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What’s Out This Week? 3/29

Spring has sprung, our spirits (and the pollen count) are high, and our 25% Figurine Sale is still going strong til 4/1!

A History Of Modern Manga HC - Insight Editions

The history of manga is inextricably linked to the social, economic, political, and cultural evolution of Japan. Essential to the daily lives of its inhabitants and to its economy, manga is one of the drivers of the international development of one of the world's largest economies. How did the manga market reach one billion copies annually in less than half a century? Who are the major players in this incredible expansion? Discover, over the pages and years, the major events and artists who have marked the history of modern manga in this new, updated and expanded edition.

The Ambassadors #1 (of 6) - Mark Millar & Frank Quitely

Imagine you could gift superpowers to six people. In a world of eight billion, who do you choose? Join six of the greatest artists in the industry for an enormous story about ordinary people from around the world explaining why it should be them.

Big Guy & Rusty The Boy Robot TP - Frank Miller & Geof Darrow

Front and center, America! Here comes action! Here comes adventure! Here comes The Big Guy and Rusty the Boy Robot-a roller-coaster ride through the minds of Geof Darrow and Frank Miller, the tag team that set you reeling with their hard-hitting series, Hard Boiled! Everything you remember about being thirty-eight-years-old and watching monster movies is right here, but with all the magnified detail that you always wanted to see.

Don’t Spit In The Wind #1 (of 4) - Stefano Cardoselli

One man's trash is another man's living. Since earth became inhospitable, humanity escaped ages ago to live in a space station floating above the atmosphere. Now Travis and his crew of garbage men are tasked with cleaning up mountains of toxic waste, working for a company called Atomic Bros INC., to create a "Clear World." But when one of Travis' crew members goes missing near an old nuclear facility Travis' job becomes a bit more complicated.

E-ratic 2 TP - Kaare Andrews & Brian Reber

Recharge complete! The teenage hero with superpowers that only work for ten minutes a day is back to save the world again as he navigates even more pressing perils: young love, bullies, a broken family and the gauntlet that is high school. This time, young Oliver Leif is teamed with a barbarian princess who claims to be from another dimension. Spinning from the pages of The Resistance, E-Ratic combines electric action, teen drama, and pure comics fun.

Everything Sucks: Real Gamer Hours One-Shot - Michael Sweater

Do video games cause violence? No, but they do cause Noah to smell absolutely horrible from playing an MMO for three days straight. Can Calla break the spell, or will she get trapped by the sweaty paws of King Crushskull too? Includes a foil cardstock cover and a sticker sheet!

Fart School HC - Mel Stringer

Mel is excited about moving to Brisbane and starting art school! She imagines collaborating with other creatives, honing her craft, and becoming an accomplished artist. But it turns out that art school isn't quite the same in real life. Can Mel finish college with her love of art still intact?

Festival Of Shadows: A Japanese Ghost Story GN - Atelier Sento

Every summer, in an isolated Japanese village, a celebration known as the Festival of Shadows takes place. The villagers are entrusted to assist the troubled souls or "shadows" of those who died tragically, and to help them come to terms with their deaths and find eternal peace. Naoko, a young girl born in the village, is given a year to save the soul of a mysterious young man. She develops strong feelings for her shadow-a handsome young man, an artist-but he seems haunted by a terrible secret. She has a year to find out what happened to him, to help him come to terms with his past, and if she fails, his soul will be lost forever. As the year goes by, Naoko finds herself teetering between the worlds of the living and the dead. What is the terrible secret that seems to be haunting her shadow? And could she be risking her own life to help someone who has already lost his?

Superstate TP - Graham Coxon, Hellen Mullane & Alex Paknadel

The Superstate is everywhere, and its authority is absolute. Yoga Town is a city divided. While they wait to leave the earth, the 1% can bend reality to their will, they live in a consequence free world where anything goes. Meanwhile, the masses are pacified by a drugged out, government mandated digital dreamscape while they wait to perish on this dying planet. But there is still hope, for angels roam the earth. With their help, maybe some rebellious spirits can start to make a change. Experience 15 surreal and disturbing tales of rebellious fembots, celebrity turkey shoots, violent astral projection and an all-new take on the TV dinner.

Granite State Punk #1 - Travis Gibb & Patrick Buermeyer

Zeke has just gotten released from prison and is now living in the last place he ever wanted to be... his dead parents' house. For years, he tried to drown every ounce of the memories of this place and his messed-up childhood. Zeke is now forced to confront it and the revelation that his past is filled with the occult, punk rock, dark magic, and its connection to New Hampshire's most historic landmark, The Old Man of the Mountain.

I Hear A Sunspot: Four Seasons GN - Yuki Fumino

Kohei Sugihara, college student with hearing loss, and Taichi Sagawa, his ever-optimistic former classmate, met in a chance encounter that ignited an undeniable spark that would eventually blossom into love. Now it's spring and as Kohei nears graduation, his search for a job begins. Meanwhile, Taichi finds himself in charge of someone new at work. Life is busier than ever, but all in all, things seem to be looking up for the pair. That is, until the sudden appearance of Ena, one of Kohei's old flames.

Indigo Children #1 - Curt Pires, Rockwell White & Alex Diotto RADIANT BLACK meets THE DEPARTMENT OF TRUTH in this action-packed sci-fi/mystery epic as journalist Donovan Price hunts down the extraordinarily gifted INDIGO CHILDREN after their mysterious disappearance fifteen years prior.

A Journal Of My Father GN - Jiro Taniguchi

Yoichi Yamashita, spurred by a call informing him of his father's death, thinks of childhood. He returns to his hometown after a lengthy absence during which time he has not seen his father. As the relatives gather for the funeral and the stories start to flow, Yoichi's childhood starts to resurface. The Spring afternoons playing on the floor of his father's barber shop, the fire that ravaged the city and his family home, his parents' divorce and a new "mother." Through confidences and memories shared with those who knew him best, Yoichi rediscovers the man he had long considered an absent and rather cold father.

The Karman Line TP - Dennis Hopeless & Piotr Kowalski

It's all sex, lies and betrayal on a reality show streaming from the International Space Station until the crew receives a message reading "ABORT MISSION AND GET HOME NOW." Things unravel quickly as they find their shuttle damaged and a crew member dead. They'll have to fight to survive and escape... with cameras recording everything.

Kaya Book 1 TP - Wes Craig

After the destruction of their village, a young girl with a magic arm and a fighting spirit is tasked with delivering her little brother to a faraway safe haven. There, he's destined to discover the secret to overthrowing the all-powerful empire that destroyed their home. Starting out on their journey, they'll face lizard-riders, monstrous beasts, and secrets that could tear brother and sister apart.

Lady Baltimore: Dreams Of Ikelos One-Shot - Mike Mignola, Christopher Golden, Bridgit Connell & Abigail Larson

Lady Sofia Baltimore, accompanied by an array of formidable companions, continues her war against the Nazis in an occult alternate Outerverse. High in the frozen Italian alps, a mercenary sorcerer has revealed a dangerous magical artifact. German forces will use it to obliterate Allied forces who stand against them . . . unless Sofia and Imogen can take possession of it first.

Heartstrings: Melissa Ethridge & Her Guitars GN - Steve Hochman, Frank Mariffinno, Manuela Pertega & Kate Samuels

Melissa Etheridge's Heartstrings takes you on a journey through her growth and life as a musician, as it reveals the untold stories behind some of her favorite guitars, each one of them exciting, significant, and dear to her heart and music.

Mister Mammoth HC - Matt Kindt & Denis Pendanx

Mr. Mammoth is the world's greatest detective and the kind of person you don't forget. Being a seven-foot-tall pacifist who's covered head to toe with an impressive collection of horrific scars makes quite the impression. But he might be losing his edge. He can't seem to solve his latest case and he's distracted with a strange obsession with a soap opera actress who doesn't even know he exists. His new case holds clues that might finally unlock the secret of his traumatic childhood. The question is: is he solving a crime-or planning one? Mr. Mammoth is the first-ever original graphic novel from Matt Kindt's all-new imprint, Flux House, which features crime, science fiction, and humor stories, all told in startling and untraditional ways. For Mr. Mammoth, Kindt is joined by internationally acclaimed artist Jean Denis Pendanx, who's making his U.S. debut!

Monster Tag Team #1 - Konstantine Paradias, Gerardo Gambone & Neil Vokes

It's a brand-new series in the vein of classic team-ups and two-in-one comics - this is MONSTER TAG TEAM! Two monsters - one rampaging story - all horror! In this debut issue called "Wolfe And Bat" - mortal enemies and clashing world powers collide in an over-the-top monster battle royale! In a Cold War that's gone occult, the international terror organization WARLOCK schemes to destroy human civilization. Faced with this new breed of unstoppable sorcerous criminal, West and Soviet agencies put their two best creatures on the case: Jesse Walker, a CIA-trained werewolf and Vlad Dracul, KGB's top vampire, team up to destroy WARLOCK's chief Magister before he can unleash Fimbulwinter on humanity. This issue comes with four covers - Main by Copper Age legend Neil Vokes, Corpse Crew homage cover by Buz Hasson & Ken Haeser, Painted cover by Mark Sparacio, and a special 100 copy Century limited edition!

Songs Of The Dead: Afterlife TP - Michael Christopher Heron, Andrea Fort, MJ Erickson & Nick Robles

Bethany is a necromancer and a hero. Along with her companions, Elissar and Jonas, she has finally found the rumored Covenant. Her perilous journey has brought her to the last bastion of the necromancers, but resurging prejudices have them in shambles. Can Bethany unite them in the face of escalating tensions? Or will the coming war shatter all of her dreams for a peaceful future?

Vince Staples Presents Limbo Beach GN - Bryan Edward Hill, Chris Robinson & Buster Moody

“Every kid has the same story. Wash up on shore. Enter the amusement park. Get superpowers. Why are you so different?" Join fan-favorite rapper Vince Staples, Bryan Edward Hill (Batman & the Outsiders; Titans), Chris Robinson (Children of the Atom), and Buster Moody (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) on an adventure into the mysterious Limbo Beach, an island theme park ruled by adolescents with unique abilities! Follow the newest member of the Wunderlosts, a band of misfit teenage raiders, on a journey to discover the truth about the park - and himself - in a tale that is equal parts Lord of the Flies and The Warriors.

Welcome Back, Aureole GN - Takatsu

Bright and sociable Kazu and the sober and serious Moto have been best friends since childhood. Even if they drifted apart in junior high, they still understood one another better than anyone else. But in their second year, Kazu began to think of Moto as more than just a friend. And as much as he wanted to think it was just a misunderstanding, it became clear to him that his feelings were all too real...

WesterNoir GN - Dave West, Gary Crutchley & Matt Soffe

Josiah Black thought that he'd done it all - cowhand, gun slinger, drifter and sheriff - but then he kills Jim Wilson and takes on the role of monster hunter. Monsters that only he can see. They Live meets Deadwood in this tale from the old wild west.

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summer blues

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader, bestfriend!steven conklin x fem!reader

summary: All summer, you had been in some strange sad limbo, and you had blamed Jeremiah for that. For all the girls he had kissed at every party, for the way he made your heart beat and palms grow clammy. But really, was it his fault when you were the one who pushed him away?

word count: 3.3k

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, general sad thoughts. dumbass idiot jeremiah. unedited!

a/n: i went thru like the full range of emotions writing this fic, idk how i feel abt it but this is my comeback after three months of no writing. anyways, hope u enjoy!! 💞. reblogs are appreciated as always!

The sun sets low, casting a warm glow upon the unfamiliar garden. The air is thick with the hum of laughter and music that drifts from the house, and everything seems perfect. It should be perfect. This is the stuff summer dreams are made of, and yet, you’re sitting on the outdoor furniture, alone, and left to your own devices.

Summer so far has been nothing but longing. You had watched as the one boy who had captured your heart at ten spent days at the beach with girls you didn’t even know the names of. And sure, it’s not like you have anything, not even close. But could you blame yourself? Jeremiah was nothing but perfect Carolina-blue eyes and golden skin. He was your summer dream.

The house party was meant to be a distraction, that’s what Steven had said when he tugged you into his car. It’ll be fun, you need to stop being sad all summer. He was nothing but adamant to make this summer the best yet, especially with the overhanging weight that Conrad and himself would be moving to college next year. Steven had never been fond of change, especially not when it came to summers at Cousins.

Steven had long since abandoned you to dance the night away with pretty girls and hooting boys, so instead here you are, sitting alone at a party, trying to fill the Jeremiah-shaped cavity in your heart with fruity drinks and loud music.

Jeremiah hadn’t been in sight when you first arrived at the party, and maybe that was a good thing. You could enjoy yourself for once, without your wandering eyes finding him somewhere with his hand on a girl's waist. Even just the thought of it made you sick to your stomach.

But sometime between then and now, he had shown up. Figures. And now you watch as he makes his way out of the big back doors, down the patio steps, past the pool, until he’s sitting with you in the makeshift gazebo, fairy lights sparkling above.

“Hey trouble,” Jeremiah greets as he sits on the plush outdoor sofa next to you, sidled up close enough that he bumps his shoulder with yours in welcome.

“Hey,” you parrot back, not meaning for the obvious buzzkill tone in your voice.

“What’s got you all bummed out?”

“Dunno.” you reply, eyeing the cold drink you’re balancing on your thigh which leaves a cold ring of condensation on your bare skin. “Did Steven send you to get me?”

Jeremiah’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he cocks his head to the side. “No? Why would he need to? Can I not check up on my favourite girl?”

You let out a bemused snort, running your finger around the brim of your glass, eyes still not meeting his. Maybe you have had too much to drink.

“Come dance with me,” he says instead, hand outstretched, waiting for yours. You let your head fall against the back of the sofa.

“Not in a dancing mood.”

You don’t know if it’s the drinks or if it’s real, but Jeremiah shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his features as he tucks the stray strands of hair that have fallen in front of your face behind your ear. His hand lingers there a few seconds too long.

“What happened to dancing the summer away?” He questions, and when you finally look up to meet his eyes, he’s much closer than you expected.

“I was fifteen when I said that,” you note, which was almost two years ago now. How does he remember these things?

Jeremiah doesn’t respond immediately so you take your eyes off him, instead you watch the house glow to life, light filling the windows as the dark night begins to blanket the sky. The garden itself is empty with most of the party opting to escape the summer heat by seeking shelter indoors. A few girls are busy by the poolside, and you notice one of them keeps diverting her gaze back to where you and Jeremiah are sitting. Typical. It was like every girl in Cousins was obsessed with the prospect of at least one of the Fisher boys taking fancy in them. Was it bad that it always made you jealous? Everyone who sees him, wants him, and you wish you could keep him as just yours.

“You have an admirer,” you point out, nodding to the girl by the pool. You must admit, she’s gorgeous. Pretty brown eyes and gorgeous hair that even when wet seems to frame her face perfectly. You slink further down in your seat.

Jeremiah simply rolls his eyes at you. “Well she is pretty.”

And you know he means it as a joke. Can tell by the stupid grin and the tone of his voice. But the words are still like a dagger to your heart, twisting and turning until you can barely breathe - and oh God, you need to get out of here and away from him.

You set the drink down by the sofa, it meets the wooden deck with a too-loud clink before you stand abruptly. You brush down the skirt that had ridden up your legs as the ring of water on your thigh left behind by the glass soaks the edges of it. “I need to go,” is all you can murmur out.

“No, wait-” Jeremiah begins, standing to follow you.

“It’s fine,” you push, faux niceties lacing your voice, smiling as much as the ache in your chest will let you. You can feel the frown on his face burn into your back as you turn to leave, but you choose to ignore it, instead making your way back into the large lively house.

As you pass the pool though, the girl who has been eyeing Jeremiah gets up with a giddy look on her face, she calls to him in a sweet honeyed voice and it makes you sick.

You climb the patio steps, making your way through the lavish interior of the house.

You push through the crowd of people within the house. You just need a moment to yourself, to gather your thoughts and figure out just what the fuck was going on with you. Carefully, you slip into the bathroom, pushing the door shut with the weight of your body before leaning against the sink. You take deep breaths, trying to calm the beating of your heart.

All summer, you had been in some strange sad limbo, and you had blamed Jeremiah for that. For all the girls he had kissed at every party, for the way he made your heart beat and palms grow clammy. But really, was it his fault when you were the one who pushed him away?

Being in love with Jeremiah Fisher was anything but easy, not when you had to dance around the intricate friendship that had blossomed since you were eight years old. You didn’t know what love was until you were fifteen, sitting on the pier with him as you skidded rocks across the ocean. When he had smiled that smile and his eyes sparkled like the entire cosmos was within them. From that very moment on, you were doomed. Every brush of his hand against yours felt like a calculated step, and it was your fault for deluding yourself into believing he had space in his heart for anything more than a friendship with you.

It’s only a million times worse when you’re as close with him as you are, casual flirting and lingering touches was nothing but the norm. So it was especially difficult when he’d grab your hand and lead you through a crowd, or whisper some stupid inside joke just for you in a crowded room, when such a simple touch set your body alight with sparks.

“Knock knock,” you hear the door open softly, Steven’s head poking through. You had forgotten to lock the door, you realise. “Jeremiah thinks you're mad at him.” He informs, voice careful and soft as he closes the door behind him, making his way to you and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You shake your head, unable to find the words to express the turmoil within yourself. Instead, you offer a weak smile letting out a shaky exhale. “Well, I’m not.”

Steven looks amused as he leans with his back against the sink next to you, tilting his head so it falls into your field of vision. “You sure?”

“Very sure.” You confirm.

“I think you’re lying.”

You take another breath, “I’m not mad, i’m just…” your voice trails off as you try to find the words.

“Angry, confused, sad?” Steven offers.

You shake your head as you poke his shoulder, “would you let me speak?”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am,” he throws his hands up in surrender.

“I’m just… tired,” you say, defeated. Steven gives you an apologetic look. He’s known about your not-so-little crush on Jeremiah. How could he not when he seemed to be the only person who could light you up when you were dim and down?

“I’m tired of having to watch him go out with other girls every other day. I mean it’s not like we’re exclusive - we’re definitely not - but I just wish I didn’t feel like throwing up everytime.”

For a second, Steven doesn’t say anything, he looks at you with those eyes he does when he’s thinking. “What’s that thing Susannah always says?”

“What?”

“About…” He blows out his bottom lip as he struggles to remember the words, “about how love is like a flower, it needs time to grow and blossom and you need to nurture it.”

You pause, before cracking a smile. “Never in a million years would I have even imagined you quoting one of Susannah’s cheesy pieces of romance advice.”

Steven rolls his eyes at you, but he can’t help the smile that creeps up on him too. “Look, the point is, love isn’t supposed to be easy. Like, at all. But you really like Jeremiah, and I get it, he can really suck sometimes, especially with the whole hooking up thing,” - he looks up at you as he finishes his sentence, - “but if you love him as much as you let on, you’ve gotta just go for it. You need to stop pushing him away because of your irrational fear.”

Shaking your head, you turn fully to face Steven, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. “Okay, it’s not irrational, it’s completely rational. What if I just end up ruining everything? That’s a super real possibility. I don’t want to lose Jeremiah as a friend, and the risk of running that possibility is way too high.”

“God,” Steven lets out through a sigh, he looks like he wants to strangle you. “Listen to yourself! Maybe if you haven’t been moping around all summer you’d be able to see it.”

“See what?”

“Just go out there and talk to the boy.”

“This’d be a lot easier if you just told me.”

“I think you’d appreciate me a lot more if you figured it out for yourself.” Steven tells you, and he says it in a way that leaves little room to bicker back. He gives you an encouraging nod and a soft smile and for a minute you think he’ll say another stupid thing like go get ‘em tiger! But he graces you with silence and leaves you alone in the small bathroom.

You look back at yourself in the mirror. Maybe Steven is right.

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Jeremiah is sitting on the steps of the patio when he hears the sliding glass doors open and shut and the shuffle of Steven’s old sneakers. Immediately, his head swivels so he’s facing his long-time best friend. “So what’d she say? Is she mad?” He blurts out immediately.

“Woah, slow down lover-boy,” Steven says, amusement in his tone. He takes a seat next to Jeremiah, placing his hands either side of himself. “Well, she’s not happy.”

“What the fuck, bro,” Jeremiah grumbles, “you were meant to deescalate the situation.”

“Actually no, I was checking up on my friend, who I care about, and who I haven’t been dancing around all summer long.” Steven corrects.

Jeremiah looks away, unamused, “okay I get it. I haven’t been the best person to her lately.”

“Really?” Steven gasps, faux surprise lacing his tone, “You’ve been avoiding her like the plague and hanging around with random girls like you want her to be upset.”

“I don’t!” Jeremiah is quick to retort. “I’m just…”

“You’re just being a dick.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Look man, I’m not trying to upset you either, but I really don’t get why you’re so scared to confront your feelings. You like her, you like her a lot and it’s so fuckin’ obvious.”

Jeremiah opens his mouth, ready to argue back, but Steven leaves no room for it.

“She literally craves your attention and you’re out here, making out with other girls like she’s not right there. Is this some weird attention grab sort of thing? What, are you trying to make her jealous? This isn’t like you, Jere.”

Steven’s words cut deep. So deep Jeremiah thinks they’ve scarred him, but maybe it’s for the best. No, it’s definitely for the best.

“Think about it,” is the last thing Steven says, before he stands up, giving Jeremiah a reassuring pat on the back, and disappears into the crowd of party-goers within the house.

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When you finally feel ready enough to leave the bathroom, you think for a moment about Steven’s words. They kick around in your head. You chuckle to yourself, who knew you’d ever be taking legitimate advice from Steven? But instead of confronting your problems like you should, you pour yourself another drink, turning on your heels as you ascend the glossy white stairs. Whoever’s house this is - in the words of Steven himself - they’re fucking loaded.

The upstairs of the house is empty, albeit a few straggling couples making out in the hallway. You ignore them, noticing the gorgeous open balcony that conjoins to the hallway you’re currently walking down. It’s quiet and empty, a perfect place to spend the rest of the night in peace.

The moon hangs low in the sky now, reflecting off the ocean ahead, and as you step out onto the balcony the cool Summer night’s air bites at your skin.

It's a glorious view for what should’ve been a perfect night. Laughter and music wafts up from the party below, and you let out another regretful sigh, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. As your eyes linger on the ocean, you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You turn to see Jeremiah standing beside you, and when you look at him, he gives you that sweet smile.

“Hey trouble,” he begins, “you alright?”

You shrug, turning your back to the balcony as you slide your back down the railing, slumping to the floor with your knees tucked under your chin. “Trying to be.”

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Jeremiah with such a soft voice felt unnatural, and a part of you felt guilty for rendering him so quiet. Silence stretches between both of you like a chasm, as you struggle to find the right words within you to tell him how you truly felt. Instead, Jeremiah fills the silence, his voice hesitant but filled with a quiet determination. “I’m sorry.”

You gave him a perplexed look, “what are you apologising for?”

“For this entire summer,” he says, sitting on the ground next to you as he takes the cool glass from your hands, fingers brushing yours, before he places it on the ground. You tilt your head, curiosity in your eyes as you wait for him to continue.

“I’ve been an asshole. Like, bigtime, and I'm really sorry.” He takes a deep breath, takes your hand in his carefully, softly, like you’re something to be worshipped. To him you are. “And, I… need to tell you something.”

You look up at him, heart racing with anticipation, “what is it?” you all but murmur.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just-” and when he can’t find the right words, because how is he meant to compress everything he’s ever felt for you into one sentence? It’s impossible. He instead uses his actions.

His hands untangle from yours, grabbing the sides of your face before pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you. He kisses you and the world falls away and there’s nothing but him. At first, you don’t know what to do, it’s all so sudden, but when it finally registers, you want to cry. Not sad tears, and not entirely tears of joy either, tears of relief, tears that carry the weight of all your longing.

When he finally pulls away you’re quick to pull him back, holding him as close as humanly possible as you kiss him with all the fervour you can muster, hoping and praying he can taste the apology on your lips. But when it gets too much, and you need air, you pull away again. He looks at you, and you hold onto the fabric of his shirt tighter because this all feels like a dream.

“She isn’t you.” He murmurs, soft enough it could be carried away by the summer breeze.

“What?” you whisper back, as to not break the sacred quietness.

“She's. Not. You. None of them are, none of them could even dream of being you. They’re not funny like you, not gorgeous like you. They don’t know me like you do - Shit, I sound like a sap.”

You chuckle, “no, please do continue.”

He shoots you that heartstopping grin. “Oh, so you do like it when I flatter you?”

“Love it,” you answer, mirroring his grin.

His features soften for a second, and again, the apologies cascade from his lips. “I’m sorry, for being such an asshole. You deserve so much better than me, I’ve been the worst, and I didn’t mean to make you upset or jealous, I was just… nervous. God, you make me so nervous I do the dumbest shit.”

“I make you nervous?” You can’t help the disbelief in your voice.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He says, nothing but sincere. He smiles then, and that makes all of it worthwhile.

You don’t know for how long you manage to get lost in him, but when your thoughts begin to wander, you let the thoughts flow freely from your lips. “Remember when we were ten,” you say, recounting the memory that started this all, “we had snuck out to the beach. We got home so late that night, and we tried to sneak back in, but of course that never works with Susannah. She had said something like-”

“No more sneaking out for the both of you,” Jeremiah continues, “she said we’d had too much fun.”

“But we did it anyway.” You finish, dumbfounded that he remembers that at all. “How do you remember all these things?”

“Because it’s you.” He says it like it’s obvious by now. His pretty blue eyes don’t leave yours for even a second. “I don’t think I’ve loved anyone the way I love you.”

You look at him with that stellar smile he loves so much, but before he can speak, you’re interrupted by the familiar presence of the boy who played cupid.

Steven shakes his head, clear amusement in his eyes. "Finally,” he breathes out, as if it pained him to see the both of you dance around each other all summer. It probably did. His hands are wrapped around a cool glass, it’s empty. “I think this has been quite a night.”

You nod, blissful, turning to meet Jeremiah’s blue eyes. They speak volumes in themselves, a deep ocean blue that sparkles with some form of admiration, you can’t quite figure it out. “Let’s get outta here,” he says, pushing himself off the balcony floor as he extends a hand for you to take, which you do.

Maybe, this summer could be perfect after all.

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rhysdarbinizedarby · 7 months

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Our Flag Means Death season 2 shot a crucial scene in the Avatar 2 tank

A behind-the-scenes look at how Taika Waititi and Rhys Darby shot their big merman moment

[Warning: The below contains MAJOR spoilers for Our Flag Means Death, Season 2, Episodes 3]

Season 2 of David Jenkins’ pirate comedy-romance-drama Our Flag Means Death has finally premiered on Max, with an opening three-episode arc that’s guaranteed to get the series’ fandom buzzing. The third episode in particular ends with a sequence that feels like it was intentionally crafted to inspire the crowds of fan artists who have turned the series into an obsession. Polygon talked to the series’ VFX supervisor, David Van Dyke, about what went into shooting that sequence — and how James Cameron’s Avatar: The Way of Water helped out.

At the end of episode 3, Ed “Blackbeard” Teach (Taika Waititi) is in limbo after being assaulted and nearly killed by his crew. There, he meets his former captain Benjamin Hornigold (another of the series’ historical pirate characters, played by Mark Mitchinson), who tries to help him through his emotional crisis over being abandoned by Stede Bonnet (Rhys Darby). Except Hornigold mostly helps by pointing out Blackbeard’s failings, then tying a stone to his waist and throwing him off a cliff into the sea — where he sees a vision of Stede as a fish-tailed merman, coming to save him.

“Just so you know, Rhys and Taika did very well underwater,” Van Dyke told Polygon about shooting the scene. “Rhys is not an Olympic synchronized swimmer, but he’s a strong swimmer. They were both very comfortable underwater. They both did a really good job of being mermen.”

Van Dyke says he was originally asked whether he could do the scene with CG versions of the two men, for safety reasons. He explained that it was possible, “but that’ll cost millions and millions of dollars, and we don’t really have that.”

Instead, he ended up shooting the scene practically. Season 1 of Our Flag Means Death was shot on a soundstage in Los Angeles, but for season 2, production moved to New Zealand. That gave Van Dyke a lot of advantages in terms of shooting natural backdrops to use on the production’s giant virtual environment screen, and in using experienced crews from past special-effects-heavy productions, from Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movies to James Cameron’s Avatar movies.

“There were definitely a few pieces that were serendipitously to our advantage,” Van Dyke says. “New Zealand was where they shot a lot of Avatar stuff, and there just so happens to be an enormous tank on the lot. There are a bunch of Avatar crew who are SCUBA certified, because they’ve been shooting in that tank forever. This was not something we had to figure out — we didn’t have to send a bunch of grips and lighting technicians off to SCUBA school. So they were there, they had really amazing underwater photography teams, and obviously a really good stunt team that was able to train up Taika and Rhys to make sure the scene was working.”

Van Dyke points to New Zealand’s thriving mermaid freediving community as a boon when it came to designing Darby’s merman outfit. “There are a lot of incredible mer-tails out there,” he said. “We were able to take those, and [costume designer Gypsy Taylor] and her team brought them together to make these beautiful physical pieces, so Rhys was able to actually sell it and do the performance underwater.”

For Van Dyke, the sequence really started with the cliff-jump sequence, which actually used considerably more CG than the underwater shots. “That cliff sequence was a great culmination of effects, merging physical photography and our LED wall, because you can’t really put those two guys on a thousand-foot cliff,” he said. “The insurance alone would be out of control. Also, we’re not really in the business of having people fall to their deaths.”

The cliff sequence began with sequences shot off New Zealand’s Bethells Beach, using drones to capture images looking inward from the ocean and photogrammetry of a specific ledge for production designer Ra Vincent and the art department to reproduce in the studio.

“The wide shots use production plates of those cliffs, and the tighter shots use photography we shot specifically to build out the stitching of the cliff sequence,” Van Dyke said. “Hornigold and Blackbeard are standing on a cliff set. We tied in drone plates of the actual cliffs so we can see the ocean and really set up how terrifying [the drop would be]. Then he falls into the ocean, falls into our tank.”

Once Waititi was in the tank, the next step was the shot where the stone tied to a rope around his waist pulls him deep underwater. That part of the scene required more conventional, practical production trickery than the rest of the sequence.

“The tank is massive, but it’s not 300 feet deep. It’s pretty darn big, but it’s never big enough, as they say,” Van Dyke says. “So when Taika is being tugged by the rock, we actually shot that sideways. By turning the camera sideways, you get more length to the shot. The problem is the bubbles — they should be streaming off him and then rising to the surface, but if you’re going sideways, they’re going to come off him and then go up, perpendicular to him. So we took over with CG to make sure our bubbles were traveling toward where the surface was supposed to be.”

The CG in the underwater sequence was mostly used to hide the lighting and rigging necessary to shoot it, Van Dyke says. “Anytime you’re shooting anything underwater, there’s gonna be a lot of gear. There’s no way you can get around that. So we’re making sure we have [convincing deep-sea] lighting and the bubbles. And then there’s his performance — that’s a real performance.”

For Van Dyke, the real complication was the costuming and makeup for both Darby and Waititi. “Taika’s wig — I was amazed that thing stayed on so long. It’s a long shoot. He was shooting all day, all weekend. But things stayed on. It’s a heavy weight. And Rhys is really working underwater, so his tail has to be working, so it all feels seamless.”

The shot in the underwater sequence that seems most likely to be a CG creation has both men just floating deep in the sea, facing each other above a seemingly endless abyss. Again, Van Dyke says, he used very little CG for that shot, and it was mostly to hide the tank walls.

“In that case, we were not shooting sideways,” he said. “It’s essentially a locked shot. It was about getting them at the right depth underwater, and making sure the shafts of light above them were working properly. We don’t have to track as much, we don’t have all these moving elements, we don’t have to worry about where the bubbles are going. That one was really just about cleaning up the tank, doctoring out the sides of the shot, where we can see the water receding into blackness, then giving the base of the tank true depth, so it really feels like they’re suspended a hundred feet below the surface.

“Obviously, a fair amount of CGI and visual effects had to go into it. But at the same time, it was a moment where we really needed to let the story take over, and have the visual effects just get out of the way, man.”

The first three episodes of Our Flag Means Death season 2 are now streaming on Max.

Source: Polygon

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Title: What We Did In The Dark {1}****

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Language, 18+ Mature Content, NSFW, SMUT, No Glove Lovin’, Oral: Male & Female Receiving, DO NOT READ @ WORK/SCHOOL

Words: 6.7k

Summary: Neither of you planned any of it. You’d met by chance, and everything that happened after had to have been predestined. There was no way blazing passion like what was between you was something coincidental.

Note: I suspect this is going to be anywhere from 3-6 parts. Heck, it could be more depending on how it plays out during these writing sessions. Also, I had to add some pics so y'all could just see it and envision it. Breathtaking! Anyhoo, I hope you guys enjoy this.

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-Lewis-

"Wow!"

"What?"

He heard the question, but he was too entranced by the woman across the beach who was currently dancing around a raging bonfire that was surrounded by dozens of onlookers who were more than likely as entranced as he was. He followed your every move. When your arms raised to the sky, his eyes followed. When your head dropped back to gaze at the darkened sky, his eyes roamed to your face but thanks to the smoke from the fire he couldn't make out your features. When your hips circled then bounced like you'd spent your entire life in the motherland amongst the tribe tapping into every bit of your natural born sensuality, his jaw dropped.

"Fuck!”

He couldn't tell if you knew you were being watched or not because you looked so caught up with dancing and that blew his mind. You blew his mind. He couldn't put his finger on why, so he watched more. Before he knew it, he'd stalked closer and was just behind the expanding crowd. A woman approached you then joined you dancing, your movement syncing as if you'd practiced them but with the variations between your movements, he doubted you had. His eyes remained on you and as the words of the song faded and went to sporadic words…

"Go, Go gyal."

Once it finally reached just base beats, there was no way he could look away.

You dropped to the sand, then moved better than a desert sand snake. You commanded attention and demanded worship for the gift of you. You flung the handful of sand in the air and as it fell back to the earth it dusted across your skin sticking to the lite sheen already spread across you. God, you were beautiful. You were every goddess that had ever existed. Cleopatra, Bastet, Mami Wata, Yemoja, Menhit, you could have been all, shapeshifting with every move.

Suddenly, you looked out into the large crowd for the first time and locked eyes with him. Just like that, he felt like he'd taken a punch to the gut but there was no pain just breathlessness. You smirked and continued dancing all the while keeping your eyes on his. He felt like he was being summoned to you, unable to resist the call like a land siren. He almost found himself stepping forward, but he resisted and walked around the circle of bodies that surrounded him.

Every few steps, he passed behind a body which restricted his view but when he moved again your eyes were there again. Even if it was a sliver of space or a whole gap, your eyes found his and his yours. As the song drew to a close he finally noticed the 6 other women with you who all crept closer until your backs were pressed together in a circle.

You were now panting, your chest and torso rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern that the crowd took as an opportunity to join in and clap to. You dipped down like you were doing the limbo until each of you laid on the sand in a slight curve, knees bent, back and arms spread like you were offering yourself to the universe. That was when the song ended, and cheers erupted all around.

"Holy Shit," he muttered.

As everyone around him lost their shit in cheers, applause, and chants for another, you hugged the women with you and hid your face from the crowd as if you were suddenly embarrassed for the pure power you exhibited and the attention you demanded. A few people approached you no doubt trying to shoot their shot and while you looked to be flourishing under the attention, you also looked the complete opposite. He couldn't understand it one bit.

You made a move to walk off, but before you did your eyes found him in the crowd. For several seconds, you didn't move. There was something in the way you looked at him that made his skin prickle and tingle, something about the way your eyes held his that made his heart speed up and his throat tighten, something unexplainable, something foreign to him, something unnerving.

A small smirk spread across your lips, but it wasn't a cocky one, it was a smirk you gave someone to let them know that you knew something they didn't or you knew something they did but hadn't realized yet. This air of mystery surrounded you and he couldn't look away. He wanted to unravel every complex layer he knew you possessed until you were bare before him; until he saw every little bit of you. The stirring in him didn’t cease and even went so far as to invade his thoughts. He thought about letting you see him just as bare as he wanted to see you.

A hand on your shoulder drew your attention from him and it was like a spell being broken. He felt more like himself as the haze in his head broke apart. The longer you looked away the clearer he felt.

"What was that? What happened to you? One minute you're there, the next gone," Miles asked seemingly coming from nowhere.

Shaking his head, he breathed out, "I don't know man--the weirdest shit just happened, and I don’t know whether I'm going or coming now."

"Okay, all right, maybe--a drink or two? I know you don't like to usually but technically it's off-season."

Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. A drink sounded fucking amazing right now, God knew he felt tightly wound.

"Fuck it. Yeah."

"All right, my man!”

The next few hours passed with drink after drink in his hand and him and his boys partying like it was old times. It felt great to let loose without worrying about anything and while he was mostly there he had to admit he still could make out the color of your eyes when he closed his.

When everyone else had gone their own ways, Miles with a beauty who had legs for days, Andrew with a girl whose eyes rivaled the ocean, and Daniel with someone who remixed big booty Judy, he was alone at a secluded part of the beach watching the bioluminescent water lap at the shore. The beautiful azure glow really did the trick to make him feel like he was nothing but a tiny speck in a universe with so much that was unexplained.

He dropped back onto the sand and gazed into the swirl of purple and blue lights that decorated the sky and sighed. He really needed this break. Long minutes passed with him lost in the stars that seemed to glow brighter the longer he stared at them. Suddenly, he felt a slightly sharp pain in his side then came a scream.

"What the fuck!”

He'd said it but another voice echoed the same thing back at the same time. Darting up, he looked at the body that was face down in the sand. The bioluminescent water washed over them bathing their skin in the same blue hue. When they sat up and turned he looked into the same eyes of the woman from earlier.

No way, he began to think just as you spoke.

"No way."

A slow smile spread across his lips hearing his thoughts from your lips.

"I can't believe I actually fell for you," you added.

Seconds later the two of you busted out laughing. In the history of meet cutes, he guessed this was probably the best one yet.

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-Y/N-

How embarrassing you said to yourself as your laughter died down. You had no idea why you’d said that. It was the first thing that came to mind and in true you form, you’d said it. His hand touched yours pulling you upright and the sharpest zing of electricity coursed through your arm making dead impact right in your heart.

In a split second, you felt as if you'd run the New York Marathon at full speed with no hydration stops. Your palms were clammy and hot, and your armpits were unusually sticky. The effect was sudden but so powerful that you yanked your hand from his hoping it would stop. Surprisingly, he did the same.

You both sat there staring at the other with pure confusion etched on your features.

Glancing at your hand, you wondered what the hell that was. Never in your many years of living had you experienced that. You'd heard stories about sparks flying upon first meeting or touching, but you had always chalked it up to lies and exaggeration. Was it though?

"Are you hurt?"

"Uh--um...no. Well yes, my pride is definitely hurt. Other than that I'm ok.

"Blame it on me. I was inconsiderately lying in the middle of the beach in pitch black night."

You knew what he was trying to do, and you appreciated it. "You're right. It is your fault."

Again the two of you laughed together. You continued dusting off the wet glowing sand on your body but most of it wouldn't budge.

"Looks like I am meant to be a blue strobe light for the rest of the night."

"It looks good on you. Makes you look as magical as you are."

You glanced at him, meeting his eyes. For a few seconds, he held your gaze then cringed.

"Oh god, I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Oh yes, you did."

He rubbed the back of his neck and stared out at the glowing blue shore. The expression on his face was a pained one. Amusement filled you then. He was embarrassed.

"So you think I'm magical huh."

"Oh god. How embarrassing. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Sorry."

"Don't be. Girls like compliments, they are an easy method to drop inhibitions."

He snorted then. "So your inhibitions are dropped now?"

You looked further past the shore to the inky blackness of the ocean. The only light on it was from the glittering moon.

"I think I'll need several more compliments before that happens."

Peeping to him, you saw a wide smile on his face. He was even more handsome than his pictures.

"I'm Lewis," he said holding out his hand to you.

"Y/N."

You shook hands and again that same electric current rushed through you. This one zinged south making you clench your thighs together. Stifling a small moan, it came out as a low hum as you looked from him back to the water.

The two of you sat quietly for several minutes. You didn't know what to say. Now you were conscious of the fact that he was practically this hot stranger whom you had just face-planted in front of. He may have been embarrassed about his comment, but you were mortified for that to be your first meeting. Taking a peek at him, you noted his brows were drawn together as if he were thinking deeply about something. Every few seconds his eyes rolled then he squinted only to do it again. You wanted to know what he was thinking but didn't want to pry.

The tide came in again and with it a bottle. Recollection hit you and in the same instant, you reached for the bottle. Once it was in hand, you held it up like a trophy.

"Ha. What's mine will always find its way to me."

You uncorked the bottle of dark rum that you had been carrying before you tripped, then brought it to your lips. After taking two dainty gulps you sucked in a breath to cool your tastebuds. That was when you felt his eyes on you. Sure enough, when you looked his eyes were glued to your mouth which had your outstretched tongue lolling from it.

"Sorry. I should have offered first."

You raised the bottle to him and watched as he looked at it with doubt, then back to you then finally your mouth.

"I swear I brush my teeth 3 times a day, have never had any venereal diseases including mono and herps and I am 1,000% clean. This temple has not received visitors in 11 months at least, it’s probably closer to almost 2 years but neither here nor there, still a really long time," you blurted out.

As soon as the words left your lips you regretted them and when you saw his brows raise in surprised interest, you wanted to burrow like a crab. Doing your best, you tried to shrink but physics didn’t work that way so you turned and began raising the bottle back to your head but before it met your lips, Lewis had pulled it from your grasp and brought it to his and you watched him take not one or two but 3 gulps of the dark rum.

He wasn’t looking at you, he was staring out to the water again making it impossible to read his eyes. Naturally, you wondered why he had changed up so quickly. Truth be told, if some stranger offered me a drink from a bottle they just put their mouth on, you would have flat-out refused. Why hadn’t he?

When he looked back at you, what you thought you saw in his eyes made your mouth run dry. Was that attraction? Desire?

~~~~~~

4 hours later the rum was done and the two of you were lying on the beach in the same spot staring up at the breathtaking canvas mother nature created. As the waves gently crashed against your ankles the vibe between you was one of relaxation. Every so often the waves rushed past your ankles and wrapped around your bodies gently tugging you to the water. Neither of you cared.

Over the last 4 hours, you’d talked about everything you could possibly think of. You told him how you came to travel the world and become an influencer from it. You then watched him laugh when you confessed it was pure happenstance. Next, he proceeded to search some of your videos to prove you wrong then laid it on pretty thick when he praised how you grew a travel hobby into a job and then a career that had millions of followers and now had you collaborating with multiple travel and tourism offices around the world to show their country to the world while being paid for it.

When you revealed some of the pretty cool ventures coming up for you including the opportunity to curate your own line of bikini and vacation wear he genuinely looked impressed. The hype up from him was better than any hype man. It felt good to be talked about this like. It could have been something you easily got used to, but only if it came from him. Thanks to his shouting your name into the darkness praising what a badass you were you were sure everyone within a 7-mile radius knew your name.

It was so easy to talk to him, so easy to tell him everything you’d kept to yourself over the last few weeks that you found yourself doing just that.

"You’re too amazing to be single for almost 2 years," he blurted out.

You snorted. "I am not amazing. You only think that because you don't know me, and you have had the strongest dark rum in Mauritius which I hear is no fucking joke."

He smiled then and your belly flipped. He truly was gorgeous.

"Naw, that’s not it. We’ve lied here for almost 4 hours and talked and talked, I think I know you."

You rolled onto your side propping your head up with your hand. His eyes roamed over your body for a split second before returning to your eyes.

"Tell me what you think you know then."

Lewis studied you in silence for several moments before he too rolled to his side and mirrored your positioning.

"You're a loving and kind daughter, a giving and supportive sister, an honest, reliable, and loyal friend, a fun and fair aunt who always sneaks in ice cream, cake, and candy, and a passionate, thoughtful, alluring, compassionate, dedicated and sincere girlfriend. You are always there for those you love giving and giving even when you have nothing left to give. You offer comfort, warmth, and light to those you are around. You laugh with everything you have; you tell it like it is, you keep people at a distance until you are comfortable with them then show them all the wonderful sides of yourself which they easily get addicted to."

Your smile had now faded as you listened to him describe you to a T.

"You're--," Lewis began again this time his voice lower and much deeper than before. "You're--beautiful, like really, really beautiful, and effortlessly sexy. Like, I’ve seen women force it either by how they dress or behave or even talk. You haven’t done any of that and still, I find you sexy. You’re--."

Lewis paused and he looked like he was debating his next words and even if you wanted to change the subject you couldn’t. There was something about hearing his words on how he saw you that made you want to hear more.

Lewis released a harsh breath and the scent of the rum brushed against your face. "You're a captivating and tempting mindfuck."

Your eyes bugged then you snorted. Dropping onto your back, again you laughed loudly for several long moments.

"Wow. A mindfuck."

“A mindfuck,” Lewis repeated lowly.

You had no idea what to make of that, no idea what he meant by it, and you were so tempted to press further for him to clarify but you had to stop yourself because he could either say the right thing and you’d pounce him or he’d completely fuck it up and ruin the entire vibe. Deciding to let it go, you darted back up then stood. "I think there is no better time for a swim."

You began undoing your romper and instantly Lewis' eyes dropped to your hands. He watched as you undid the buttons never taking his eyes off of you. Only when the buttons were completely undone did he look away.

"Ehm. I’m sorry."

You scoffed. "No worries. Apparently, I’ve fucked your mind.”

His eyes met yours.

“You can’t be held accountable for your actions...or inactions."

Lewis’ brow flicked upward, and you suspected he’d grasped your meaning. You peeled off the romper revealing your bathing suit underneath. Once you’d kicked yourself free from the material, you turned and walked to the ocean. "Feel free to come with, there is nothing quite like swimming with bioluminescent algae."

Jumping into an incoming wave, you giggled and allowed the tide to pull you back out to sea. The waters were far from rough, and you were glad for it, nothing would suck more than getting pulled under and embarrassing yourself further. As you played in the water it glowed intensely. You knew the more the algae was bothered the brighter it would glow.

“What’re you doing?”

“Watch.”

You went berserk in the water sending water everywhere and probably attracting a shark in the process, but you knew the risk would produce a breathtaking result. Then you stood perfectly still as the algae did the rest of the work. Sure enough, the immediate area around your body glowed almost unrealistically. Smiling you looked up and found Lewis right at the shore. He was now shirtless with the water reaching to just above his knee. His jaw was slightly ajar, and his eyes glued to you.

His lips moved but you didn’t hear the words that came, instead, you smiled wider, then spun around.

“I know, I’m magical.”

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-Lewis-

“Oh fuck!”

He thought it, then said it, and holy shit he felt it. This had to be the effects of the dark rum. He’d never had such a strong reaction to a woman before. He’d never recklessly lose himself in someone. His body inched forward bringing him deeper into the water, closer to you, and further under your spell. If you looked hypnotizing before with the blue hue coating your skin you looked spellbinding surrounded by it. The algae glowed so powerfully that it looked like it was you who was glowing.

Fuck you were beautiful, and his body reacted to it like he was a teenage boy rather than a grown ass man. Once he was in front of you he reached for you, clasping your hands in his. Suddenly, you sucked in a breath, and he wondered if you too felt like you’d stuck your finger into an electrical socket. He watched you sink your top teeth into your bottom lip, and it was then he made up his mind to taste those lips before the sun came up. He had to at this point.

He then felt your feet on his torso pushing him back before you giggled and swam away.

“Not it!”

He scoffed then swam after you. Every time he got close you evaded his touch even going as far as to dip under the water. Thanks to the algae he could perfectly make you out and you looked to be having the time of your life. When he caught your ankle he pulled you back trapping you in his arms before you escaped. The process went back and forth. When he caught you, it was your turn to get him and after several rounds, he found himself more relaxed than he’d been in a long time.

After filling your lungs with air, the two of you floated under the surface staring at each other. You had a smirk on your lips that was just like the one you’d worn when you danced at the bonfire. You turned away from him then swam off and in an instant he was swimming beside you.

As you pointed out something to him on the ocean floor, he clocked a school of fish headed right for you. Reaching for you, he pulled you into him keeping your face hidden on his chest. As the fish of at least 50 swam around you brushing against the two of you in the process, he kept you close, protecting you. You looked up at him holding him captive with nothing but your stare.

What fucking Disney storybook did he get trapped in for this to be a real moment right now, he wondered. The draw to you was so powerful he could tell you felt it too. You pointed to the surface, and he nodded his agreement before flitting upward. He was the first to emerge but seconds later you followed and as you did your eyes were open and hooded.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

You both spoke at the same time then a nervous laugh escaped you both but neither of you took your eyes off of the other. When the laughter died down, the silence stretched until he brought his hand to your cheek. Slowly, he slid his thumb across your cheekbone then lower to your bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for hours. Hell, I think I’ve wanted it since I first saw you between the flames of that bonfire. Can I?”

Your nod was slow, as if you were deciding as you gave him the okay. He waited a few moments for you to change your mind then closed the space between you pulling you against his body. You gasped softly and that one simple thing set him off. When his lips pressed to yours, the same electric sensation washed over him and every intention to go slow went right out the metaphorical window.

“Mmm.”

He felt your legs wrap around his waist and it was an absolute fucking wrap. In nothing but one second, the kiss went from an introduction between you to something much more sensual, something much more familiar. He moaned from the intense rush of chills through his system from the sensation of your nails raking across his back. It was then he nearly pulled your bathing suit bottoms to the side and found out just how much of him you could take. Instead, he kissed you more intently swirling his tongue with yours while his hands slowly roamed down to cup your ass.

“Mmm,” you groaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

At that moment, the kiss became frenzied. You both were trying to take everything from this simple act. Trailing kisses from your lips down your jaw and to your neck he licked, nibbled, and sucked your skin. With each action, you moaned louder. When you rolled your head back to give him more access he pressed you more firmly against himself increasing the electric current between you.

“Fuck,” you croaked.

It was then he knew you had to feel it too. When his eyes met yours he saw the truth in your eyes. You felt everything he was feeling. Biting your bottom lip, you drew his attention there and before he could react you crashed your lips back to his. As you kissed him, he allowed you to take control and when you did, dear God was he close to just cumming right then.

Turning, he made his way back to the shore never breaking the kiss or the contact your bodies had. Your hand slipped between your bodies and then cupped his already rock-hard need. That was it. All thought or thinking power evaporated and he lowered you to the sand. When he felt water lap at your back it barely registered that he hadn’t made it completely to shore. When he began to rise again, you stopped him.

“No. Now!

He recognized the same desperation for a release as he currently felt. You lowered your hand to the elastic waist of his shorts and tugged them emphasizing what you meant.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded without missing a beat. He crushed you with another searing kiss as you spread your thighs so he could hover over you. All around you, the bioluminescent algae lit up framing you with glowing sapphire bulbs. As he kissed you, he loosened the tie of your bathing suit top, then pulled back to watch it fall away.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he said before he grasped them.

Rolling the bud of your nipple between his thumb and forefinger he devoured your neck. You moaned his name as you writhed underneath him. When his lips finally wrapped around your nipple, you shrieked into the night then hugged his head to your breast. The slight saltiness of your skin played well with what he swore was vanilla and brown sugar. You tasted amazing.

“Uuugh, Lewis!”

He moaned his response and trailed his lips down the center of your body. He wanted to be inside of you but he wanted to taste you even more. When he reached your pelvis, he pulled the string that was the only thing keeping your core from him. As another wave came in and washed over your body it pushed the fabric from your pubis giving him the first sight of you. He couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath, you were beyond beautiful. Dropping a kiss to your pelvis, he trailed them right between your thighs.

The first taste of you nearly pushed him right over the edge and from that first taste, it was like he was a parched man who hadn’t had a drop of water in days. Only you tasted better than water, better than candy, better than anything he’d had in a long time. When he sucked your clit into his mouth, you gasped, clamped your thighs around his head, and arched off the sand. Bringing his hands under your ass, he held you in the air and sucked your flesh more intently.

“Aah!”

After a few moments, your thighs relaxed giving him more freedom and he used it to flick his tongue against your clit. That move brought your hands to his head and soon you were bucking against his mouth, using him as you saw fit while you chased your pleasure. Your eyes locked as you did it and it was at this moment he knew once would never be enough. He’d wanted you bare before him earlier and now he wanted much, much more. He wanted you crippled with pleasure underneath and on top of him. He vowed to make it so.

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-Y/N-

“You were born to eat this pussy!”

You knew if he kept this up you were going to cum and you doubted once would be enough. He must have heard your thoughts because he held your core more firmly against his mouth and swirled his tongue around your clit in the most toe-curling way that your body shook.

“Fuuuck!”

He moaned against you then pulled back just a little and that was when you felt him slide his tongue inside of you.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Again Lewis moaned and quickly delved his tongue in and out of you as his thumb flicked your clit. Your eyes rolled backward and that was when you lost control of your body and came right on his mouth

“Aaaah!”

To your surprise, you watched as your juices squirted wetting his mustache and beard. That only made him suck your clit harder and that in turn made you cum again.

“Fuck, Lewis! Fuck me!”

Decorum? You didn’t know her. Denial? Y’all were currently separated through irreconcilable differences. All that you wanted was to feel him inside of you. Lewis lowered you then licked his lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and you couldn’t wait any longer. Never had you ever wanted someone this badly. Never had you reacted to someone as powerful as this.

Lewis stood then peeled off his shorts and took your breath away. You gaped at the sight of him standing fully naked before you. Holy shit, you thought as your eyes took in every toned muscle. When your eyes dropped to the intimidating mass poking straight out you gulped. He was easily bigger than any you’d ever encountered before. Doubt filled you for a second, but it was quickly quashed by the sheer power of your desire.

Springing up, you braced on your knees then gripped then stroked him. Lewis groaned as he watched you. Your hand barely fit around him, and that fact had your brain staggering to fully comprehend just what you’d gotten yourself into. You didn’t lament too long, instead, you wrapped your mouth around him sliding lower bit by bit. When you felt him just at the back of your mouth right at your tonsils you moaned and then took a breath before continuing.

Lewis’ wide eyes said he hadn’t expected it and the feel of your throat had him dropping his head backward.

“Uuugh, fuck, Y/N.”

Hearing your name come out of his mouth because of the pleasure you were giving him filled you with confidence and that was when you picked up your speed. As you pulled back you swirled your tongue around his length then plunged him deeper into your mouth. When he was at the back of your throat, Lewis wrapped his hand behind your head and held you there.

“Aaaaah!”

It took everything in you to suppress your gag but you held on as long as you could. When a tiny one escaped you, Lewis released you pulling himself free from your mouth. A long thick line of saliva stretched between you as your eyes locked.

“You look good with this cock down your throat.”

“Mmm.”

That was all you needed to hear to put him right back in. This time you didn’t go slow, you didn’t tease him, or take your time, you bobbed on him with dedication daring him to not cum. With every delve into your mouth, Lewis groaned, and with every groan you moaned on him.

“Fuck, magical just as I thought.”

You took him deep then shook your head. As soon as you did it, Lewis pulled back, then hovered over you as you lay back. Once he was kneeling between your legs, he rubbed himself against your wetness nudging your clit with every swipe upward.

“Mm, fuck me, Lewis.”

You gripped your breasts and spread wide for him. When you felt him push forward your jaw dropped from the stretch. Slowly he filled you, sinking deeper and deeper into your heat while you gasped like a fish out of water. Both of you stared between your thighs watching as he sunk deeper and deeper. Before he’d made it all the way your hand rested at his hip. With that, Lewis pulled back and then plunged back in.

“Aaaaah! How are you so fucking tight!?”

He gripped your hips, changing the angle then pressed forward more.

“Can you take it all like a good girl?”

Either that or you’ll die trying, you thought to yourself before you nodded to him. Lewis continued sinking into your depths until he’d bottomed out. Both of you exclaimed at the same time as intense pleasure washed over you.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum,” Lewis hissed out.

You planted your feet into the sand and raised up then circled your hips, the action made him gasp as he gaped at you. “Who the fuck are you?”

Smiling, you continued circling your hips until Lewis took over and began sliding in and out of you. What began slowly became more hurried with every circle of your hips. When he pressed your thighs apart and to the sand he hovered over you fucking you steadily but slowly. With each thrust, you arched backward getting lost in how good he felt. With each thrust, he grunted your name and with each thrust, you shook.

Before you could get used to the feel of him this way, Lewis pulled out, then sank back on his shins.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said swiping his fingers through your folds.

You arched back and rocked your hips back and forth using his fingers as you massaged your breasts.

“I don’t think I’m gonna get enough of you.”

You smirked and watched as he stroked himself. “Come here, put that pussy on me, girl.”

Did you need to be told twice? Nope!

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-Lewis-

As you stood in front of him, he looked over every inch of you and fell deeper under your spell. Every inch of you was perfect, every slope, dip, swell, and curve. He slowed his strokes though it was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside of you that the universe would get the hint and leave you that way. When you turned around and bent over, he nearly pounced on you like the wild rabid animal he felt like. Dropping a heavy hand across your ass, you yelped and he watched as it shook.

“What a fucking view, Y/N!”

“Like it?”

“Fuck yeah I do.”

You turned to him then and slowly came closer. When you were a hair’s length again he tipped his tongue out and licked across your clit. You stood there moaning while he quickly got lost. When you bucked your hips swiping your pussy across his lips, he moaned then grabbed your ass.

“Mmm, ride this tongue, Y/N. Show me how bad you want me.”

You were a dream. Not only did you react to his touch in a way no one had before, but you also obeyed him so easily. He could tell there was something hidden, laying in wait just under the surface, something that probably matched his deepest desires. You rocked your hips back and forth sending your wet pussy across not only his lips but his nose. You moaned, gasped, and whimpered with every move. As he watched you take what you wanted from him, he could feel himself inching closer and closer to his own release. Who the fuck was this woman to have him like this?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

He moaned his approval and almost instantly your hips sped, it was then he began sucking your flesh.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! Right there!”

He held you in place and doubled down as you became the most beautiful you’d ever been. When you lowered yourself over his lap, you were dripping wet, matching his own leaking appendage. The first feel of you sliding down his length, had him gritting his teeth, pleading with himself to not cum. Every inch you took, the lower he dipped into the well of insanity that was steadily trying to pull him under. When he filled you to the hilt, you arched backward jutting your breasts in his face. Taking advantage of the moment, he sucked your nipple into his mouth and teased your body.

When you began rocking on him every hair on his body stood on ends. Fuck you felt so good, too good. In no time you were bouncing on him rising up, dropping down, then griding your hips.

“Uugh, yes. Fuck me, Y/N!”

And that was what you did. He rested back on his hands and watched as you rode him. Every little trick you incorporated had him salivating to take control from you and plow you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. Still, he held himself back and watched you, a show that was becoming a favorite of his. You angled backward changing the angle and your speed sending an all-telling shiver through him.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Y/N!”

“Cum for me. Show me how good this pussy feels, show me how bad you want me, show me how much I own this dick. Cum for me Lewis!”

“Shit!”

Gripping your hips, he moved you on him more rapidly. Every time you came down he pumped up into you making your breasts swing until they gently slapped his mouth. Catching a pert nipple between his teeth, he applied slight pressure.

“Oh god, I’m cumming, Lewis!”

Shit, he was right there with you, and he could tell it was going to be one for the record books. With every slam into you, he squeezed your hips trying to keep himself tethered to Earth because he quickly felt himself fading.

“Aah, ah, ah, shit!”

You bucked forward once, then twice and that was it. An overwhelming need to possess you took over, making him grasp your neck. Holding you in place, he erupted filling you so completely and perfectly. You whimpered and screeched each time he tried to burrow deeper inside of you. As he released spurt after spurt inside of you he should have softened but after his 6th spurt, he was still solid as granite.

“Fuck!”

Flipping you onto your back, he spread you wide and continued plowing into you with reckless abandon. He chased his second release while watching your body writhe underneath him. He felt like a madman; like he had no control over himself. It was a real fear of his, one he worked overtime to prevent but right now, with you he felt himself lose that control. You didn’t look to have noticed that he was a completely different person now and for a moment he got distracted watching you as your pleasure held you hostage.

Again, his release crept up on him and after he’d filled you for a second time he dropped onto his back still hard. What the fuck was happening!?

“Mmm,” you said rolling to your side to cuddle close to him.

“I—I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“For what? This?”

You grasped his length and stroked. “Don’t be. Just means more fun for me.”

His eyes locked on yours surprise filling him. You smirked, leaned forward kissed him once then bit down on his bottom lip before disappearing between his legs. When he felt your mouth around him he groaned huskily from the confirmation that what lay in wait within you just under the surface was indeed a match to his deep dark desires. You bobbed on his engorged need, moaning the entire time as if he tasted like candy and sugarcane. His brain blanked for a moment at the realization that he wanted more than he should, a lot more. When his eyes found the sky again, he took in the streaks of pink amongst the black background and had one final thought as he felt yet another orgasm tightening his balls, he knew this—whatever it was, was far from over.

To be Continued...

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&. 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( inspired from the pun book from the last of us, here are some dialogue prompts of various puns. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ for a fungi to grow you must give it as mushroom as possible. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter how much you push the envelope. it'll still be stationary. ❜

❛ what did the mermaid wear to her math class? an algae bra. ❜

❛ people are making apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow. ❜

❛ why did the scarecrow get an award? he was outstanding in his field. ❜

❛ what did the triangle say to the circle? you're so pointless. ❜

❛ a book just fell on my head, i only have my shelf to blame. ❜

❛ i tried to catch some fog earlier. i mist. ❜

❛ i stayed up all night wondering where the sun went. then it dawned on me. ❜

❛ diarrhea is hereditary... it runs in your genes. ❜

❛ what did the green grape say to the purple grape? breathe, you idiot! ❜

❛ i'm reading a book on anti-gravity, and it's impossible to put down. ❜

❛ what is a pirate's favorite letter? tis' the c. ❜

❛ i wasn’t originally going to get a brain transplant, but then i changed my mind. ❜

❛ what washes up on tiny beaches? microwaves. ❜

❛ why are frogs so happy? they eat whatever bugs them. ❜

❛ i don't trust trees. they're shady. ❜

❛ i was going to tell you a pizza joke, but it's too cheesy. ❜

❛ i want to be cremated as it is my last hope for a smoking hot body. ❜

❛ there’s a new type of broom out. it’s sweeping the nation. ❜

❛ did you hear about the man who lost his left side? he’s all right now. ❜

❛ what do you call a bee that can't make up its mind? a maybe. ❜

❛ i tried to make a belt out of watches. it was a waist of time. ❜

❛ i got fired from the calendar factory, just for taking a day off. ❜

❛ did you hear about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda? he was lucky it was a soft drink. ❜

❛ tequila may not fix your life but its worth a shot. ❜

❛ why are there fences around cemeteries? because people are dying to get in! ❜

❛ thanks for explaining the word 'many' to me, it means alot. ❜

❛ i once ate a watch. it was time consuming. ❜

❛ why are teddy bears never hungry? they are always stuffed! ❜

❛ i don’t trust stairs because they’re always up to something. ❜

❛ never trust an atom, they make up everything! ❜

❛ i couldn't figure out how to put my seatbelt on, but then it clicked. ❜

❛ how do construction workers party? they raise the roof. ❜

❛ what do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? a thesaurus. ❜

❛ when a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds. ❜

❛ i made a pun about the wind but it blows. ❜

❛ it's hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs because they always take things literally. ❜

❛ what did the ocean say to the beach? nothing, it just waved. ❜

❛ i have a joke about chemistry, but i don't think it will get a reaction. ❜

❛ i'm on a seafood diet. i see food and i eat it. ❜

❛ why did the restaurant on the moon get bad reviews? it has no atmosphere.❜

❛ how do you organize a space party? you planet. ❜

❛ i once heard a joke about amnesia... but i forget how it goes. ❜

❛ the frustrated cannibal threw up his hands. ❜

❛ it takes guts to be an organ donor. ❜

❛ why is the mushroom always invited to parties? he's a fungi. ❜

❛ a guy walks into a bar... he was disqualified from the limbo contest. ❜

❛ jokes with punch lines can be painfully funny. ❜

❛ so what if i don’t know what apocalypse means? it’s not the end of the world! ❜

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percervall · 3 months

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Mamma mia, here I go again

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of worries surrounding motherhood Word count: 1375 Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @hiireadstuff @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @vellicora @ystrolllll

Epilogue to the Mamma Mia series

One year later

To say the past year has been a whirlwind would be an understatement. It’s the final race of the season and for once you’re not working. It’s odd, being in your own garage without having your trusty iPad in your hands with the latest data sets. You’d be lying if you said that you don't feel a little lost, almost in limbo between the two worlds of motherhood and your career. Lewis comes up to you, smiling when he sees you fiddling with your jewellery.

“Feels wrong, huh?” he asks.

“Not wrong, just-.. Just weird. Being here as a WAG will take some getting used to for sure,” you reply. Lewis takes your hand, pulling you closer so he can give you a kiss.

“For what it’s worth, I love having you here, whether that’s as a data engineer or as my fiancée.” You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up at that. During the summer break Kevin, Lewis, and Mark surprised you with a trip to Sanremo. They had thought of everything; they even invited the nanny who had been there since the moment you had given birth to take care of the baby for an evening so the four of you could go for dinner followed by a walk on the beach. And there, as the sun began to set, the three of them went down on one knee and asked you to marry them.

“Can’t wait to get married next year,” you whisper, looking down at Lewis’ thumb brushing against the gold band that held three small diamonds: one for each of them.

“Neither can I,” comes a voice from your left. Looking up, you see Mark smiling at you, the baby carrier strapped to his chest. He leans down to give you a quick kiss, which you happily accept even if there’s plenty of cameras pointed at the three of you.

“This little lady wanted to give her daddy a good luck kiss,” Mark says, his words being followed up by a giggle from your 7-month-old daughter as she kicks her little legs. For someone who’s never been to an F1 race, she is enjoying all the attention she’s getting for sure.

“Is that so?” Lewis coos at her, quickly undoing some of the straps so he can lift her up. The little girl happily goes with her dad, babbling away, much to the amusement of the engineers. Lewis kisses her little face all over, making her laugh. Despite them all reassuring you it didn’t matter to them who the baby’s biological father is, you were still worried they wouldn’t bond with her. Your concerns couldn’t have been further from the truth; little baby Mercedes, as fans had dubbed her, has all three men wrapped around her little finger.

“Have you been to Haas yet?” you ask Mark as Lewis straps your daughter back into the carrier. You quickly learnt that she loves being carried, strapped safely to the chest of her favourite people.

“No, came here first. Wanna come with?” Mark asks. You nod, giving Lewis another kiss before taking Mark’s hand to go over to the Haas garage. Kevin is quick to spot the three of you, giving you a kiss.

“Agnes wanted to give her far a good luck kiss,” Mark says, accepting the side hug from Kevin.

“I will always accept those,” Kevin says with a smile so tender it makes you fall in love with him all over again as he, too, lifts your daughter out of her carrier. Agnes happily lets him, giggling when Kevin tickles her. From the moment she was born, it became pretty clear whose genes the girl had inherited with her blond hair, and so it made sense to go with a Danish name for her. That was the deal: whoever’s DNA won got to pick a name.

Leaning into Mark’s body, you watch Kevin and Agnes as they make their way around the garage. After last year’s ordeal with Gene, you’re still not entirely comfortable standing here but you’d do anything to support your partners. Kevin gets the signal that it’s time to go for warm up and he brings Agnes over, the girl reaching out for you, and tucking her face into your chest when you settle her on your hip. Kevin gives his daughter a final smooch before leaning over to give you a kiss.

“Love you. Be safe,” you murmur. Kevin smiles, giving you one final kiss before following his trainer outside. Mark takes your hand once more and you make your way into the paddock.

“Are you on commentary today?” you ask as you spot the Sky camera people getting ready for Martin’s grid walk.

“No, just the post race interviews. We have all the time in the world, sweetheart.” You’re quiet for a moment, taking in the hustle and bustle that happens during a race weekend. Something has been gnawing at you from the moment you entered the paddock this morning, when you realised just how much you missed work.

“Do you-.. Do you think I’m a bad mum for wanting to go back to work, for looking forward to it?” you ask quietly.

“I think this is a conversation we need to have with all four of us, but no, I think it’ll make you an even better mum. You’re showing our daughter that she can become whoever she wants to be,” Mark says, quick to shut down your worries. You give his hand a grateful squeeze as you walk back to the Mercedes garage.

“There she is!” you hear from behind you. Unable to stop the laugh that’s bubbling up, both of you turn around to see Oscar jogging over, half in his race suit already. He has truly become almost like a son to you, and in turn, a big brother to Agnes. Your daughter loves her dads, but Oscar is her favourite person besides her uncle Mick. Because of Mark being his manager, Oscar comes over quite a bit during the season and even stayed at your place during the Monaco Grand Prix.

Agnes squeals when she spots the Australian driver, kicking her little legs and she makes grabby hands.

“Hey Roo,” Oscar says softly, brushing her cheek with his finger. Agnes babbles happily, leaning forward so Oscar really doesn’t have a choice but to pick her up.

“Can I show her the car?” he asks you, and you can’t help but feel touched at his enthusiasm.

“She’s 7 months, mate,” Mark comments.

“Please? I got her a pair of ear defenders and I will hold her the whole time,” Oscar pleads.

“Alright then,” you give in, chuckling as he beams at the both of you before heading into the McLaren garage.

“Come on, Roo. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll show me your F1 car,” you hear Oscar murmur to your daughter as you follow him to the garage. Leaning against Mark, you watch Oscar and Lando fuss over Agnes as they show her around. You can tell your baby is getting sleepy when she sucks her thumb into her mouth, leaning against Oscar’s chest. Mark waves the Aussie driver over and makes quick work of strapping her back into the carrier, facing him this time around. Within seconds she’s out like a light despite the noise and chaos around her. Agnes will happily spend her entire nap there, snuggled safely against her dad. You quickly wish Oscar good luck with his race, making him promise that he’ll come over for dinner in the new year, before heading back to Mercedes. If anyone had told you two years ago you would find yourself in this position, with a baby and so many people in her life to love her and you, you would have called them crazy. And yet here you are, engaged to three Formula 1 drivers with the most perfect daughter and a semi-adoptive son. All those years you spent keeping people at bay and now you have managed to create a village for your little girl to thrive and be so incredibly loved by all her dads and uncles. And seeing that heals a part of you that you never thought would heal.

It only felt right for Kevin to be the biological dad, not that it matters in the grand scheme of things, but the poor man has been through the wringer. This was also written before shit hit the fan and I am choosing to ignore it in this fic, at least for now.

When I shared this dream with my two besties over discord, I had no idea it would end up snowballing into 16k worth of fic, but it has been so much fun plotting and exploring these characters.

I want to thank everyone who participated in the many polls, you helped mould this fic. There's a few people in particular I'd like to thank: @emilielfc and @curiousthyme, this fic would not exist without both of you, thank you for listening to me plan the whole thing over discord. And once it became clear this would be an f1 fanfic, @szobosz also got subjected to me needing to think out loud, so thanks for listening to me ramble babe. @seafoampearlygirl your knowledge on Mark Webber has been invaluable in the writing of this fic, so thank you again for taking the time to write an entire post on it. @monzamash and @monzabee, girls your unwavering support every time I second guessed this fic means more to me than I could ever put into words

The fic might be finished, but I love these characters too much to give up on them. If there's a specific scene that you'd like to see, please feel free to drop it in my ask

#f1 fanfic #kevin magnussen x you #kevin magnussen x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #mark webber x you #mark webber x reader #mamma mia fic

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