#the family! au chucky

[cornerofhell]

Tiffany: ANDY! What the hell, I have been worried sick!

Andy: Calm down mom, I took them to the mall to hang out.

Chucky: The mall closes at nine, kid. It's 12 o'fucking clock

Andy: We stopped off for ice cream!

Glenda: WHEN THE FUCK DID WE GET ICE CREAM?!

[fairchilds-glasses]

I just found this Snapchat video that I completely forgot about so

@nicascurls @barclaysangel

This is literally what happens everytime Rachel goes to the cabin to see Nica, Andy and Alice (she’s only there for Alice)

Just does not put her down 😂

Have I had this video saved since 2017? Maybe

[cult-of-dollbabies]

"Chucky & Tiffany are good parents."

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Chucky/Tangled AU

(( Closed Rp With @barclaysangel <3 ))

*Prince Julian Wheeler was the first born to King Andy and Queen Nica, with the boy being loved by many throughout the kingdom ever since his birth had been announced. In fact, he was a miracle child, as Queen Nica had gotten sick shortly before he was born. However, she was given a magical healing flower In the form of a stew for her to drink, which saved her life as well as Julian's. But sadly, only a few nights after the prince was born, he was taken away by a mysterious elderly man In the middle of the night and was gone just like that. And since then, the king and queen, as well as the rest of the kingdom, would light lanterns and release them Into the night sky every year on his birthday, hoping that one day, their lost prince would come home*

*It remained this way for the next eighteen years as the prince grew older, with the elderly man keeping him locked away In a far off tower, his hair growing long as It was found out to be the secret to keeping the man young. All It took was a simple song and the boy's hair would grow a bright gold and would not only keep the man young, but could heal any wound he could possibly have. Julian spent most of his days alone as the man he thought was his father, named Charles, would be gone almost the whole day as Julian filled the tower's walls with multiple paintings and sketches as well as did many other tasks throughout his day, such as cooking, cleaning, reading, sewing, and even brushing his extremely long and curly hair to keep him occupied. He did this every day, pretty much like a daily routine, one that he would often find himself getting bored over as Charles had feared him away from ever leaving the tower, saying that the outside world was a dark and dangerous place filled to the brim with horrible and scary people that wanted to harm him*

*So, the prince remained In the tower all day and every day, just taking care of his daily tasks until his so-called father decided to return from whatever expedition he decided to go on for the day. But Julian was particularly excited since his eighteenth birthday was coming up In a couple of days and he was ready to Inform his father on the matter as he painted over a new spot he found In the tower alongside his pet chameleon and only friend, Lydia*

[barclaysangel]

Junior survives and lives with Miss Fairchild AU @fairchilds-glasses

Rachel, teaching Junior how to drive: This navigation system is all messed up.

Rachel: It thinks we're in a park.

Rachel, looking up: Oh, my god! It is a park! Away from the kids! Aim for the lake!

Junior, screaming and trying to drive: Oh my god! I don't want to die!

[kings-paintbrush]

about to binge read all the Breaking The Dollhouse au posts and probably make fanart wish me luck soldiers

[lexyscross]

Oh, the feminine urge to write an AU where the Rays are serial killers, but they're also still a loving, seemingly "wholesome" All-American Family.

I know, I know, I know, we love that Peter and Elizabeth were just 2 normal, nice people, but I just think about Chucky's lying ass "killing is a family tradition," and my brain can't help but fly away! 🥺

[nicascurls]

I had a thought: considering the fact that Tiffany was referred to as Alice's legal guardian in Cult, I have now decided that within the Final Family AU Glen, Glenda and GG all call Alice their little sister after finding out about her.

[rroaddkill]

DRAMA!!!

A new user has entered the conversation 👀👀! (A Rude) Welcome to Andy Barclay!

(For legal reasons this is all fake, fake accounts on a fake app written purely for morbid entertainment reasons, no one is in any actual danger! These are all fictional characters!!)

[xhellodollyx]

Amy is pretty much cursed from the moment she's born that her downfall in life will be her parents—that their actions lead her down the path of selling her own soul and ultimately dying later on in life because of them. She knows it, they start to realize it, and nothing can be done about it. 😊

[streets-in-paradise]

Andy * trying to make a point to the kids as part of his advice*: In life the only thing that you get for free is disgrace.

*someone knocks the door*

Andy * answers and finds Tiffany at the other side*

Andy: See? You name her and she comes.

[marvelmaniac715]

I love watching the Addams Family live action movies and I love the Chucky franchise, so what did I do? I combined them of course! This is the story of Charles Ray-Addams, a descendant of the original Addams clan, and his family - his lovely wife and twin children, along with his best friend, the reanimated corpse of Eddie Caputo. The neighbourhood in which they reside lives in fear.

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John Oak nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt. He was just an elementary school teacher, he wasn’t used to doing home visits. But there was a family in this neighbourhood who had two young children and refused to send them to school or register them as homeschooled, so John had been sent to enrol the two six year olds as soon as possible.

The house he was standing in front of freaked him out. It was a large, Victorian gothic style mansion, entirely black and grey, with a garden overflowing with weeds. Every second window was caked in a thick layer of dust or smashed, and, rather fittingly in John’s opinion, a murder of crows clustered in the bare trees that surrounded the house’s grounds.

He couldn’t see any people, that was, until he heard a child humming in the distance. When he narrowed his eyes and used his hand to shield his face from the sun, John could spot a small, pale girl with curly red hair partially hidden underneath a black sun hat. 

There was a man standing next to her with dark curly hair and brown eyes, assisting the girl as she carefully examined a row of flowers and used a switchblade to carefully pluck them from the grass. It wasn’t just flowers she was collecting, there was also half a dozen weeds lining her basket as the girl busied herself with her task. 

John was fairly certain that this was Glenda, the younger twin. To confirm his suspicion, John walked up to the girl, who was kneeling on the ground, and politely tapped her on the shoulder. When she glanced up at him with curious blue eyes, the man asked:

“Excuse me, are you Glenda Ray?”

The child grinned and corrected him:

“Ray-Addams, how can I help you, sir?”

John breathed a sigh of relief, but that sigh caught in his throat when he actually got a good look at the man next to Glenda. His eyes were almost pitch black, and his skin was so pale that he was almost see-through, with a visible waxy texture. There was a thin line encircling his throat, it looked almost like dry, flaking blood. Not to mention the smell emanating from him, it was almost like meeting a corpse! 

But he had no time to ask questions about this man, not when he had more pressing matters to get to. Shaking his head in disbelief, as if denial could make the man next to Glenda look more, well, normal, John asked:

“I need to speak to your parents, is this your dad?”

The girl pressed her lips into a thin line and shook her head vehemently, curls bobbing about in the wind in her passion. Then, she stood, pointed towards the man and said:

“No, that’s Uncle Eddie. My papa’s in his study, would you like me to take you to him?”

John nodded, and then, just to fill the awkward silence, gestured towards Glenda’s basket and said:

“Those are lovely flowers, are you giving them to someone?”

Glenda winced for some reason before nodding:

“Yes, they’re for my mama. It’s not my fault they’re lovely, but I can fix them.”

Then, a few moments passed as Glenda looked intently into John’s eyes, before raising her switchblade and advancing towards him slowly.

“You have interesting eyes. My doll Marie Antoinette lost an eye the last time I played with her, may I have one of yours to take its place?”

John paled immediately, and he turned to ‘Uncle Eddie’ for support, and for a moment he thought he’d found it as the man’s face grew serious, but he merely knelt down to Glenda’s height and gently admonished the girl:

“Now Glenda, what did your papa say about injuring people?”

Glenda sighed in disappointment and obediently recited:

“Don’t grievously harm someone without first asking for consent.”

John strongly considered running away, but before he could, Glenda clasped her hands behind her back, switchblade still clutched firmly in hand, smiled innocently and asked in a sugary sweet tone:

“Would it be alright if I took your eye out, sir?”

Eddie smiled and nodded encouragingly at his ‘niece’, and John began to think that he would die here. Then, sensing that there wouldn’t be an answer she liked, Glenda sighed and reached out a hand for one of John’s now shaking hands, grasping it firmly as she led him towards the house, instructing Eddie to search for worms and slugs as she clutched her basket in the other hand.

As the pair reached the door, Glenda removed the flowers from her basket and, using her switchblade, carefully cut the heads off, leaving only the stems, leaves and thorns, whilst the weeds remained fully intact. With a satisfied smile, Glenda placed the butchered plants back into her basket and knocked on the door three times. 

The door was answered by a blonde woman who was even paler than her daughter (Glenda had to be her daughter, the two looked so similar). The woman smiled politely at John and introduced herself as Tiffany, confirming that she was Glenda’s mother as she invited him inside. When she caught sight of her daughter’s basket and discovered that the plants were for her, she gasped in delight, kissing her child on the cheek as she carefully placed the weeds and stems in a vase and gushed:

“Oh darling, they’re grotesque! I love them, thank you!”

As John entered the hallway, greeted by entirely monochrome decor, he was offered a glass of lemonade by Tiffany. To avoid being a bad houseguest he accepted, and asked what ingredients were in it. As he raised the glass to his lips, Tiffany responded:

“Lemons, sugar, water, and of course a dash of deadly nightshade to give it some flavour.”

When John heard the last ingredient, his eyes widened as he spluttered and dropped the glass in a panic, thankful that he hadn’t drank any. Immediately, he dropped to his knees to begin gathering the shards of glass together before searching for a trash can, but Tiffany simply shook her head and said:

“Oh, there’s no need, my little girl loves walking on broken glass, I’ll just put the shards on a shelf in the twins’ play room.”

Deeply disturbed, John handed over the broken glass shards and watched as Tiffany went upstairs. Using the silence to her advantage, Glenda crept over to John and grabbed his hand whilst yelling ‘boo!’ She was satisfied by the man’s flinch and grinned as she steered him towards the stairs and called out:

“Papa, there’s a man here to see you!”

There was a prolonged period of silence as a faint crashing sound could be heard from upstairs. But then, a man called down:

“Alright, send him up, my little demon.”

Glenda gave John a gentle shove, adjusted her hat and blurted out:

“Second door on the left!”

Then, she ran back outside, leaving John to face her father entirely alone, with a great deal of dread. He deliberately dragged out his journey upstairs, stopping on every second step to tie his shoelaces or catch his breath. He was so slow that he passed Tiffany on her way back downstairs, and she’d been up there for a good twenty minutes tidying her children’s play room. But he couldn’t delay it forever, and John eventually found himself knocking on the open door of what looked like a study.

When he knocked, a man with wild dark curls that rivalled his daughter’s looked up from his desk with a manic grin. Then, without warning, he launched a dagger at John, who dodged at the very last minute, making a beeline for the safety of the study before wheezing:

“You tried to kill me!”

The man shrugged and insisted, still with a grin on his face:

“I was only testing your reflexes, I like a man who can dodge knives, my own father couldn’t.”

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added:

“The police never found the body.”

John shuddered, becoming increasingly more disturbed. He took a moment to look around the room, his eyes landing on a variety of unusual sculptures and paintings. Each one seemed to depict a human being in a great deal of pain, there was blood featured in every piece, and John wanted to vomit. 

Strangely, on one of the walls, there was a cork board filled with pencil drawings done entirely in black and white, also depicting suffering and creepy things, but the drawings looked more like scribbles. Noticing that John was looking at the pictures, his surprisingly jovial attacker said:

“I created most of the pieces in here, but the drawings on that cork board were made by my daughter Glenda, isn’t she talented? I’m Charles by the way, Charles Lee Ray-Addams.”

With these final words the man reached out to shake John’s hand. Before John could say the reason why he was here in order to get this visit over with as soon as possible, a red headed little boy poked his head round the door. 

Unlike the other inhabitants of this house, he wore colours other than black - a bright blue and green striped T-shirt. He wasn’t all that pale either, he had rosy pink cheeks, and a touch of sunburn that indicated that he’d been playing outside all day. He was clutching a piece of paper in his right hand, and he presented it to his father with a proud grin:

“I drew this for you, papa!”

The drawing was clearly created using crayons, and it was the brightest, most eye-catching thing in the room, comprised of blues and yellows and greens that stood out against its monochrome surroundings. It was meant to be a drawing of a barn, with a big yellow sun in the top corner, but because the drawing’s creator was only six years old, it looked more like a bunch of scribbles. 

When Charles looked at his son’s drawing, he thanked him and went to place it inside a locked drawer, before noticing the hopeful look on the young boy’s face and deciding to pin it up with Glenda’s sketches, causing Glen (because it had to be Glen) to bounce up and down with joy. When Glen had calmed down, Charles bent down and ruffled his son’s hair before gently instructing:

“It’ll be dinner soon, how about you go downstairs and get to your seat before your sister sticks pins in it again?”

Glen nodded and left the study, waving politely at John as he left. When Glen was halfway down the stairs, Charles turned to John and shook his head fondly, confessing:

“He’s not much of an Addams, but he’s still my son so I love him anyway. I suppose it’s the Ray in him, my father was an eternal optimist, the only time he stopped smiling was when he lost our little game of knife toss. Odd man, but at least I got his money when he passed away.”

John was utterly perplexed, how was this sweet young boy the black sheep of the family? He felt an urge to speak up on Glen’s behalf so he cleared his throat and insisted:

“Glen seems like a perfectly fine, healthy, normal boy. There’s nothing wrong or odd with him.”

Charles flinched as if he’d been struck, immediately replying:

“There’s no need to insult the boy, Damballa knows he’s tormented enough by his sister.”

John blinked in shock, unable to process what was even going on anymore. Instead, he decided to press on with the reason for his visit.

“Now, Mr Ray-Addams, about why I’m here-‘

“Ah, yes, why have you come to see me? Trouble with the authorities again? I have a wonderful lawyer, he’s gotten me off of death row four times now, I’ll just call him and let him know what misdemeanours I’ve committed this time, shall I?”

John shook his head and laughed nervously, now realising that he was probably talking to a murderer. 

‘Uh, no. It’s about your children, Glen and Glenda…”

He trailed off, realising that he didn’t want to teach the Ray-Addams children. But he couldn’t back out now, could he? He could always suggest homeschooling, right? That was a valid option that the family could consider (so that John never had to see them again). He’d dawdled for quite some time, and in that time Charles had gotten comfortable on his swivel chair and was absentmindedly using pencils as javelins to spear flies that buzzed around his study.

“What about my children, sir? I’m sorry, I just realised that I don’t know your name.”

John squeaked out a terrified:

“John Oak.”

Before returning to silence once more. He was terrified because the more this man knew about him the easier it would be for him to track down and murder him if John said something he didn’t like. So John had to play it very safe. With this in mind, he began explaining:

“Your children were never enrolled into a daycare, or a kindergarten. Local authorities just want to make sure that the twins are enrolled for the next school year, when they turn seven in about four weeks. Or of course you could homeschool, that might be better for you. You’d just have to make it official by filling out a form.”

Charles rested a hand on his chin and nodded thoughtfully as he said:

“My wife and I have been educating our children since they were born. My daughter has a particular passion for Shakespearean tragedies, and my little Glen learnt the periodic table before he learnt his ABCs, the boy just loves blowing things up, that’s how I know for certain that he’s an Addams.”

John nodded and let out a grateful sigh, excited that the Ray-Addams family would be homeschooling. With the decision seemingly made, John produced the required forms on his phone and sat down on a nearby chair to ask Charles a few questions.

“So, what is your current occupation?”

Charles shrugged and replied:

“I inherited a lot of money from my Great Uncle Gomez, not to mention the money from my father, so I mostly just do whatever interests me. I produce and sell art, I suppose. Is that my occupation or should we just put ‘unemployed’?”

John simply wrote ‘unemployed’, and moved on at a rapid pace, firing questions at Charles who had no trouble with keeping up and responding to each question with an in depth answer. Finally, the form was completed, and John could have jumped for joy that he was now able to leave. As he stood up and shook Charles’ hand, beginning to make his exit, Charles politely asked:

“We’re having a family game night tonight after dinner, would you like to stay?”

John was cursed with an inability to be impolite, so he found himself nodding, and immediately regretting that choice. In an attempt to find something positive in this situation, John timidly asked:

“W-what game would we be playing?”

Charles gave him another manic grin and replied:

“Executioner, it’s Glenda and I’s favourite game.”

John didn’t need any more context or proof of the Ray Addams family’s insanity, he simply bolted downstairs and out of the house without a word, faintly aware of Charles calling after him:

“Wait, you’ll come back sometime, won’t you?!”

[fairchilds-glasses]

Breaking the Dollhouse/Final Family AU

On the subject of making Annie's birthday, Rachel's birthday too. This is the adults celebrating Rachel's birthday. XD

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5ADPySrRrP/?igsh=eTd0dnh1d24xcWpz

Hahahaha so accurate yes! The drunk 4am conversations just hit different and with the adults it’s just so fucking chaotic all the time XD

[yandereloveraw]

My depiction of Touya/Dabi's kid with Fem! Y/N from my Seed of Chucky quotes with them. Jokes on you, Touya. Your kid is bigender and identifies as a girl and boy. xD [I think I'll refer to them as "Sweetface" since I don't have a name for them.]

Picrew belongs to the creator

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Incorrect quotes based around the relationship between Junior Wheeler and my OC, Lydia Wheeler. Otherwise known as the ‘Chaos Cousins’ (( @losersclubisms ))

*Cue Lydia waking up sick In bed, but being the way that she Is, she gets up anyways and goes downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen as If nothing Is wrong*

[barclaysangel]

The Birth of Jun (transfem Juniper Wheeler AU)

I literally wrote this within about 5 hours, which is crazy. I lost sleep just to finish this to make sure it’ll be posted by morning. I’m still nervous to post it since this is my first time writing for this AU and I just hope y’all like it. If you guys do, then MAYBE I’ll write a second part where Jun gets the name Juniper. Maybe.

Anyway, this is setting in the Final Family/Chucky season 2 rewrite AU where Jun survives and lives with Andy in the middle of the woods, torturing and killing Chuckys together. Because canon does not exist to me, obviously. I’ve written drabbles/oneshots about this AU before and this is just another one but with transfem Juniper.

If you guys really do like this, pls leave comments, it insanely fuels my motivation! I thrive off it and I’ll also appreciate some feedback since this is my first time writing a trans character.

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @the-carlos-cow-eyes @erasedmystic111 @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Internalized transphobia, mentions of suicidal ideation, cursing

There was something wrong with Junior. 

That much she had always known, ever since she could remember. She wanted to be a princess, not a prince. A mermaid, not a merman. She wanted to be something that she could never be. 

But Junior hid it for so long, and she hid it well. She buried that part of herself so deep down that no one would ever suspect it growing up. She became the perfect “masculine, traditional son” that her father wanted. She destroyed every single part of herself and burnt it all to the ground just to please him. 

And even though she killed her own father, she still would have done it all over again. 

Gods, she was pathetic. Pathetic and stupid and dirty and broken. 

Despite Junior’s efforts to hide her dirty little secret from the world, she still had moments where it would bubble and come up again. The dysphoria with her short hair, flat chest, and other features that just didn’t feel right. It would be bad enough at times where she wanted to curl into a ball and cry all the fucking time. 

But she would have no choice but to pull herself together and keep up the act, just like she always did. 

However, this moment wasn’t like the other moments with her father. It wasn’t him she had to worry about, but Andy. 

Andy wasn’t like her father at all. He was patient, understanding, and kind. Her father would be ashamed if Junior ever cried in front of him and tell him to “Stop being a pussy and pull yourself together, you’re a man!”, but Andy would hold her in his arms and comfort her. He had been there through every mental breakdown, depressive episodes, nightmares, moments of self-destructive tendencies, all of it. 

Andy stayed right by her side and never budged despite how much Junior tried to push him away. She pushed and pushed and pushed but he never stayed away through it all. 

Junior wasn’t used to that. When she pushed people away and burned bridges to the ground, it stayed that way. Just look at her relationship with Jake. But Andy refused to be pushed away and has made it very clear to her that he wasn’t planning to go anywhere. 

Yet that still didn’t reassure her for some reason. It still filled her with so much fear if Andy ever looked too hard and realized just how broken and defective she really was. 

So once again, Junior hid it. She hid her secret under lock and key and made sure to keep her masculine act on display. 

But then the dysphoric moment hit hard, harder than before, and she wanted to die. 

Junior didn’t want to leave her cot. Her appetite was long gone. She just tried to bury herself deep into her blankets and hoped that one of the Chuckys she and Andy had been torturing could escape and stab her to death, finally finishing his job that he failed to do months ago. 

Andy had been no stranger to her being depressed. They had been staying at that small cabin for almost 5 months, it was now the beginning of April. Sometimes he would give Junior some space if she truly needed it but most of the time, he would be there to offer her food and water and just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. He hardly left her alone when she got like this. 

She didn’t blame him. Andy was probably worried that she would take one of his guns and end it all. 

Not like that idea wasn’t tempting. 

But right now, Junior wanted to be alone. She wanted to forget that the weather was getting warmer, which would make her have to ditch the hoodies and reveal the parts of herself that she hated. She just couldn’t bear to go through this, she would much rather hide away for hours or even days. Just as long as she would feel just slightly normal again. 

However, she never really was that lucky. 

“Junior?” She heard after the three light knocks, shuddering deeply and tearing up from the sound of her own name, like something about it was just wrong. “Can I come in?”

Curse Andy for respecting her privacy and boundaries. Logan would just barge in without a warning. Despite everything she was feeling, she still managed a small “Uh huh…” to placate him since she knew he would just be more worried if she refused. 

Andy opened the door slowly and she could smell why. Even without moving from her position under the blankets, she could smell the food that Andy was bringing in. When he stood beside her cot, Junior lowered the blankets enough to see the plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Normally that would make her mouth water but this time, it made her stomach churn. 

“I know you may not feel like eating right now, but I can’t let you go the whole day without something in your system. Can you try to eat something please?” Andy spoke gently to her, placing the plate and the mug on the floor beside the cot. 

Junior merely shook her head slightly. “I’ll eat later. ‘M not hungry.” She mumbled before putting the pillow from under her head now on top of her face. 

Andy sighed quietly but instead of leaving, he sat down on the edge of the cot. “Kid, I can’t let you starve. I’m not asking you to finish off the plate, but just have a few bites with your coffee. Please?” 

She didn’t say anything this time, her silence was enough of an answer. 

“Junior, c’mon,” She shivered and squeezed her eyes shut when Andy said her name again, “I know you’re not in the mood but you’re gonna just make yourself feel worse. Remember what happened a few weeks ago?” 

She wished she couldn’t. Going nearly the entire day without eating only to almost binge afterwards, resulting in her throwing her guts up. But Andy was with her the whole time, rubbing her back and keeping an arm around her so she would stay supported rather than to fall face first into her own vomit from exhaustion along with cleaning her up afterwards once she was finished hurling and crying. 

No matter what, Andy stayed with her through everything. 

Imagine if he found out you thought you were a girl, Junior thought bitterly to herself, He’d despise you and leave you then without a doubt. 

She stiffened briefly when she felt a hand on her ankle from over the blankets before recognizing Andy’s touch, relaxing just slightly. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Junior quickly shook her head from under the pillow. She couldn’t, she absolutely couldn’t. For the first time, she didn’t want to ruin something good. She already felt like she was one wrong move from spilling it all. 

She just needed to keep her mouth shut and hold it all in. She could do it, she’s been doing it her entire life. She can keep going. 

Andy gave her a gentle and reassuring squeeze to her ankle. “Okay. I just want you to know that I’m here if you do want to talk. I don’t need to talk, I can just listen to as much as you need me to. Alright, Junior?” 

Junior winced and wasn’t able to swallow down the whimper this time, which immediately got Andy’s attention. 

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?” She couldn’t see his face but she knew that he would be wearing that concerned frown, the one where he genuinely acted worried for her. 

Junior shook her head again, keeping her eyes closed because she knew she would break down and cry. Andy needed to leave now before she would completely lose her mind. 

The hand on her ankle moved to her back, rubbing small circles there to comfort her. “Junior?” 

“Stop…” 

Andy paused from his motions. “What?” 

“Stop…calling me that!” Junior didn’t know why but it was like something shattered inside of her, like the dam in her finally broke. 

She ripped the pillow off of her head and bolted upright, the suddenness making Andy back up slightly. “I have tried so fucking hard to be Junior! To be the perfect son Junior. The cross-country star Junior. The strong and masculine Junior. I have ripped myself to shreds and molded myself to be what everyone else wanted me to be! But for what? It’s not fucking worth it because I’m not! I’m not Junior! I’m not a boy! I’ve tried so fucking hard but I’m not, I just keep trying and trying but nothing fucking works anymore! I’m so sorry but that isn’t me, this fucking isn’t me! I’m too broken and fucked up to be Junior and to be a fucking boy!” 

Junior didn’t realize she was screaming until she finally stopped, her voice hoarse. And no one said a word. Andy stared at her with wide eyes and an unreadable expression as reality slowly settled in. 

Oh fuck…what did I just do?

She started shaking, her breathing picked up and she hid her face in her hands, sobbing. “I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean it, I was l-lying, I-I-I…” for some reason, now she couldn’t even get the words out after everything from how hard she was hyperventilating. 

Congratulations, you fucking idiot. You really did it now. You ruined it. Now Andy will think you’re disgusting. He’ll hate you. He’ll throw you out and finally leave you alone, just like you deserve, you pathetic piece of sh–

Andy’s hands went around Junior’s body, pulling her closer to him carefully until her cheek was pressed to the crook of his neck, one hand now rubbing her back up and down soothingly. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, breathe. Take some deep breaths, kiddo. Just follow my breathing, okay? Breathe…” 

She was shaking through her sobs, her hands clinging onto Andy’s shirt tightly in her fists. His other hand went up to cradle the back of her head so softly as if she was something gentle and precious to him. Junior could hardly breathe but Andy kept guiding her, speaking to her kindly until she was able to finally pull in deep breaths with his help. 

They barely spoke, with Junior crying and Andy whispering reassurances to her. When she started to calm down, she didn’t move, she felt too mortified. It felt like one wrong move, and Andy would finally turn her away. 

“Kiddo?” He finally spoke, “Do you remember what I’ve always told you? About what I want for you?” 

Junior sniffled, still crying but not nearly as badly while holding onto Andy’s shirt still for dear life. “For…for me t-to be a kid…” 

“Yeah, that too. But what else?” 

She thought about it longer this time, hesitating. “…that you-you want me to be h-happy…” 

Andy moved away just slightly, making her whimper again but instead he adjusted himself to fully face Junior and hold her face in his hands. “Exactly. I care about you, kid. I’ve had since the moment you basically passed out on my doorstep. All I want is for you to be happy. And if being a boy doesn’t make you happy…then stop trying. Stop putting yourself through that pain, okay? Just…just be yourself.” 

He was looking at her so seriously yet so gently, as if all that mattered in that moment was her. Unshed tears began building up again in her eyes and Andy continued speaking. “I mean it. I will never judge you for who you are. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere just because you aren’t a boy. I swear on the River Styx.” 

That oath meant more to Junior than any other sort of promise. It was an oath from Percy Jackson, and really any kind of Greek mythology. They both knew how serious that oath was. And for that reason, it was what gave her the push that she needed to finally come out. 

“Andy…I…I’m a girl…” her voice was tiny but it was still enough for Andy to hear, starting to cry again but he pulled her back into a hug. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” He reassured her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I’m so fucking proud of you, kiddo. I promise I am. I know this wasn’t easy for you, I can’t even begin to imagine how long you’ve felt like this but never said anything. So thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.” 

Junior cried a little harder at that, still not entirely used to having someone tell her that they were proud of her. But this time, the tears were more of relief and she just completely leaned against him. 

Never in her life did she ever think she’d actually come out and tell someone this secret. She just thought she had to fight the feeling down further and further until it disappeared or it just ended up killing her. 

But no. She lost it and everything spilled out. But…it didn’t end up badly like she thought it would. 

Andy accepted her. He accepted her without another thought. Strong and tough and badass Andy accepted her and told her that he was proud of her for coming out. 

This felt almost like a dream, something too good to be true for Junior. 

“So…I suppose you don’t want to be called by that name anymore, right?” Andy asked and she nodded in response, gripping onto his shirt again. “Okay. Is there…another name I can call you? It doesn’t need to be your permanent name, it could be like a…placeholder. Just something temporary until you can figure out a name that makes you feel like you.” 

She didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking long and hard before settling on something simple. “Maybe just…Jun. For now. Jun. Without an E at the end.” 

Andy nodded and lightly leaned his cheek to her head. “Jun without an E at the end, got it.” 

Jun could practically hear the smile on Andy’s face and lazily hit his side with the back of her hand. “You’re a dork…” 

“Yeah, yeah I am. But so are you, so…” Andy poked Jun’s side, making her giggle before she yawned, her dysphoric episode and breakdown now tuckering her out. 

“You tired, kiddo?” He asked and she yawned again while nodding, not moving from her position. 

“Can I just…stay here? For a bit? Please?” Jun asked quietly and almost immediately, his hand went up to her hair and stroked her hair softly, causing her to close her eyes. 

“Sure you can. And I’ll stay right here with you too. But as soon as you wake up and get hydrated, you need to eat, okay?” Andy told her, accepting his fate to have Jun fall asleep on his shoulder. 

She nodded, yawning once more as a sense of pure peace and bliss filled her. She knew she was safe now. Nothing would happen to her. 

“Thank you Andy…” Jun murmured under her breath. 

Just before she could drift off, she felt Andy kiss her forehead, one hand playing with her hair and the other being secured around her body. “Anytime. Goodnight, Jun.”