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fanfics4all · 7 months

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Dreamcatcher

Request: Yes / No Day 3 of Halloween fics! (This is based on a Drawlloween made by RikiSayPOOF I believe)

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Wyatt x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2300

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, nightmares

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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I had been in the foster care system since I was six. Some of the families were amazing, but there were some bad ones too. I was now sixteen and being moved into a new foster home. I was anxious since I just had a pretty abusive family, but my case worker assured me that this family was amazing. We got out of the car and I took a deep breath as I clutched my bag to me tightly.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise you’ll like it here.” Bill said with a reassuring smile. I nodded as I took in the house. He led me up the step to the front door and knocked three times. It wasn’t long before the door opened and a boy, who looked to be about my age answered.

“Hey Jesus, is Stef or Lena home?” Bill asked.

“Moms! Bill’s here!” The boy shouted, making me flinch. Bill noticed and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and he gave me a gentle smile. The boy, Jesus, let us into the house and walked off to the back of the house. I looked around and smiled slightly. It was a very nice house, big, but nice. Everything was clean and decorated nicely, it felt… homely. I felt surprisingly safe. Two women walked out from the area that Jesus entered. One of them was a slender, caramel skinned, brown eyed woman with dark brown curly hair, and the other was also a slender woman with pale skin, blue eyes, and a blonde pixie cut. They both looked bery friendly and had caring eyes. I felt comfortable around them, which shocked me a bit. I wondered if it was because they were two women.

“Bill, it’s so good to see you again.” The woman with curly hair said with a smile.

“You too.” Bill smiled and gently pushed me a bit in front of him. I flinched slightly and looked up at him.

“Lena, Stef, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Lena and Stef, you’re new foster parents.” He said, pointing out each one to me. They smiled at me and Lena kneeled down slightly to my level.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” She said and I smiled slightly.

“Bill’s told us a lot about you and we’re hoping we can make you comfortable around us.” Stef said and I clutched my bag slightly tighter.

“Lena and Stef are great parents, Y/N.” Bill said and I looked back at him.

“Do you promise this time?” I whispered and he knelt in front of me.

“I promise, Y/N, you’re really gonna like it here.” He said and I took a deep breath.

“Moms! Jesus is eating all the turkey!” A girl shouted from the room behind them. I flinched at the shouting and the two women noticed.

“I’ll go take care of it.” Stef said and walked off.

“Sorry, Y/N, there’s a lot of kids in the house so it can get loud sometimes.” Lena said with an apologetic smile. I nodded and glanced at Bill.

“You can always put your headphones in.” He said and I looked over at Lena.

“Yeah, of course.” She said with a smile. I smiled at her, letting go of my bag slightly.

“Just as long as you’ll take them out if we need to talk to you.” She added and I nodded. Suddenly there were loud footsteps coming down the steps and I flinched again.

“Hey Momma, I was wondering if- Oh, sorry.” A boy who looked slightly older than me said as he got off the last step.

“Brandon, this is Y/N, she’s going to be staying with us. Y/N, this is our eldest son and Stef’s biological son, Brandon.” Lena introduced us.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” He smiled and I gave him a small smile.

“Would you mind showing her to her room? If that’s alright with you, Y/N?” She asked and I glanced at Bill once again. He gave me a reassuring nod and I looked back at the boy.

“O-Okay.” I whispered. Lena smiled at me and Brandon nodded.

“Sure, follow me.” He said and headed up the stairs again. I quietly followed him up and down a hallway. It was the third door on the right. He opened the door and it was a pretty basic room with neutral colors.

“Moms will let you pick out some things for your room if you don’t like the colors. I’m sure they’ll even let you paint it if you want.” He said as he let me inside. I placed my bag on the bed and glanced round.

“It’s nice.” I said quietly and he tilted his head at me slightly.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” He asked and I blushed slightly.

“Uh… I don’t really like new homes…” I whispered. Brandon smiled at me and nodded.

“Yeah, Callie was kind of the same way when she got here… Well maybe she was the opposite, she kind of lashed out.” He said and my eyes widened. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my middle to try and hide myself a bit. Brandon noticed and his eyes widened a bit.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about her doing any of that now, she’s way calmer.” He said and I nervously smiled.

“Hey B, I see you got Y/N settling in.” Stef came in with a smile. She looked at me and her smile faltered a bit as she noticed my body language.

“Did something happen?” She asked, worriedly.

“I was telling her about when Callie first got here and I think it kind of scared her a bit…” Brandon said and Stef took a deep breath.

“Why don’t you go downstair and keep the other’s out of Momma’s hair while she’s talking with Bill.” She said to Brandon and he nodded. He left and it was just me and Stef.

“Can I sit?” She asked and motioned to the bed. I nodded and she took a seat at the end.

“Will you sit with me?” She asked. I hesitated for a moment, but sat next to her with a bit of space between us.

“Listen, Y/N, I can promise you will be safe here. Our other kids will protect you from whatever and if anything does happen then you can come to Lena or myself and we’ll help and protect you.” She said and I bit my lip.

“R-Really?” I whispered and she nodded.

“We want you to be comfortable here.” She said and I smiled slightly.

*Three Months Later*

Staying at the Adams-Fosters house was a dream come true. Lena and Stef were amazing parents and my foster siblings were great too. However, I still couldn’t shake my past. The previous families that abused me plagued me in my nightmares and it made it hard to sleep most nights. Stef and Lena tried their best to help me, but nothing seemed to work. My siblings were growing irritated with my night terrors, but there really wasn’t much I could do. I tried my best, but the only thing that worked was to not sleep. I could only not sleep for so long before I pass out and the nightmares returned.

I was sitting at the dining table doing homework with my headphones on as I tried to stay awake. I slightly heard the front door open and looked up to see Callie and Wyatt walking inside. Wyatt smiled at me and I returned it. I looked back down at my homework, but felt the floor vibrate near me. I looked up to see them sitting down with me and I took my headphones out.

“Mind if we sit with you while we work on our project?” Callie asked and I shook my head. She smiled and turned to face Wyatt. They worked on their project and I worked on my homework. I could feel myself not being able to focus without my music. I was so tired and shook my head slightly to try and wake myself up a bit.

“Y/N?” I turned my head to see Wyatt looking at me with concern. Callie wasn’t there anymore and I sent him a confused look.

“Mariana took her for a bit. Are you okay?” He asked and I forced a smile.

“Yeah… fine.” I whispered. I looked back down at my work, but felt a hand touch mine. I flinched and looked up to see Wyatt retecting his hand.

“Sorry.” He said and I shook my head.

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it.” I quietly said. He hesitantly placed his hand back on mine and I sent him a small smile.

“You look tired, are you sure you’re okay?” He asked and I sighed.

“I am tired…” I said and he looked concerned.

“Why don’t you go take a nap or something?” He asked and I quickly shook my head.

“Why not?” He asked and I bit my lip.

“The nightmares are too real… they never stop.” I whispered and I frowned. I heard Callie coming back and quickly took my hand away from his. I went back to doing my homework and ignored Wyatt’s worried stares the rest of the time he was here.

It was a week later that I saw Wyatt. He came over to work on the project with Callie again. I was sitting in the living room as they were working in the dining room. I was watching T.V., but noting was really registering. I was so tired I could hardly concentrate on anything. I didn’t even notice when someone sat down next to me, until a hand was waving in front of my face. I blinked a few time and looked over to see Wyatt looking at me with a worried expression.

“Oh, hey, sorry I guess I spaced out.” I said, trying to cover up the truth. He shook his head and I furrowed my brow at him.

“You don’t need to lie, Y/N.” He said and I tilted my head at him.

“What?” I asked.

“I know you’re dead tired, it’s obvious. Your family even noticed.” He said and my eyes widened slightly.

“Listen, I think I have something that could help.” He said and pulled out a box from behind him. He handed it to me and I looked down at the box confused. I opened it and found a black and orange dreamcatcher inside. I smiled slightly as I held it up.

“I know Halloween is your favorite holiday, so I thought you’d like this the best.” He said and I smiled at him.

“I don’t know if it’ll help, but thank you.” I said quietly.

“Wanna go try it out? Callie and I finished the project and I’m staying for dinner.” He said and I blushed slightly.

“Lena and Stef don’t like us having boys in our rooms.” I whispered.

“We can keep the door open and I won’t even be in the bed with you.” He suggested. I blushed and looked down at the dreamcatcher. I kind of wanted to share a bed with Wyatt, but I didn’t want to break the rules and get in trouble.

“If you don’t want to-”

“No, we can try it…” I whispered. He smiled and got up. He offered me his hand and I took it with a small smile. We went up to my room and he hung the dreamcatcher above my bed for me. I smiled as I got into my bed. I felt my eyes almost instantly droop and he placed my blanket over me. I gently grabbed his hand and gently pulled.

“Stay with me?” I whispered.

“I wasn’t going to leave, Y/N, just sit in your chair over there.” He pointed at my desk chair. I shook my head and gently pulled him into the bed with me.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He said quietly. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I snuggled into his side and his arm wrapped around me. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

*Wyatt’s POV*

Y/N had fallen asleep in my arms and I smiled down at her slightly. She looked so peaceful and I gently moved some hair from her face. I saw a slight bit of drool falling from the corner of her mouth and chuckled. She was dead asleep and didn’t seem to be bothered. I hope the dreamcatcher was actually working and her nightmares wouldn’t bother her while she slept. Someone knocked on her door and I stiffened as my head shot up. Brandon was standing there with wide eyes.

“Hey, uh, I know I’m not supposed to be in here, but Y/N asked me to stay and just kind of pulled me into the bed with her…” I said and Brandon just stared at us.

“I’ll just go-”

“No! Don’t move.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“What?” I asked.

“How long has she been asleep?” He asked.��

“Uh, maybe thirty minutes?” I answered and he looked at me shocked.

“She hasn’t slept for more than ten minutes without a nightmare.” He said and my eyes widned.

“I got her a dreamcatcher to try and help and we were just testing it out…” I said and he smiled.

“Just stay with her, I’ll come get you guys when dinner is done. Moms are gonna be so happy.” He said and rushed off. I looked down at Y/N and she snuggled into me with a smile. I smiled down at her and looked up at the dreamcatcher I got. I hope it continues to help her.

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riverofempathy · 6 months

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The Fosters Rewatch Thoughts

S1 E5

Brandon…

🙄 Sigh…

Two episodes ago, my heart was breaking for you, because you had to make a really difficult choice. But now you’re just being stupid and making the wrong choice.

I mean, Sure, you’ve been making stupid choices since episode 1, because you’re young and inexperienced, so it’s not really out of character… but… you literally told everyone (your mom, your brother, your girlfriend who’s now your ex, and Callie herself that there was nothing going on between you and Callie.

But now there is?!

Whyyyyyy?

1. You just broke up with your girlfriend.

2. You know and agreed to the rule that foster siblings cannot and should not and will not date each other.

And 3. There just hasn’t been enough chemistry yet. (Every experience they’ve shared, every bond they’ve made could have been totally platonic, like hmm I don’t know, brothers and sisters?! or at the very least just friends.)

It’s the fifth episode. The FIFTH episode. And you were literally dating someone else the episode before, and you did nothing to strengthen that relationship when you noticed her jealousy for Callie. You acted like you were going to, and then dropped the ball every. single. time. Talya had no right to read Callie’s journal or to be so mean to her, but she also wasn’t wrong about being jealous. You prioritized Callie instead of your girlfriend over and over. Talya was CLEARLY worried about your closeness with Callie, and you did NOTHING to fix it. In fact, you made it worse. Callie tried to partner with someone else at Mariana’s quinceañera and instead of taking that as a hint and trying to show Talya she had nothing to worry about, you danced with Callie anyway. In front of Talya!

Like… my guy.

She may have been a villain, but she was not the antagonist here. You ruined your own relationship.

And now you’re trying to pursue a relationship with your foster sister.

Even though she doesn’t want one with you!

Mutual attraction or not aside… This was not how you should have responded to Callie’s disaster of a date with Wyatt.

You don’t get upset at her for dating Wyatt, you get upset about her date with Wyatt involving the cops! You tell her, “I told you he wasn’t a good guy and that you should be careful!”

That was the obvious choice for the dialogue. It was set-up perfectly.

But no. He tells her he doesn’t want her to date anyone else and gazes deeply into her eyes…

And after she tells him the edited version of her bad (horrific) experience with Liam, he just says “I’m not like him…”

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Selfish, clueless, reckless, thoughtless, careless, RIDICULOUS.

I’m mad at Brandon the character but I’m also mad at the writers. Because this was way too soon, both in the show and in the character’s lives, and it was just unrealistic and unnecessary. They’re barely friends yet. Let them bond more. Let Callie’s walls come down more.

And for goodness gracious sakes, THINK more, Brandon.

#who was in charge of his character arc #because I’d like to have a chat #the fosters #Brandon foster #Callie the fosters #Callie Jacobs Foster #like I love this show #I reeeeally love this show #but I really struggle with some of the 00s shows drama just for drama #like give me more of a reason to believe these characters are attracted to each other and would pursue each other #give me more than just the tired old trope of #boy and girl share space so boy and girl fall for each other

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