#oh how soft...........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[loading-liz]

Sirius telling James that he’s queer and James’ response being

James: You can do that ??

Sirius: Yeah of course mate

James:

Sirius:

James: Does that mean I can kiss your brother?

Sirius: hold on- WHAT

[theartintrying]

Patron Saint of Lost Causes

(print available here)

[abyssyby]

theory of mind

— marshmallows for everyo— oh! oh... poor papa. no sweeties for papa. ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: it's the marshmallow test with the littles, the bigs, and the big boss. i love the little twins so much theyre so so so fun to write. and how they just bring out this inner glow from sylus and trying to translate that glow EUGH so fun. i hope enjoy! ❀-urs

divider by @saradika-graphics 💕

important heads up for context of this story: lucian and kyros are (my headcanon) sylus's twin boys. 2 turning 3 years in this one! ᡣ𐭩

kieran, luke, lucian, kyros & sylus highlight! | sylus x reader | fluff, messy kids, mom!reader, suuuufferingdad!sylus, olderbrother!luke&kieran

“And— open!”

It’s supposed to be a test of empathy. Theory of mind, you read. And it led you to wonder to what capacity your little ones can feel for others. Have you raised them well enough to care for the people around them?

Kieran, Luke and Sylus lift the cloches off their plates. Sylus helps Kyros and Lucian remove theirs as well. 

“Oh, marshmallows,” Kieran says, looking over to the others’ plates to see if they got the same thing. 

“—matchallo!—“

“—sellows—“

“—mm, marf-marrow.” 

Maybe doing this with five all at once wasn’t the best idea. You stifle a snicker as Sylus gives you a deadpan stare, as if to say, “really?”

“Oh—oh no! Papa doesn’t have one.” the words fight their way out from your throat against hiccups of giggles. The video definitely isn’t watchable at this point with all the shaking you’re doing.

The little twins, with two each, glance at their papa who sits between them. Sylus shrugs and leans back on his chair, “I don’t like sweets.” 

“Papa.” Kyros says quietly, giving his one marshmallow, half mauled by his careful teething. 

Sylus smiles gratefully, taking the sticky dessert from his fingers and kissing his brow. “Thank you, my Kyros— agh!”

“Papa, ah- ah, papa!” Lucian has stood on his chair, and stuck his tacky little palms on Sylus’s cheeks. He turns his father to face him and stuffs his half-eaten marshmallow in his mouth. You’re losing it behind the camera. 

Sylus fights for his life to stutter out a response. His jaw pried open by tiny fists. “—cia-ffphrww- gen-gentle! Rewfian!” he sputters, mouth stuffed with candy. 

Little uncoordinated fingers pull themselves out of Sylus’s mouth. Their owner wears a proud smile and watches as Sylus wipes away the gooey sugar on his lips. Bright scarlet eyes turn to you, to the camera. “Mama, i sharin’!”

You struggle through tears. “I know, baby. Good job!” 

“Welcome. Papa—you welcome!” Lucian cheers, hopping on his chair, words joyfully yelled into his papa’s ear like saying it louder would make it mean more. Sylus bears down on the seat with his one arm to keep it steady, squeezes his eyes tight at the sound.

He gives Lucian a fond look, endlessly amused by his boy. “Thank you, Lucian.” 

The big twins are too quiet. It’s an olympic sport at this point to keep yourself composed, stomach aching from the laughing. 

Luke is the first to shrug, a refined picture of innocence… never mind the white coated fingers and the powder stained lips. He gestures to his (now) empty plate, saying, “I didn’t get any either.” 

You snort and turn to Kieran. “and you?” 

He stares at his brother in disbelief. Then thrusts an acccusatory thumb at Luke. He’d never admit it, but his sulky pout was caught clear and crisp on camera. 

Ever perceptive, Lucian is quick to move, jumping off his chair and climbing Kieran’s lap. He must rectify this situation. Sticky fingers reach to touch his face, another half-molten treat in his hand. “Ah-ah, Kee-wan, ah!” 

“No—no, thanks! I’m good!” Kieran catches the boy in his lap, dodging sugar-coated fingers with practiced grace and older-brother horror. Luke is in tatters, stomach bursting at the seams. Kieran cries out, “Lucian! I’m oka—mphrf.” 

Meanwhile, Kyros has made his way around the table to you under the watchful eye of his papa. And he is tugging on your pant leg, offering you his other marshmallow. Gently destroyed as well, but the most pristine of all. “Mama, sellow.” 

Your heart swells. You catch Sylus’s soft gaze from across the table and come to silent agreement. 

Yes, you think. You have raised these boys well. 

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thank you for reading!

[aureliasevil]

bolaire becoming protective over occtis means everything to me because bolaire looks at occtis and understands what it means to have a body that is just a thing that you inhabit, and not something that is truly yours, and seeing someone experiencing that uncomfortable existence for the first time must’ve brought him back in someway to when he first woke up.

occtis is a one of a kind existence now, and bolaire not knowing if his other siblings woke up is possibly one of a kind as well.

and bolaire knows how isolating it is to exist that way, and he doesn’t want occtis to be taken advantage the same way he was.

occtis is probably the first person bolaire has ever related to before, and they need to TALK after occtis gets back from all this.

[thehyperfixationistlass]

just read the new chapter of ttmd;ttms

skin clear, eyes open, and I have the biggest, stupidest smile because of those gays

[scandals-r-us]

Love seeing domestic spam and tenna...

SO DO I it makes me cry fr

My goobers aint even THERE yet and already act like it basically. I don't have much space on this canvas but YOU GET THE FILL IN SPOTS and a silly showtime bit

[thetimetravellercat]

I have a hc that Jack doesn't really use pet names and he keeps calling Robby 'brother' and other neutral things like that because it's a habit he picked up as a sort of safety measure during his time serving under Don't Ask Don't Tell and before, and he hasn't been able to shake it off, it's just too ingrained into him

[saffusthings]

the after

fwb!oscar piastri x roommate!reader

word count: 290 words

warnings: none. allusions to sex ig?

“Hold still, baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” she mutters, though she doesn’t protest when he gently wipes her down with a warm cloth from the bathroom. She just watches him with something unreadable in her gaze — quiet, thoughtful, like she’s just now realizing how carefully he handles her.

“You good?” he asks, crouching down so he’s eye-level with her, his palm skimming over her thigh.

“Yeah,” she says, softer now. “…I didn’t know I’d feel so… floaty after.”

“That’s normal,” he murmurs. “You just need a little grounding.” He grabs his hoodie from the floor and tugs it over her head, hands lingering to smooth her hair back from her face. “Better?”

She nods, cheeks warm, the fabric drowning her but smelling like him. She snuggles into the couch as he settles in beside her, pulling her into his chest without hesitation.

“This is the part I like,” she admits after a beat, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

“What part?”

“This.” She gestures vaguely at their tangled legs, his arm wrapped around her. “The… staying. The quiet after.”

Oscar’s chest tightens. He kisses her hair before he can stop himself. “Yeah. Me too.”

There’s a pause — warm and fragile and dangerous.

“Y’know…” she says slowly, “you’re, like… really good at this. Not just the sex stuff. All of it. The taking-care-of-me part.”

Oscar swallows hard.

Don’t read into it, he tells himself. Don’t.

But she’s looking at him like she means it, like she’s letting him see something she doesn’t show anyone else.

He brushes her cheek with his thumb, keeping it light. “Guess I like taking care of you.”

“Guess I like letting you,” she murmurs back, almost shyly.

And he’s screwed.

Completely and utterly screwed.

a/n: sorry if you guys were expecting smut, but hopefully you guys still like this! i'm actually a bit fond of this one. lmk what you think!