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aurorangen · 8 months

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It's best that you forget about me that way

Transcript & Explanation (that no one asked for🤣):

Kalei: About last night [voice starts to tremble] the k-kiss. Could we forget that it happened? Please… Renee: I thought we had something. Kalei: Yes. Maybe we did, but we can't. It's safer if we stay friends.

Renee: What reason could there possibly be? Tell me Kalei. Kalei: Umm m-my parents are strict, especially my Dad- Renee: Who cares about what they think? Don't let your Dad get in the way.

Kalei: It's not as simple as that. It's dangerous for both you and me [says quietly] and you're human. Renee: Dangerous? [starts to worry but her expression hides it]

Kalei: Promise me you won't freak out. Please promise me you won't see me differently. Renee: I promise you, nothing will change. Why is it dangerous? Kalei: The truth is…I'm a mermaid. The mermaid world is a cruel world and I can't see you that way.

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Yes Kalei is a mermaid. I've hinted it in this post (and its tags) how mermaids started appearing after cleaning up Sulani. Then in this post with 'new students' one being Kalei, how she is shy (mainly because she's never lived on land or interacted with humans). There's more but I don't wanna list everything lmao. Renee respects her wishes for both of their safety and is holding back how she really feels, so she can remain friends with her. All this added mermaid stuff makes studying history at uni more important for Renee! Firstly she loves history and gaining knowledge of the world around her. Secondly the degree can lead to law, so she could perhaps make a difference with the world. The final point is, there may be special classes to do with history/laws of the supernatural. That is IF she wants to take them and if she will be 'accepted' into those classes. But yeah, who knows if I will stick to this plot or if other things happen 👀

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #postcard legacy #postcard gen 2 #renee reichmann #kalei kahale #renee...#i promise it will get better #she has to do the soulmate aspiration #all this falling in love easily and emotions after have more meaning #for that goal. she wants to find the one❤️

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villainousshakespeare · 2 years

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 20

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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Loki had suffered many nightmares in his life. Just this past year, a relative blip in his long centuries, between the torture at the hands of The Other and the guilt at what he had unleashed on the innocent people of Midgard while under the influence of the Mind Stone, Loki had rarely experienced an untroubled night's rest. Not a single one of those nights filled him with as much dread as he was feeling now.

Here in this room was a woman who had put her entire life on the line for Loki. She trusted and believed in him in ways he had not known were possible. Not only had she saved his life, she was on the road to saving his soul as well. He loved her with a fierce passion that belied the brief time they had spent together. She was the most shining light he had ever witnessed.

That light was about to go dim.

When he first entered the room and saw her standing over his brother, gun that she normally would have trouble lifting held up with one hand while the other clutched the damned scepter, the whispering had started.

"Beloved," the voice slid into his mind. "I knew you would come. You could not stay away from me."

The whisper was seductive, and in different circumstances Loki would have been hard pressed to fight it. Now however he was too absorbed in trying to plead with Caroline. He knew the way the Mind Stone in the scepter worked. It preyed on fears and desires. And it seemed that what Caroline, his darling, precious mortal desired was justice for him. Where she could have longed for power or riches, she instead wanted only to protect and avenge Loki, to prover herself worthy, as if there would ever be doubt of that. It was that love for him that would destroy her.

"You can save her," the voice urged. "Just receive me back into your heart and mind and I will let her go. She will be free and we can be together again, complete our plans. I will make you a King and you will have her as your Queen."

"I am fine darling, truly. I don't need you to make him suffer on my behalf. Why don't you just give me the scepter."

How had that sentence come out of his mouth? He had not meant to say that.

"Um, no. That is a BAD idea!" Stark echoed his own statements.

"Shut up Stark!"

The last thing he needed was the distraction of the nattering human when he was trying to keep his focus on freeing Caroline.

"We're supposed to put the scepter in the case, remember?" Stark held out the box.

"No one is taking the scepter from me," Caroline clutched it along with the gun. "I mean to use it to -"

"To right the wrongs done to me?" Loki's heart broke a bit as he spoke. "My love, your human life is not long enough. And I do not need you avenge me. I just need you. Please, Min kjaereste, drop the scepter."

He saw her hesitate, and a small flicker of hope sparked against his better instincts. Maybe she was strong enough, inside where it counted, to resist the pull.

"If you have the scepter, you won't need me anymore. With it, I can be your equal."

"I will always need you, Caroline," Loki choked back a sob. And you are more than my equal, with or without the scepter."

His eyes met Caroline's, and he did his best to put all his heart into them, ignoring the whisper of the Stone and the chatter of Stark. Confusion flashed across her face. The scepter lowered an inch, along with the gun.

"What the hell are you all doing in my mother fucking office?"

"And more to the point, why has no one arrested the alien fugitive?"

"Pierce," Caroline hissed moving the gun from where she had it trained on Thor to target the secretary. "Just who I was hoping to see! Prepare to say goodbye."

"Who the hell are you?" Pierce demanded, unaware how close he was to death.

"I am your comeuppance," she answered. "Highest setting, I think."

It all happened so fast, but paradoxically time seemed to move in slow motion. The two men burst into the men just as Loki had begun to reach her. The whispering in his head stopped dead, and he knew what that meant. The stone was completely focused on Caroline. He saw her move the gun from where she had it pointed at Thor and instead took aim at Secretary Pierce. A man Loki hated and counted as an enemy.

The blast from the alien weapon would kill the man, there was no question. It would be one less foe for Loki to battle, one less person looking to put an end to his life. Loki did not enjoy violence the way many Asgardians did, but he would feel a decided satisfaction at the death of this vile human.

Caroline would feel no such thing. Not once the scepter was out of her hands. She would hate herself, tear herself inside out in grief and guilt. It would be Caroline who suffered nightmares, waking and in sleep.

Loki could not allow it.

There was no time to wrest the gun away. Already she was pulling the trigger. And so he did the only thing left to him.

Loki threw himself to one side, in front of Pierce, taking all of the energy from the pulse into himself.

The pain was overwhelming, knifing through his body like a series of razors. Every cell was shocked with energy. His mind, unable to process the level of anguish shut down.

"Caro," he whispered, her name like a prayer as he fell to the floor.

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Tony Stark had seen a lot of chaos. Hell, he had caused more than his fair share. But it seemed that even he could be shocked at how quickly things could turn sideways. Maybe that was why he was the one to keep his head on straight when it all began going to shit. It was where he lived.

If you had asked him a week ago, he would have said no way would smart as a whip, head on straight, sensible Caroline ever fall for the murderous psychopath who had come close to wiping out New York. Turned out he would have been wrong. When push came to shove, people made stupid choices in love, and thank god they did, or Tony would be destined to be alone.

Over the past two days he had observed Loki and Caroline, and if ever he had seen two people as nauseatingly in love, it was them. He had also been shocked to learn that Loki, when not affected by the space rock, was actually not a bad guy to kick back with. Not that he would ever admit it, but the space viking with the bad devil cosplay fetish had a wicked sense of humor and good taste in liquor. And in women. He was coming close to being okay in Tony's books.

And so, he was less surprised by the others at what happened in Fury's office. Tony had made his own sacrifice play to save the people he cared about not that long ago. When Caroline aimed the gun at Pierce and pulled the trigger, Loki lunged to his left, taking the full force of the energy pulse on himself. Then came the chaos.

Caroline screamed as if she had been the one shot with a deadly weapon, Loki's name echoing through that room at a pitch that might have shattered glass. The scepter, that gaudy alien baton they had all been fighting over, fell from her hand along with the gun, forgotten in her rush to reach the side of her lover. Thor was there just as quickly, also shouting his brother's name as if hoping that alone could wake him up. Man, seeing the two of them made Tony glad he was an only child.

That left Fury and Peirce standing in shock as Loki, his brother, and his girl all hit the floor. It was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"Enhance Ozzy protocol one to eleven," he said.

The music had been steadily pumping into his helmet since they opened the door to the lab, but now "Into the Void" screamed in his ears. It was hard to pay attention to whispers when Sabbath was blasting straight into your head. Protected by the genius that was metal, Tony ran forward and grabbed the doom stick, reaching it seconds before Pierce's hand.

"Stark, hand that over. That's an order," Pierce commanded.

Bad call. Tony had never been one for taking orders. They always made him want to do the exact opposite on sheer principle.

"Sorry, Secretary," he snarked, dropping it into the case he had made to snuff out its power, "no world domination for you today. Thanks for playing though. You've been a great contestant."

The case snapped with a satisfying click and Tony stepped back out of range, free hand raised to fend off any attack. Not that he expected one. Pierce had been around too long to make a move sure to lose.

The scepter taken care of for the moment, Tony redirected his attention over to the scene playing out on the floor. Loki was lying in a heap on the floor, Caroline and Thor hovering over him. Worse, Caroline looked like herself now, not a hopeful sign considering it was Loki's magic that had been altering her appearance.

"How is he?" he asked, unable to bring himself to ask the real question, whether Loki lived or died.

"He's breathing," Thor looked up, tears running down his face, "but his pulse is weak."

"Would someone tell me what the hell is happening here?" Fury bellowed at the room at large.

"Loki, wake up! Please wake up! I'm so sorry. Oh God, what did I do? Please wake up!"

Caroline's voice answered Fury with a string of pleas. Her eyes were wild, staring sightlessly at the man on the ground whose had she clutched helplessly.

"Stark. Details. Now."

"We were wrong about the invasion," he told Fury, switching off the music with a sigh. "It wasn't Loki leading the attack, it was the scepter. Or the people behind the scepter. It's a whole mind control thing. Turns out there's another big bad out there meaner and scarier than Loki and his space bugs. He was pulling the strings by way of the scepter."

"That's a pretty flimsy excuse, Stark," Pierce growled, still eyeing the case containing the weapon.

"Not an excuse, a fact. Director, tell me you didn't hear it just now. The whispering in your ear, telling you to grab the spear? That was the Mind Stone."

"I didn't hear anything," Pierce insisted.

"Yeah, that might say more about your mind than the stone."

"It did seem to be... whispering," Fury allowed.

"You are not seriously listening to these lies."

"This still doesn't explain why you are all here. And why Dr. Thorpe had on a different face," Fury ignored the Secretary.

"This new threat, it's coming for the stone in the scepter, wherever it is. We just figured it might be better if that wherever was not Earth."

"And you never thought to clue me in?" Fury demanded. "Or let me know that you were bringing a dangerous fugitive into our base?"

"Oh, like you and I haven't been dangerous fugitives ourselves in the past."

"Loki needs help," Thor interrupted, standing with his brother's body cradled limply in his arms. "I need to get him back to Asgard where our healers can tend to him."

"He is not going anywhere accept to the Raft!" Pierce insisted, not that anyone was listening.

"I thought Big Daddy didn't want anything to do with him," Stark reminded him.

"Loki is his son. He will want to help," Thor's faith in his father was touching. Tony just hoped it wasn't misplaced.

"I will not allow it," Pierce said.

"I do not ask for your consent. Friend Stark, will you look after Doctor Caroline? If fear she, too, might be in need of medical care."

Tony looked over to see Caroline sitting on the floor, head buried in her hands, sobs wracking her small body. Wordlessly he nodded to Thor.

"Very well. I will take the Scepter," Tony handed the case over to Thor with relief. His mind was his real source of power, and he had not liked being in such close proximity to a power that0 dulled it.

"Thor, I can not allow you to leave," Fury said, sounding more resigned than insistant.

"You are more than welcome to try and stop me. Now, I suggest you step aside unless you want me to have Heimdal send the Bifrost straight through the roof of this building."

It would have been funny under different circumstances to see how quickly Fury let him pass. Being a God did have its privileges, it seemed. As it was, Tony knelt next to Caroline and clumsily draped one arm over her shoulders.

"Hey, Doc. It's okay. Thor's going to fix Loki right up, and before you know it, he will be back to his old obnoxious self."

"I killed him," she whispered. "I loved him, and I killed him. Why?"

"He's not dead yet."

"Take the Doctor to the brig," Pierce insisted.

"What?" Tony looked at him in shocked disgust.

"She tried to assassinate me."

"Not hard enough."

"Stark!" Fury snapped.

"I'm taking her to the sick bay for a sedative, and then to somewhere she can rest. And as Thor said, you are welcome to try and stop me."

He might not be a God, but he did have a shiny metal suit and billions of dollars invested in Government projects. In the end they let him go.

"He'll be okay, Doc," he tried to reassure her. "He's too annoying to die."

He only hoped he was right.

So a bit of a departure here, giving the second half of the chapter to Stark. I tried to write it from Caroline's POV at first, but she was too overcome to really narrate properly. Her POV will be back next chapter. I've never written for Tony directly before, and hope it came out okay.

(ps - apparently Tony watches Stranger Things!)

Love you all!

#Loki #loki fanfic #Loki/OFC #Romance #Therapy #Mind Control #In cannon violence #Tony Stark #Thor #Fury #friends to lovers #smut in previous chapters #angst #loki needs a hug #I promise it will get better #meaning I don't do sad endings

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kitmoas · 5 months

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When does the first chapter of season two come out??? I’m so excited I can barely stand the wait!!!

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It should be out today!! (I'm just editing it a lil and then it will be posted)

Work and the holidays got me all fucked up on timing, but I'm writing the last scene now SO

#🪼non #it...doesn't have a lot of smut in it #but after this chapter it will have plenty of smut so #hmm #im sorry?#please still read it #I promise it will get better #its just a bit of a needed beginning fic #kitmoas answers #k: training grounds #marvel fanfiction

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smokysims · 1 year

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diego moved into britechester university housing in windenburg, he's doing a distinguished degree in communications!

on his first day he went to the library on campus, met a pretty girl and made a fool of himself in record time (she didn't seem to mind though hehe)

i am playing in the chrissie's corner save file for this legacy, which you can find here!

#hendrix legacy #hendrixgen1 #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #these are ugly screenies im so sorry #for the first few posts i forgot to screenshot with gshade so pls bare with the low quality #i promise it will get better

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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year

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My Hunter girlies...I am so sorry.

I promise it won’t last forever.

But I’ll start apologizing now.

#yes this is about midnight #i am very sorry #i promise it will get better

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rubysevens · 6 months

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anyway in the past week the irish government has voted down two motions which would have condemned the genocide in gaza.

i need everyone to stop lionising ireland as if its not also a european government with strong ties to the us. american weapons pass through shannon airport and will continue to, because yesterday the motion to stop that was voted down 83 to 50.

other governments have done much more but somehow people still act as though ireland is the ultimate palestinian ally and exempt from criticism on its handling of palestine bc it was once colonised, even though that past experience clearly isnt being taken into account by the irish government when creating policy.

i live here i know there’s a lot of public support and sympathy for palestine, which is great, but that isnt reflected in government, and i think ireland should be treated like other countries whose governments have done nothing.

#i mean i think theres also a discrepancy btwn the govt and the people on palestine bc there hasnt been a general election since early 2020 #before the last few rounds of aggression by israel brought it back into mainstream western discussion #but also theres a degree of privilege in ppl not having felt the need to think abt it in 2020 yk. palestinians have been thinking abt this #since 1948 #there’s also the fact that ideological support of palestine absolutely doesn’t equate to better treatment of muslims #i can promise you this country is still very islamophobic and racist no matter where you go #and i feel like that gets glossed over when ireland is treated as the ultimate ally of palestine when. realistically. it isnt #be quiet b #sorry this is like paragraphs but im becoming frustrated 👍#ive seen other posts abt this im not the first to say it they were just unrebloggable. understandably

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spam-extemporal · 1 month

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Dcxdp where Danny has been working with a hero team (did Bruce adopt him? Did he help the teen titans and got told to join them? Idk) for less than a year, maybe they knew eachother for longer, but Danny has been living with them for some months.

Now, I imagined this as a "Danny has to flee to a different dimension after a giw attack/reveal gone wrong" but it can work with other scenarios, the important thing is, death days are important for a ghost's wellbeing, but nobody knows/remembers Danny's deathday or that it's important to commemorate the dead. Maybe he hasn't told anyone yet cause he doesn't want to be a bother, or doesn't trust them enough yet.

So Danny takes the matter on his own hands, each year he goes to a quiet corner of the local graveyard, where he has a piece of marble and a small vase, he usually buys some flowers for his memorial grave and makes some fudge as an offering.

This year wasn't gonna be different, he told his team/family that he was gonna spend the day out, he chose an elegant but comfortable outfit, made some fudge, and saved it on the fridge with a note that said "phantom, do not eat".

The next part might work better with a young hero team, cause despite the note, someone took a bite of the fudge for breakfast.

Danny clearly gets mad, they didn't know, but they just ate an offering, a great offense to the dead it was offered to.

It all ends in a big fight, Danny doesn't want to admit that it was an offering for himself (it just hurts to admit that nobody remembers his death), and the other person thinks he's just having a tantrum over some fudge, like, c'mon, they can make you some if it's SO important to you 😒

And I don't know how to end it cause it came to me while falling asleep and don't remember more T-T

#i know there was a thing where Danny's fraid bonds shattered and he just runs away while the team is like #what just happened why do i feel like my family just died #want them to go running to find phantom and when they finally find the little makeshift grave they get so sad #and danny is nowhere to be found #either cause he has to go to the zone to heal or is too weak or sad and hid on the artic or something #when they finally find him there's tearful apologies and promises to not only do better. but improve communication so -#- this doesn't happen again #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dcxdp crossover #WOKE UP CRYING CAUSE OF THIS AJSHSHHSHZJA

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tinynebula · 10 months

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the more hilarious part of the reactions to the Barbie movie is seeing usamerican conservatives lose their fucking minds over something that barely even scratched the surface of a feminist narrative like if they're ever exposed to decolonial feminism it might obliterate them from existence

#also thinking about those who are like THIS IS SO PROGRESSIVE AND FEMINIST #like babe it's the absolute bare minimum i promise it gets better you just live in a puritanical hellscape 😭#barbie

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scarletlotus182 · 15 days

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I think what a lot of destiel fans forget is that outside the spn bubble most of us dislike Supernatural and anything related and have mostly heard of it against our will.

The whole destiel news meme is largely because of circumstances surrounding it and not because people were genuinely interested in what was going on in the show.

I promise you when it comes to cultural impact, Gundam, a series thats been around since '79 and it's most recent series which focused on a gay relationship ending in marriage in a country where gay marriage is not yet legal has had the bigger impact.

Everyone is begging you to step outside of your western-centric bubble

#scarlet.txt #destiel #sulemio #i tried to make this not sound mean #i promise you there will be white men to ship wherever you go #ESPECIALLY in Gundam #EDIT: Unironically destiel girlies would also get better mlm ships out of gundam #where the directors of each series actually appreciate their female fans/mlm shippers #like the series creator directly credits the female fans shipping mlm for the success of the franchise #and wrote a whole movie about the two male leads' messy relationship drama #girlies PLEASE it is safe over here #i promise

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writtenbymoonflower · 4 months

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Dinner

You have a panic attack and your boys comfort you. poly!maruaders x fem!reader

cw: panic attack, negative self talk, swearing, mention of raw chicken (ew ik)

1.7k words (it's long i'm sorry)

You never thought you would cry over chicken, but here you were. You knew that you had been having a lot of busy days as of late, there were a million things swimming about in your head. But you were managing it well, or at least you thought you were. But then it all came down.

You had bought a pack of chicken earlier in the week to cook for dinner one night. It had been on clearance so you knew it was on its way out, but you thought you would’ve had more time. You opened your fridge so you could begin cooking before your boyfriends were going to get too hungry, when you realized that the meat was out of date by a whole three days. It was something so small, yet, it sent a billion anxious thoughts jumping around your head like they were on pogo sticks, and most of them were not very nice.

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve checked the date. If you hadn't been so lazy earlier this week you wouldn’t be wasting this food. Now there was nothing to cook and your boyfriends would go hungry. They would likely end up resenting you for being a shit girlfriend and being so-

“Dolly? What are you doing over there?” Usually Sirius’ voice was a comfort to you, but right now it just added to your misery. It reminded you of all your failures and why you would never be good enough for anyone.

Tears started filling your eyes. You tried to still your shaking hands and even your breathing, but it was all too much. They were going to realize your mistake and were going to be angry. His footsteps were painful and your other boyfriends’ laughter in the other room made you wince. When Sirius finally was facing you, your attempt at a facade fell apart. He knew you too well and apparently your body just decided to give over to panic because you suddenly couldn’t catch your breath. You tried to mutter out an apology but your voice was caught in your throat and your pulse was hammering.

“ Hey.” Sirius’ dark brows scrunched in concern, his gray eyes searching your face and scanning your body for any injury. “What’s wrong?” His voice was raised in panic as you stood and shook.

Apparently Sirius’ voice triggered your other two boyfriends to barrel into the room, but you refused to look at any of them, opting to hold the chicken package behind your back and stare at the ground. James thought you looked like a small child standing in front of a broken glass, ready to be reprimanded and punished. It made his heart ache.

“Baby,” Sirius continued to beg for a response. “What’s happened? You’re scaring me.” Remus placed a soothing hand on his partner’s back while James scooted past the both of them to grab your shoulders and stoop to see your face.

“Hey, hey, hey. Sweetheart, can you look at me?” James spoke softly. He was just as concerned as the other two, but James was better at keeping his head, even though inside he wanted to sob seeing you like this. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him.

“There you go.” Remus whispered encouragement from behind James. Your chest was still heaving and you were still crying, but now they could read your face better.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I-” You choked out, hoping that if you spoke about your failure early enough they might forgive your mistake.

“Hey, not right now. Just focus on me, honey. I think you’re having a panic attack, I need you to try and steady your breathing.” James motioned the other two over, Remus getting behind you and pulling you both to the ground so he could rock you in his lap. Sirius and James sat and each took one of your hands, James putting the one he was holding on his chest, while Sirius put the other on yours. (After throwing the chicken on the counter, opting to ask questions after you could speak again.) You stifled another sob from wracking your body.

“We’ve got you, sweet girl. Just copy Prongs’ breaths, yeah?” Sirius used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet the eyes of the two boys in front of you. You could feel James’ chest rising and falling as he took deep, exaggerated breaths. Your first few were shaky and clumsy, but soon you were finally able to get a comfortable amount of air in your lungs and your tears slowed to a stop. You still felt guilty, but at least now your head wasn’t so loud. You pulled your hands back into your lap.

“There you go,” Remus soothed from behind you. “Atta girl.” He pressed gentle kisses all over the side of your neck. You could see the two boys in front of you visibly relax at your now calmer state. “Good girl, you did so well. I know that was scary.” Remus turned so you were sitting sideways in his lap and you could see all three of the boys sitting around you.

“ Thank you for helping.” You said sheepishly, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “I’m sorry I did that, I know it was a lot.”

“None of that.” Sirius said firmly. “It’s not your fault, baby. You didn’t do it to be bad, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Wrong. You thought to yourself, remembering the spoiled food now sitting on the counter.

“Can you tell us what happened, lovely?” James ducked his gaze to meet yours, his brown eyes were sad and confused and swimming with all too much love.

You really didn’t want to admit your mistake, but they deserved an explanation for your erratic behavior.

“It’s really nothing that bad.” You tried to console, as if you weren’t the one shaking on the floor not two minutes ago. “I was just-” You swallowed hard again. “I was being stupid.” You went back to picking at your nails. Your self-deprecating comment made Remus raise an eyebrow and Sirius lightly pinch your thigh.

“You weren’t. You’re never stupid, be nice.” Remus (lovingly) scolded.

“I was just, I bought this chicken.” You struggled to keep your breathing even. “I bought this chicken earlier this week and I was going to cook it, but I was too lazy these last few days and I fucked up and I-” You bit hard on your lip to keep from crying again. James desperately wanted to reprimand you for your self-cruelty, but he settled for grabbing Sirius’ hand and squeezing, not wanting to cut you off.

“Go on, sweetheart. Take your time.” James spoke even softer.

“I let the chicken go bad. I wanted to cook tonight but when I went to grab the chicken it was bad and I just- I just felt bad because I can’t do anything right. I had all week to make it and now I can’t cook for you all and I just- I just feel bad.” You took another deep breath, still not wanting to meet their eyes.

“Oh, my baby.” Sirius lunged forward, wrapping you in his arms before you could even process what was happening. Remus huffed grumpily over you being stolen from his lap, but let it go. “That’s what you were all worked up about? That’s why you were all scared?” You nodded, your face still stuck in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay,” James soothed, now smoothing a gentle path up and down your back. “That happens to everyone, sweetheart. It’s not something you need to be mad at yourself for. You didn’t do anything wrong, and you weren’t lazy. You’ve been busy and tired. It just happens.” James thought he could cry, his girl was so hard on herself that she was all panicked over something like this.

“Exactly.” Remus said. “It’s nothing we can’t fix, dove. We can go to the store tomorrow and you can make it then.” You started to protest, wanting to go tonight but you were quickly cut off. “Tomorrow.” Remus was firm, but no less kind. “You aren’t doing any work tonight. You need to rest. We’ll figure something out for dinner, it’s no trouble.”

You were going to argue but you figured it was a losing battle.

“Thought you would be mad at me.You should be mad at me. I fucked u-” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before James squawked, Sirius sputtered, and Remus inhaled sharply. Sirius forced your head out of his neck to look at you.

“What?!” He looked genuinely offended.

“Lovely,” James was the one who formed a full sentence. “We would never be mad at you for something like this. Never.” He grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “Look at us, sweet girl. No ones mad at you. We care about you, not a pack of chicken. It’s not worth you being this mean to yourself, nothing is.” He pouted during the last sentence.

“Also,” Sirius said, still being very gentle. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t just about chicken, dollface. You’ve been really stressed lately.”

“And you’ve been really hard on yourself. You always have been, but it’s gotten worse.” Remus’ voice sounding sad. You knew he was right though.

“I know.” You sighed, dejectedly. “I’ll try to be better.” You gave them all a tight-lipped smile.

“That’s what we mean!” James whined. “You don’t need to ‘be better.’ You just need to be gentle with yourself.”

“It’s just hard.” You admitted.

“I know it is, baby.” Sirius empathized. Then his face morphed into his usual grin. “How about, we all lead by example. I know I can be very nice to you.” He took your cheeks in both his hands and started pressing kisses all over your face. You giggled wetly, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “There, like that. Nice.”

“I don’t know how she is gonna do that, Pads. It’s hard to kiss your own face.” Remus attempted (and failed) to keep the amused tilt out of his voice.

“Oh no!” James dramatically gasped. “I guess we’ll just have to.” He beamed, taking your jaw in his hand to smear even more kisses on your cheeks.