looked as handsome as you’d ever seen him in his suit. You’d also been wanting to ditch this thing for a while now. You’d shown up and said hi to everyone as you were expected to do. Now you’d grown tired of watching your colleagues galavant around with their dates and swap stories from the job.

“Hmmm… well you know. I think I have a way you could make it up to me,” you say, keeping your voice quiet to not catch the attention of anyone sitting near you.

Leon raises an eyebrow, but of course, he knew exactly what you meant. You both were insatiable for one another. That small lilt in your voice alone clued him in. You’d almost conditioned him to pop a boner when he heard it.

“Do you?” he teases back.

“Mhm,” you nod, rubbing your hand up and down his thigh beneath the table, “Follow me in a couple minutes.”

You rise from your seat. You make sure to be quiet and not draw any attention to yourself, but your hands still rest on your stomach, giving the appearance that you’re suffering some sort of sudden illness. You walk away from the tables and over to the hallway doors, the points of your heels softly clicking against the ground as you go.

Once you’re out, you turn back and watch Leon through the little slit of a window in the door. You see him wait for a few minutes and then look around as if he’s concerned for where you’ve gone. Then he rises in the same way you did and makes his way to the same set of doors.

As he opens them, a giggle bursts from your lips and you pull his body against your own. The two of you lean in for a few kisses. “Nice work, superstar. I’m sure the next thing you’ll be winning is an oscar,” you tease.

“Shut up,” he grumbles as that blush grows a little stronger. He nips at your bottom lip and deepens the kiss before you pull away to walk further down the hall.

The RPD held this event at this place every single year. It was the first for both you and Leon, both freshly graduated. You look around curiously at your surroundings as you head to another door near the ones you’d entered from. You notice the hallway lined with academy graduation photos. Upon closer examination, you spot yourself in the one hanging next to the new door

“Aww, we look so young here,” you coo, looking at the framed picture of your and Leon’s class.

A chuckle comes from over your shoulder before you feel him kissing up your neck. “It was only a year ago,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, but you have such a baby face here,” you tease.

“What can I say? A year of working with you has really worn me down,” he replies.

He cracks open the door, and you see inside is just a storage closet. You pull him by the collar of his suit into the small space. He follows eagerly and pushes you up against the wall.

“I’m so sure, Mr. Rookie of the Year,” you taunt, catching him in another kiss.

Your hand slides into his hair, threading through the blonde locks as your lips move with his. Meanwhile, his palms coast up your side, feeling the smooth fabric of your party dress beneath his fingers. His foot knocks into your ankle, a small signal for you to spread your legs.

“Well it’s not so shocking when you consider that I only won because half the time I’m on the job, I’m cleaning up your messes,” he jokes between kisses.

“I think between the two of us, you’re the messy one,” you say back and turn around to deepen the kiss.

His left hand rises to your breast on the same side, squeezing the mound and drawing a tender sigh from you. His right slides down your thigh and lifts your leg by the crux of your knee. He grinds his growing bulge against your panties, a soft moan falling from his lips at the familiar sensation.

This was far from the first time the two of you had done this. It was far from the first time you’d done this with other people only a few rooms away. At work, you’d done it in the bathrooms, the locker room, the dark room, the storage room in the other wing of offices. You’d even done it in Leon’s cruiser once on a boring night. Sometimes it felt surprising you even managed to make it to a secluded place.

You weren’t even fully sure of what you and Leon were to each other. Neither of you had ever put a title on this dance you did. You both let yourselves run on pure lust without much care for fine details. If you were being honest, you were pretty sure you were in love with him. You’d had a crush on him since your first day in the academy. He’d had you hooked on him since the first time you slept together on the night of your graduation in a drunken hurricane of unfiltered desire.

In your heart, not much had changed since that night. The two of you are still wrapped up in a flurry of kisses as he slowly rocks against you, grunting quietly. His eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the feeling of your body around his. Lowering his head, he starts kissing your neck again. Your noises are the same volume as his, just a bit whinier.

“We gotta be quick,” you mumble against the side of his head. You drag your nose against his soft tendrils of hair. A shaky breath blows against the side of his head.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. You heard ‘em out there. I get things done fast and efficiently,” he teases as his lips unlatch from your neck.

The cocky expression on his face only got you hotter. You pull him into a more aggressive kiss, your noses mashing against one another. His breaths fan over your face as his hands tug your panties down to your knees. He then cups both of your legs behind the knees, folding you in half against the wall.

He pins you there with his own weight as he pulls himself out of his pants. His fingers fish a condom out of his pocket and tear the foil quickly before tossing it aside, leaving it for some poor person to find at a later date. You don’t think of that in the moment though. You’re more enraptured with how you can feel the heat of his tip nudging at the wetness between your legs even with the latex barrier between you.

“Put it in,” you whimper and squirm in his grasp. The teasing side of you was fading fast as need took over.

He grins with a mocking look in his eyes, but he obliges you. He slips it in and lets out a deep breath, savoring the way you squeeze around him.

“Think you should’ve won most desperate,” he teases, “Or maybe neediest little slut.”

You go to defend yourself, but all that comes out is a whine. The confident side of him rears its head. It was kind of funny to you how your dynamic would shift once he got you craving his cock. Another mewl escapes you as his hips retract and push forward again.

“What was that? You know I’m right. You couldn’t even wait to get back to your apartment,” he continues.

He begins pumping his hips for real, and all you can get out for a moment are broken whimpers. He fucked you just right, always did. He was blessed with a thick cock that rubbed up against your insides in a way that felt like heaven. Your legs clamp against his sides as your head tilts back against the wall. The thrum of the bass starts vibrating through the cement again, letting you know they had turned on the music again in the other room.

“Fuck Leon…” you breathe before crying out sharply as he rotates his hips to hit your sweet spot.

Your own hand flies to your mouth to cover it and muffle any other noises. He smiles at the sight and kisses your cheek, resting his forehead against your temple.

“That’s right, gotta keep quiet. If anyone walked by and heard, we’d both be getting fucked,” he says and continues rocking the both of your bodies as he thrusts into you.

You nod. Your other arm wraps around him tight to keep yourself supported. You’re starting to sweat, but you can feel that he is too. Fucking fully clothed probably wasn’t the smartest idea either of you had indulged in, but it felt too good for you too honestly care. Your hand slips down of your face as the pleasure takes over a bit more.

“Leon… fuck, I can’t…” you moan softly.

He guides your hand back to your lips before returning his own to your knee to keep you up. His fingers dig into your legs with a bruising grip and he thrusts quicker.

“Yeah? You gonna cum already, baby? That’s pretty fast. Maybe that’s another award you should win,” he pants.

“Shut up,” you mumble against your hand as your hips start involuntarily rolling against his.

Your breasts push up against his chest as your body writhes against the wall. He just keeps going, wanting to work you to the edge you were fast approaching. His shaft slides in and out over and over. You smile as your head spins with the pleasure.

“I feel it coming,” he whispers, “I feel you getting all tight. Just cum for me. Let it out.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You let the coil inside you snap and moan into the palm of your hand. You buck and bury your head in the crook of his neck. His eyes close, focusing everything he has on his own release. It doesn’t take much longer before he’s attempting to silence his groans against your flesh. His hips jump and his knees quiver for a moment.

He holds inside you for a moment longer, letting the both of you come down before you attempt acting normal again. When that time comes though, he carefully pulls out of you and helps you back onto your feet. Your legs are kind of wobbly, but you maintain your balance. You work on fixing your dress and hair as Leon gets rid of the condom and puts himself back together.

You reach down to pull your panties up, but he stops you, shaking his head and smiling at you.

“Give ‘em to me,” he says.

You stare at him for a moment, in some form of disbelief, but you go with it. You liked the idea just as much as he did. Letting them fall to the floor, you step out of them and then pick them up and place them in his hand. He shoves them into his pocket, smug smirk on his face the whole time.

He then pulls you by your waist for one more kiss. “C’mon, we should go back now. Don’t want anybody thinking we ran off.”

You laugh a little and nod. “We should just run off though,” you say.

“Only a couple more hours and we can. My place or yours, we can go back and replay that all night long,” he says before giving you a smack on the ass and following you back to the hall to return to the party of unknowing guests.

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duachai · 2 months ago

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HANA, DUL, SET : 102 - PARK SUNGHOON

When you say you're the one for me Is it to erase when you said it to him?

♱ PAIRING : PARK SUNGHOON X MALE READER

♱ SYNOPSIS : It's the week after the party and M/n starts his volleyball career with the Enhas... but it's not going too well.

♱ CONTENT WARNING : This writing contains explicit sexual content and mature themes.

♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : --

LINKS : Wattpad | Kofi | Book Link | Masterlist

M/n stood at the entrance of the gym, clutching the strap of his bag tightly. He had arrived early. 5 p.m. on the dot: hoping to make a good impression and get a chance to speak with his new coach, Coach Park. The unfamiliarity of it all made him feel strange. This would be the first time he’d play under the authority of someone other than his father. It was a breath of fresh air, a chance to step out from under his father’s shadow. But at what cost?

His chest tightened as the thought lingered. He hadn’t seen his father in days. Their conversations had dwindled to silence, the kind that felt heavier than any argument. They were ignoring each other, a mutual retreat into their separate worlds. For now, M/n tried to focus on the here and now, pushing the uneasy thoughts to the back of his mind as he took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The hallways were, of course, empty, their silence broken only by the faint squeak of sneakers echoing from the left. That was just the badminton club practicing their rallies in the smaller gym. M/n continued down the corridors, his steps unsteady as he realized he was, without a doubt, lost.

He pulled out his phone again, glancing at the message Sunoo had sent earlier. The directions were infuriatingly vague and barely enough to get him through the front doors, let alone find Coach Park’s office. M/n sighed, his confidence waning with every wrong turn.

Just as he started to lose hope, he passed by a massive trophy case, its glass gleaming under the fluorescent lights. It wasn’t as grand as the Fifty-Forty display back at his old school, but it still commanded attention. Medals and trophies of various sizes were meticulously arranged inside, each telling a story of victory or near victory.

His eyes settled on a framed photo of the 2022 Enha volleyball team. They were lined up in their crisp white suits, their postures rigid and imposing. But it wasn’t the formality of their attire that caught his attention, it was their expressions. Their eyes burned with something raw, almost feral. Anger.

M/n didn’t need to read the plaque to know why. He remembered hearing about it. How Enha had come in second to Fifty-Forty that year. The bitterness in their gazes told him everything he needed to know. For a moment, he found himself wondering how it must have felt to come so close, only to fall short.

Shaking off the thought, he stepped away from the display, a new weight settling in his chest.

Just as he turned on his heel back to his original path, he pasted by a supply closet. Only, the door was cracked and there was noises you wouldn't think would be coming from in there.

“Hold on, you’re gonna knock something over, babe.” A voice said, a giggle coming out. M/n leaned in closer and peered through the door, it was Heesung and Jake. Heesung had his back to a shelf, school uniform half draped on his body as Jake eagerly separated the garments from his body. They were... having sex in the supply closet?

Heesung’s back was arched as Jake worked him over, the closet filled with the sound of rustling fabric, wet slurping noise, and their heavy breathing. Jake’s hands were moving Heesung’s thighs around his hips.

Heesung reached back to grab the shelf for support, his fingers digging into the cardboard boxes as Jake peppered his neck with aggressive kisses that were sure to mark later.

M/n gasped, hand clasped over his mouth. “What the fuck...” He whispered into his mouth as he walked a few steps away, completely thrown off. His heart pounded in his chest, the surreal scene playing over and over in his mind like a broken record. He quickly turned, trying to hide the shock on his face, but his feet felt glued to the floor.

His breath hitched as he nervously glanced back, barely able to comprehend what he had just witnessed. He had never imagined the two of them like this, especially not in such a confined space, with their hands tangled and their lips locked in a heated kiss. The reality of it was enough to make him question everything he thought he knew about them.

He forced himself to take a few more steps back, his back hitting the hallway wall, and closed his eyes, trying to steady his breath. How am I supposed to make friends with them after seeing that? His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them making any sense. He had to leave before they noticed him standing there like a dumbfounded idiot, but his legs felt like jelly, unwilling to move.

A muffled sound from the closet broke through his daze, and M/n’s heart skipped. He bit his lip, staring at the door, knowing he had to make a choice walk away.

“What are you doing here?”

M/n turned sharply, his pulse spiking as he locked eyes with Sunghoon. The senior stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but sharp enough to cut.

“I-I was just...”

Sunghoon’s gaze flicked to the supply closet, the muffled noises still audible. His jaw tightened.

Without a word, he strode past M/n and pushed the door open with enough force to send it slamming into the wall.

The reaction inside was immediate. Heeseung and Jake froze, wide-eyed and caught mid-motion. Heeseung scrambled to pull his shirt back on while Jake stumbled back, his face flushed with equal parts embarrassment and frustration.

“What the hell is this?” Sunghoon’s voice was low but seething, each word laced with venom. “We have practice in ten minutes, and this is how you’re preparing? In a supply closet?”

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but Sunghoon cut him off with a sharp glare. “Save it. I’m so sick of your bullshit.” He turned to Heeseung, who was busy smoothing out his uniform. “And you, grow the fuck up.”

The air in the hallway was stifling, thick with unspoken tension. M/n stood frozen, unsure whether to slip away or stay rooted in place.

Sunghoon finally turned to him, his expression hard. “Go to Coach Park’s office. Now.”

M/n nodded mutely, his legs moving before his brain could catch up. As he hurried down the hallway, he glanced back one last time. Jake and Heesung stood there, shoulders tense, while Sunghoon loomed over them, radiating a quiet fury that promised this wasn’t over.

After such an awful encounter, M/n finally found the office. The small plaque on the door gleamed under the fluorescent lights, confirming he was in the right place. He took a deep breath before knocking. Within seconds, the door swung open to reveal Coach Park, whose broad, welcoming smile instantly eased some of M/n's nerves.

"Come on in!" the coach said, stepping aside to let him through. The office smelled faintly of coffee and fresh paper, and the walls were lined with awards, photos, and framed motivational quotes. M/n hesitated briefly before stepping inside, unsure of what to expect but determined to make a good impression.

“So, you came from the Fifty-Forty team, right?” Coach Park asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Mm-hmm,” M/n nodded, his expression unreadable.

“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?”

M/n hesitated, glancing at the motivational poster on the wall before answering. “Bad... I guess.”

Coach Park exhaled slowly, his expression turning more serious. “Alright, the bad news is you’re flagged in the system. That means you won’t be eligible to play in the league for 160 days.”

“What?” M/n’s eyes widened, the weight of the words sinking in like a punch to the gut. “Are you serious?”

“Hold on, bear with me,” Coach Park said quickly, holding up a hand to calm him down. “You can appeal the probation, though. At the end of the term, you’ll have a chance to present your case to the volleyball league coordinators. If they agree, you’ll be reinstated sooner.”

M/n slumped back in his chair, processing the news. “So... I’m basically benched for half a year unless they decide otherwise?”

“Pretty much,” Coach Park said with a sympathetic smile. “But don’t worry. We’ve dealt with this before, and I’ll help you prepare for the appeal. It’s not the end of the road.”

“So, what do I have to do?” M/n asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and caution.

Coach Park leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Simple. Get along with my son and his teammates.”

M/n blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Your son?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” The coach’s grin widened slightly. “I’m Sunghoon’s father.”

M/n’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh... I didn’t realize that.”

Coach Park chuckled, clearly amused by M/n’s surprise. “Yeah, he says it’s too embarrassing to be coached by his pops. Anyway, it’s not just about Sunghoon. You’ve gotta be a team player, on and off the court. Practice with them, hang out outside of practice, help them out whenever you can.”

M/n nodded slowly, processing the coach’s words. “So... basically, just don’t screw it up?”

Coach Park laughed, his tone light but firm. “Exactly. And trust me, if you can win over Sunghoon, the rest will be a breeze. But fair warning, he’s got pretty high standards.”

M/n scratched the back of his neck and whispered under his breath, “Don’t I know it.” Coach Park raised an eyebrow but said nothing, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Their conversation was interrupted by the door swinging open, revealing a flustered, pale boy balancing a precarious stack of papers in his arms. His eyes darted between the two as he tried to steady the stack.

M/n’s previously furrowed brow relaxed, his face lighting up with recognition. “Sunoo?”

The boy froze mid-step, blinking rapidly before a shy smile broke through. “Oh, uh, hey. Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope, we were just about done here,” Coach Park said, standing up and gesturing to the papers. “Sunoo, how about you take M/n to the court and show him around? I’ll take those off your hands.”

Sunoo hesitated for a moment before handing the stack over, letting out a relieved sigh. “Sure, Coach.”

Turning to M/n, he gave a playful grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”

M/n chuckled, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Could be worse.”

As they stepped out into the hallway, Sunoo’s hand crept up to M/n’s shoulders, wrapping around his neck in a sort-of back hug. “I’m so happy we get to play together.”

M/n groaned dramatically. “Maybe not for long, though.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

The gym was alive with the faint echo of balls bouncing and sneakers squeaking against polished floors. Sunoo led M/n through the side entrance, his confident stride a stark contrast to M/n’s tentative steps.

“Welcome to our gym,” Sunoo said with a flourish, gesturing grandly toward the sprawling volleyball court.

M/n chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “This isn’t... horrible. It’s a step up from Fifty-Forty’s gym.”

Sunoo tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, we like to keep things classy around here.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make M/n’s heart skip. “You’ll fit right in if you behave yourself.”

“Oh, behave? I can behave,” M/n shot back, grinning as he nudged Sunoo’s arm lightly with his elbow.

Sunoo rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered. “Come on, I’ll show you the equipment room first. Don’t get lost, it’s a maze back here.”

As they walked, Sunoo’s hand brushed against M/n’s. Once. Twice. By the third time, M/n glanced down with a raised eyebrow. It was so obvious Sunoo was infatuated with him.

They reached the storage room, and Sunoo pushed open the door, revealing racks of volleyballs, nets, and other equipment. He stepped inside, holding the door open for M/n, who stood with his lips pressed, thinking about the events that had unfolded earlier.

Luckily, Sunoo didn’t push him against a shelf too.

The gym was buzzing with energy as practice got going. The team moved seamlessly through drills, their coordination and precision evidence of their chemistry. M/n stayed near Sunoo, the pair exchanging light banter as they practiced their serves.

"Not bad," Sunoo teased, his smirk playful as M/n nailed a particularly tricky serve.

M/n chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. "Mhmm, and I might take your spot on the starting lineup."

Sunoo feigned a gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. "Not possible, coach adores me. Plus, I'm quite the distraction on the court."

"Mhm, don’t let your head get too big," M/n replied, his grin widening as Sunoo nudged his shoulder.

Across the court, Sunghoon watched the interaction with narrowed eyes, his jaw tightening. The casual way M/n and Sunoo laughed and leaned toward each other irked him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. The sight of Sunoo’s hand lingering on M/n’s forearm as they joked sent a jolt of irritation through him.

It’s almost as if Sunoo helped him escape yesterday. But he didn’t. So why was he getting all the praises?

“Sunghoon!” Jake’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “You good?”

Sunghoon forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t fine. Not even close.

As the team huddled for the next drill, Sunghoon caught M/n’s eye. His tone was sharp, cutting through the chatter. “Yah, Shin M/n. You think you’re hot shit, flirting on the court instead of focusing on practice?”

M/n blinked, caught off guard by the sudden accusation. “What’s your problem? No game?”

Sunghoon crossed his arms, his stare unwavering. “My problem is you acting like this is some social event. If you think you’re good enough to coast through practice and flirt with Sunoo, you must be ready to play. Challenge me.”

The gym fell silent as the rest of the team exchanged uneasy glances. Sunoo stepped forward, his expression concerned. “Sunghoon, come on. It’s his first day. There’s no need to-”

“It’s fine,” M/n interrupted, his tone calm but firm. He turned to Sunghoon, meeting his challenging gaze. “If you want to play, let’s play.”

A net was quickly set up, and the rest of the team gathered on the sidelines, tension thick in the air. M/n and Sunghoon took their positions, the competitive fire in their eyes unmistakable.

From the very first serve, it was clear neither boys was holding back. The ball ricocheted off their arms and slammed into the floor with a speed and precision that had the team watching in awe. Sunghoon’s movements were sharp and calculated, his years of experience evident in every spike and dive. But M/n matched him with raw athleticism and determination, refusing to back down.

The game intensified with each rally, sweat dripping from their brows as they pushed each other to their limits. The gym echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking and the sharp smack of the ball against the floor.

On the final play, M/n leaped high for a spike, his timing impeccable. But Sunghoon was there, ready to block. Their bodies collided mid-air, the force sending Sunghoon sprawling to the floor with a sharp cry.

“Sunghoon!” Jungwon was the first to rush to his side, dropping to his knees as the rest of the team gathered around.

Sunghoon winced, clutching his ankle. “I’m fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth, though the pain was evident in his voice.

Jungwon frowned, his tone accusatory as he turned to M/n. “What the hell was that? You didn’t need to go so hard!”

“It was an accident,” M/n said defensively, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“An accident?” Jay echoed, his voice laced with disbelief. “You injured our captain on your first day! How is that an accident?”

M/n opened his mouth to respond, but the weight of the team’s glares silenced him.

Jungwon placed a reassuring hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder. “We need to get you to the nurse’s office. Can you stand?”

With help from Jungwon and Jake, Sunghoon got to his feet, his injured ankle barely supporting his weight. As they led him off the court, he glanced back at M/n, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and frustration.

“You’ll never make it,” Sunghoon said coldly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “If this is how you play, you’ll never make it on this team.”

The gym was eerily quiet after everyone left, the echoes of the heated game fading into an oppressive silence. M/n sat in the middle of the court, knees pulled up to his chest, staring at the polished floor. His breath came unevenly, the weight of everything. His mistake, the team’s anger, Sunghoon’s words; pressing down on him like a suffocating fog.

“Hey.”

M/n glanced up to see Sunoo standing nearby, his usual playful expression replaced by a softness that made M/n’s chest tighten. Without waiting for a response, Sunoo walked over and sat down beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed.

“You okay?” Sunoo asked quietly, his voice barely audible in the empty gym.

M/n let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Not even close. But I guess better than Sunghoon.”

Sunoo tilted his head, his eyes searching M/n’s face. “You know, they’ll chill eventually. Sunghoon’s just... intense. He takes volleyball seriously, and when something throws off his rhythm, he doesn’t handle it well. It’s not all on you.”

“It feels like it is,” M/n muttered, running a hand through his hair. He hesitated before adding, “It’s not just today. Stuff like this... it keeps happening.”

Sunoo frowned. “What do you mean?”

M/n’s throat tightened, the words caught somewhere between shame and anger. “Fifty-Forty... they’ve done something so horrible I can’t even think about my dad without thinking he might have known about what they were planning at the party.”

Sunoo’s eyes widened, his expression shifting from concern to alarm. “You’re saying your dad was apart of it?”

“They cornered me after practicey,” M/n interrupted, his voice hollow. “Told me to leave or they’d make me.” He swallowed hard, his hands clenching into fists. “If you guys weren’t there I.... I don’t know. And I’ve already messed this up.”

Sunoo reached out, his hand resting gently on M/n’s arm. “Hey. Look at me.”

Reluctantly, M/n turned his head, his gaze meeting Sunoo’s.

“You didn’t mess up,” Sunoo said firmly. “You’re here because you belong here. Sunghoon might be mad now, but he’s not the type to hold a grudge forever. And the rest of the team? They’ll get over it once they see how hard you’re willing to work. You’re not here becuase you were paid for. You’re here because we saw potential. I see it.”

M/n’s chest ached at the sincerity in Sunoo’s voice, the warmth in his touch. For the first time in what felt like hours, he felt a flicker of something other than guilt... hope, maybe.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sunoo smiled, his fingers lingering on M/n’s arm. “You don’t have to thank me. That’s what teammates are for.”

There was a beat of silence, the air between them shifting subtly. M/n’s heart skipped as Sunoo leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to M/n’s lips before flicking back to his eyes.

“M/n...” Sunoo’s voice was soft, almost hesitant.

Before M/n could respond, Sunoo closed the distance, his lips brushing against M/n’s in a tentative, gentle kiss. M/n froze for a moment, caught off guard, before his eyes fluttered shut and he kissed back instinctively.

But as their lips moved together, a wave of confusion and guilt crashed over M/n. He couldn’t stop the unbidden image of Sunghoon flashing in his mind; his sharp eyes, his intense presence, the way his voice lingered in M/n’s thoughts even now.

For a fleeting moment, M/n let himself imagine it was Sunghoon kissing him, not Sunoo. The thought sent a jolt through him, both thrilling and deeply unsettling.

Sunoo pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushed and his breath unsteady. “Sorry,” he murmured, his voice tinged with both hope and vulnerability. “I just... I wanted to.”

M/n stared at him, torn between the warmth of Sunoo’s affection and the lingering shadow of Sunghoon in his mind. He forced a small smile, his voice shaking as he said, “It’s okay.”

But deep down, he wasn’t sure if it really was.

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vro0m's rewatch - 177/332

2016 British GP

British GP time, round uh… 10, already.

Oh dear it's WET. They're gonna start behind the safety car and Brundle thinks it's a mistake because he's an idiot.

The grid : Lewis on pole, Nico, Verstappen, Ricciardo, Raikkonen, Valtteri, Sainz, Hulkenberg, Alonso, Perez. Seb is P11 due to a grid penalty. Ericsson apparently crashed in quali and had to go through a medical to be allowed to race. He's starting from the pitlane because they had to rebuild the car.

Anyway Lewis arrived looking very happy. He actually set a track record with his quali lap, after getting his first Q3 lap deleted for track limits. He's the first man with 4 poles here. He was 0.3 ahead of Nico and 1 second clear of Max.

Johnny talks to Lewis as he's signing caps near the stands. He says they have the best fans in the world and being there never gets old. They have sound issues so the mic cuts off. It's been doing so in every interview. Johnny says being on pole must be very important for him in the championship. "Well I've gotta win the race first so…" he says pragmatically. Johnny is still talking but Lewis is just up on the stand throwing the caps over the barriers in the crowd. "Oh he's gone," Johnny says but they're still live so he tries to get his attention back. He gets up there with him. He asks what he's gonna to do for these fans that are here for him today. Lewis doesn't acknowledge him and keeps throwing the caps so Johnny amps it up a bit. "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO LEWIS HAMILTOOOOOOON?" he yells announcer style. The crowd roars. Lewis doesn't answer. Johnny repeats "what are you gonna do?" Lewis mumbles : "What I can, what I can." Then he's climbing the fence so that's it, Johnny is not following him there.

Simon says the day before he was supposed to spend 10 minutes with the crowd and stayed an hour. We see him sign a Wellington Boot. ANGELA IS HERE AGAIN! Ahhhh.

Oh ho ho, the skysports team went karting with him ! Happy place. First thing they do is show him an old photo of his karting days.

He's in a blue and yellow suit smiling wide, holding a trophy. He asks where it was so they read the trophy plaque. Trent valley kart club, he arrived second. "Why you got a picture of me in second," he asks. "still pretty happy I was in second," he adds. "I was much happier then, finishing second!" They laugh. They show him a photo of Johnny Herbert as well. "Is it 1947?" he jokes, deadpan. Finally, it's a photo of Brundle, with a semi long mop of hair that Lewis compares to the Beatles.

They're gonna race in teams of 2 so they bring in other sky reporters to join them. Lewis, Johnny and Brundle will all have a team and they need to choose between Simon and the two others as teammates. Who gets the first pick is decided by a turn at one of those fair games where you have to hit a button with a hammer as hard as you can.

Lewis says it's usually the guy with the bigger belly that has the most strength so he suggests Johnny goes first. "Johnny don't let that team down!" Johnny says it's hammer time so Lewis should go first. "Johnny, Johnny," Lewis interrupts, smiling. "You're always commenting on me so I have to rip into you when I can." In the end Brundle goes first, he does terribly. Herbert does pretty well. But Lewis wins even though there was an issue with his turn. Simon asks Lewis who he's choosing : the Italian, the German, "or the slowest driver" as he points to himself. Lewis exhales. "Are you really the slowest?" – "I don't know. But I am from Britain." – "That's what I'm thinking. I think I'll stick with the Brits." They touch hands. "But don't let me down!" – "I probably will," Simon says. Johnny chooses Sascha Roos. That means Brundle is with Davide Valsecchi.

The race begins! 5 laps per driver. Simon takes the lead ! He's slow in the relay though. Someone else has not stopped when they should have. Lewis is second but Johnny overtakes him. In the end, Brundle finished first, Lewis second and Johnny third. Simon says Brundle did more laps than the others. Time to debrief. "Let's start with a bit of gloating," Simon starts. He has a victorious gesture and shakes Lewis' hand who says "You're saying that we won. I've not had any confirmation of that."

"I can count to ten, so can you, these two, not so sure," he says, while the other two snicker. "In your dreams," Brundle says.

Moving on to the real topic. "Week at the British grand prix, though," Simon says. "Yeah this is actually the worst preparation that I could possibly have," Lewis jokes, still deadpan as they laugh. "But uh… I'm always game so…" he adds with a grin. "I just didn't love doing it (as he massages his lower back). The 'other one' would definitely not have (done or condoned?) this, that's for sure." Simon laughs. "But you did let me win," Brundle says, "whereas you don't tend to wanna let him win." – "Well I didn't actually let you win, I would never, ever do that. Ever." Lewis says. "I was actually, I was thinking we were gonna have a race that's why I tried blocking you." He says given they only had 5 laps he thought they bunch on and have a race when Brundle just went past. "Absolutely right," Brundle laughs. About the weekend Lewis says it gets better and better every year. "Regardless of the result we get, it's just an epic weekend." Brundle asks if there's any baggage coming with the last race weekend in the team. (You know, the collision with Nico, again.) "My backpack's completely empty," he says, somewhat defiantly.

"I feel very light, great, I'm just gonna try and focus on the great things" such as the fans and what a great weekend it can be. "And the fact that I wanna win it." – "So between the two races then," Brundle begins, "there wouldn't be phonecalls–" – "My phone's been off the last two days," Lewis calmly cuts him off. "Been chilling. Chilling. By a nice river with the biggest smile on my face cause (he breaks into laughter) I won the last race!"

Simon asks how he's enjoying this championship battle compared to the others' he's won. "I think it's one of the hardest if not probably the hardest season I've had so far, generally because of the issues that we've had, but that's not necessarily a bad thing, I think, there's no better time actually to have a difficult season but… I feel very strong, so… " He smiles. "We shall see how it goes."

The sun is shining although the horizon is dark as they get ready for the start.

And here they go! Behind the safety car.

Seb says there's "quite a bit of standing water" on specific parts of the track. The SC doesn't come in yet. Lewis agrees. "Big puddles of aquaplaning still." Another lap. Lewis says they can move to inters "pretty soon". Then he adds the SC is too slow to build temperature. This is getting critical now, the SC should come in. "Can we go, Charlie?" Lewis asks almost moodily. Finally, SC coming in at the end of lap 5. Ricciardo is asked about the tyres and asks for inters and ohhh my god. Lewis almost collided with the safety car. Careful now! They were just joking that it's only the second race of the season Lewis has been leading at the end of the first lap after starting on pole, better not be taken out by the safety car this time.

Here we go for good! Great restart for Lewis. Plenty of cars dive in the pits immediately but not the top 4. Loads of traffic in the pitlane, two cars almost collided. Nico is struggling in these conditions and Max is ready to attack any moment now. Daniel pits the next lap. Yellow flags! Wehrlein is beached in the gravel. Double waved yellows. Virtual safety car. Everybody slows down. "If we can survive the aquaplaning," Daniel said when asked about the tyres. This one did not. Lewis pits! Nico and Max as well. Nico hasn't had to wait at all. Good job Merc! They go again. Nico is constantly losing time on Lewis.

Lap 10. Lewis, Nico +5.2, Max +2.7, Perez +4.6, Ricciardo +5.6, Raikkonen +4.7, Sainz +2.6, Massa +1.8, Valtteri +0.7, and Hulkenberg +0.5. This battle for P7 also includes Alonso, 0.6 behind Hulkenberg and Seb 0.9 behind him. Hulkenberg overtook Valtteri but Valtteri got the place back. Haryanto spun but got back on track. Ericsson has issues with his engine. And then Verstappen sets the fastest lap of the race and Valtteri spins! He lost 5 places or something! Ericsson is retiring, probably. Nico is warned it's important to look after the tyres. He's closing the gap to Lewis very quickly suddenly… Hulkenberg is attacking Massa for P8. Can't make it quite yet, the Williams has good straight line speed. Max is also catching Nico quickly, but Lewis sets the fastest lap again. Hulkenberg attacks Massa finally but Massa defends firmly. Also in the aerial view it's clear Hulkenberg almost lost it several times slipping around. Max is told he's on Lewis' pace and everybody else is a second slower. The gaps have stabilised though. Max thinks we're getting close to dry tyres. Hulkenberg is still chasing Massa but he's under pressure from Alonso and goes wide. Alonso can't get past but Hulkenberg lost time on Massa. Then they catch up again. And Max is only half a second behind Nico! The cars are starting to look for water to cool down the tyres. Seb is the first to pit for dry tyres. Meanwhile, Max does the same thing Hulkenberg did : attacking Nico he almost lost it and collided with him. And Max overtakes him soon after! Nico is truly struggling. He tries to come back at him but can't. I'm gonna need a replay. Ahhh Nico made a mistake. He slid slightly after clipping the kerb. This might be Max's Race. As in his big break or something I feel like. I know he's already won once but as far as I remember it wasn't that type of race. He's doing a good job and playing with the adults there. Loads of pit stops are underway. AND AN INCREDIBLE MISTAKE AT RENAULT ! Palmer was allowed to leave the box without a right rear! He stops pretty much immediately but still they have to slowly roll him back the few metres to get it on. Lewis pits! And Nico, at the same time, again! Of course he was too far behind for it to be an issue in the pits. Daniel is in, Perez is in… Max is still out. Critical moment. AND SEB SPUN! Damn. At the end of the first 10 laps I almost said I expected it to be pretty straightforward then I thought better because you never know in F1 and indeed. Max pits as well the next lap. Lewis is back in the lead. Palmer and Renault are under investigation for unsafe release, of course. Meanwhile Grosjean is driving around really slowly. Kvyat sets the fastest lap somehow. Then Nasr. Sainz almost lost it, and Kvyat went really wide as well.

Lap 20. Palmer gets a 10 second stop go penalty. That's severe given it was the team's fault. The order goes Lewis, Max +5.7, Nico +4.4, Perez +10.8, Ricciardo +1.4, Raikkonen +13.9, Sainz +2.5, Hulkenberg +7.3, Massa +1.5, and he's actually wheel to wheel with Alonso but stays ahead. For now. Max is currently faster than Lewis. The Massa - Alonso battle is ongoing but the Williams stays ahead unlike Perez who gets overtaken by Ricciardo, for P4. And this time Lewis sets the fastest lap. Is he responding? Annnd Max loses it and goes very wide. Crazy how stable Lewis is with his car in these conditions btw. On the radio, Bono tells him : "Let's just keep an open mind, people might be trying to go to the end." Lewis answers : "I wanna go to the end on these." Raikkonen did about the same thing Max did earlier. And Nico is picking up the pace, he sets the fastest lap. Ohhh and Alonso spun violently and ended up in the gravel! He still manages to save it and leave again but he just has lost so many places. He gets overtaken by Valtteri, tries to muscle through, can't, but then Val goes wide as well and gets himself attacked by Nasr! He manages to defend though. Meanwhile Nico sets another fastest lap. And then it's Sainz spinning! Jesus christ I've rarely seen so many cars lose their grip in a single race! Yellow flags in sector 1… Haryanto is beached in the gravel. Given the tracks you can tell he slid sideways through it all until he met the barriers. There’s no catching that. Oh… and Lewis is off track as well. And on again. I don't know what mistake he made but he must have lost precious time. Meanwhile Nico is half a second behind Max now. Oh yeah Lewis slightly lost the rear into turn one and managed to catch it but locked up which is why he went wide. Ah and Max actually did the exact same thing right behind him which is why Nico is so close! Seb overtakes Kvyat for P10, it was very close wheel to wheel racing. Clean af. Sexy.

It's lap 30. Lewis, Max +3.7, Nico +1. Then the others are lost in the sauce. Daniel is +15.5 behind the podium, followed by Perez +10.1, Raikkonen +18.2, Hulkenberg +2.3, Sainz +4.9, Massa +4.6, and Seb +1.6. Max was getting himself out of DRS threat from Nico but he made a small mistake in the traffic and the Merc is now half a second behind him. He's complaining about the blue flags. Nico attacks Max with DRS but can't make it. Can they really all make it to the end on these tyres ? And Perez slipped. Nico attacks again, but still no. He keeps pressuring him. The commentators sound already completely enamoured with him. Nico says Max has changed trajectory twice to defend which isn't allowed. I didn't see it happening. Nico moves down the outside but that's still not enough! He's only 0.2 behind him. Max says he's struggling with the rear now. Everybody's wondering if he's gonna pit but he stays out. Seb attacked Massa but he couldn't make the turn and Massa says he got pushed out. He's gonna have to give the position back for sure. And Nico finally overtakes Max! Seb is under investigation.

It's lap 40. We're getting close to the end. Nico sets the fastest lap. He's 7.9 seconds behind Lewis. It might get spicy. Verstappen is +2, then Daniel +15.5, Perez +24.1, Raikkonen +3.7, Hulkenberg +10.0, Sainz +3.9, Seb +7.5, and Kvyat +3.7. Palmer is finally retiring. Seb gets a 5 second time penalty for the move on Massa. 10 laps to go. Lewis asks if Massa got the blue flag and Bono says he got them twice. The gap to Nico is down to 6.6. Lewis has picked up the pace as well. (Ferrari has confirmed they're keeping their drivers next year.) Nico is seriously accelerating again, gaining 0.6 on Lewis in a lap. It's down to 5.9. Raikkonen is relentlessly attacking Perez for P5. But suddenly Nico loses 3 seconds and finds himself 1.8 seconds away from Max?! "Gearbox problem! Gearbox problem!" – "Driver default 101, chassis default 01. Chassis default 01," he's told. Are they allowed to help over the radio again? Brundle answers my question : they're allowed if there's imminent failure coming up if they don't. Meanwhile, Raikkonen got ahead of Perez. Nico is told to avoid 7th gear but that confuses him : "What‘s that mean? I have to shift through it." He's told he has to indeed.

5 laps to go. Max is 1.2 behind now. Lewis should be safe. Aha. But now Max is told Nico is under investigation for some of these radio comms. Stupid radio ban rule. The commentators reiterate as well that the ban is stupid. And Brundle says last time he said so, he got team employees agreeing with him about it, but even then the word is they're gonna be tightened even further rather than loosened. And Nico will be investigated after the race. Crofty notes that for now, though, he's about to get his first podium of the season that's not a P1, which is kinda crazy as far as stats go. Final lap.

And it's the end of the race!

Lewis wins Silverstone for the third time in a row! Nico P2, Max P3. For now anyway.

Lewis goes around the track waving to everyone. "Awesome stuff Lewis! Great job man, British grand prix !" Bono's elated voice comes on, over clapping and cheers from the team in the background. Lewis thanks everybody for their hard work, including at the factory.

Once out of the car, after hugging his team, Lewis jumps the barrier and goes for a run, waving still to his public. He bows. Then he runs back.

In the cool down room, he's out of breath. He congratulates his rivals. Then it's silent for a bit. He avoids the camera as usual. Then he sighs and whoops in joy and disbelief. He asks Max when he overtook Nico. "The intermediates," he says, before quickly explaining he got overtaken back afterwards on the medium tyres. "I was catching!" Max adds in a pleased tone. "On the intermediates," he adds when Lewis turns back to him. "Not really," Lewis says, then they chuckle. Nico is not acknowledged, although he's standing right there.

On the podium, Nico gets booed yet again. The crowd is chanting Lewis' name. There'd be stuff to be said. How heartbreaking it must be to be Nico at times. Lewis kisses his trophy and throws it in the air.

"How are you guys doin', you good?" Lewis asks the crowd that erupts in cheer. "I don't know if you can be as happy as me but I'm really happy." He thanks them for coming, they're the best fans. While Mark Webber, who's conducting the interviews, lists stats, the crowd starts chanting Lewis' name again. Lewis says he's glad the good English weather came out, the conditions were very tricky at the start. It was difficult for all of them not to make mistakes. That's what he loves about this race, it's never smooth sailing, there's always things happening. "Plus look at these guys, you don't see this anywhere around the world," he adds. "And, you don't hear a lot of booing, which means we've got good British spirit here." There's no way he didn't hear them boo Nico earlier, is that his attempt at telling them not to or? Because immediately after this, as Webber moves to Nico, the boos are even louder than before. Webber tries to quiet down the crowd. Lewis stands there, impassive. Back to Lewis, Webber points out he's just 4 points off Nico now. Lewis says he loves Budapest which is the next race. He's done everything to try and save his engine, he's on his last one already. He thanks the fans again and tells them to keep their fingers crossed. "I'm catching him," he points towards Nico.

Right afterwards, he's off crowdsurfing without a care in the world. Up on the barriers in front of the huge crowd, all hands extend towards him like iron shards to a magnet.

Niki says winning in England is fantastic, for the whole team but especially for Lewis. The drivers needed it a bit especially after Austria. He shrugs at the idea of the stewards having something to say about Nico's radio comms. Crofty says twitter is wondering why the team wouldn't help Lewis in Baku although they both had an issue then, and they are now helping Nico. This is f1blr - grade ridiculous. The journalists are pretty much all agreeing on the fact that the issue with the radio comms was the last part, when Nico was told he needed to shift through the seventh gear, which would be driver coaching.

Lewis says it never gets old and it always feels like the first time winning there. He talks about the atmosphere etc.

She asks if he'd like to race there every week. He says happily, although the weather is kind of up and down. He interrupts himself to wave to "a little kid".

He claims most drivers would like it better if it was drier, but he thinks it makes for a better show, and it puts you more to the test. "And today… Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Which I like." He smiles.

Rachel says when she interviewed him the day before, he said when he gets pole it delivers a "mental blow" to whoever he's racing against. Does he believe he has the mental edge over everyone else at the moment, not just Nico? She says they've looked for it but they haven't been able to find a time Nico overtook him on track for the win (Huh, really? sounds unlikely. If true it says a lot about a lot. During the 2023 Singapore GP we talked about Lewis' strength being racecraft rather than quali laps, and I wouldn't say race craft is Nico's forte. But I’m pretty sure he’s overtaken him at the start for the win before, hasn’t he?) She says his confidence on track, during the race, and in his racecraft must be "supreme". He says in terms of his racecraft, sure. It's been with him since he was 10. He thinks for a bit. It was a long winded question, I think he's a bit lost. He says he's growing with the car and he feels very confident and very comfortable within himself. Centred. Super happy. Which he believes also reflects on his performance. He says he doesn't mind who he has to go up against, he's ready. Bratty smile.

He says he's sure they would say they are as well but hopefully he'd have the edge on them.

She says again the gap is now 4 points but it could go down to 1 depending on a penalty Nico could get. She says at the time in the season when everything was going wrong, could he have believed it? He says it's been a tough year, he was 43 points behind and they had a big crash and it felt like scraping rock bottom.

But through fan messages, through family, through friends, through faith, he continued to push and it's crazy to think how things have changed. There's still a long way to go and things could go any way, they're getting closer. "He's had a pretty good year, to be honest, you know?" he smiles.

It requires him having a simpler year in terms of issues going forward. "And then these kinds of performances for the rest of the year."

Simple as that huh?

After the team photo, he of course takes a while climbing fences, holding hands, signing stuff. Oh my god he's got himself down IN the crowd. They're carrying him again.

Then he climbs back up again. Skysports is waiting for their interview all the while lol.

He gets there out of breath again, but literally bouncing up and down with a huge grin. He again says they "unequivocally" have the best fans in the world. "You never see that anywhere." He says Italy has good fans but he thinks the passion in the UK is equal if not greater. Hill reminds him he's British though. "True, true," he admits. Hill salutes his performance and asks if he thinks he's getting stronger. "I would like to think I'm getting stronger," he smiles. "Even though I'm getting older! I definitely think I'm in my prime right now." He says this difficult year has been an opportunity for growth and learning. He says he feels light, energetic, stronger than ever in this car that weekend and he's sure a large portion of that is because of the fans. The energy is electrifying and he could feel it in the car. He says the start was made trickier by the fact that he was in the lead whether when you're behind someone you can gauge track conditions by how he's doing.

Johnny asks what's key for him to win the title : consistency or raw speed? Lewis hums and says he thinks raw speed isn't the issue. He mentions again the engine and trying to make it last for as long as possible. (He'll have to start from the back once after the break for sure though.) Reliability has played a huge part in the fight and he's pretty sure he wouldn't be 4 points behind if it wasn't for that. But these things are tests to try us and who would have thought he'd come here and dominate the weekend? Someone points out the engine is gonna give up at some point though and Lewis jokes he hopes not and then explains everything he did during the race to try to minimise the damage to it.

Hill asks about the relationship inside the team and the booing. He adds he thinks he tried to put a stop to it on the podium. In a very high pitched voice he starts : "Yeah I mean…" then he composes himself "I think we're better than that." Pause for dramatic effect. "I honestly think us as brits and us the British fans, I think we're better than that. We've had a great day, we don't even need to stoop to the level of some people who have done it in the past. I think we're above that." Simon points out he had to deal with it himself in Austria. "What I'm saying is we're above that," Lewis says over him. He says no matter where you end up, second, first, it should always be positive. "There's no need for it."

Simon asks again if Lewis thinks he has a psychological advantage as we're getting to the halfway point of the season. He says he feels like when he's at his strongest he doesn't feel any problems. "Let's just leave it at that." To Johnny he answers he doesn't think anyone is unbeatable, that's not how he approaches it, but he's been able to cultivate a strong mental attitude dealing with the downs.

Brundle asks what he thinks about the whole radio ban issue. Lewis says he mentioned it after the race in Baku, he said it's the way it is. They know the rule. But in certain circumstances it's not good for the sport. Because it's become so technical. He thinks 'he' had a problem today that ‘he’ had no way of answering and they had to break the rule.

(It's interesting this habit he's got into of not saying his name btw.)

Simon talks of Andy Murray playing a final at that time, Lewis hopes he kills it and then they can see each other in London that night. He's throwing a party for someone he won't name who's also been successful and now he's won himself so it can be his party as well.

Last note : Ted says Merc is eyeing Wehrlein and that's why they're offering only a 2 year deal to Nico at that point. In the end, the stewards' decision didn't come in time for the broadcast but he received a 10 second penalty and ended up P3 behind Max.

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2016 #2016 british gp

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angel-0f-verdun · 2 years ago

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4 Lone Wolf

Previous Chapter

"Alright, beautiful, now moving swiftly along." The lieutenant said, nodding to the personnel near the door to turn the lights off. They did so and closed the blinds to prepare us for a film. My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly and I pulled out a small pocket-sized notebook just in case it would be required for notes. Unlike Maverick I took pride in my studies and enjoyed the opportunity for learning.

"During Korea, the Navy kill ratio was 12 to one. We shot down 12 of their jets for every one of ours. During Vietnam, that ratio fell to three to one. Our pilots became dependent upon missiles, they had lost some of their dogfighting skills. Top Gun was created to teach ACM, air combat maneuvering. Dogfighting, if you will. At the end of Vietnam, that ratio was back up to 12 to one." The lecture he gave was quick, but he showed examples of dogfighting on the small TV at the front of the classroom. I smiled knowing that this was what we were going to be perfecting here with the program.

"Blinds, please. Now I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to our commanding officer at Top Gun. The very first man to win the Top Gun trophy. You will not find a finer fighter pilot anywhere in the world. Commander Mike Metcalf. Callsign, Viper." The doors we had come through not 30 minutes ago reopened to reveal a grizzled officer probably in his mid-50s by now. He walked through the aisle looking at every one of us with an intensity that I couldn't describe. When he got to the front, he turned towards us.

"Gentlemen," He paused looking directly at Doe and I.

"And ladies… I apologize, it is the first time we have had women in this program. Though I'm certain you will live up to your callsigns." He continued with a bit of discontent in his tone. I actively stopped my jaw from dropping at his remark. I had been expecting this, but not from a commander. Well, it was no real surprise to me that we would have to prove ourselves to everyone who did not want us here. It was a brand-new concept for many of the old command.

"All of you are the top one percent of all naval aviators, the elite, the best of the best, otherwise you wouldn't be here. We'll make you better. You'll fly at least two combat missions a day, attend classes in between, and receive evaluations of your performance."

"Top Gun is not an opportunity to slack off, get drunk, and go on romantic outings." He added as he saw Iceman grinning ear to ear. The smile was quickly wiped from his face, his head snapping back to his notes as his fingers twirled the pen he held.

"It is an opportunity, that your commanding officers thought you fit to journey on. Now, in each combat sequence, you're going to meet a different challenge. Every encounter is going to be much more difficult. We're going to teach you to fly the F-14 right to the edge of the envelope. Faster than you've ever flown before and more dangerous. Now, we don't make policy here, gentlemen, elected officials, and civilians do that. We are the instruments of that policy." He paused, I saw Maverick look at Iceman and they locked eyes, glaring at each other.

"And although we are not at war, we must always act as though we are at war." I'm sure he felt he made his point among everyone present as he started walking again towards the back of the room. I turned to face where he was.

"What are you doing?" Goose leaned over to Maverick asking him the question in a whispered tone. I rolled my eyes knowing this could only lead to my annoyance growing.

"The tip of the spear." Viper continued.

"I'm just wondering who's the best," Maverick answered Goose's question with an arrogant remark.

"In case some of you wonder who the best is, here, they're up here on this plaque on the wall. The best driver and his RIO from each class has his name on it." Viper turned back around facing the front and walking towards the whiteboard. He had no doubt heard Maverick's question and answered it amused.

"And they have the option to come back here to be Top Gun instructors. You think your name's going to be on that plaque?" He turned to face Maverick who was tracking him delicately with his eyes now, no longer distracted.

"Yes sir." He answered him quite confidently.

"That's pretty arrogant considering the company you're in," Viper replied to him, gesturing around the room at all the other pilots that were now in competition with each other.

"Yes sir." He said again looking briefly down towards the floor and back up to Viper.

"I like that in a pilot," Viper said, a trace of a smile on his face.

"Remember when it's over out there, we're all on the same team. Gentlemen this school is about combat. There are no points for second place. Dismissed." He said finishing his monologue, and letting us go about our business. I gathered my things again, putting my notebook and pen away in my front pocket. I got up quickly ready to leave the room with Doe right behind me. Maverick and Goose following, I couldn't stand the testosterone that was practically oozing from these feral pre-pubescent males.

"The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies' room." Iceman joked with everyone, Goose let out a hysterical fake laugh. I continued forward not wanting to stay and came up with a witty reply. I let out a breath when I exited the room standing off to the side with Doe as we waited for Maverick and Goose.

"Oh Jesus, oh you kill me, you really do. But watch out for Reaper, man, she'll put you down fast and hard. Make no mistake, these ladies have balls bigger than you've got hanging between your legs." Goose told Iceman and the others, who immediately quieted upon hearing his remark. When Maverick and Goose walked out they immediately started leading the way. I was almost positive that Stinger had put in our applications for housing ahead of us leaving the ship.

"So where are we heading?" I asked the two men ahead of us.

"Stinger pulled some strings and got us a house we can occupy for the months that we're here. Seems like we'll all be together since he couldn't find two separate houses. It's 4 bedrooms and 2 baths so we all get our own room. He specifically mentioned no funny business, Mav." Goose replied to me, calling Maverick out. Maverick let out a light-hearted laugh shaking his head as we traversed one of the parking lot keys in hand. He walked up to a Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle, sticking the key in the ignition. I watched as Maverick loaded his bags to the back of it, securing them down tightly so they wouldn't budge.

"You bastard, you had your bike delivered?" Goose asked him.

"That I did, you jealous?" He asked him, as he retrieved his aviator sunglasses and put them on. Goose simply stood there in awe of his friend and retrieved his own keys clicking the button to reveal his car a couple of rows away.

"Sounds amazing." I smiled happily as Maverick started the engine of the bike.

"You want a ride?" He asked me pleasantly surprised I had taken an interest in his mode of transportation. I nodded but stopped myself.

"I would, but let's get back to the house first, and then we'll talk about that later… Maybe you can take me down to the coast?" I asked him, just wanting to get to the house and relax for a bit. I left his side and went back towards Goose and Doe. We walked to Goose's 1985 Ford Bronco. When he unlocked it I opened the door and looked inside, I immediately wondered if I had made the right decision, there was not much room in the back for me.

"Goose, did Stinger get me a car? I can't help but notice there's no room for me." I told him, he smiled at me and took out another set of keys from his backpack throwing them to me. I caught them with ease.

"The arrangement had been made to have your Corvette brought out." He said, I smiled pushing the button to locate the car. It was a few spaces over from Goose's. I tried to contain my excitement upon seeing the car again. It was a sleek black model that I loved dearly and had in storage because I didn't need to use it much because I flew planes for a living. But it got me around in style, that's why I bought it.

"I'll follow you and Maverick over," I asked Goose but expressed it as a statement. He nodded as he and Doe entered his car.

I threw my things inside and got in, started the engine, and let the car warm up. I saw Maverick pull out of his spot and wait for all of us to get the show on the road, I pulled out next to him and Goose was behind me. I smiled as I shifted, and we got out onto the highway that led away from the base. I saw Maverick wanted to weave in and out of traffic so I let Goose in front of me so he could lead me instead. Once he got in front of me it was a very smooth ride to the house, we were only one exit off the highway to the base and a few turns away from the highway.

The house was in a very nice neighborhood, surrounded by almost identical houses. It was a two-story Victorian house, beige in color with a slate gray roof. I parked myself in the driveway next to Goose, looking at the wrap-around porch that had been decked out with a porch swing, sitting chairs, and a small table. I shut off the engine, got out of my car, retrieved my duffle bag from the back, and closed the door marveling at the house.

"Wow, it's beautiful." I breathed out, pressing the button on my keys to lock the door to my car. I left my flight things in there as I would not be needing those anytime soon unless I was on base or studying.

"I was not expecting Stinger to get us something this nice. I thought he hated us." Maverick said as he got all his items from his bike.

"Hates you guys maybe, he loves us," Doe said to him matter of factly. I let out a small laugh. It was true, he loved us because we actually followed instructions and listened to him when he gave us orders. Maverick always disobeyed him and Goose being his RIO carried that reputation with him as well, even though Goose was level-headed about most things and kept his pilot in check.

"Well let's see the inside, shall we?" Maverick said, bouncing up the stairs to the door unlocking it with the key attached to his bike keys. I followed his lead as we walked through the door the stairs were off to the right in front of us, the kitchen straight back, the living room to the left, and the dining room to the right. I walked into the kitchen it was minimally decorated but perfect for what we needed, to the right was a washer-dryer tucked in a small room near the backdoor. Goose and Doe went up the stairs to claim their rooms as Maverick and I explored. I opened the backdoor to reveal a backyard with a smoker and grill on the patio with a small hot tub. It was quite honestly paradise.

When I grew up my parents tried their best to be good role models for me. However, the family background was shrouded in addiction and secrets. I yearned to get away from it and I managed to quite easily when I applied to the Naval Academy. The rest is history, I took a deep breath closing my eyes. I reached my fingers into my hair and pulled down the ponytails that held it in its bun. I felt fingers push the hair from the front of my face to the back tucking it behind my ear it brought me back to the present moment. Maverick was standing behind me I could feel his breath hitting my neck as he moved my hair to the side. I cleared my throat as his fingers wandered to the base of my neck gently massaging the skin.

"Everything you ever dreamed of having?" He asked in a soft voice.

"It's more," I smiled relaxing into his touch. He was getting bolder, it seemed as if he was trying to touch me every opportunity he could. I was still getting used to accepting him this close to me. I flinched as his fingers traced quickly over my scar and down to my lower back. The movement reminded me of the pain of getting the scar, the searing blinding pain, wet blood soaking the uniform I was in. I internally begged Maverick to pull me from the memory. He noticed the stiffness of my body and spun me around putting his forehead against mine so I could hear his calm breathing, before pulling me into a hug.

"I don't know what you're going through, I wish you would just tell me, so you don't have to suffer through it alone." He whispered into my ear. His sentiment to my welfare had me struggling to keep my well-adjusted composure.

"Maverick, maybe I will someday. But you have to stop pushing." I told him unhappily, lightly pushing myself from his grip and moving to go back inside the house.

"I'm sorry Maeve." He said switching back to real names rather than callsigns so I knew he was serious.

"Wait…" He started, grabbing my wrist before I could get much further, I turned around to look towards him wondering what else he wanted to say to me.

"What?" I asked him looking curiously into his eyes as if I was going to find the answers there. I could tell he wanted to say something more but he was struggling within himself to do so.

"I know we've only just started the program… But I want you to be careful flying with these guys. I don't trust them. I know you can handle yourself but please be cautious. We've all heard the rumors of how you got your callsign. I just worry." He said to me, I nodded contemplating his request.

"What're the rumors?" I asked him curiously; I hadn't heard any new ones recently. There were a couple that assumed I had killed a lot of people in a certain deployment, which wasn't entirely far off from the truth. Maverick had only met me a few years ago, the talk of how I got my callsign had died down since then, or so I thought.

"I heard that you killed your RIO, murdered actually. I've heard that you were engaged to him. I've heard so many different versions but they all end with him dead." He said to me looking skeptical, judging my reaction. My bottom jaw clenched involuntarily, and I let out a chuckle.

"It's interesting how people twist stories after some time has gone by." I smiled through the wound he had just reopened. My body itched to leave the conversation as quickly as I could.

"Fine, I'll be careful, but you need to heed your own advice Mav," I told him, he let my hand go and I walked back inside and up the stairs to see where Crystal had set up her bedroom. I got upstairs and heard her and Nick laughing about something or another. I would say I was the more serious one out of the group of us because I knew the dangers we faced all too well. I went into the empty bedroom furthest away from the laughter that filled the house. I deserved to be this way, alone, I was better off this way.

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mssleepy876b · 2 years ago

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TGM Fic Possible Chapter 1

summary: An reunion with between Bradley and a childhood peer makes waves during the prep for the Uranium Mission.

requested? No, just a possible start to a story.

word count: 1944

warnings: No

a/n: Please give feedback as might be the start of a new story. @seresinhangmanjake @tongue-like-a-razor @bratshaws @bradshawsbaby @roosterforme @beyondthesefourwalls @townmoondaltwistle

Chapter 1

U.S. Navy Lieutenant Commander Elizabeth “Ellie” Kazansky stood at the windows of her new office on the air base at North Island near San Diego, California. She had just transferred in within the past month at the request of her mother, so she returned to the Pacific Coast of her childhood. The sun glinted and caught the gold wings on her left chest. Other ribbons and awards displayed on her crisp khaki uniform as she looked over the fleet of F-18s outside her window. Her own flight helmet sat on her desk not far from her with her call sign, a call back to her heritage, “Ice Queen”. Friends had started calling her Elsa once Frozen came out, but it was all in respect.

A knock at the door caught her attention. “Come in.” she called. She turned and faced a young woman bringing a folder to her.

“Excuse me, Lt. Commander. Admiral Bates asked I give this to you. It’s a new mission coming in. He wants your review of a flight plan in order to prepare for a briefing with a new instructor tomorrow.” She said calmly.

Ellie took the file offered to her responding, “Of course, Nancy. Thank you. I will look this over right now.” She settled into her desk chair and immediately focused on the information in front of her. Nancy glanced at the plaques already on Ellie’s walls including her own Top Gun Graduate Trophy. Much like her older brother, Tommy (Thomas), Ellie followed her father’s footsteps to serve as a Naval Aviator. She and Tommy both graduated as the Top of the Top Gun Classes. Tommy currently was in the Mediterranean as a CAG for an Aircraft Carrier and appreciated the responsibility given to him with such a command post. It was her older sister Sasha (Natasha) who took the family love of the skies in new path. After hard work, Sasha is currently one of the best commercial Jet pilots for major airlines and works in the major New York to Atlanta region. Sasha occasionally took a red eye flight to LA in order to take a short trip to visit their parents in San Diego.

The connection to the skies started with Ellie’s father, Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. He taught all three of his children how to fly and shared the love of the skies with them. Despite his command positions, he moved to ensure Tommy’s and Ellie’s careers were not impacted by their family name. He simply watched on with pride. Sasha’s ability to step off on her own path and still fly and have a life at home was a choice he respected and appreciated as it brought Sasha’s husband Christopher into the family. Ellie’s niece and nephew brought smiles to her face as she thought of the giggles and laughs, they filled her parents’ house with.

Ellie began taking notes and talking through the mission as her mind fell back to guidance from her dad and her “Uncle” Slider. She had most recently been posted to work with Admiral Kerner at the Pentagon in DC as her shoulder was still recovering from a rotator cuff repair and she was not yet allowed to return to full flight status. Slider had helped her get the transfer to work directly under Admiral Bates, at NAWDC, who cleared her for testing to return to flight status last week.

Ice and Slider were not the only guides to her flight career that Ellie felt blessed to call on. The entire Top Gun class of 1986 looked at Ellie as one of their own kids. Many of them had guided her skills in the sky as well as the challenges she would face as a female aviator and officer in the Navy. She felt more prepared than most when she entered the Naval Academy, another family tradition she and Tommy followed. While the men in her life guided her career, it was the heart of the Kazansky family, her mother Sarah, who guided her heart and emotions along with her late “Aunt” Carole Bradshaw. Sarah was the calm that softened the edges to the precision and firmness of the Iceman. It was her dad that was her hero but her mother who was her mentor and confidant.

It was through her dad’s Wingman, her “Uncle” Pete Mitchell or Maverick, that her “Aunt” Carole and her son Bradley became a strong part of her childhood. Ellie felt a different connection to Brad, true her parents look at him as another of their kids, but to Ellie there was more. More that she never confessed and never had the chance to as Maverick and Brad had a falling out after Carole’s death and Maverick’s interference with Bradley’s entry into the Naval Academy. Brad cut off many people that could connect back to Maverick but her dad, Ice, had his eyes on Brad’s eventual naval career and eventually, Brad was in contact with her dad on and off.

Ellie took her notes and typed them up in a memo and took them to Admiral Bates’ office as she headed out for the night. Ellie headed out to the Hard Deck, a local bar frequented by other naval officers and owned by a fellow Admiral’s daughter, Penny Benjamin. Penny had become a bit of a mentor for Ellie as she understood being an Admiral’s daughter in a Navy town. Penny created a relaxed and calm environment and the sea air helped Ellie’s nerves after a long day.

Ellie’s eyes met Penny’s as Penny grabbed a drink from the bar for Elie giving it to her as she sat at the bar. “Hey, Kiddo.” Penny said in a greeting.

“Hiya, Penny.” Ellie said as the mission information hung draping itself and its dangers across her mind. Ellie felt Penny’s hand as it rested on her arm.

“You okay? You look down.” Penny asked.

“Warlock had me analyze a mission today, Penny. Without the right skills, the pilots could be taking on a suicide run. It is scary what would have to happen in order to survive.” She said with a sigh.

“Well, I will trust your knowledge on that. But remember, you aren’t an active pilot yet, which I am sure your Dad is grateful for if the mission details have you this concerned. Just remember to do your part and use your skills as best you can. But speaking of flight, any dates for your re-quals yet?”

“Not yet. Doctors have cleared me, and the last paper test was completed last week. I am just waiting for Warlock to give a day and time.” She said as her phone buzzed in her hand. Curiously, she looked at the message. “It’s Warlock. He scheduled me for re-quals tomorrow.” She said giggling.

Penny smiled and laughed with her. “Well then that sounds like a good thing. Be safe and go get ready, Little E.” She whispered and pulled Ellie into a hug before pushing her out the door.

The next morning, Ellie went over her check list and checked over her F-18 before she took off and entered the skies again. Her qualification tests were simple and quick as she flew with a current TOP GUN instructor who walked her through all her paces. She smiled as all her skills clicked back into place and her dad’s guidance along with the rest of her “Uncles” helped her through each maneuver. As she landed and taxied her jet towards the hangar her confidence grew and her pride at being a 2nd generation aviator filled her heart. She was climbing out as she was approached by her instructor, Phobos, he called out to her. “Great Job, Ice Queen. Guess you really are a chip off the old block. I think Ice would be proud.”

Ellie smiled at the comparison and replied, “Don’t be jealous, Phobos. Just cause I have several TOP GUN graduates that taught me to fly.” She laughed as he chuckled. “But honestly, thanks. I was concerned I might be rusty after being out of the cockpit for so long. Felt good to stretch those skills and instincts again.”

Phobos nodded his head and continued, “Well as an instructor, doesn’t look to me like you have lost a step. I will be happy to sign off on your return to active flight status. Good job, Elsa. Go relax and clean up, you earned it.” He tapped her shoulder as he turned to head to the locker rooms nearby.

Ellie returned to her office and found some notes from Warlock that she handled before heading off to the Hard Deck for a small celebration of being back in the air. Her work brought up the mission she reviewed the day before and her concern as a pilot for those who would be going. She though focused in using that control her father instilled in her and finished her work for the night. She smiled as the sea air outside the Hard Deck welcomed her in as Penny’s voice filled her ears as she walked through the door.

“Hey, Girlie. Have a seat. Already heard the news. Got something special headed your way.” Penny called to her over the music. Ellie smiled as she moved closer to the bar. Johnny saw her and called out, “Congrats, Little Ice. Penny has been bragging all night.” Ellie giggled at Johnny’s comments knowing Penny would do just that.

Ellie settled into a seat at the bar. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed two Lieutenants over at the Dart Board as Penny set a glass in front of her. “Drink up, Little Ice. Got it just for you.” Penny said with a wink. Ellie smiled taking a sip of the crisp white wine that was her favorite. Johnny came over and set a plate of Ellie’s favorite sandwich in front of her as well. She blushed then at the support that Penny and Johnny gave her. “Yes, you do deserve it, Ellie. You worked hard to get back up there. That and being Ice’s baby girl made your challenge harder. Enjoy it.” Penny said with a gentle pat on her arm.

Ellie settled in until a man at her arm caught her attention. She turned to apologize and smiled seeing a familiar face from her past. “Uncle Mav!” she called out as they pulled each other into a hug.

“Hey, Little Mini-Ice. How are you, Baby girl?” he said as they sat at the bar.

“Good. Better actually, passed re-quals today so I get to be airborne again. But last I heard you were based out in Nevada. How did you come to North Island, Mav?”

“Glad to hear you are in the skies again, Ellie. You have your dad’s talent for the skies. You belong up there. Nevada was shut down for drones instead. I got sent here today.”

Her face paled, “The mission Warlock had me look over. Oh, God, Mav. It could a be a suicide run.”

He grasped her hand and her shoulder trying to calm her. “Hey, Ellie. You have to be careful; you know how things could go if information gets out. Follow your dad’s footsteps in this, Little Ice. Don’t follow me, I can be too reckless at times. Learn from my mistakes, sweetheart.”

“I will, Uncle Mav. Please go out and see Mom and Dad soon. I know it would brighten Dad’s day to see you again.” She said to him with a bit of sadness in her voice.

“I will keep that in mind. Time for me to head out, Little Ice. Be safe. Talk to you soon.” He said as he turned to Penny in order to close out his bill.

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