#Also some glue here and there

[magixfairyix]

Anyone else used to eat that weird birdseed that looked like multicoloured couscous?

[dapper-lil-arts]

Darlings. is it gay when the phantom you created as a manifestation of your dreadfull loneliness takes the form of one of your closest friends.

Fanart of this pretty good horror rarijack fanfic, "The haunting of carroussel boutique" personaly i am surprised the writer didnt take the chance to point out how fucking funny this is. Me n kim started laughing about it during stream and i just had to draw this

[astragatwo]

Limbus cat doodle dump I've accumulated over the last few weeks 🐈

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent life photos

[liebelesbe]

mom told me I'm tolerating the nicotine patch so well bc I come from a long line of chain smokers 😇

[themoonneedslegs]

I love having friends so much

especially on this stupid blogging platform

where else can I see seven separate fungry hoes followed by one bachelor pathologic and like. Bakugos.

and then eels. Because my wife

[xviruserrorx]

I've been weaving little fruit charms all day and the loops to attach them to the bracelets kept looking weird and I couldn't figure out what was going wrong and I just figured out I was missing one square knot 🫠

[callia-evergreen]

god i really want to get back into making cosplay/costume stuff but everything sounds overwhelming i dont even know how to articulate why its just. i havent actually done it very much and its hard

i usually get my mom to help me figure out how to do this stuff but its like. she has a full time job and even less of a clue than i do at making this kind of stuff. (other than sewing which she has mostly just made clothes)

id love to try to figure out how to do this stuff on my own or maybe find some people to actually help or at least to takl about it with or SOMETTHING but theres like. not really a community locally and im betting that even if there were regular meetups id do a horrible job of actually showing up if it wasnt something mandatory like school

i feel like im always overestimating how much i can do and how well i can do it and so even when i make something cool its still sorta frustrating.. and mostly its just so much work and then i get relatively little use out of it too

i dunno i have several projects i still need to finish and many many more that ive never started. lol. but i still feel like maybe it would be cool to try to do something. i feel like i want to make some dragonish type thing like horns or tail or something but i feel like i dont know where to start. maybe horns would be more doable cause tail seems like it would need a whole fuckin thing underneath to stay on, and apparently people just use headbands for horns? ive only ever made small forehead horns but big ones would be cool maybe but they seem difficult to balance and have them stay on

sorry this is probably hard to read but i just need to type this shit out somehwere to actually think about it i guess. screaming into the void or whatever with the small chance that someone might actually see it and maybe be able to offer some advice i dunno.

i know theres templates online for some of this stuff but it would be nice to be able to figure it out myself too. to be able to make stuff in more specific and different shapes and stuff

[astralpenguin]

yes the notebook i just made that's intended as a christmas present for my brother is objectively kinda shitty and the back cover doesn't fully line up properly but fuck it! fuck it!!! he's not gonna care and is probably just gonna be like wow you made this? before putting it in his room and forgetting about it forever lmao

[straightmansummer]

that was not romantic that straight up looked like assault 💀💀💀💀

[ravensuperr]

DPx DC Prompt-Alternate Dimension Shenanigans

So instead of the usual Casper High field trip trope in the Danny Phantom fandom, imagine this time it’s Damian Wayne’s class that ends up stuck in the Infinite Realms.

Here’s how it plays out:

Damian’s class is on the way back from an overnight field trip to Washington, D.C. Everything's fine—until they stop at a rest area. The bus driver goes off to handle his business, comes back, and they get back on the road.

Then… a portal opens out of nowhere.

They don’t even have time to react. The bus gets pulled in. When they try to turn around, the portal’s already gone.

Enter: Danny Phantom.

He’s just gotten back from visiting either Pandora (weekly chat) or Frostbite (med checkup) when he stumbles on a confused group of teens, their teacher, and a parked bus in the middle of the Infinite Realms.

He blinks.

Mr. Carter (the teacher): “Our driver stopped at a rest stop—standard procedure. Then this portal opened up out of nowhere. We couldn’t stop in time. It just… sucked us in. When we tried to turn around, it was gone.”

Danny: “Ah. Natural portal. Those usually happen to planes, not buses… though, now that I think about it, ground traffic’s not unheard of. Shouldn’t have said that out loud.”

Damian (irritated): “Where exactly are we?”

Danny: “You’re in the Infinite Realm.”

Camila (raising an eyebrow): “So… another dimension?”

Zane (grinning): “Wait, does this count for my bingo card? ‘Accidentally ending up in another dimension’ was my free square.”

Priya: “Are we in space? Or some alien planet?”

Danny: “Nope. Think bigger.”

He gestures to the eerie green sky swirling above them.

Danny: “The Infinite Realm is like... glue. The glue that holds everything together. Every timeline, every dimension, every kind of power—magic, science, tech—they all touch the Infinite Realm. This place connects them all.”

Emily (deadpan): “Freaky. Multiversal glue vibes.”

Suddenly, one of the students blurts out:

Mason: “How did you die?”

The whole class turns to stare.

Mason (shrugging): “Come on—tell me you’re not curious too.”

Danny (calmly): “Okay, so, it’s super rude to ask a ghost how they died unless you’re family or really close. It’s kinda taboo.”

Leo: “Fine, then… who’s your favorite Justice League member?”

Danny (without missing a beat): “Martian Manhunter.”

Zane: “Why?”

Danny: “Because I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up… and I love space.”

Damian (pinching the bridge of his nose): “Does anyone have a question that’ll help us get home?”

Nina (class rep): “Yeah—how are you getting us back?”

Danny: “There’s a powerful artifact that can return you to your dimension. I just need to make sure none of you wander off or tick off any local ghosts. Not all of them are thrilled to see humans here.”

Camila: “So you can take us back to Gotham?”

Danny: “Sure. Where exactly is that in the U.S.?”

Class (in unison): “…Are you serious?”

Danny: “I know it’s where Batman and his birds live. I just don’t know where it is on a map. Also, I failed geography. And I’m dead.”

Emily: “New Jersey. Gotham’s in New Jersey.”

Danny: “Cool. Everyone back on the bus. First stop: Pandora.”

Priya: “Wait—Pandora? As in Pandora’s Box?”

Danny: “Yep. She’s real. She’s super protective of it. Someone stole it once—I helped her get it back. She’s chill now. I’m going to ask her if you can hang out in her realm while I talk to two people: Frostbite and Clockwork. I need to make sure I don’t accidentally drop you off in the wrong Gotham.”

Zane: “There’s a wrong Gotham?!”

Danny: “This place touches every timeline. You don’t think there’s a version of Gotham where Batman is a vampire or something? Multiverse roulette isn’t fun.”

Class (collectively): “Yeah. No more questions.”

Camila (genuinely): “Wait—we don’t even know your name. We feel kinda rude calling you Ghost Boy.”

Danny (blinks): “Oh. Right. Just call me Phantom.”

Damian (dryly): “Just Phantom? Not your real name?”

Danny: “Not telling you that. That’s basically the same as asking how I died. Still rude.”

Mason: “If I die, can I change my name?”

Danny: “Yeah. You can go by whatever name you want. You’re dead. There are no rules.”

Leo: “What if someone’s, like, gay or bi or trans? Does that matter?”

Danny: “Dude, we’re dead. We’ve got Pride flags engraved into dimension gates. Trans? Cool. Bi? Great. Ace? Valid. Nobody cares. You’re free to be whoever you are.”

Priya: “Okay but… what if someone was transitioning when they died?”

Danny: “Then the gender they identified as is the one they get. Period. No exceptions.”

Zane: “...So it’s like actual equality?”

Danny: “Yeah. Ghost society’s not perfect, but nobody here’s getting judged for who they are. You’ll probably see two ghost guys kissing before lunchtime.”

Mason: “Wait. Have you met Death?”

Danny: “Twice.”

Class: “…What?”

Danny: “Yeah. They go by Jeff.”

Class (blinking): “Jeff?”

Danny: “Says it sounds like Death. Duh.”

Damian (deadpan, to himself): “I need a week off school. Maybe two.”

Damian (out loud): “What about things like Time? Dreams? Are they ghosts, too?”

Danny (nodding): “They’re called never-born ghosts. They weren’t alive and then dead—they exist because of human concepts. Like Time? His name’s Clockwork. Depending on your religion, you’ve probably heard of him under a different name. Same ghost. Different culture.”

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

MDZS from Jin Ling's perspective is just like

Be me, age 13

Go to Prove Myself At My Job (which was decided from birth because this is a xianxia)

My fuckass incest uncle makes fun of me for being motherless

Since when was fuckass incest uncle a good fighter??

Uncle-in-law decides to glue my lips shut

Whatever.jpg

Get into an argument with my uncledad

Hear rumors about a haunted tomb in the woods

Be in the walls of said tomb and nearly die

Wake up to fuckass incest uncle leaning over me with my robes half off

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Why the fuck am I finding dead cats now

Wind up in an actual ghost town

Why the fuck is this guy here again

Say we should be cautious about this guy who we wind up should have been cautious about

Holy shit incest uncle got some moves

Is this how making friends works

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Go home

Why is incest uncle here AGAIN at a banquet he DEFINITELY SHOULD NOT BE AT

Ok whatever he might be a fuckass incest uncle but he's MY fuckass incest uncle. Piss off Jin Chan

Incest uncle's pretty cool actually

My aunt kills herself

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Fuckass incest uncle is actually the dude I was supposed to murder for killing my dad. Who is also my uncle

I stab him

The uncledad who was telling me to murder demonic cultivators is not happy about that

I get kidnapped

Everyone is mad at me for stabbing the guy I was supposed to stab according to everyone ever including myself

Whatever.jpg

Worst Family Reunion Ever Happens

Oh god is Hanguang-jun going to kill my uncledad (happens like 3 times)

Oh god is my uncle going to kill me

My uncle helped murder my dad by accident??

The dude who literally put his hand through my dad's chest saves me

My uncle dies

My uncledad decides now is a good time to return to the philosophy of not hitting children

Yao-zhongzhu decides opening his mouth is a good idea

I have one relative left alive

I am Sect Leader Now

[salmonlyster]

im feeling really normally about the 4k remaster and the release of gerards character name so here r my im not okay headcanons :ppp ive drawn frank and ray maybe once ever

more thoughts under the cut vv

okay i might make these fuckerrs into a little comic because theyre eating in my brain like a little worm.... similarly to the im not okay mv the primary inspiration is rushmore but id also want to draw from like heathers and blue monday and eltingville etc

here are some screenshots w notes on them and dynamics etc

illi: glue of the group, introduces them all to each other. for the sake of this, illi and louise are not related. name is from the 4k rendition of the mv. incredibly ambitious and always creates the main idea for the schemes that the group gets up to. kind of only nonbinary due to the fact that illi is an incredibly interesting name, and a very open opportunity for me to make revenge gerard even more nonbinary. their uniform is neat and tidy, not particularly out of respect for the school, but more out of awareness of their own appearance. into fashion but doesn't really know how to deal with their hair. just lets it grow out and fucks with it in the moment. croquet mallet is blue, so draws a lot of inspiration from veronica sawyer. they/she pronouns? maybe? but i lean towards they/them.

frances: placeholder name i guess? it's important for him to have the initials "FTW" to play on both ft willis/fuck the world but i think percy also works since it's a bit of a play on pencey prep. incredibly strained relationship with louise- very different personalities is a source of conflict between them. frances has the messiest uniform because he's the least put together, and has the most carefree attitude about things. hes really into being a problem but hes an unnaturally bright student when he actually gets into doing the work - taking a page from max fischers book here lmao. chipped nail polish. wears barrettes sometimes. very clever.

louise: i've always been enamored by that interview where gerard says that the band used "louise" as a nickname for mikey so i've associated it specifically with his glasses era. no last name for now but i think it has to have the same ou sound. primary inspiration for his character is max from rushmore. used to wear his hair slicked down until illi staged an intervention and forced him and frances to hang out one-on-one and style hair. neat uniform, but doesn't fit him properly for whatever reason. hand me down? transgenderism? he's just too tall? idk! connected with adults more than peers growing up and as a result is very under-socialized. involved with student leadership at the school.

ray: ughhhhh WHYYY did he have to write ray rules on the paper it would have been so fun to make a completely new name. okay anyways i just like graham and i think it suits whatever i have built for him. undiagnosed adhd and if anything a bit of a halfway point between illi and the rest of the group. illi is really intense and cannot be stopped sometimes so graham is kind of the "babygirl i was made to understand you vision" person. yeah im getting this from the hand on shoulder and sitting closer in that one scene but be nice to me im working with like. two minutes of footage as a launching point. uniform isn't buttoned, not because of carelessness, but forgetfulness. he's a little bit inconsistent about everything he does.

the school in general: rushmore style private school, kind of dying in recent years so funding and management is all over the place. mascot used to be the dogs or something but there were copyright issues with the logo and now they are the bears.

i thiiiink thats all i have for now?? im going to draw them more just you guys wait lmfao. ive always loved im not okay more than any other mv by a large margin so all things considered this is me being normal.

[actual-corpse]

Found Object Sculpture

Cassowary

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 🍎

My personal headcanons for Boyfriend!Caleb after what I've seen and read about his character so far. A/N: All my ride or die Caleb girlies if you disagree with anything on this list im not going to argue with you please don't take my word as law. I love y'all dont fight me 💋 feel free to add more in the replies ‼️MDNI‼️ + cw: quick mention of cnc & primal play

[SFW]

wants to be in your skin wrapped around your nervous system and nestled in the wrinkles of your brain ; if this man could glue you to him he would

remembers everything that happened to him and mc when they were lab rats as kids which is probably where his mental health started rapidly declining

Cuddles ! ; he’ll also cuddle you while youre asleep constantly ; doesn’t matter if you’re in his bed, the guest bed or your bed he’ll climb right in and snuggle up

leaves you bowls/plates of fresh fruit and a glass of water on your nightstand

doing backflips if you tell him he can wash your hair for you ; the longer it takes the better

monitors your social media and online presence “You shouldn't post that no one needs to see you naked” “Im wearing a bikini Caleb” “Basically naked”

big on taking photos he wants as many photos together as possible

movie nights and date nights are his shit he’ll alway be down for that ; if you two have a show you watch together he is genuinely hurt if you watch an episode without him

holds your hand even when you don’t want him to ; would quite literally use his evol to hold your hand in place

if you’re sick he's at your bedside 24/7 with medication and home cooked remedies ; will spoon feed you if you let him

uses his body as a wall in large crowds to keep people from bumping into you

will beat the brakes off of anyone who dares to even look at you sideways and when you ask him what he did he’ll lie and smile in your face

PINKY PROMISES ARE LAW

will take you everywhere with him and will also follow you anywhere ; he’d stand guard outside of the bathroom stall if he could

although he does have some bolts rattling around (because they’re not loose they’re fully free) he will pamper the hell out of you ; he’s running you a bath, rubbing your feet and cooking dinner so you have a relaxed night and warm meal

when you do help him cook he’ll stand behind you and cover your hand with his while he guides your hand with the knife

will hold anything you hand him while he’s on the phone

has an entire closet of all the gifts you’ve ever given him

the type to close the door and immediately lock it if you’re in a room alone with him

hates to argue with you ; he’ll do it, but he regrets it afterwards apologizes profusely later with your favorites foods, sweets, treats and things

has to get a kiss before he leaves ; he’s not leaving without it

the type to wrap your arms around his neck when he goes in for a kiss

loves caging you between his arms and his body at any given chance

has to be touching you in some kind of way

the type to tuck you in every night

loves to give you massages because he loves touching you

[NSFW]

needs you to use your words “tell me how you want it” “don’t cover your mouth” “tell me you missed me” “how much?” “right there or right here? Tell me” “open your mouth” “how much do you love me?” “are you all mine? say it”

records your moans so he can listen to them later

pretty panty lover ; buys you lots of them ; loves to have you model them and you’re getting dicked down if you’re walking around the house in them

takes you anyway he can ; favorite position? ALL OF EM mans brain turns to mush just having his hand on you ; a dom that will punish you, but gives stellar aftercare

loves to tease you by getting you wet and just rubbing his tip over the fabric ; slides the panties to the side instead of taking them off because he loves to see them on you

a vocal moaner and a yapper when he nuts ; nuts inside every time makes him feel like he’s claiming you

Intentionally fails no nut November and says “we’ll try again tomorrow” turns you every way but loose for the entire month

massages your thighs and coochie so he can watch his cum drip out of you

a slurper and moaner when he eats it ; eats the pussy and the ass

puts the colonel hat on you

100% into cnc & somnophilia I will not argue with anyone about this ; not a fan of dacryphilia he hates to see you cry

you have to have a safe word because he gets pussydrunk extremely easily

panty stealer ; keeps a pair in his pocket when he goes to work ; clean or dirty doesn’t matter to him

into primal play would chase you through the woods in the Rina Kent - God of War mask and rearrange your guts right there with pleasure

would get jealous of your vibrator/dildo

[cheftsunoda]

three’s a crowd…until it’s not— ln4 & op81

smau + blurbs

lando norris x !o’ward sister reader x oscar piastri

pato o’ward x !model sister reader

lando and oscar have been secretly dating for months—no one knows, not even their teams. but when you start showing up at more races, everything shifts. what started as playful banter turns into real feelings, and suddenly the two boys who thought they had everything figured out… want you too. now they’re hiding their relationship—and their growing desire to bring you into it.

fc : kat castellano

not proofread

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ynowardddd : keeping up with the o’wards pt 987543

tagged : elbaoward and patriciooward

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username5 : who is the fave sibling??

patriciooward : me

ynowardddd : elba would disagree

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elbaoward : i am the glue holding this family together

ynowardddd : ok ok I wouldn’t go that far

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kikagomes : you are so beautiful

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ynowardddd : says the prettiest girl on the planet <3

oscarpiastri : can I also be adopted into this family

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patriciooward : can you speak spanish

oscarpiastri : hola?

patriciooward : good enough

ynowardddd : aren’t you already a leclerc? @/charles_leclerc come get your son

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charles_leclerc : i feel betrayed

lando : pretty gal

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patriciooward : thank you lando😍

lando : meant for yn but…you too mate 😁

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ynowardddd : wait…this isn’t indycar. thank you @/mclaren for having us and letting me interview your drivers and make them tell me all their secrets! papaya fam for life 🧡

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patriciooward : still don’t understand how you got media access

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ynowardddd : im just good like that

mclaren : her charisma and chaos got her the part

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lando : well deserved tbh

oscarpiastri : can you be the only one to interview me from now on?

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ynowardddd : i will see what i can do;)

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username00 : this was the first interview ive actually seen oscar show some emotion

username5 : it was crazy to see him smile that much. we need yn for all interviews!!

mclaren : we think we’re gonna keep you yn🧡

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arrowmclaren : um actually she belongs to us

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nolansiegel : and i won’t give her up easily

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ynowardddd : oml my nolannn love uuuu😭❤️

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lando : i feel like i blacked out and just smiled like an idiot the entire time

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ynowardddd : i tend to have that effect on people

elbaoward : jealous 😔

ynowardddd : we literally invited you and you said you were busy

patriciooward : and yn and i spent half the weekend facetiming you anyway

elbaoward : jeez out here getting exposed

kikagomes : so happy i got to see you!! love you 😍

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ynowardddd : love you more

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snippets from the interview— ‘5 minutes unfiltered w/ the McLaren boys and Papaya Princess, Y/N O’Ward!’

The interview room wasn’t much, just a plain backdrop, two chairs, three if you counted the one they pulled in for her, and a couple of camera guys too jet-lagged to care about anything beyond focus and lighting.

Still, the second YN O’Ward walked in, energy shifted.

Lando looked up from his phone. Oscar straightened in his seat.

She tossed a bright papaya windbreaker over the back of her chair and grinned. “Gentlemen.”

Oscar gave her a small smile. “O’Ward.”

“Wrong one, but I’ll allow it,” she shot back, settling in with her mic. “Okay. You two ready for the most chaotic five minutes of your media day?”

Lando blinked. “Wait, I thought this was the fun segment.”

“It is,” YN said sweetly. “For me.”

The camera light flipped on. She didn’t hesitate.

“Alright. Rapid fire. Who’s the most competitive between the two of you?”

“Oscar,” Lando said, before she finished the question.

“Me,” Oscar echoed a second later.

YN raised an eyebrow. “Wow. A healthy relationship built on lies. Love that.”

Both drivers laughed, the kind that was a little too relaxed for media. Oscar leaned forward, forearms on his thighs, expression open in that quiet, unreadable way of his. “I think the real question is who’s more competitive—you or Pato.”

“Me,” she replied without blinking. “Obviously. Pato cries when he loses Uno.”

Lando let out an actual snort, slouching further in his seat. “You’re joking.”

“This is supposed to be you spilling their secrets. Leave me out of this!” Pato shouted from the other side of the room.

“Wait—can we get her on the sim? I want to see this competitiveness in action.”

YN tilted her head toward Lando. “Are you inviting me to race you or flirt with me disguised as a challenge?”

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up. Lando blinked.

Then grinned. “Both,” he said casually. “Is that not allowed?”

“Nope, not allowed!” Pato shouted again.

She pushed on.

“Okay. Last question— if you had to tell me a secret or lose your qualifying spot, what are you admitting?”

Oscar was first. “You’re terrifyingly good at this.”

“And,” Lando added, after just a beat, “you look really good in papaya.”

The room went still.

YN blinked. “Wow. That was dangerously close to flirting.”

“Dangerously?” Oscar asked, raising a brow.

She leaned back, pen tapping her notepad. “You two planning on fighting about it or…?”

Lando chuckled. “Not unless you ask us to.”

YN glanced at the camera and smirked. “This is absolutely turning into a reality show. I want executive producer credit.”

The light clicked off. Cameras stopped.

But none of them moved.

Oscar cleared his throat. “Do we… actually have five more minutes?”

Lando looked at her. “Because I definitely have more secrets.”

YN smiled—bright, daring, and completely unfazed.

“Then let’s keep rolling.”

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“She’s dangerous,” Lando said quietly.

Oscar glanced up. “You’re just now realizing that?”

Lando huffed a laugh, rubbing his hand over his jaw. “No. I’ve known. I just thought I was better at handling it.”

Oscar took a sip of water, eyes narrowing slightly. “And now?”

“She asked if I was flirting with her and I agreed, mate.” Lando let his head fall back against the cushion. “On camera.”

Oscar’s lips twitched. “You kind of were.”

“You were too.”

Oscar didn’t deny it. He crossed his arms instead, fingers tightening briefly. “She makes it easy.”

Lando looked at him, really looked at him, the way he only did when they weren’t being watched. “So… what are we doing?”

Oscar didn’t answer immediately.

The silence settled between them, not uncomfortable—just heavy. Real.

“You and I…” Oscar started, voice low. “We’ve always been… whatever this is. Quiet. Safe. Ours.”

Lando nodded once. “Yeah.”

“And then she shows up. And suddenly, we’re laughing harder. Acting dumber. Getting caught feeling things on camera like idiots.”

Lando leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes sharp now. “So what, Oscar? Are we scared it’s not just us anymore?”

Oscar didn’t flinch. “I think we’re scared it could be something bigger. Something real.”

That hung in the air like humidity—thick, undeniable.

Lando’s voice softened. “Do you want her?”

Oscar looked at him. “Do you?”

Lando didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

Oscar exhaled slowly. “Me too.”

They sat there in silence again. But this time, it was understanding. Alignment.

Then Lando smirked, breaking the weight of it with a tilt of his head. “Think she has any idea what she’s doing to us?”

Oscar gave a small laugh. “She definitely knows. She’s just waiting for us to say it out loud.”

Lando stood up, stretching. “Then we better start figuring out how to say it… together.”

Oscar looked up at him, expression unreadable—but the faint smile gave him away. “Together?”

Lando nodded. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. No secrets. No one left out.”

Oscar stood too, grabbing his phone. “Then we should text her.”

Lando raised a brow. “Now?”

Oscar smiled. “Before we change our minds.”

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lando

ynnnnnnn

read at 6:56 pm

yn

landooooo

what’s up guys 🐡

read at 7:00 pm

oscar

we want to see you again. soon.

read at 7:05 pm

lando

we can’t stop thinking about you

read at 7:05 pm

yn

you guys have a little break right???

read at 7:10 pm

oscar

yep

read at 7:12 pm

yn

come to pato’s race next week! i can show you around:)

read at 7:15 pm

lando

we will be there:)

read at 7:20 pm

oscar

see you then pretty girl

read at 7:20 pm

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ynowardddd : life update ft proof of pato being a whiny baby during uno

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patriciooward : DEFAMATION. i have been framed.

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ynowardddd : you were losing AND crying. pick a struggle please

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elbaoward : the great uno incident of 2025🥴

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oscarpiastri : that last photo…bold of you to test our curiosity like that

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ynowardddd : like to keep people on the edge of their seat;)

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username00 : drop the act piastri we know it’s you

username15 : but then that other picture looks like lando

username10 : so confused

lando : happy to be your personal chauffeur for the week

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I didn’t think they’d actually come.

When I texted Lando and Oscar, it was mostly a joke. A cheeky little “come to St. Pete, witness Pato self-destruct over Uno in real time”.

But then they showed up.

Actually showed up. In Florida. For me.

It felt like something shifted the second I saw them in the paddock. Not just because they looked good — which, obviously, they did — but because suddenly the whole place felt different. Like lighter. Louder. Warmer.

Lando walked in with that usual smug grin, sunglasses on, acting like he hadn’t just materialized in my world like a walking distraction. Oscar had this soft smile, quieter but somehow more intense — like he saw everything and was choosing not to say it yet.

And the wildest part? They stuck with me the entire day.

Pato laughed at how quickly they became part of the fold. Elba handed Oscar the leash to our corgi without hesitation. Lando filmed half a TikTok with us before pretending it ruined his reputation. I couldn’t stop laughing. I couldn’t stop looking. And they kept looking back.

Not in the way guys do when they’re being polite. But like… they were memorizing something. Like I was the most interesting thing in the room — in a room full of cameras and engines and chaos.

By the time the race ended and Pato disappeared into debriefs, I found myself sitting with them on the hood of a random golf cart, legs dangling, watching the sky go gold.

“He actually cried during Uno,” Lando said, half in disbelief.

“There were actual tears,” Oscar agreed, handing me his water bottle like it was second nature.

“He flipped the table,” I added, grinning.

They laughed, and for a second, everything was soft.

Then Lando turned toward me, voice lower. “So… dinner?”

I blinked. “What?”

Oscar looked at me too. Not teasing. Not light. Just… real. “Dinner. With us.”

My heart did this dumb thing where it skipped. Tripped. Something. Because they weren’t just asking me to hang out. They were asking. Lando. Oscar. Together.

I didn’t say anything for a beat. The sun was behind them, and my chest felt too warm for how much wind was in the air.

But then I smiled. “Only if I pick the place.”

Oscar nodded once. “Deal.”

Lando’s grin widened. “And we pay.”

Oscar added, “And we finally tell you the rest of the secrets we wouldn’t spill on camera.”

I leaned back on my palms, trying to play it cool, even though everything inside me was spiraling just a little. “Then you better order dessert.”

Neither of them looked away.

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The ocean’s a few yards away. The restaurant is small, tucked just off the sand with string lights above us and music humming low through old speakers. The plates between us are mostly empty, but none of us seem to notice.

Oscar speaks first. “This feels like the right time to say something, doesn’t it?”

Lando glances at him, then nods. “Yeah.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Okay… what are we saying?”

Oscar’s gaze slides to me. “That we like you.”

The words don’t hit me all at once. They sort of… settle. Softly. Like something I already knew but hadn’t let myself believe.

Lando shifts in his seat, tone lighter but still honest. “Both of us. We’ve been talking about it.”

“And thinking about it,” Oscar adds, his voice lower now. “More than we probably should’ve.”

My heart’s thudding way too fast. “You guys are joking.”

“We’re not,” Lando says, suddenly serious. “We didn’t plan it. It just… happened. And we didn’t want to make things weird, especially not with the three of us. But then you invited us today, and it felt like—”

“—like maybe you felt it too,” Oscar finishes.

I can barely breathe.

I don’t know what I expected from tonight — maybe just more of the same teasing, the same comfortable closeness I’d started craving more than I should. But this? Them sitting here, nervous and real, asking me without really asking?

It’s so much.

And yet, somehow, not overwhelming. Just right.

I look between them. “And what exactly are you asking?”

Lando doesn’t hesitate. “We want to try. The three of us.”

Oscar nods. “Only if you want that too.”

There’s a beat of silence where all I can hear is the clink of silverware and the crash of waves just beyond the wall. The warmth in my chest spreads like something waking up.

And then I smile. It’s small at first, but it grows. “You guys are idiots.”

They both freeze for a second.

“But I like you too,” I say, shrugging a little, cheeks heating. “Both of you. And… yeah. I think I want this.”

Lando grins, that boyish, brilliant thing that makes my heart trip over itself.

Oscar’s smile is softer, but no less warm. “You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Lando raises his glass. “To us, then.”

Oscar clinks his against it. “All three of us.”

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The beach is almost empty by the time we wander down from the restaurant — the last scraps of sunlight bleeding into the horizon, waves folding over the sand like they’re in no hurry. None of us say anything for a while. Oscar’s on my right, our arms brushing every so often. Lando’s on my left, hands stuffed into his pockets, eyes on the ocean. We’re not touching, not quite, but the space between us hums like tension stretched thin. I glance at them — at Lando’s smile softened by the dark, at Oscar’s profile lit in gold by the last bit of sky — and for a second, it’s all I can do to keep breathing. Because it’s real now. Not just banter. Not just glances that last too long. Not just something unspoken. They want me. I want them. And somehow, impossibly, they want this — together.

“You know,” Lando says suddenly, voice low, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous around someone before.”

Oscar laughs under his breath. “Same. And we’ve literally crashed cars at 200 mph.”

I smile, toes digging into the cool sand. “Well, I am terrifying.”

Lando looks at me then, something in his eyes shifting — not teasing this time. Just warm. Unfiltered.

“You’re kind of everything,” he says, so quietly I almost miss it.

My breath catches.

Oscar stops walking. When I turn to face him, he’s already looking at me.

“We don’t want to mess this up,” he says. “Not with you. Not with each other. But if you want this — really want this — we’re in. All in.”

The air goes still between us, salt clinging to my skin, wind in my hair.

And then I step forward — just a little — and reach for them.

Oscar’s hand finds mine first, grounding and warm. Lando’s fingers brush my wrist a second later, and suddenly I’m in the space between them, pulled close, tucked into something that feels so safe I could fall into it forever.

Lando presses his forehead to mine, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re sure?”

I nod, heart thudding. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Oscar’s hand curls around my waist, firm but gentle, and when he leans in, his lips brush my temple like a promise.

Then Lando kisses me.

It’s soft. Careful. Like he’s afraid to push too far too fast — like he’s savoring every second. And when he pulls back, Oscar leans in next, just as gentle, just as real. His kiss lingers, steadier, more grounding than I expected. I don’t know how long we stand there — the three of us, caught in this quiet little moment under the darkening sky — but I know I don’t want it to end. Because I’m not just falling for them. I’m already in it.

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri : Exploring.

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username5 : exploring whom, mr piastri?🤔

mclaren : oooo soft launch??

username15 : admin what do you know??🔪

mclaren : 🤐

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lando

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lando : off the grid

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ynowardddd : wow both of you in your soft launch era I can’t keep up

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lando : like to keep people on the edge of their seats;)

oscarpiastri : just had to steal my spotlight huh?

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lando : I could never osco

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username5 : WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?

username10 : are they hard launching the same girl??? they look so similar

username15 : I am still so confused

carlossainz55 : cheeky

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ynowardddd

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ynowardddd : had the three most handsome dates to the gala 🧡

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mclaren : our faves🧡🧡

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arrowmclaren : soooo cute!!

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username00 : they were both just soft launching but went to the gala with yn and pato?

username15 : what if they are with yn?

username10 : throuple??

lando : who is the most handsome though? (me)

patriciooward : don’t start. it’s clearly me.

ynowardddd : already arguing like true brothers

patriciooward : 🤮

oscarpiastri : whoever helped you pick out that dress deserves a kiss

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The gala is very McLaren — sleek, minimal, orange everywhere, with a million little details that make the night feel expensive. I’m in a dress Oscar helped me pick and Lando has already spun me around twice, just to be “obnoxiously proud” of how good we all clean up. Pato arrives fashionably late, naturally. I spot him across the room in a sharp black suit, talking to someone from Arrow, probably cracking a joke about how he nearly flipped a simulator during testing. I excuse myself from Lando and Oscar and make my way toward him, heels clicking softly across the floor.

“Don’t look so serious,” I say, nudging him lightly in the ribs.

He lights up the second he sees me. “Mira nomás, if it isn’t Miss McLaren herself.”

I roll my eyes. “Stop.”

He glances around. “Where are your boyfriends?”

It takes me a second too long to answer. He blinks.

“Wait—what? That pause was suspicious.”

I chew the inside of my cheek and sigh. “Okay, so… don’t make a scene.”

His eyebrows lift. “That’s not reassuring.”

Before I can say anything else, Lando and Oscar appear on either side of me — perfectly timed, like they planned the entrance. Oscar offers a small wave, cool and quiet. Lando, of course, grins like he’s having the time of his life.

Pato looks between us.

Then back at me.

Then at them again.

“…Are you joking?”

I shake my head slowly.

Lando rubs the back of his neck, a rare flicker of nervousness crossing his face. “We were gonna tell you sooner. Just… wasn’t sure how.”

Oscar adds, “We didn’t want it to be weird.”

“It’s not weird,” I say quickly, then glance at Pato. “Right?”

Pato stares at us for a moment — one beat, two — then lets out the most dramatic sigh I’ve ever heard.

“Oh, come on,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “It couldn’t have been just one of you dating her? It had to be both?”

Lando chokes on a laugh. Oscar smiles against the rim of his champagne glass. I feel my chest loosen a little.

Pato narrows his eyes at them, mock serious. “You’re telling me I have to approve two men now instead of one? Double the background checks? Double the overprotective speeches?”

“You were gonna give a speech?” I grin.

“Obviously,” he deadpans. “I had a whole monologue prepared.”

Lando throws an arm around Pato’s shoulder. “Admit it, you love us.”

Pato groans. “I tolerate you. For her.”

Oscar just raises his glass slightly, amused. “We’re very grateful.”

Pato points at him. “Don’t be smug, Piastri. I still know where you live.”

But then he looks at me again, and all the teasing slips away just enough to let something warmer through.

“You’re happy?”

I nod, smile soft. “Yeah. I really am.”

He stares at me for a second, then gives a small shrug. “Then that’s all that matters.”

He pauses. “But if either of you so much as make her cry—”

“We won’t,” Lando says quickly.

Oscar just nods again, more serious this time. “We mean that.”

Pato takes a deep breath, shakes his head like he still can’t believe it, then raises his glass.

“To the chaos trio,” he mutters. “And to YN, for somehow managing to date both of McLaren’s emotionally constipated golden boys.”

I burst out laughing. Lando gasps. Oscar gives a small, guilty shrug.

And just like that, everything feels settled.

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lando : oh I didn’t know we were doing this today. LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!!!!

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ynowardddd : we love you moreeeeee

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ynowardddd : my oscahhhh ur so cute

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oscarpiastri : you are the cutest ever

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nicolepiastri : no call oscar? no introduction? i knew you and lando would end up together but id love to meet this beautiful lady as well

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oscarpiastri : soon mum i promise

mclaren : YAYYYYYY!!!!!!

hattiepiastri : how did you both get someone as pretty as her????

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ynowardddd : being the papaya princess wasn’t enough…i had to make both mclaren boys mine

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elbaoward : more brothers??? sigh

elbaoward : but so happy you’re happy mi hermana

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lando : you know you love us elbaaaaaa

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lando : the prettiest princess in the world

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georgerussell63 : collected the mclaren boys like infinity stones…i respect it

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username00 : i know zak brown is somewhere giggling and kicking his feet rn

patriciooward : he is

patriciooward : when I used to joke and call them your boyfriends I didn’t expect you to make it literal

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ynowardddd : my bad

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lando : landoscar + their wag

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oscarpiastri : remind me to approve your captions next time

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elbaoward : disgustingly cute

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patriciooward : wag? she is basically running the whole company rn

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zakbrownceo : if this ends in a constructors championship you will be my favorite, yn.

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patriciooward : she is already your favorite

zakbrownceo : oh yeah oops

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