i love how in lego friends goam, we see all these different issues related to the girls. like not just their simple struggles each episode, but these deep rooted things.
mia hates confronting her feelings so she uses humour and sarcasm as a coverup. i especially loved the episode where she was struggling to cope with the idea that soon she’ll be an adult who has to do adult things.
olivia is very big on being successful and knowledgeable. whenever she lacks knowledge or achieves a goal in something, she instantly gets upset. i also love the episodes acknowledging her divorced parents and how she feels about it.
stephanie, much like olivia, prides herself on being successful and is a big overachiever. she’s very much a perfectionist and is hard on herself when she feels useless. i mean we had that whole moment where she was temporarily forced to stay in bed due to her broken leg. not being able to move around was eating her up. she felt bad being in the shadow of her older sister and just wants to be seen.
emma is definitely the happy go lucky, optimistic, goofy character. but she still struggles with feelings, emotions, and overstimulation. she’s very much a girl of justice and will do anything to defend her thoughts and feelings. the episode ripping the emotions away from her was so sad to see because emma is very big on expressing herself through her emotions and art.
andrea is very much an enjoyer of the spotlight, but god, this girl is filled to the brim in anxiety. she worries a lot about everything. she’s agitated with lots of things. she has big thoughts and big ideas, but sometimes they get the best of her. the episodes of her not being able to speak was crazy because it was torture for andrea to not be able to verbalize anything
Hug Me Like You Mean It - Complete - a Jamie Tartt & Roy Kent centric fic
Relationship: Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt (written as platonic but it’s very fluffy so can be read as romantic)
Characters: Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Phoebe, Roy’s sister, James Tartt Sr, Sam Obisanya, Ted Lasso & others of the team mentioned
Chapter wordcount: 4.182
Total wordcount: 19.405
Story summary:
The day had been amazing; his semi-insults had gotten Roy to bite back, which had slowly turned into teasing and even laughing. Jamie was feeling so fucking wonderful that he just couldn’t help but blurt it out. I love you, Roy. Well, shit. Now he had to deal with that.
Jamie panics and Roy thinks a lot before just simply hugging him. But then Jamie refuses to let go…
How will they deal with this? Cuddling of course..!
Link to Chapter 1
Link to the final chapter (5)
Chapter 5 summary:
Roy is not good at dealing with this kind of stress but Phoebe's hospital visit takes days so he just can't help it. He takes it out on Jamie. How will they deal?
Summary: Alex hasn’t been feeling quite herself, Dean is there to listen.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Alex, aka me (platonic)
Word Count: 1.5K+
Warnings: Language, angst, talks of anxiety
THIS ONE COULD BE LEGIT TRIGGERING, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE AT ALL CONCERNED THAT IT MAY NOT BE SAFE FOR YOU.
Author’s Note: Hey guys, I’ve had a really rough couple of days, some of the darkest I have ever seen in myself, so I spit out these words to try and make some sense of my own feelings. It was cathartic and I feel like I’m getting to a place where I can be alright. This is a love letter to myself, so enjoy, or don’t, it is for me ultimately. I figured I would share to remind everyone that we are not alone in our struggles. Special thanks to @waywardbeanie without whom I would not have made it through this hump. Thanks for always being my champion, and of course the gratuitous Jensen photos. Also, this is completely unedited, just rough and raw feelings. xo Alex
The sounds of Dean’s boots hitting the tile of the bunker echoed down the hall as he made his way inside. The hunter wiped the grease from his hands as he stepped into the war room, his eyes going straight to his little brother in front of a computer in the library.
“Hey, Sammy.” Sam hummed a noncommittal reply as Dean came up next to the table. “Still looking for another hunt.”
“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “Nothing out there right now. It’s almost eerily silent.”
Dean nodded to himself. Times like these were rare, but he enjoyed them all the same. Sometimes it was nice to enjoy the silence for a little while. Only there was one thing nagging him today, or rather not nagging him.
“Have you talked to Alex today?” Dean continued to work the oil out from his nails beds, his tongue peeking out between his lips in concentration.
Sam furrowed his brow as he thought, his head cocking as the realization hit him. “No actually, now that you mention it. I haven’t even heard her rummaging around in the kitchen.”
“She was weird when she went to bed last night. Quiet.” Dean commented.
“Alex, quiet?”
“Yeah, when she’s upset.” Dean chewed on his bottom lip. “Except I figured she would just sleep it off. She usually does.” Which was true, Alex was rarely ever in a mood and when she was, like almost every girl he had ever met, all he had to do was feed her or put her to bed. The woman was basically a gremlin but with more complex thoughts.
“Just because we haven’t seen her doesn’t mean anything. You know how much she loves getting lost in all these books.” Sam countered. The younger Winchester ran his fingers through his long brown locks and shrugged off Dean’s obvious worry.
“Nope.” Dean shook his head. “Alex always brings me lunch when I’m working on Baby.”
“Dude, she is not your mother.”
“I know that, Sammy.” Dean wasn’t sure what exactly Sam was trying to insinuate. Dean loved her cooking and if she wanted to make him food, why should he deny her that. Besides, Dean always made sure she ate with him, no matter how much she would insist that she had some other thing to do. “But come on, you said it yourself. This is not like her.”
Dean turned on his heel and hopped down the steps towards their bedrooms. He took a pit stop in the kitchen to wash his hands before continuing down the hall to room twelve. He raised a fist and rapped his knuckles against the heavy wooden door.
“Al,” he called, squinting his eyes as he listened for a response. After a moment of no response, he gritted his teeth. “Okay, I’m coming in.” The hunter turned the knob to the door and let himself in, pushing the door in hesitantly.
Only one of her bedside lamps was on, casting a small orange glow in the corner of the room. There was an Alex sized lump in the center of the bed where she was mostly hidden under the covers. Dean could see the glow of her phone falling over her pillows. She didn’t even stir when the door creaked.
“Really, no sarcastic remark about entering your room?”
The woman who had lain hiding away in her room all day, sighed and locked her phone before sitting up. The covers fell to her waist and the chill of the bunker caused a shiver to run through her. She ran her fingers through her burgundy locks in an attempt to straighten out the rat’s nest that had settled there.
Alex rubbed her eyes, “What’s up Dean?”
He couldn’t help the frown on his face as he took in the distance look in her eye. “Al, are you okay?”
She looked away from his gaze, and off towards the opposite corner of the room as she pulled her knees into her chest. Dean watched her for a moment, her hands rubbing up and down her bare arms. Even in the low light of the bedroom, Dean noticed the way her eyes began to water.
“Oh, sweetheart. Do you want to talk about it?” Dean sat down on the end of her bed, angling his body to face her. Alex shook her head, holding back the full-blown tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. “Okay, well can I just sit with you then?”
The pair of them sat in silence before she could no longer take it. Dean had proved to her that he had no intention of leaving without getting her to talk. As much as she hated sharing the deepest secrets running around in her brain, she also knew talking some of it out would help the anxiety churning in her stomach.
“I don’t know, Dean. I mean half the time I don’t even understand my triggers myself. I just get this… this anxiety bubble that settles in the pit of my stomach.” She gestured about with her hands. “And then my mind just tells me everything wrong with my life.”
“Like?”
The woman scoffed, “Oh you know the usual. You aren’t good enough, your friends only tolerate you, why do you even try.” Alex gripped her hair and tugged at the roots. “And you know what that’s not even the part that gets me. I can work around that.”
“Then what has got you holed up in your room all day?” Dean gripped her wrist and forced her to let go of her hair. He could see her chewing on the inside of her cheek, contemplating her answer.
“It’s just that I had gotten so used to being alone that it had become my new normal. And to be honest, I was okay with that, I had reconciled being alone forever. That’s the type of life we live as hunters.” Her voice had risen as her frustration had. Never before had she ever been this down, and it scared her more than anything. Before she could have at least pretended that she had everything under control, but now things were spiraling and she had nothing to grasp onto to keep from floating away.
“I love you and Sam. You are my family. But being around people is draining me. You two bicker at every given opportunity and not mention are just loud men in general. Then there is Jack who is literally an infant, which you know I can not handle as I have told you multiple times I do not want kids. This place has become...like sensory overload, even on my best days. At the end of the day, I feel like I have no battery left and I can’t recharge overnight. I’ve been running on empty for too long and that has forced me to put up a mask for you two because I didn’t want to lose you. But I can’t do it anymore.” She took a shuddering breath as the tears were breaking free. “I’m just tired, Dean.”
He nodded as he absorbed everything that she was telling him. If Dean knew one thing about Alex, it was that she didn’t let people into that dark side of her. She was always the first person to be there for everyone else in their moment of need and had the tendency to downplay her own struggles if it meant that the attention was not on her. There was nothing that made her more uncomfortable than the attention on her. He had to choose his words carefully.
“Okay, first off, I know you think that you are this pro at putting up a front to hide the person you are inside, but I hate to break it to you, you aren’t. I can see right through that facade. I see when you are hurting and when you are genuinely happy. I see when you want to cry and when you are playful. I see you sweetheart, don’t ever doubt that.”
“Second, don’t ever believe you are better off alone. Just because you had gotten used to it doesn’t mean it is what you deserve. You are a strong, beautiful, and empathetic woman. The world deserves to have you out there. I know for me and Sam, our world has never been brighter than when you came crashing into our lives, literally.” They both chuckled at his reference to her being thrown into Dean at the hunt that brought them into each other’s lives.
“And lastly, all you had to do was tell me. Take a car from the garage and go for a drive if that’s what you need. Spend all day in here mindlessly scrolling through the internet, or dissociating while watching the office for the millionth time. And if you just need me to sit quietly with you, I’ll be there. I know you only have so much in you, but sweetheart, having even only a little of you is worth so much more than none of you.”
“Dean-”
“You don’t have to say anything. Take your time, we will be here when you are ready. Just come back to us, okay?” Alex nodded, the tears flowing freely now. Dean reached over and brushed away a tear with his thumb.
“Now that we have established that, I know you haven’t eaten all day. Are you hungry?” Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.
“Mmm, I guess I could eat,” she sniffled.
“That's what I thought. But what should we have…” Dean trailed off before leaning over the edge of the bed and plucking an orange box from underneath. “How about your not-so-secret stash of cheez-its?”
Alex’s jaw dropped, having truly thought the boys had no clue about her stash under the bed. The boys always went through a box far too fast and she never got any so now she had learned to buy her own box for safekeeping. “Dean Winchester, you give me those back!” She squealed, the infectious grin on the hunter’s face enough to lighten her heart at that moment for a genuine smile to crack on her tear-stained face. She reached out to snatch the box away from him, only for Dean to pull it out of her reach.
“I don’t think so, we are all out in the pantry and you’ve got my favorite flavor.”
