#max is a little freak i wouldn’t be surprised if he just carried it everywhere he went like his keys

[theno1joelhater]

oh, sweet religion. the potential of a cgcu heaven and a cgcu hell. like 90% of the characters are being sent to the realm of fire and brimstone, including wayne.

i have little to no thoughts on the afterlife itself. i don’t know what happens after you die. but heaven and hell? i can work with that. wayne isn’t making past the pearly gates.

so in those brief moments between his death and rebirths (plural is crazy) (like was jesus even resurrected that many times? idk i’ve never read the bible) he’d experience hell. the worst torture known to mankind. not dissimilar to what he put cam through, for “i like torturing my favs” crowd (it’s us we’re the crowd).

for the first time ever, wayne was scared. even though his visit was brief, it still terrified him. he experienced real torture for the first time, raw fear and pain and nothing else. when he was brought back, he was relieved. so fucking relieved. he took a brief break, bc yk. just got back from being resurrected. needs time. but maybe, cam wants him to keep pranking. and he does, just less on cam and more on the other characters. he can’t risk going back to hell.

but when he goes off and pranks justin (top ten biggest mistakes in history and it isn’t 2-10!), he’s scared again. he doesn’t want to go to hell. even though he’ll probably get resurrected again he still doesn’t want to risk it. he can’t go through it all again. he can’t.

riffing off your ideas, i don’t truly believe wayne thought his situation was that serious. maybe, deep down, he understood. but he tried to make light of his situation. he didn’t treat it seriously, as he does with most things. so he tried to escape. sure, justin was prepared for everything, but wayne didn’t think so. he underestimated justin. he knew that there was a chance he could get caught and he was a bit scared of what could happen if justin found him, but his confidence took over. he tried to get out, but he was too reckless. justin found him and forced him to watch a cloning process. safe to say that was a huge wake up call for wayne. again, wayne felt true fear. what would happen after he’s taken over by the microchip? would he be sent back to hell? that thought terrified him.

the showing of the cloning process, i think justin would be selective on that. if they tried to escape, and if justin thought it would ruin their morale, he would. otherwise he’d just do some other method of making them stay. what that method is idk go ask justin.

and the gap between his second death and second revival had to have been longer, right? jctm1 takes like 1 day but we don’t know how long it takes for robin and max to figure out richard has god on speed dial. they probably took a small break or something to digest the justin stuff too. either way, it’s the longest wayne had been dead. and he’s more fearful then ever. you think at some point he might become desensitized to all the pain, and maybe that’s true. maybe he gets used to it, but physical isn’t the only form of torture out there. his mind keeps him occupied. he thinks of everything he’s done. he thinks of how he’s hurt everyone he knows and that this is all deserved. all these feelings he hid deep down, for the first time, surface. they all bubble to the top, and it’s all wayne can think about. his mind is torturing him.

i think i’ve said this before but cameron doesn’t like wayne at all, he only keeps him around for views n stuff. he doesn’t kill him because he doesn’t have a valid reason to other than “he’s annoying”. he came up with the perfect excuse to do so, but he brought wayne back. and wayne died again. and he was brought back again. it’s a cycle of wayne going tufar, getting killed, and being brought back. if that isn’t suffering i don’t know what is.

AAAAAAAAA JUSTIN CASE UPDATE??? WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID HE JUST POST RHE SPOILERS TO THE NEXT INSTALLEMENT OF THE STROY RIGHT THERE INSREA DOF BEING LIKE YEAH IM DOING IT IM KILLING CAM RN FUCK ME (ron intended)

anywayssssss

nathaniel is dead, not very skibidi sigma of him at all but i’m not too surprised, cam’s been trying to get rid of ol’ nathan for a WHILE (besides, look at his last name. it was inevitable)

cam added a mary sue self insert oc that’s basically a god into the cgcu who’s summoned by racism and sexual jokes. damn.

i get the ending and it’s alright, but also seems anticlimactic. like cam shows up and tells justin “dude you’re a fictional made up character on the internet you’re already immortal 💀” and justin’s like “oh fr then ig i’ll stop” which isn’t that satisfying at all. i don’t like that ending the discord’s ending (ask me for an invite link if ur interested in the server, we’re all very cool) is much better since yk. it has actual character development.

personally? i don’t like this ending much and i am unsatisfied. it might be better if he actually posts it but i still don’t like it much. if only…….i finished the goddamn animation……..ughhh

also……….max? whipping it out? right there? cam you better film this part or else /hj

[metalheadcowboy]

hello!! christmas headcanon with a little parents harringrove for ya!! billy and steve making homemade ornaments with their kids. glitter gets everywhere and it’s a mess. steve is freaking out because they’re going to have company soon but billy joins the kids and starts dousing steve in glitter and paint.

HEY!!! Omg this is so precious, thank you for sharing this 🥺💖❤️

Steve is high key freaking out because Max and Lucas are supposed to be at their house in five minutes and ever surface of their living room was covered in glitter.

It seemed like a good idea at first, right? Making homemade ornaments to put on their tree, after all kids grew up fast and they wouldn’t be able to do this forever. But he found out quick that glitter plus a three and five year old did not mix what so ever. And having a man-child for a husband definitely was not helping the current situation.

He felt like he was going to have a full on panic attack trying to stop their pit bull, Rocco, from licking the glitter, as well as taking the tube of glitter away from their oldest, Christopher so he didn’t dump it in his sister, Jordan’s, hair.

He wouldn’t have felt so stressed if Max and Lucas weren’t supposed to be there in fiv- three minutes!

Steve quickly tried to coral up all the glitter tubes as calmly as possible, but even with that there was enough glitter left on the table to choke a goat. He wouldn’t be surprised if some of it was glued to his nice fucking table.

He was expecting a little bit of cooperation from his husband, his partner in crime. But the second he turned around to sweep the glitter off the table Jordan, Christopher and Billy were throwing handfuls of glitter in his face and he just breaks down.

He’s sure he looks ridiculous with glitter covering his face, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he takes a tight grip on his hair in an attempt to keep himself together. And he really wished that someone had warned him about how damn hard kids were going to be because he loved them to death. But they were little nightmares.

And just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse there was a hefty knock on the door which had Rocco barking and jumping up on the wooden fixture in excitement.

At this point Billy had realized that the joke and glitter throwing wasn’t funny anymore and had worked on cleaning up the glitter and handling Christopher while Steve takes Jordan on his hip, ready to apologize to Max and Lucas for how much a wreck their house was.

When he opens the door Steve all but throws a fit when Rocco runs out the door, knocking Lucas down on his ass in the heavy snow as he tries to carry in the presents.

He feels like such a mess, crying in front of their house guests, trying to sooth a fussy Jordan on his hip making grabby hands towards Max, hearing a glass break from the kitchen and he’s about ten seconds from crazy, if he hadn’t gotten there already.

But Max, like the amazing sister/sister-in-law/aunt she is, takes total control of the situation without struggle. Lucas hauls Rocco and the slightly damp presents inside, Max settles Jordan and Christopher down in front of the TV to watch Frosty the Snowman before going to clean up the mess in the kitchen and dinning room with Billy.

Finally, Steve catches a break and gets to just sit down on the couch and have a moment. He felt so lucky to have Max and Lucas because he honestly didn’t think he could make it without them sometimes.

Send me all your Harringrove Christmas hc’s so I can avoid my extended family 👹👹

[roseherondale]

Kit Babysits Mina for the First Time

Summary: Kit babysits 8-month old Mina alone for the first time alone, and faces some trouble.

Word Count: 4404

Warnings: N/A

Read it on AO3 here

“Are you sure you don’t want us to cancel?” Jem regarded Kit with worry, but he just shook his head.

“You’ve had tickets for ages. We’ll be fine.” He promised, gesturing into the nursery where Mina was settled in her crib for her afternoon nap. Tessa emerged from within, beautifully dressed in a deep blue dress that reached her knees, and gently shooed them away from the door.

“If Kit says he’ll be fine, he’ll be fine.” She chided Jem softly, then turned to her adoptive son. “If you need anything you can call either or us or Magnus, okay?”

“I know, Tessa. We’ll be okay.” He knew she saw through his fake confidence, as she did with everything, and hugged him.

“Say the word and we’ll stay.” She whispered into his ear, giving him a final out. But Kit was a Herondale and they never gave up on a challenge. He just hugged her back tightly.

“Enjoy your play.”

“We will, thank you. Jem has never had the chance to see it and my other children had such a love for Oscar Wilde.” They were travelling to London to go to dinner and to see The Importance of Being Earnest, an Oscar Wilde play that Tessa had wanted to take Jem to see. She had told Kit many stories about her and Will’s children and her friends’ children, including Matthew Fairchild, her son James’ parabatai, and his dog, Mr. Oscar Wilde.

Jem stepped forward to hug him before they left. “We left a full list of instructions in the kitchen just in case. We know you know what you’re doing but it’s your first time babysitting alone, and it can’t hurt to be there just in case.”

“Thanks. Really, Jem, I’ll be okay. I’ve seen and helped you and Tessa do this every day.” Kit smiled, reassuringly.

“Okay, well thank you so much for your help today. We should be back by eleven. We love you.” Jem said and Tessa echoed him, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Love you too.” Kit said. He had become a lot more comfortable with saying that, though he was sure that it was impossible to live with Jem and Tessa for a year and not love them. They were kind and attentive, and never made Kit feel pushed to the side, even though they had their own daughter. In a strange way, Kit was also theirs and he cherished the feeling of having parents who openly showed him affection.

They walked away from him, waving and disappeared around the corner of the corridor. Kit turned and headed back into the nursery, curling up in the armchair with the laptop Jem and Tessa had bought for him. She would be asleep for another hour, and although Jem and Tessa usually left the room for her naps, content to have the baby monitor beside them, Kit didn’t want to leave her side in case anything were to happen.

Magnus would have been there normally, with his and Alec’s children: Max and Rafe. Kit liked them too, not as much as Mina, but he often kept them entertained. Rafe was six and enjoyed playing with Lego. He was quiet, but content to sit and let Kit help him build castles and towers. Max was four, and too young for Lego, though at the age where he wanted to copy his brother, but Magnus and Alec had bought him some large building blocks which he played with happily. Kit would sit between them and help, keeping the kids entertained whilst Magnus caught up with Tessa and Jem.

However, Rafe had come down with a cold and Magnus was looking after him. He didn’t want to risk passing anything to Mina, and so had regretfully informed her that he couldn’t babysit. Tessa had seemed disappointed that they would have to cancel their dinner and theatre reservations, so Kit had stepped in and offered to look after Mina. It was something he hadn’t done before and the whole idea made him nervous. He loved looking after her, but was left with a constant fear that somehow, he would mess it up, like he did with everything else.

He watched part of a movie for a while with his earphones in, until he heard her moving around in her crib; a sure sign that she was waking up. Quietly closing the laptop and storing it under the chair so he wouldn’t stand on it. He leant over the crib, looking down at his little sister, who was wearing a top patterned with flowers, her dark hair messy.

“Hey Min-Min,” he whispered, and she stared up at him, large, dark eyes blinking slowly. “Hi, baby. Good afternoon.” He cooed in a way that he would be mortally embarrassed about if anyone, but Jem and Tessa had heard. “Do you want to go get some milk?”

She made a noise that sounded like “Ki-Ki” which Kit translated to mean “Kit-Kit” and was the way in which she addressed him. He gently lifted her and laid her on the changing table, to put her into a clean nappy. Once he had done, and dressed her in some leggings, he carried her down to the kitchen to make her some milk.

She clapped her hands, making happy noises as he carried her and he spoke to her the whole way down, mostly repetitions of her name and telling her that they were going to get some lunch. He remembered that Tessa had said about how talking to babies helped them feel secure.

They reached the kitchen, which was one of Kit’s favourite rooms in the house. Copper pots and pans hung from the wall alongside bunches of herbs drying from the garden. He placed Mina in her high-chair so she wouldn’t crawl away whilst he was warming her milk. His hand dragged across the wooden table. It was here that he sat when Tessa went into labour, and her nonchalance towards the situation freaked him out, it was here where he saw Livvy for the first time since Idris, here where he gave his mother’s heron necklace to Magnus to give to… He shook his head.

This was the table where he ate chocolate pastries that Jem bought him from the bakery, this was where he sat down for meals every night with his family, where he realised on his first night, how much he had missed out on family life before he moved here.

He took the bottle of milk from the fridge, where Tessa had prepared them earlier, and placed it in the electric bottle warmer Tessa had bought, excitedly, as it was a quicker method than warming it in water as she had done with her first two children. Kit chopped up half of a ripe banana as the milk warmed and placed it into one of Mina’s plastic bowls. He turned his attention back to Mina whilst he waited for the bottle to warm, chatting to her the whole time.

When the beep indicated that it was ready, Kit stood up, untangling his finger from her tiny fist. “It’s okay, Min-Min, I’m just going to get your milk for you.” He took the bottle out, shook it to ensure the temperature was the same throughout, and squirted a couple drops onto the inside of his wrist. It was warm; not too hot, and so he took it over to Mina.

“Here, baby, let me help you.” He tied a bib around her neck and then held the bottle out to her. She reached up and held onto it, taking it from him. She drank, thirstily, Kit keeping a watchful eye on her to ensure she didn’t choke on it. Once she had finished, he passed her the bowl of bananas and she giggled, grabbing them and pushing them into her mouth.

Kit pulled the notes that Tessa and Jem had left for him. He read through it all, checking that there was nothing he didn’t already know, and saw a note at the end.

 Dearest Kit,

Thank you for helping us out, darling. We love you – you are a blessing. If you need any help (and admitting that is a sign of strength, not weakness), please call us or Magnus.

Good luck,

Love Tessa and Jem x

 He felt his eyes water and immediately rubbed them. He was used to the kindness by now, but when they did simple things that showed him how much they cared, he was always surprised. He didn’t deserve all of this – he had been taken into a family and welcomed with open arms, and the fact that they trusted him with their daughter was so unexpected.

Mina was giggling over her bananas, her hands and face covered in a sticky mush.

“What mischief have you gotten up to, Min-Min?” He asked, humming as he used wet wipes to remove the mess from her. She laughed, happily, moving her arms up and down, tiny fists clenched. “How about we sit you down in the living room with some toys?” He suggested, hoisting her into his arms.

She kicked out with chubby legs, excited to be carried around by her brother but also at the age where she wanted to crawl everywhere. He smiled, placing her on the ground in the living room, and pulled out her toy box, placing some building blocks in front of her. They were some of his favourite toys to help her play with; she liked it when he built her castles to destroy.

He loved the living room. Above the fireplace, two paintings hung. One was of Will Herondale, his ancestor, Jem’s parabatai, and Tessa’s late husband. The other was of Tessa and Will’s two children, Lucie and James. On the top of the fireplace were several photographs of Tessa, Catarina and Magnus; of Tessa and Jem on their wedding day, of Mina when she was born, and his favourite: the four of them in the gardens of Cirenworth Hall, the house silhouetted behind them, taken by Clary, when Jace and his friends had visited in the summer. Mina was sat in Tessa’s arms and Kit was stood beside her, Jem behind him with his arms around his wife and his son. Kit had a copy of the photo in his bedroom.

For a while, things were fine. They built houses and she knocked them over, grinning and clapping her hands in delight, which, in turn, made Kit laugh with her. She picked up a brick, chewing on it and Kit tried to wrestle it from her, like he had seen Tessa do every day. However, when he finally got it away from her, she screwed up her face and began crying.

“Hey, Mina, it’s okay baby. Here, look at me, Min-Min, it’s okay. You can have it back; you just can’t chew it.” He said desperately, reaching across the bricks to her, but she pulled away from him. Her cries made him panic and want to cry too but he was the one in charge; he had to act like it.

“I’m a Shadowhunter,” he muttered to himself, “I fight demons, I can calm a crying child.” He stood up, and picked her up, so that her head was against his shoulder, and she beat her tiny legs against his stomach.

However, he was out of his depth. He had seen Tessa and Jem calm Mina with ease, but as he tried to rock her, she just screamed and hit at him with her fists.

Tessa and Jem shouldn’t have trusted him with their daughter. He felt his eyes well up. Kit had disappointed them, like he did with everyone else, and now he was going to have to face the consequences. They would send him away somewhere, maybe to the Shadowhunter Academy, and he would be all alone again.

He had to do something. Call Magnus or even Emma, so that they could fix this. He wasn’t cut out for it, and they had a lot more experience with kids. Of course, that would mean that Tessa and Jem would find out, and they would hate him.

His heartbeat quickened, and his breathing too, when suddenly, his attention focused onto the portraits. Will stared down at him, knowingly, and Kit’s eyes strayed down to their family photo in the centre of the mantlepiece. Tessa and Jem would never send him away. They may not be his actual parents, but they loved him much more than his father had, and they spent their time looking after him, and making him a part of their family.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Tessa had always said that telling Mina stories was a sure way to make her calm down. Kit cleared his throat and stared down at his sister.

“Alright, Min, I’m going to tell you a story, so you’re going to have to be quiet so that you can hear it.” He said, moving her slightly. Her cries seem to quiet slightly, and he let out a sigh of relief before he started his story.

“When I first moved here, before you were born, your mom and dad told me about my mom. They said she loved me so much that she had to leave me. Your parents had tried to help her, and she refused them, but she had this necklace. It was in the shape of a heron and your dad put a spell on it so that she could send a message to him if she needed to. For a long time, she didn’t, but then, she was attacked by some bad faeries and she was forced to. My mom… she passed away, but they kept the necklace.” Mira was crying still, though her tears fell silently. As he had been talking, he had brought her back to the nursery, where he drew the curtains, and placed her on the changing table. He changed her as he continued.

“They gave me the necklace and they told me about her and how she lived her whole life in hiding to protect me. I don’t remember her… Just vague memories of the song she used to sing. No, I’m not going to sing it,” he said as she looked up at him with wide wet eyes, “you’d wish I hadn’t.”

She giggled, thickly, even though she couldn’t understand what he had said, and Kit finished changing her, disposing of the nappy and wiping his hands with a wet wipe. He gently brushed away the tears from under her eyes and smiled at her.

“See, it wasn’t all so bad. You’re fine now, Min-Min.” She babbled at him, and he picked her up into his arms, pressing a kiss on her nose to make her laugh.

He took his sister back to the living room and pulled out the giant piano mat that they had. Jem had seen it and declared that he would try and teach his baby how to play. Mostly, she enjoyed crawling across it and Jem delightedly cheered her on, clutching Tessa’s arm and declaring that she would be the next Chopin. Kit thought that the most exciting part of the piano mat was Jem’s reactions and he secretly thought that Mina felt the same.

“Here you are, Min-Min. Compose a piece to show your dad later.” She giggled and crawled forwards. Kit had knelt beside her and absentmindedly hit some of the notes to make them clash or compliment each other. Every time he made them clash, Mina glared at him, pouting, and he was reminded of Jem.

Jace had been teaching him piano in the last year since he had left LA. It was something for them to do when he stayed at the Institute. He loved living with Jem and Tessa, they were definitely people he would consider as his parents, and his guilty feelings of replacing his own parents had gradually subsided with Tessa’s assurances that you can love more than one person without forgetting the rest. He had been visiting Jace a lot; he helped him with his fighting skills and took him on patrol. Kit had never been able to play an instrument before; his father thought it was a waste of time, and he wasn’t great at it, but he found himself enjoying it more than he had expected.

Jem and Tessa had unearthed an old piano for him and placed it in the newly renovated music room for him to practice. They respected and appreciated artistic, non-vital things, like music, unlike his father and encouraged him to pursue all of his interests, even if they weren’t related to being a Shadowhunter. It was a welcome change from LA with the Blackthorns where everything revolved around it. Kit liked the peace and quiet of Devon.

Mina had gotten bored of crawling around the piano mat, and had seized her stuffed giraffe, bouncing it on one note. Kit laughed, and drew her off the mat, and showed her an easy tune, moving her arm with the giraffe so that she would play it. She did and stared, wide-eyed, at him as if she didn’t know why the music sounded good. They kept doing it, until she dropped the giraffe.

She was easily bored and distracted, and Kit was more than happy to keep passing her different toys to entertain her. This time, she went for an animal puzzle where she placed wooden animal pieces into different sized holes. She had long since mastered the giraffe, which seemed to be her favourite animal, but she had trouble trying to place the lion in the meerkat hole and putting the elephant in the wrong way around.

He smiled as he watched her, finding it amusing the way she stared at the pieces with wonder, and then hit them against the bored repeatedly until they slotted in. Kit had never cared for babies, but Mina never failed to amuse him in the whole time she had been alive. Then again, Kit had never had a sister before, and he supposed that made her more interesting than a regular baby.

As dinner time fast approached, Kit carted Mina back into the kitchen. Tessa had prepared food for them in advance, and Kit heated up Mina’s sweet potato and chickpea mash, leaving it too cool so that it was warm, and then handed it to Mina with a spoon, after tying a bib around her neck, placing a small plastic cup of water beside her. She shovelled her food into her mouth. She was hungry, so she was more content to eat her food than make a mess with it.

Kit unwrapped his sandwiches and sat beside her, eating quickly. When she had finished, he wiped her face and brought her a yoghurt. He crunched on some crisps, and he washed the dishes quickly whilst she was preoccupied with her desert.

“Look at you, Min. Making such a mess.” He smiled, wiping her face again, and the tray of her high-chair. He placed her on the floor to crawl around, whilst he finished tidying the kitchen. At some point, Church wandered in, staring at Kit with wide yellow eyes whilst he prepared his food. Mina had tried to grab him, but used to her, Church had just jumped up onto a chair and then the table. This also gave him a better vantage point to watch Kit make his food.

“Ca-ca! Ca-ca!” Mina shouted, flapping her arms around. Kit understand that as baby speak for “cat” as she couldn’t yet pronounce Church.

“That’s right, Min. It’s Church the cat.” She babbled the same sounds again, and he clapped for her, making her copy him.

Church yowled in protest against the delay of his food and Kit hurried to finish spooning the meat onto his biscuits, whilst being judged by him, as usual. He placed the bowl on the floor where he ate, then scooped up Mina and took her away before she had a chance to crawl over to Church and bother him. Generally, he was fine with Mina; maybe sensing that Jem would be unhappy if he attacked her, or maybe it was because she was just so lovable, even the angriest cat in the world loved her. However, Kit didn’t trust him, given the amount if times he had growled at or attacked him.

Church started to eat, crouching down in front of the bowls, tail flicking slowly behind him to indicate that, although he was happy to be fed, he still didn’t like Kit. To protest, he stuck his tongue out at the cat’s back before leaving the room.

He took Mina to the bathroom adjacent to her nursery and ran a bath whilst she sat there, pulling out some toys. Watching her, through the door, so that he wouldn’t fill the bath up too much, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her babbling to herself as she played with her giraffe.

He checked the temperature with a thermometer and made sure that the bathmat was secure, swirling the water around to avoid hot spots that could scald her. Kit brought her into the bathroom and washed her hands and face before undressing her and gently lowering her in. She was at an age where she could sit up properly on her own, but Kit was ready just in case she were to slip. The bathmat allowed her to avoid that, though, and he began to wash her.

Part way through, she splashed him with the water, soaking his grey t-shirt. He laughed, and gently flicked some at her arm. She stared at the spot where it hit her, with wide, confused eyes and then started giggling, hitting the water with her palms. Kit used one hand to wipe the water from his face.

“Oh Min-Min, you really are trouble. Your poor mum and dad won’t know what to do with you.” He joked, as he finished washing her. She giggled at him and her voice was squeaky.

“You’re like a mouse. Min-Min the mouse.” He imitated her, making a squeaking noise that made her clap her hands in delight.

Kit gently lifted her from the water and wrapped her in a soft, fluffy towel. He dried her, then carried her to the nursery to get her changed into her pyjamas.

“Ki-Ki!” She called.

“Hey, Min. We need to shush now, it’s nearly bedtime.” She let out a large yawn, as if he had reminded her that she was very tired, even though she couldn’t understand him properly yet.

“How about I finish my story?” He suggested, and she babbled in what he took as agreement. He swaddled her in and blanket and held her, as he sat in the chair.

Then, he continued his story. “Before my mum passed away, she gave me to my dad, and he looked after me. He wasn’t anything like your parents though, and I was unhappy. I made do though; I learnt a lot about the Shadow World through the Shadow Market. Then, one day, the protection spells around our house went down and he passed away too.” Kit didn’t expand on it. He didn’t think telling a baby about his father being murdered by demons would be a good bedtime story.

“Your parents saved me and took me to the LA Institute. They had some other things to do before they could come back and look after me. I made some friends there; Livvy and Ty, and later, Dru. I met my cousin, Jace. You know him; the one that looks a bit like me and is completely full of himself, and his girlfriend, Clary. She’s wonderful. I think you’ll really like her when you’re older. Basically, whilst I was living at the Institute, a bunch of things happened, and I chose to leave.”

Kit paused for a moment, thinking. “I’m glad I did. Things didn’t work out for me there, but I now have new parents who love me and the best little sister in the world.” He gently tickled her under her chin, and secured her as he stood, lowering her into the crib. Scooping the giraffe from the floor, he slipped it beside her, and she held onto it, then he placed the blanket her.

She yawned, sleepily, and Kit pressed a final goodnight kiss to her head, before retreating back to his chair. When her breathing had slowed into soft snores, he went to the bathroom to empty the bath and clean the water from the floor. Watching the water trickle away in a miniature wave pool, he considered what he had said to Mina.

He was happy he left LA. Sure, he missed the ocean and the Shadow Market, and Ty Blackthorn, but he would rather get another chance at a family than to mope around the Institute, knowing that Ty wouldn’t return his feelings.

Kit had a wonderful life in Devon, and he realised that it was what he had always needed. He had spent most of his time in LA watching the Blackthorns being a family, and until he got Tessa and Jem, he never truly understood what he had been missing, and he realised now, more than ever, that he couldn’t have fit into their family, like he had imagined doing.

Once the bathroom was dry, and the towels were hanging on the rack, he turned off the light and headed back to the nursery chair, cuddling up with a blanket, and continuing to watch the movie.

It was there that Tessa and Jem found him later, fast asleep, mouth slightly open, with his head on his shoulder. They checked on Mina and found her sleeping just as peacefully.

Kit woke up briefly, when Jem lifted him into his arms and carried him back to his bedroom, but promptly fell back to sleep before his head hit his pillow.

Jem covered him in his duvet and Tessa placed the laptop on his desk, then they both bent to give their son a kiss on his head, and Tessa paused to smooth out his golden curls.

“We were lucky to find him.” Jem remarked in a whisper.

“We were blessed.” Tessa corrected. “We have two beautiful children, and each other.” They stayed for a moment, watching Kit breathe, then they left, hand in hand.

Thank you for reading - I really hope you enjoyed! This little family warms my heart.

Let me know if you have any other fic ideas you want to see, about them or Kitty. xxx

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T. REWRITE - S2:E3; Chapter  Three, The Pollywog - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Dustin adopts a strange new pet, and Eleven grows increasingly impatient. A well-meaning Bob urges Will to stand up to his fears while Y/n’s powers grow stronger, bringing to light many questions about her past.

Warnings: possible trigger warning for anxiety attacks?? You know the drill (hopefully). If you would like to skip the small blurb I will indicate the start and end of it with these symbols [●●●]. Also, spelling and grammatical errors and typos galore. Have not edited yet.

||3rd Person POV||

"I still don't get why they call him zombie boy," Max asked Lucas, as they made their way to class. "I mean, I get it. He got lost in the woods for a week or something, but why is he a zombie? Because everyone thought he was dead?"

"Yeah, I mean, we had a funeral for him and everything," Lucas explained.

"After a week?" Max asked, dumbfounded.

Lucas knew this was coming.

"Well, see, some other kid drowned at the quarry. We thought it was Will because his body was super decomposed."

"What?" She stopped walking and gave Lucas a look, not buying the story. "Okay, that's not funny."

"It's not a joke, all right?" He sighed. "It's public knowledge. You can ask anybody. Except Will, because he is really sensitive about it. All right?" He stressed the last point.

Lucas liked Max, she was cool. And obviously, no one was ever really allowed to know what happened during that week. But he also cared about his friend and knew Will had enough going on, to have someone he didn't know asking all these questions, and bringing up what had happened.

Max saw the sincerity in Lucas's eyes, and her expression shifted to one of understanding.

And she did believe one thing. Whatever bullshit this kid was giving her, real or not, she knew from one look that he meant what he said about not bothering Will.

Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, surprising even her.

"Okay,"

And without another word, the two carried on to class.

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Bob pulled up to the front of the school, and Will stepped out.

Bob, who had previously rolled the windows down, called out a farewell to him as he shut the car door.

"Have a good day, kiddo!"

Will gave a weak smile in thanks and swung his backpack over his shoulders.

As Will walked across the schoolyard, his head down low, eyes darting everywhere in suspicion.

[●●●]

It felt like everyone was watching him. Judging him.

Zombie Boy.

He felt an unpleasant, dark presence creep up from his spine, and settle on his chest, and stomach.

'Was this how Y/n always felt during her anxiety attacks?'

He suddenly felt worse.

He knew he had unintentionally been avoiding her, but in all honesty, he was worried about letting her in. Besides, he hardly had time to sleep or think clearly since these episodes had been happening.

Will thought he felt more pairs of eyes on him and it made him feel like more of a freak. Every look, every glace puts more weight on his shoulders.

[●●●]

"The case of Phineas Gage is one of the great medical curiosities of all time."

More kids stared. Will caught their eye by accident and quickly ripped his eyes away.

"Phineas was a railroad worker in 1848 who had a nightmarish accident. A large iron rod was driven completely through his head,"

Will hoped, Will prayed they would just leave him alone. He was still on edge from last night. And he couldn't help but think, anyone who looked at him funny wouldn't be above trying the same stunt on him. And as he realized this thought, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be the same again.

||Reader's POV||

"Phineas miraculously survived. He seemed fine," Mr. Clark drew a line through the skull on the projector as he spoke, I hung off his every word.

"And physically, yes, he was. But his injury resulted in a complete change to his personality."

My face fell as I couldn't help but see the similarities in Will. And I stole a few glances at Will, as Mr. Clarke kept talking. However, I suddenly got the sense I was being watched.

"So much so, that friends that knew him started referring to him as 'No Longer Gage'"

Confused, I twisted around in my seat to see Max, who quickly looked away.

Trying to go shake it off, I turned back to the front, a confused look on my face.

"At the time this was known as the American Crowbar Case. Although it wasn't a--"

The door swung open, hitting the wall and making a loud noise and I jumped a bit in my seat.

Much to my surprise, and relief it was Dustin. And he was panting heavily.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Clark," He came in, and took his normal seat in front of Will. "Really, I'm so sorry. Please continue with the class. Don't mind me. Really, continue, please. Thanks."

Mr. Clarke had given him a stern look before continuing. "Although it wasn't a crowbar, it was a rod, as I said."

I kept glancing over at Dustin worriedly, having not known where'd he'd been since I saw him this morning.

I saw him lean in and whisper to the others. Something I barely overheard.

"We have to meet. All of us. At lunch, AV club"

"Why?" I'm pretty sure it was Mike.

"I have something you won't believe,"

Just then, Dustin turned around, giving me a look as of making sure I got that. I nodded, then he turned and he looked past me and repeated?

I gave him a weird look and turned around to see Max again.

"Dustin!" Mr. Clarke caught him.

Well, not really any surprise there I guess, Dustin may as well have been shouting. He quickly turned around in his seat, looking up innocently at Mr. Clarke.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Would you care to join the class now?" He asked, in a tone we normally hear him using on a selection of other students.

"Please, yes." My brother said eagerly, reaching down into his backpack for his notebook and pencil.

"Case of Phineas Gage,"

"Phineas Gage," he repeated, in acknowledgment.

"Page 104,"

"104, 104."

"Focus,"

"Focusing, focusing,"

When Dustin had his backpack open, I happened to notice the large black coils poking out and I leaned forward slightly, trying to get a better look.

'Was that...? His ghost trap?'

He cast one last glance over to Max and whispered, much softer this time, "AV club."

And then I saw him give her a big grin and a thumbs up.

"And he began to curse," Mr. Clarke continued. "using terrible words, that I don't dare repeat here"

My mind started to wander.

Like, why was Max looking at us like that, like she knew something? Or why was she invited to the AV club meeting? Not that I don't want to hang out with her, but I got the feeling it had something to do with... everything that happened last year. Especially considering I was planning on telling them about my little incident this morning.

'Guess that'll have to wait.'

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Down The Rabbit Hole |2| Billy Hargrove

Part 2: Begin at the Beginning

“You don’t have to drive me every morning. I can just take my bike,” Dustin reminded as Chelsea pulled into the school parking lot. Already she was on edge, her sweaty palms slipping off of the steering wheel at almost every turn.

“I know. This was more for me if I’m being honest,” she grabbed her bag from the backseat and sighed. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s just a bunch of high school kids.” 

“You’ll do great. You’re a total badass” he reassured, his hand patting her shoulder lightly. She smiled, appreciating just how sweet the young boy was.

“Thanks Dustin.”

The two stumbled out of her car, fixing their shirts and carrying their backpacks. Chelsea patted down her black corduroy skirt and straightened out the tight band shirt she wore. She could feel the stares from her classmates, her car drawing as much attention as Billy’s had before. She shook away the stares on her back, turning towards Dustin for one last reassurance.

“How do I look?”

“Totally tubular,” he declared with a giant grin. She laughed, rolling her eyes at his exaggerated surfer accent.

“Now I know Max and I have told you that no one says that.”

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High school in Hawkins wasn’t that bad. No one really bothered her as she sat through her classes and she was glad to be left alone. She was already halfway done with her day and nothing remotely horrible had happened. Lunch time had approached quickly however and within a few seconds of reaching her locker she found that she had company.

“Ready to eat?” Steve asked brightly as he looked down at her. 

“I’m not really hungry.”

“Ah, doesn’t matter. Come on.”

The school cafeteria was just like any other. Groups of kids hung out together, distinctions among them obvious in their choice of attire. Steve made a beeline for the lunchline, grabbing a few pieces of fruit and a packaged sandwich.

“Come on,” he motioned as he walked out towards the front of the school. She followed, unsure of where he was headed.

“You don’t eat inside?”

“Nah, too loud,” he stopped at his car and jumped on the hood before motioning for her to do the same. “Apple?”

“Thanks.” She took the shiny red fruit from his hands. “Where are your friends?”

“Somewhere doing something dumb I bet,” he speculated with a shrug. “I used to spend my lunches with my girlfriend but she’s not my girlfriend anymore so...”

“Shit, that sucks. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. She found someone she likes more. Can’t really blame her.”

“Steve Harrington, I refuse to let you do that to yourself,” Chelsea said in exasperation. “You’re a great guy. I may only know you for what? A week? But I can tell.”

Steve smiled, unsure of how to take the compliment and feeling elated at the same time.

“Thanks Chels, you’re pretty great too.”

“I know.”

Steve laughed loudly, earning the attention of the group of boys and girls who surrounded a car nearby. Chelsea instantly recognized one of them.

“Hey Steve. Mullet boy over there, he’s Max’s brother?”

“Step-brother,” he confirmed with a nod. “He’s a total douche. Used to be worse though before...”

“Before what?”

“Nothing,” he shook the thought away. “He can’t stop staring at you though. Just be careful.”

“Why? Afraid I’ll fall in love with the Hawkins bad boy?” 

“You’re too smart for that,” he waved the idea away. “But he’s...persistent when he finds something he likes.”

Chelsea stared at Steve as he ate, wondering what exactly had happened between the two to cause such disdain to seep into his voice.

“Thanks for what you do for Dustin,” she changed the subject preferring to land on happier topics. “I know he needed the guidance so thanks for being there for him.”

“Are you kidding? Dustin is great. Like the little brother I never had,” he said. “He’s lucky he’s got you too. You should have heard the kid when he found out you were coming. Wouldn’t shut up about how cool you were.”

Chelsea laughed at the thought of Dustin oversharing about her. She knew how he was when he was excited and was surprised his friends weren’t tired of her already after hearing him ramble on end about his “cousin from California.”

“Yeah, just wish it was under better circumstances.”

A silence passed between them. Steve reached out and placed a comforting hand on her thigh, hoping he wasn’t overstepping. 

“I’m sorry about your mom,” he said softly. Chelsea nodded, her face unreadable as her own hand squeezed his.

“It’s life, you know? It happens.”

Steve nodded. He didn’t want to pry and it was obvious she had tried to make peace with it. It was best left alone for now.

“Yeah.”

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“You’re Jonathan Byers,” she stated as she slid into one of the empty seats available. The boy looked up at her, surprised at both someone joining him and knowing his name. “I’ve met your brother.”

“Will?” he asked, his attentions now on the girl besides him. He’d caught sight of her in the hallways and had wondered who she was. It wasn’t every day that Hawkins got a new face. 

“Yeah. He’s friends with my cousin Dustin. He’s a pretty cool kid,” she smiled. He nodded, returning her smile with a small grin of his own. “I’m Chelsea.”

“Nice to meet you,” he replied softly. He looked around as he felt the stares of his classmates. “Are you sure you want to sit here?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?” Her head tilted in confusion at his question. He was incredibly soft spoken, with a voice that seemed eternally calm.

“Most people consider it social suicide to hang out with the school freak,” he answered honestly. He’d always been looked at differently and after everything he’d been through even he had to agree with how weird he was. She merely shook her head, her soft hair becoming slightly tangled with the movement.  

“You’re lucky I’m not most people then.”

He nodded, happy to find someone who seemed to be decent enough to befriend. 

“So you chose photography as your elective?” 

“Yup. I love taking pictures. It’s an underrated art in my opinion. I used to carry my camera around everywhere in California.”

“California. Must have some nice pictures.”

“Oh, Yeah. Of the ocean, mountains, beach piers, local parks. There’s so much to photograph out there.”

“There’s not much here in Hawkins,” Jonathan sighed. Chelsea smiled brightly as she pulled a Polaroid camera from her backpack, snapping a quick photograph of an unsuspecting Jonathan. 

“I think there’s more than enough.”

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Billy Hargrove couldn’t believe his luck when he walked into class that afternoon. It was science, a subject that came naturally to him and also his last class before the dreaded school day ended. He had sauntered in expecting to simply sit down and wait for the hour to pass but it seemed as if life had thrown a little gift at him. 

“Well, well,” he was smug as he took his seat next to her, “if it isn’t the new girl.”

“Hmm, if it isn’t the local douchebag,” she replied almost instantly. She didn’t miss a beat as she chuckled, noting the way his eyebrows shot up in surprise at her response. “I was wondering when I’d meet you, Billy Hargrove.”

“We’re on a first and last name basis? Now sweetie, you’re gonna have to share yours if you know mine,” he replied with a coy smile. 

“It’s Chelsea Steely,” she shared with a smirk. “I think you’d better remember it for the next time you nearly crash into my car. Your insurance will probably want it.”

“You nearly crashed into me.”

“You were the one speeding out of a parking lot.”

“So we’re both devils on the road. Something we have in common,” he winked, his devilish smile growing larger. “That’s one wicked tan you have. Not one you get from hanging around here.”

“I’m from California. But I’m sure Max already told you that.”

She wasn’t wrong to assume the younger girl had shared information about her but only because Billy had pried for it. It wasn’t every day that Hawkins had new meat.

“You’re feisty,” he commented, his voice low as he leaned in closer. She could smell his cologne, it’s warm spicy tones hitting her nose as he closed the distance between them. “I like that.”

“I think you’re dreaming, Hargrove.” The smirk on her face was enough to throw him off his usual charm. She turned her attention to the front of the class just as their teacher walked in. “I’m not the girl for you.”