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Never Give Up: Part 2

Request: Yes / No Please can we get a part 2 to Never Give Up with Callie reuniting with her brother and her/ the family supporting the brother? Anon

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Callie Adams-Foster x Brother!Reader 

Word count: 537

Warnings: Just some comfort! 

Y/N: Your Name 

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The ride home was quiet. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from me as I stared out the window, exhausted. My body felt heavy like all the fight had drained out of me the second Stef pulled me into that hug on the bridge. I still didn’t know what to think. My mind was a mess of emotions- guilt, relief, and doubt. 

Stef had already called Lena, and I knew the second I walked through that door, I was going to have to face my family. A part of me still wasn’t sure if I deserved that if I deserved them. I expected Stef or Mike to say something, maybe lecture me or tell me how stupid I had been. But they didn’t. Stef just kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. And Mike? He gave me a small nod when we pulled into the driveway like he was letting me know I wasn’t alone. I swallowed hard as I stepped out of the car, my stomach twisting with nerves. The second I stepped inside, the front door barely had time to close before I was practically tackled. 

“Y/N!” 

I barely had time to register what was happening before Callie and Jude wrapped their arms around me the tightest, holding on like they were afraid I’d disappear again. I felt Mariana and Jesus hugging me too, Brandon’s hand gripping my shoulder tightly. 

“You scared the hell out of us!” Callie’s voice cracked as she buried her face in my hoodie. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” 

Jude clung to my side, his small arms squeezing as tightly as they could. 

“We thought we lost you.” 

I didn’t realize I was shaking until I felt them holding onto me. My breath hitched, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself lean into them, let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, I really was a part of this family. 

Mariana pulled away slightly, wiping her eyes. “You’re stuck with us, okay? No getting rid of us.” 

Jesus nodded, his voice unusually serious. “Yeah, you’re our brother, whether you like it or not.” 

Brandon exhaled, shaking his head. “We were all so scared, man.” 

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry…” My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. 

Callie pulled back just enough to cup my face, her eyes full of something fierce and unbreakable. 

“You don’t have to be sorry. You just have to believe us when we say we love you.” 

Jude nodded quickly. “And that you’re not going anywhere. Ever.” 

Tears burned behind my eyes as I looked at all of them, their faces filled with nothing but love and relief. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I had to fight like I had to prove I deserved to be here. Maybe I always did. 

Lena stepped forward then, her eyes glassy as she smoothed a hand over my hair before pulling me into a warm hug. “Welcome home, sweetheart.” 

I closed my eyes, finally letting the tears spill over as I whispered. “I’m home.” 

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Anchor

Request: Yes / No Hi can I send in a fosters request where reader is Callie’s brother and the pair are protective of each other? Anon

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Callie Adams-Foster x Male!Older Brother!Reader 

Word count: 1347

Warnings: CHILD ABUSE, FOSTER SYSTEM BEING SHIT! This is pretty much based on the first episode

A/N: I kind of wanna do a part 2 of this so let me know if you guys would want that!

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The system was never kind to us. We bounced from home to home, dealing with foster parents who saw us as little more than a paycheck, and trying to keep Callie from getting into fights while also making sure Jade didn’t lose that little bit of hope he had left… it was exhausting. But that’s my job. Because if I didn’t look out for them, who would? 

We were in another temporary home, and the moment I saw the way the foster Dad looked at Callie, I knew we wouldn’t be staying long. Callie noticed it too. She always did. She was tough, but she wasn’t invincible, and neither was Jude. 

That night, Callie and I sat on the worn-down couch, whispering in hushed voices while Jude slept in the other room. 

“We need to go.” I muttered, my voice low but firm. Callie crossed her arms, her jaw tightening. 

“I know, but where?” I didn’t have an answer… not yet. 

“We’ll figure it out.” I promised. 

“We always do.” She looked at me, her tough exterior cracking just a little. 

“You always do.” 

The next morning, I walked Jude to school, making sure he was safe before heading to mine. Callie and I had already decided that we’d be back before he got home. Before our foster Dad could be alone with him. 

“Be good, okay, buddy?” I ruffled Jude’s hair, forcing a smile. He nodded, but his small hands gripped the straps of his backpack a little tighter. 

“I will.” Callie gave him a quick hug. 

“We’ll see you later, okay?” Jude hesitated. 

“You promise?” Callie and I exchanged a look before I crouched down to his level. 

“Always.” I meant it. 

That night, things got worse. Our foster Dad came home drunk, and Callie and I both knew what that meant. Callie was ready to throw herself into a fight if it meant protecting Jude, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I stood between her and the man, my fist clenched, my stance firm. 

“Don’t.” I warned, my voice low and dangerous. The man sneered, but something in my eyes must have told him I wasn’t backing down. Callie and I barely slept that night, both of us standing guard outside Jude’s room. It was time to go. 

A few weeks later, the night had already felt off. Something in the air was heavier, thick with the weight of unspoken words and quiet threats. Our foster Dad had come home drunk before, but this time, he was angrier. Meaner. 

Jude had been quiet all evening, keeping his head down like always, trying to stay invisible. But it didn’t matter. Some people just want to hurt someone. And tonight, Jude was in the crosshairs. 

I heard the commotion from the kitchen, the sharp sound of a slap then a yelp of pain. Then silence. That awful, heavy silence. And then Jude’s muffled sobs. I didn’t think. I just moved. 

By the time I got to the living room, our foster Dad had Jude cornered against the wall, towering over him. Jude clutched his stinging cheek, tears spilling down his face, his small frame trembling. 

“Hey!” My voice was sharp, my anger boiling over. 

“Get away from him!” The man turned, his glazed-over eyes locking onto me. 

“Mind your damn business, kid.” 

“He is my business.” I stepped in front of Jude, standing tall even though my heart was hammering in my chest. I barely saw the punch coming. The force of it sent me stumbling back, my ribs screaming in pain as I crashed against the couch. But I didn’t care. I scrambled up just as he lunged again. I blocked the next hit, throwing my own punch, wild, untrained, but full of fury. It barely fazed him. He shoved me back, sending me crashing into the coffee table, pain shooting up my spine. I heard Callie’s voice then, sharp and full of rage. 

“Get off him!” 

Everything happened so fast. Jude had bolted to the kitchen, but I barely had time to process it because the bastard was on me again, his fists slamming into my ribs, my face, anywhere he could land a hit. I fought back, but he was bigger. Stronger. And then, out of nowhere, a loud crack rang through the night. I looked up dazed, just in time to see Callie standing in the driveway, gripping a baseball bat, her chest heaving. The windshield of his car was shattered. Another swing, another crash. The side mirror snapped off, glass raining onto the pavement. 

“You wanna hit someone?” Callie shouted, her voice raw with fury. She swung again, denting the hood of the car. 

“Come hit me, you coward!” The distraction was enough. He turned toward her, his face red with rage, his drunken mind trying to catch up. And that’s when we heard it. Sirens. 

The flashing blue and red lights painted the streets, bouncing off the broken glass. I turned, spotting Jude standing near the kitchen doorway, clutching my beat-up old cell phone, his face pale. He called the cops. 

The sirens should’ve meant safety. They should’ve meant help. But as the flashing lights painted the streets, I felt something cold settle in my stomach. The cops stepped out, taking in the scene. Me, bruised and bleeding, Jude standing frozen in the doorway, and Callie, gripping the baseball bat with white knuckles, standing beside the wrecked car. Our foster Dad, that bastard, stubled foward, putting on a mask of innocence so quickly it made me sick. 

“She lost it!” He slurred, pointing at Callie. 

“She went crazy. Attacked my car, started screamin’ at me. I tried to calm her down, but she- she just snapped.” Lies. I could see it in his eyes… how easily he spun the story, how practiced it was. I tried to speak, but the pain in my ribs made it hard to breathe. 

“That’s not-” 

“She’s a troubled kid.” He cut me off, shaking his head. 

“She’s got a history of acting out. I tried to take these kids in, give them a home, and this is what I get?” he gestured to his car, playing the victim like it was second nature. Callie’s eyes widened, panic flickering across her face as the cops turned toward her. 

“That’s not what happened!” She snapped. 

“He was hitting them! I was trying to stop him!” One of the officers, an older guy with tired eyes, sighed. 

“Sir, did she attack you?” Our foster Dad shook his head like he was disappointed in her. 

“Nah, just my property, but I don’t feel safe with her here.” That was all they needed. The cop stepped toward Callie, pulling out his cuffs. 

“No- No wait!” I tried to move forward, but another officer held me back. 

“Miss, you’re under arrest for destruction of property.” I watched, helpless, as Callie’s hands were pulling behind her back, the cuffs snapping around her wrists. 

“He’s lying!” I yelled, my voice breaking. 

“Look at me! Look at what he did to us!” The cops barely spared me a glance. Jude clutched my sleeve, his breath coming in quick gasps, tears running down his face. 

“Please don’t take her…” His voice was so small, so broken. But they didn’t care. Callie didn’t fight as they led her to the squad car, but she turned back, locking eyes with me. Her look wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even anger. It was a promise. 

“Take care of Jude.” She said. And then they shoved her inside and slammed the door. I turned back to our foster Dad, rage boiling in my blood. 

“You did this.” I seethed. He just smiled. 

“She did it to herself, kid.” He said, voice dripping with false sympathy. Then he turned to the cops. 

“What happens now?” One of them glanced at me and Jude. 

“Until CPS fides another placement, they stay here.” 

No. 

No, no, no! 

Jude whimpered beside me, pressing himself closer, and I wanted to scream. 

We were trapped. 

Callie was gone. And we were still his.

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Never Give Up: Part 5

Request: Yes / No I don't have a plot in mind but do I would love for a part 5 of never give up? Anon

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The Adams-Foster family x Male!Reader 

Word count: 878

Warnings: Y/N struggling with anger? Should be it

Y/N: Your Name 

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The second session felt worse than the first. At least last time, Lena was there. Now, I was alone. I sat stiffly on the couch, arms crossed, my leg bouncing. Dr. Reynolds sat across from me, with the same calm expression on his face, as if he wasn’t phased by how tense I was. 

“How are you feeling today, Y/N?” 

I shrugged. “Fine.” 

He hummed. “Alright. Last time, you mentioned feeling like a burden. I want to explore that a little more, if that’s okay.” 

I tensed but didn’t say no.

“Tell me about your foster homes. What were they like?” 

I scoffed. “You mean the ones that just wanted a paycheck? Or the ones that barely tolerated me? Or maybe the ones that sent us back because they think I’m some defective product?” 

Dr. Reynolds didn’t react, just nodded. “It sounds like you felt unwanted.” 

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, no shit.” 

He stayed quiet for a moment before asking. “Did any of them make you feel safe?” 

I let out a sharp breath, shaking my head. 

“Safe?” I repeated bitterly. 

“Safe wasn’t a thing in foster care. It was knowing no one actually gave a damn about me.” My voice was rising, and my breathing getting faster. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. 

Dr. Reynolds watched me carefully. “You’re angry.” 

“No shit, Sherlock!” I snapped, glaring at him. 

“What, you think talking about this is gonna make me feel better? That digging up all this crap is gonna help?” 

“I think understanding your anger will.” His voice was still calm, even as mine was shaking. 

“Your anger isn’t the problem, Y/N. It’s what you do with it that matters.” 

I grit my teeth, my chest tightening. “What am I supposed to do? Just pretend I’m not pisssed all the time? 

“No.” He said simply. “But you can learn to control it instead of letting it control you.” 

I scoffed. “Yeah? And how am I supposed to do that?” 

Dr. Reynolds leaned forward slightly. “There are a few techniques we can try. Have you ever heard of grounding exercises?” 

I frowned. “Like… standing on the ground?” 

He almost smiled. “Not exactly. It’s a way to bring yourself back when you feel overwhelmed. One method is the 5-4-3-2-1 technique. You focus on five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste. It helped your mind slow down.” 

I let out a slow breath, still tense. “And that’s supposed to magically fix me?” 

“There’s nothing to fix, Y/N.” His voice was firm but gentle. 

“Your feelings aren’t wrong. But I want to help you find ways to handle them that don’t hurt you or other people.” I stared at the floor, my hands still trembling. 

“Would you be willing to try?” 

I hesitated, then slowly unclenched my fists, taking a shaky breath. 

“...Maybe.” 

When I stepped out of Dr. Reynold’s office, I felt like I had just run a marathon. My body was exhausted, my head was pounding, and my chest was still tight from holding in all that anger. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to do with everything he said. Lena was waiting for me in the lobby, scrolling through her phone. When she looked and saw me, her eyes immediately scanned my face like she was trying to figure out if I was okay. 

I shoved my hands in my pockets. “Can we just go?” 

She didn’t push, just nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” 

The ride home was quiet, aside from the hum of the radio. I stared out the window, still gripping onto the tension in my chest, even though the session was over. Lena didn’t say anything, but I could feel her glancing at me every now and then. When we got back to the house, I barely had a chance to take my shoes off before Callie popped her head around the corner. 

“How’d it go?” She asked, her voice gentle but curious. 

I shrugged, not meeting her eyes. “It was fine.” 

Callie frowned. “That’s all you’re gonna say?” 

What else is there to say?” I muttered, kicking off my shoes and heading for the stairs. 

“Y/N-” 

“I’m gonna go lie down.” I interrupted, already halfway up. 

I didn’t wait for a response. I just shut my bedroom door behind me and flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My hands were still shaking. My head was still racing. I clenched my fists again. 

Five things I can see… 

The ceiling. The window. My hoodie on the chair. The lightbulb. The crack in the wall from when I punched it. 

Four things I can touch… 

The blanket. My pillow. The cool metal of my belt buckle. The rough fabric of my jeans. 

Three things I can hear… 

The hum of the heater. Callie and Lena talking downstairs. A car passing outside. 

Two things I can smell… 

My shampoo. The faint scent of coffee from this morning. 

One thing I can taste… 

The lingering bitterness of my own frustration. 

I exhaled, my hands slowly unclenching. The shaking lessened, just a little. Maybe this wasn’t complete bullshit after all. 

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Never Give Up

Request: Yes / No Hey there can u plz write a Callie (the fosters) sibling story where the sibling struggles with self worth, gets into lots of fights but Callie never gives up on him? Anon

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Callie Adams-Foster x Brother!Reader 

Word count: 1426

Warnings: THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE! 

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Callie’s POV*

I sat on the house's front steps, my heart pounding as I waited for Y/N to come home. Again. It was routine at this point- waiting, worrying, and hoping he wouldn’t return with fresh bruises or another black eye. Jude sat beside me, his small hands fidgeting in his lap. 

“Do you think he’s okay?” He asked softly. His brown eyes were wide, full of concern. 

I sighed. “I hope so, Judicorn.” 

We didn’t have to wait much longer. The front gate creaks, and Y/N walks up the driveway, his hoodie pulled up over his head. I could see the fresh split on his lip, the redness around his knuckled 

“Another fight?” I asked, standing up. 

Y/N rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t my fault.” 

“It never is.” I shot back, folding my arms. “Who was it this time?” 

“Just some guy who wouldn’t shut up.” He muttered. He brushed past us, heading toward the door. 

I grabbed his arm. “You can’t keep doing this, Y/N.” 

He yanked away. “What do you care?” 

Jude stood up. “We do care! You’re our brother!” 

Y/N scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. For now.” 

My stomach twisted. He always talked like this, like any second he was going to be sent away, like he wasn’t really part of our family. And now, I was scared he might be right. That night, I overheard Stef and Lena talking in the kitchen. 

“He’s just so angry all the time.” Stef said, rubbing her forehead. 

“We have five other kids to think about. What if he hurts someone?” 

Lena sighed. “I know. But bouncing from home to home isn’t helping him. He needs stability.” 

“We have to consider what’s best for everyone.” Stef said gently. “Maybe another home-” 

I didn’t wait to hear the rest. She stormed into the kitchen. “You can’t just give up on him!” I snapped. 

Lena and Stef looked startled. 

“Callie…” Sted started. “...we’re not giving up, but we have to-” 

“No! That’s what everyone else has done! His whole life, people have given up on him! Our parents, our old foster homes- everyone! You can’t do that to him!” 

Jude appeared behind me, his voice small but firm. “Please don’t send him away.” 

Lena’s face softened. “Sweetie, we’re just trying to figure out what’s best for him.” 

“What’s best for him is knowing that someone actually wants him.” I argued. “I get that he’s not perfect, but neither and I and you never gave up on me.” 

Stef and Lena exchanged a glance. 

“Please.” Jude whispered. 

Stef sighed. “Okay. We won’t make any decisions without talking to him first.” 

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Thank you.” 

*Y/N’s POV*

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I only came downstairs to grab some water, but the second I heard my name, I froze in the hallway. 

“He’s just so angry all the time.” Stef’s voice was tired, exasperated. 

“We have five other kids to think about. What if he hurts someone?” 

My stomach dropped. 

Lena sighed. “I know. But bouncing from home to home isn’t helping him. He needs stability.” 

“We have to consider what’s best for everyone.” Steff said gently. “Maybe another home-” 

I didn’t stick around to hear the rest. I turned and bolted up the stairs, my heart pounding so hard it made my head spin. 

I knew it. 

I knew this would happen. 

I wasn’t stupid. I saw the way they looked at me after every fight, the way they whispered when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t belong here. I never did. I walked into the bedroom I shared with my baby brother Jude, closing the door as quietly as I could. I sat on the bed, staring at my hands- the same hands that had thrown so many punches, the same hands that everyone seemed to be afraid of. 

I wasn’t good enough for this family. 

I wasn’t good enough for any family. 

And if I left now, I’d just end up in another group home, another foster house where no one really wants me. Where they’ll just wait for me to screw up so they can send me away all over again. 

I can’t keep doing this. 

I won’t. 

I swallowed hard and forced myself to stand. I grabbed my hoodie and slipped out of the room, careful not to let anyone hear. Then, I crept down the stairs and out the front door. No one would miss me. 

*Callie’s POV*

I felt an uneasy feeling twisting in my gut. I tried to shake it off, but something felt wrong. And then I heard Jude’s voice, panicked and trembling, from the hallway. 

“Callie?” 

I got up immediately. “Jude? What’s wrong?” 

He stood in the doorway, his face pale. “Y/N’s not here.” 

The uneasy feeling in my stomach turned into full-blown panic. I rushed back Jude to their shared bedroom. Empty. No hoodie on the floor. The window was cracked open. 

I turned to Jude, who was already on the verge of tears. “When was the last time you saw him?” 

“Before we went to bed.” 

I sucked in a sharp breath, already moving toward the stairs. “Stef! Lena!” 

Seconds later, they came rushing out of their room, eyes still heavy with sleep. 

“What’s wrong?” Stef asked. 

“It’s Y/N. He’s gone.” 

Lena immediately went into mom-mode, hurrying down the stairs to check the front door. Stef’s face went blank for a second before she nodded to herself. 

“I’ll call Mike.” 

Jude sniffled beside me. “Where do you think he went?” 

I didn’t know. But I had a bad feeling. And I knew we had to find him before it was too late. 

Brandon, Jesus, Mariana, and I split up into pairs as we wandered the streets. The cold air bit at my skin, but I barely noticed. My mind was focused on one thing. Finding Y/N. He had to be somewhere. He couldn’t have gone far, right? 

Mariana hugged her arms around herself. “Where do you think he’d go?” 

I shook my head. “I don’t know. But he thinks he’s not wanted. He thinks Moms are going to send him away.” My throat tightened. “He wouldn’t just run… I think he might-” I couldn’t finished the sentence. 

Jesus put a hand on my shoulder, his face serious. “Then we need to find him now.” 

*Y/N’s POV*

The wind howled around me as I sat on the edge of the bridge, staring down at the water below. It was so far down. But it didn’t scare me. Nothing scared me anymore. I could still hear their voices in my head- Stef saying they had five other kids to think about, Lena worrying that I was too angry. 

I was too angry. 

Too much of a burden. 

And if I wasn’t here anymore, maybe things would be easier for everyone. I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers tightening on the metal railing. I wasn’t worth the trouble. I never had been. I took a shaky breath, leaning forward slightly. 

“Y/N!” 

I froze. 

That voice. 

It was Stef. 

I turned my head slightly and saw her running toward me, Mike right behind her. 

I blinked, completely caught off guard. “What-” 

“Don’t.” Stef’s voice was firm but gentle. “Please don’t.” 

I stared at her, my mind spinning. “Why are you here?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. 

Stef slowed to a stop a few feet away, her hands up like she was afraid I’d slip if she moved too fast. 

“Because you’re my son. Because we love you. Because we’re not giving up on you.” 

I shook my head, my throat burning. “You were talking about sending me away.” 

Stef took another step forward. “We were worried, Y/N. But we never wanted to lose you.” 

I swallowed hard. “You came looking for me?” 

Stef’s eyes were glossy. “Of course we did.” 

I exhaled shakily, looking back at the water. They actually came. Even after everything…they still wanted me. My hands trembled as I gripped the railing, my body suddenly feeling so, so tired. I didn’t want to do this anymore. Not like this. 

Stef stepped closer. “Come here, sweetheart.” 

I hesitated for only a second before I let go of the railing and let her pull me into a tight hug. And for the first time in a long time… I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t as alone as I thought. 

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Never Give Up: Part 4

Request: Yes / No  Continuation of the healing journey of y/n with Callie's support for a new part of Never Give Up please? This serious is amazing! Anon

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Adams-Foster Family x Male!Reader 

Word count: 1225

Warnings: Getting jumped, should be it

Y/N: Your Name 

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The drive was quiet. I stared out the window, my hands gripping my backpack strap so tightly my knuckles turned white. My stomach churned with nerves, and every second that passed only made it worse. Lena must’ve noticed because she glanced at me while stopping at a red light. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” 

I shrugged. “Yeah.” It was a lie. I wasn’t okay. 

Lena hummed, not calling me out on it but not believing me either. 

“It’s normal to feel nervous. First sessions can be a little overwhelming, but you don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to.” 

I nodded, but my chest still felt tight. I wasn’t even sure why I was so anxious. It wasn’t like I had to spill my guts the second I walked in, right? But what if the therapist thought I was overreacting? What if they thought I was just being dramatic? Before I knew it, Lena was pulling into the parking lot in front of a small brick building. My heart pounded as she parked. 

“We can go in whenever you’re ready.” She said gently, giving me space to breathe. I exhaled shakily. I wasn’t ready, but if I waited any longer, I’d probably never go in. 

“Let’s get this over with…” I muttered, opening the door. 

The room was… fine. It wasn’t cold or sterile like I had imagined. It was warm, with bookshelves, a couch, and a desk, but I still felt out of place. The therapist, Dr. Reynolds, was an older man with glasses and a calm demeanor. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He said with a small smile. 

“Have a seat, wherever you feel comfortable.” 

I hesitated before sitting on the couch, Lena taking the chair beside me. My leg bounced anxiously. Dr. Reynolds sat across from me, relaxed but watchful. 

“I know therapy can be nerve-wracking at first. I want you to know this is a safe space. There’s no pressure and whatever you share is up to you.” 

I nodded, but something about the way he looked at me made me feel… analyzed. Like he was already picking me apart. 

“So, what brings you here today?” He asked, his voice even. I swallowed, glancing at Lena. She gave me an encouraging look. 

I sighed. “I don’t know. I just… I guess I messed up.” 

Dr. Reynolds tilted his head. “Messed up how?” 

I felt my jaw clench. “I don’t know. Isn’t that your job to figure out?” 

Lena touched my arm lightly, a silent reminder to breathe, but my frustration was bubbling. Dr. Reynolds didn’t react, just nodded like my defensiveness was expected. 

“I’m not here to tell you who you are, Y/N. I’m here to help you understand what you’re feeling.” 

I scoffed. “I know what I’m feeling. I feel like everyone’s waiting for me to break again. Like no matter what I do, I’m always going to be the screw-up they have to fix.” 

Lena frowned. “That’s not true, sweetheart.” 

Dr. Raynolds studied me. “It sounds like you think you’re a burden.” 

The word hit a nerve. My chest tightened. My hands curled into fists. 

“Aren’t I?” I snapped. 

“Everyone’s always worrying about me! Always watching me! I can’t breathe without feeling like I’m messing something up!” 

Lena reached for my hand, but I pulled away, standing abruptly. 

“This was a mistake.” My voice shook with anger and shame. 

“I knew this was a bad idea!” 

Lena stood too. “Sweetheart, take a deep breath, okay?” 

Dr. Reynolds, still calm, spoke before she could say more. 

“It’s alright, Lena. This is actually pretty normal for someone with Y/N’s background.” 

I froze. “My background?” 

He nodded. “Kids who’ve been through what you have- foster care, loss, instability- they often struggle with trust and feeling like they belong. Feeling like a burden is common, but it’s not the truth. It’s something your past experiences taught you, and we can work through that together.” 

I clenched my jaw, my body rigid. But something in his words stopped me from bolting. Lena reached out again, softer this time. 

“You don’t have to run, sweetheart. You’re safe.” 

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. I didn’t sit back down, but I didn’t leave either. Dr. Reynolds nodded. Slowly and cautiously, I forced my legs to move, sinking back down onto the couch. I avoided both their eyes, staring at the floor as I tried to get my breathing under control. Dr. Reynolds gave me a moment before he spoke. 

“Y/N, you said you think you messed up. What happened that made you feel that way?” 

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. The words were there, but saying them out loud felt impossible. My hands curled into my sleeves and my voice was barely above a whisper when I finally spoke. 

“I heard them talking about rehoming me.” 

Lena sucked in a breath beside me. “Sweetheart-” 

I shook my head. “I heard you and Stef…” I said sharply, my voice thick with emotion. 

“You said I get in too many fights. That I’m too angry. That I’m too much for you to handle.” My hands trembled as I gritted my teeth. 

“I get it. I know I’m a problem. I know you have other kids to worry about…” 

Dr. Reynolds looked between us before turning to Lena. 

“Lena, can you explain what happened?” 

Lena’s expression was pained. “We were worried…” She admitted softly. 

“We were scared for the other kids. We just didn’t know what to do.” She exhaled shakily. “But Callie and Jude-” 

My head snapped up. “What?” 

Lena gave me a small, sad smile. “They stood up for you. Callie said people have given up on you your whole life, and that’s the problem, no one ever stays. She told us you just needed someone to try. And Jude…” Her voice wavered. 

“Jude said you’re his brother. That you belong with us.” 

I stared at her, stunned, something deep inside me cracking open. My throat tightened, and I looked down at my hands, my vision blurring. A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it, and quickly wiped it away. 

Dr. Reynolds leaned forward slightly. “Y/N, what’s coming up for you right now?” 

I shook my head, my hands tightening into fists in my lap. 

“Y/N?” 

I inhaled shakily, my chest aching, before finally whispering. “I went to a bridge.” 

The room went silent. Lena stiffened beside me. 

Dr. Reynolds’ voice was steady. “What happened at the bridge, Y/N?” 

I exhaled sharply. “I… I wanted to drop. Into the water. Just let it take me.” My voice broke, and I squeezed my eyes shut, tears slipping free.  

“I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. I just wanted it to stop.” 

Lena let out a soft, broken sound and before I could react, she pulled me into her arms. I stiffened at first, but when she didn’t let go, something in me gave in. My fingers clutched onto her sleeve, and I let myself cry. 

“You’re not a burden, sweetheart.” She whispered. “You never were.” 

Dr. Reynolds let the moment settle before speaking. “Y/N, I’m really glad you’re here. You don’t have to carry this alone anymore.” I wasn’t sure I believed him, but for the first time in a long time, I wanted to. 

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Never Give Up: Part 3

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Callie Adams-Foster x Brother!Reader 

Word count: 671

Warnings: Mentions of suicide attempt, should be it though

Y/N: Your Name 

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The house had settled down. After the emotional whirlwind of my return, everyone had finally let me breathe, though their worried glances hadn’t stopped. I didn’t blame them. I hadn’t exactly given them a reason to trust I was okay. I was sitting on the floor of Callie and Mariana’s room, my back against her bed, staring at my hands. She was lying on her stomach on the bed above me, propped up on her elbows, watching me. Neither of us had said anything for a while, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was just… there. 

“I meant what I said.” Callie finally broke the quiet, her voice softer than usual. 

“You don’t have to be sorry.” 

I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair. “I do, though. I put you all through hell. I don’t even know how to-” 

“You don’t have to fix it.” 

I turned my head to look at her, confused. “What?” 

She sat up, crossing her legs. “You don’t have to fix anything. You’re not broken, Y/N.” 

I swallowed hard, looking away. “It doesn’t feel that way.” 

She nodded like she understood exactly what I meant, and maybe she did. She’d been through her own storms and had her own demons that tried to convince her she didn’t belong. 

“You scared me.” She admitted. “I kept thinking… what if we never found you? What if you didn’t come back?” 

I closed my eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

She hesitated before whispering. “Were you trying to…? 

I sighed. “I just… I needed to get away. My head felt like it was caving in and I didn’t know how to stop it.” 

Callie was quiet for a moment before she shifted closer, sitting beside me on the floor. 

“I get it.” She murmured. “I’ve been there.” 

I glanced at her, searching her face. “How do you make it stop?” 

She exhaled, tucking her knees to her chest. “You don’t. Not all at once, anyway. But you learn how to deal with it. You stop trying to do it alone.” 

I nodded slowly, absorbing her words. 

A long pause settled between us before I finally spoke again. 

“I think I need help.” The admission felt heavy, but also… right. 

Callie didn’t look surprised. If anything, she looked relieved. 

“You should talk to Moms.” She said gently. “They’ll help you find someone.” 

My throat felt tight, but I nodded. “Yeah. I think I will.” 

She nudged my shoulder. “Proud of you, you know.” 

I let out a weak chuckle. “I haven’t done anything yet.” 

“Doesn’t matter.” She bumped me again. “You’re trying. That’s enough.” 

The next morning, I stood in the kitchen doorway, watching as Lena poured herself a cup of coffee while Stef flipped through the morning paper. They hadn’t noticed me yet, and for a second, I almost turned around. But then Lena looked up and smiled softly. 

“Morning, sweetheart.” 

Stef glanced over her newspaper and quirked a brow. “What’s up, kid?” 

I shifted on my feet, suddenly feeling like a little kid again. 

“Uh… can I talk to you guys?” 

Lena set down her mug immediately. “Oh course.” 

I hesitated, forcing myself to meet their eyes. “I think I need to see a therapist.” 

Their reactions were instant. Lena’s eyes softened even more, and Stef gave a small nod like she had been waiting for me to say it.

“We think that’s a great idea.” Lena said gently. 

Stef reached across the table, squeezing my hand. 

“We’re really proud of you for saying that.” 

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You already know someone, don’t you?” 

Lena chuckled. “We might have looked into a few options… just in case.” 

I let out a breath, nodding. “Okay… Yeah… let’s do it.” 

Stef squeezed my hand again. “We’ll be with you every step of the way, kid.” 

For the first time in a long time, I believed them. I wasn’t alone, and maybe I was going to be okay. 

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Party Fling: Part 2

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Jesus Adams-Foster x Fem!Reader

Word count: 459

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

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A few weeks went by and I would catch Jesus staring at me during class, lunch, whenever I was hanging out with Mariana or Callie. Hell he even stole some glances at me when he was with Lexi. I noticed how their relationship started breaking down and I had mixed feelings about this. I of course had a huge crush on Jesus since middle school, but at the same time I was the reason his relationship was in trouble. I wondered if Lexi knew what happened the night of the party, but she would have probably slapped me or something. Not to mention Mariana would be pissed that I did that to her best friend. 

I was talking to that guy I made-out with, who’s name I still couldn’t remember. He was telling me about something stupid that happened in his class, I think. I honestly couldn’t care. I needed to leave this stupid conversation. 

“Hey, I just remembered I have to help my brother with something, I’ll see you around?” I said with a smile and he nodded. 

“Oh, alright, see ya.” He said and I walked off. 

I was walking down the hall and then was suddenly pulled into an empty classroom. The person clamped a hand over my mouth and I looked up to see Jesus. I pushed him off me and looked at him confused. 

“What the hell dude?” I asked.

“I need to talk to you.” He said and I raised a brow at him. 

“And you couldn’t just come up to me and say hey I gotta talk to you?” I asked and he shrugged. 

“I thought you wouldn’t talk to me…” He said and I sighed. 

“What do you want Jesus?” I asked. 

“Lexi and I broke up.” He said and I felt my heart skip a beat. 

“Okay, so?” I asked, not letting him know how excited that made me. 

“I just couldn’t stop thinking of you. Lexi’s nothing compared to you, she’s selfish, only really cares what other people think of her, and she’s not even staying here. You’re fun-loving, you don’t care what anyone thinks of you, and Y/N, I think I love you.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“W-What?” I asked, I could feel my cheeks heating up. 

“I love you Y/N.” He said pulling me to him by my waist. 

“I-I’ve loved you since middle school.” I whispered and blushed. He lifted my head to face him and smiled. 

“Let me take you on a date, tonight.” He said and I nodded. 

“It’s a date.” I said and pecked his lips. 

“I’ll see you tonight, you know where I live!” I called as I walked out of the classroom and to my next class. 

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