#wrecked-fuse

[neonponders]

Just a little something, inspired by @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

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Steve opened the door with his cheek full of sandwich. Unlike most people who have the sheriff on their stoop, he merely swallowed and went in for another bite. “Hey, sheriff. What’s going on?”

It took Steve too long to notice the shoebox in the man’s hands. His fingers lightly tapped on it until he glanced at it and decidedly stopped. “I don’t have any way of explaining things to you. All I know is that these should be with you. And. Uh...they refuse to be separated.”

Steve distantly wondered, Like magnets? in his mind as he accepted the box -

“Don’t open it out here,” Hopper warned. “Take them inside. Water, food, the works. Listen, this happened on the worst day because I gotta go. But you have my number.”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve answered by default, feeling supremely lost but not wanting to be an obstacle. If Hopper was delivering something in a shoebox that needed to be fed, how hard could it be?

He took the box to the kitchen and opened a cabinet for a plate with a tall brim. If it was chicks or something, they would need something they could drink out of without falling into...

Steve lifted the lid off the box and froze. He stared into alarmingly familiar brown eyes. If the past three years in Hawkins, Indiana hadn’t happened, he might’ve reacted badly, like flinching or yelling or something.

Now, though...he ventured a wary, “Hi?”

Perhaps if Hopper had given him a better description of what the box held, Steve would have thought of something cleverer to say to his tiny doppelganger. Because that’s exactly who he was seeing: a version of himself that was so small, he could fit on Steve’s palm, lying down.

The box was padded with a baby blanket on the bottom, and two plushies on either side, protecting the little ones - because there were two, Steve was realizing in staggered terror. Hopper had clearly stolen his secretary’s handkerchiefs and used a safety pin to toga-wrap them for some kind of clothing.

The little Steve sat down right on the other little one, who lay in a fetal position on the blanket. Big Steve realized all at once that the small one was glaring at him.

“I won’t hurt your friend,” he immediately softened. “Sorry, my name’s Steve.”

“My name’s Steve!”

Big Steve’s mouth hung, thoroughly at a loss for words. Well, they’re not babies...

Then he recovered, “That’s great! We’re the Steves. Is it okay that I get you some water and food? Is your friend okay?”

The large head underneath little Steve’s protective stance swiveled to point teary, but bright blue eyes at him. Once again, Steve felt like his brain just couldn’t keep up and hadn’t noticed in time that the other one’s hair was blond. Oh no...

Little Steve lowered to the blanket to huddle close to the other one. Maybe he thought he was whispering, but Steve heard clearly, “Biwwy? Food?”

Big Steve swallowed but kept his voice level and kind. They refuse to be separated.

“Billy? Do you know what your favorite food is?”

A single Fruit Loop would fill these guys up...

For all of the fear that Billy’s body language carried, his eyes were resilient and his bottom lip pushed up in a pathetic - and adorable - whimper. “Em nn Ms.”

“M&M’s?” Steve reiterated as he quickly ran through his memory of the fridge and pantry. He couldn’t imagine that the sheriff station had a lot of options “Coming right up. Are you two warm enough?”

“We’wre naked, dumb ass!”

“Wow,” Steve croaked as he hid the original water dish in the sink and went for the shot glasses. “You really remind me of someone.”

With the electric kettle, he warmed up some water with honey and set the glass in the box. “Be gentle, okay? It’s a little hot but you need to drink some water and it will keep you warm. We’ll work on getting you guys clothes later.”

“Biwwy wants emm and emms!” little Steve shouted, his voice cracking a little.

Steve put his elbows on the counter to be more on their level. “I know, but I need an extra minute. Don’t strain your voice. I can hear you really well, I promise.”

Delicate slurping filled the air as he ripped open an M&M’s package and cut through the peanuts before it occurred to him that people have nut allergies. “Do you two happen to have any allergies?”

Billy answered, “Awergic to people bein’ pokey!”

Steve inhaled for patience. “Do you like chocolate M&M’s or peanut M&M’s?”

“The rwed ones!”

“Okay, but is there something crunchy in the middle or not?”

“Why wouldn’t there be?”

Steve finished cutting a couple of candies in half and set them next to the shot glass. Billy chomped contently over the candies while Steve cracked an egg into a bowl and got a pan onto the stove. The glass chiming of the whisk made two heads perk up over the edge of the box, using one of the plushes as a stepladder. “Steve?”

He looked at his smaller version. “Yeah?”

“What’s that?”

“I’m making a scrambled egg for us. You need more than M&M’s to keep that hair shiny.”

Tiny hands sandwiched his head as he considered that, but little Billy scrutinized him with lips pressed into a discontent line. “Are scwambled eggs good?”

“They’re my favorite.”

Billy looked at the smaller Steve as if both Steves were one and the same. Then he waved a little hand in the air, summoning. “Pick me up! I wanna see.”

“Hang on, hang on, the stove is too hot to risk you getting too close. I’ll move the box. Hang on tight.”

Ever so gently, Steve grasped the box and picked them up to set them on the counter beside the stove. The small Billy and Steve didn’t hang onto the box, though. They put their arms around each other, and held onto Steve’s thumbs hooked on the edge of the box.

The living heat radiating from those little hands into Steve’s skin made his heart break and stitch itself back up at the same time. All at once, these two...humans? Creatures? Were very real, and Steve was in very deep shit.

[weird-an]

The summer camp’s uniforms are way too tight. Tiny shorts and tank tops that leave nothing to the imagination. Harrington looks good in green and white. Billy’s fantasies have been going wild ever since he first got to see that great ass again, he tries to ignore it, but it doesn’t work.

He really thought he was over that urge that made him go after Harrington in High School. He had been wrong. This Camp isn’t doing anything to correct his behavior, it fucking encourages it. Neil would have a heart attack if he found out that Billy spends his days trying not to stare at a pretty boy’s behind and failing spectacularly.

Read more on AO3. A fic based on @wrecked-fuse's Summer Camp AU art (one of many examples!) that melts my brain on a regular basis. Nsfw.

[ihni]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IHNI! YOU’RE ONE OF THE SWEETEST KINDEST PERSONS I KNOW THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY! 💞🌸🫵🥹🎂🎊💖💕💝🌺💞

Aaaah, and in all caps too?? That is so sweet of you and I did have a good day, thank you!

[puppetmaster13u]

Hey you know The Class Pulled a Tiamat thing that I keep using in prompts? Well I finally did the lineart and colors for if they could also take a humanoid form so probably expect more prompts at some point lol :)

NGL I had a lot of fun just doin colors, and one of my discord friends' reactions was SMASH so hopefully that says something about the design lol.

[wrecked-fuse]

fem!Eddie

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[cloudysfluffs]

tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[miyaneatworld]

more apexposting

apeks lejens

[mildmayfoxe]

i loved that focaccia with guanciale and egg that i had the other week so much that when i saw little round focaccias at the store yesterday i knew i needed to try to make another one myself (with bacon). it came out great but i had to bake it in the toaster for like an hour so finally i put my oven thermometer in there & turns out it’s only hitting like 250 while set to 450 so guess i gotta go toaster oven shopping

[higurehige]

Love to see people ripping apart pokefusion and fakemon artists in the crossfire of palworld drama. Dumb idiots tearing down the artists they claim to be 'defending' in their spiels for why palworld ''sucks'.

[anna-hawk]

That Iron Maiden t-shirt

Relationship: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1003

Additional tags: alternate universe—everyone lives/nobody dies – boys in love – fluff – kissing

Summary: Steve can't wait for his shift to end.

Inspired by a beautiful and sweet artwork by @wrecked-fuse.

Read it on AO3

Steve looks at his watch and sighs dejectedly. 

“Oh my God, you are killing me here, Steve,” Robin groans while hanging her head and stopping what she’d been doing – rearranging a stack of VHS cases – to hit her forehead against the shelf the cases are on. “Checking the time every thirty seconds won’t make it go by faster, just FYI.”

“Hey, rude. I never say anything but supportive stuff when you’re going on a date with Vicky after work,” Steve shoots back, slightly offended, while shaking a finger at Robin at the same time.

“Maybe, but I’m not sighing every. Damn. Thirty. Seconds and mopping around through my whole shift.”

Steve scoffs, ready to argue that he’s not doing any of that, when his eyes automatically return to his watch. He’s about to sigh again, but stops as he realizes what he was going to do and meets Robin’s eyes with a sheepish smile. She only lifts an eyebrow with a snort that clearly says I told you so.

“Alright, fine. But we haven’t seen each other all week.”

“He was here just yesterday.” Robin waves a hand around to indicate the whole store. 

“Yeah, but…” Steve ducks his head and scuffs the toe of one shoe against the floor. “Is it enough for you when Vicky stops by, but you can’t be close to her?” He asks with a hopeful glance at his friend. 

Robin’s shoulders slump as she looks to the side and to where she’d talked to Vicky earlier, the counter – and other reasons – unfortunately separating them in public. 

Steve smiles softly at her expression. She might complain and tease him, but they’re in the same boat. If someone understands what Steve’s going through, then it’s Robin. 

“I’m going to the other side of the store until we’re closing,” she says decisively, putting back the stack of cases where they belong and walking through the store. 

Steve laughs at the unspoken, So I don’t have to hear you sigh again.

Unfortunately, customers start trickling in an hour before closing time, resulting in the last one leaving nearly fifteen minutes after Robin has switched the OPEN sign around to make sure that no one else comes in. Steve has to hold back from frogmarching the indecisive man out of the store, before he turns the lock and runs into the staff room. 

He comes out a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a black Iron Maiden t-shirt. 

Robin looks him up and down with an amused expression and an inquisitive nod towards the t-shirt. “Do you even know who they are and what they sing?” 

Steve gives her his best deadpan stare, but his eyes travel to his chest, nonetheless, a worried crease forming between his brows. To be fair, Steve’s knowledge on heavy metal isn’t the best. He’s discovered several bands recently, enjoying some of them, but maybe this is too much, even if he’s going to a concert tonight? 

“He’s gonna love it,” Robin says gently, and Steve snaps out of it, his eyes meeting hers. 

He scratches the back of his head self-consciously and nods with a small smile. Then he looks at this watch again and curses under his breath. 

“I-”

“Just go,” Robin snorts and rolls her eyes fondly while making a shooing motion. “I can close without you.”

Steve grins and grabs his car keys from under the counter and runs out the door. He makes it to Forest Hills in a short time, small rocks flying through the air as he hits the brakes on the dirt road and comes to a stop in front of a trailer. He steps out of the car, only to see the door to the trailer fly open and Eddie jump out of it. Steve quickly walks to meet him, his mouth opening with an apology for being late on the tip of his tongue, but Eddie crashes into him and kisses Steve soundly, his hands on Steve’s hips. Surprised by Eddie’s unexpected action, Steve has his eyes still open and is able – at least as much as he can with their proximity – to see Eddie’s closed eyes and happy expression. A tender smile forms on Steve’s lips, his hands rising to settle over Eddie’s sides, while his eyes slowly fall shut, and he kisses Eddie back with the same enthusiasm. It’s soft with a hint of longing and something more, their lips moving together and their tongues teasing the other lightly. 

Steve rests his forehead against Eddie’s after the kiss ends, a dopey smile on his face. But Eddie isn’t looking any different from Steve, so it’s fine. And anyway, Eddie is looking too damn cute to ignore and not keep close, with his hair pulled in a messy bun at the base of his head and his infamous denim jacket thrown over a white t-shirt. 

“You sure this is alright?” Steve asks with a small jerk of his head in the direction of the other trailers, wondering if someone saw them, but he's not stepping away from Eddie either way. 

“Nah. It’s too dark here.” Eddie shrugs and pointedly pecks Steve on the lips again. 

Steve slips his arms further around Eddie and puts his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck. 

“Sorry, I’m late,” Steve breathes as he presses a soft kiss to the skin under his lips. 

“Don’t sweat it, we still got time if we leave right now.” 

Eddie pulls slowly away, clearly reluctant to do so, and leans into the trailer to grab his stuff. He grabs Steve’s hand, before he stops as he finally seems to notice Steve’s choice of clothing. A broad but fond grin appears on his face as he nods approvingly. 

“That’s some badass shirt, Harrington.” Eddie resumes tugging Steve towards Steve’s car with a chuckle. 

Steve smiles brightly as he eagerly follows. He never lets go of Eddie's hand as they drive through the night in the direction of the concert. 

[neonponders]

Part 7 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧁

~ Part 6 ~

~ on ao3 ~

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Billy had his assignment, and getting the smaller Billy’s head measurement was the easy part. He had to use a strip of paper to mark the circumference of the large noggin’ on the little body, and then measure that before he went to the most expensive store for tiny clothing.

“Okay, chipmunk. I’ll see you at the music store.”

“Bwing the hat!”

“They might have to make it if it’s not available,” Billy warned on his way out of the video store.

Big Steve sighed heavily, inducing Robin to scrutinize him. “Are you afraid of the doll store?”

“Only the woman who runs it. Can we close already? I’m ready to be a person again.”

“Music Stowre!” little Steve shouted with his hands in the air. Big Steve set their finished shoebox room on the counter and waved them in.

“Get inside, you two, and hold on tight.”

Billy charged through the cardboard flaps they’d cut like doors and pushed the button on the battery pack shoved under his bed. The little fairy lights around the room bloomed with warm light as they landed on their beds, ready for their ride.

Robin carefully tied shoelaces over both of them like seatbelts while Steve closed up the back of the store. She carried their precious cargo as he moved the register money bag to the safe and turned the lights off. With the front door finally locked, Steve heaved a breath of relief and ripped his vest off. “Okay, let’s go.”

Little Steve and Billy sang movie tunes on the way to the record shop. Robin couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she held them on her lap and said to big Steve, “Getting Billy to go to the doll store is a test, isn’t it?”

Steve shrugged. “B wants a hat. It’ll be nice for someone else to use a credit card for a change. If I can get Hopper to buy anything, he’s getting a list.”

However, he felt Robin’s gaze on him and peeked at her before admitting, “Yeah, Billy Hargrove, lifeguard extraordinaire, in a doll store sounds hilarious. Sue me.”

“What’s wife gward?” small Billy exclaimed.

“He’s not a wife guard,” Robin sassed, rocking from the nudge Steve gave her. She rerouted, “Billy works at the Rec Center, little man. So he teaches exercise classes, swimming lessons, and makes sure people stay safe in the indoor and outdoor pools.”

“Biwwy’s a knight?” small Steve exclaimed in wonder.

Robin’s eyes narrowed as the car turned into a new parking lot. “I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but it is technically his job to protect people.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “Big Biwwy, is so cool! But who keeps Biwwy safe?”

Robin and big Steve exchanged a loaded silence as he turned the car off. The latter reassured, “Billy can take care of himself while he’s gone. Are you ready to hear some music?”

“Hell yeah!” Billy declared.

Reggae played over the main speakers of the store, and an underlying aroma of marijuana wafted up from the carpets. Steve and Robin understood without saying anything that they needed an empty nook of the store. Robin set the box on a shelf between cassette and vinyl racks. She looked at the tape left in the player and set it aside before giving the shoelaces a tug to free the little ones. “You need to stay in there, okay? It’s too easy to get lost in here.”

Steve appeared and held up two small LP’s. “Do you want a little spicy or a little soul?”

“Spicy!” Billy demanded.

Robin placed the headset on the box as if the shoebox were a head, and Steve got the record player going. “You Spin Me Around” by Dead or Alive started up and Robin’s nose wrinkled.

“You’re going to give them a heart attack. Soul, soul, soul...” She started switching the LP’s, only to corner, “Steve, Boney M. is disco.”

“It’s groovy,” he smiled over a rolling shoulder. He put the other record back and set the needle down on the right song.

As music began to trickle over the shoebox bedroom, little Steve began to sway his hips. “Gwoovy,” he said experimentally.

Steve and Robin place the other headsets on their heads, the latter nodding along as Steve shamelessly danced in the store. “Let it out, lil dude. Let the music wiggle through you.”

Little Steve smiled shyly as he looked at Billy sitting on his bed and kicking his feet. “Gwoovy, Biwwy!”

Robin laughed, “Can you imagine how many complaints we’ll get if we play this at work?”

“Yeah, from Keith, if he ever bothers to actually come into work. Everyone else will thank us. How long until the GM realizes Keith is at the community college instead of Family Video?”

“Depends on when I need a raise,” she finished, letting more of her body move to the music.

Steve laughed and watched his smaller self coax Billy off the bed and do little hops and wiggles to the music. Robin encouraged, “Woo! Shake that wittle butt, Billy Boy. You’re rocking it.”

They both laughed as Billy did just that, bending his knees and throwing his butt back and forth while little Steve clapped his hands to the music.

A deeper voice warned, “Don’t throw your back out.”

The little ones gasped at big Billy joining them with his own box under his arm. Flicking the lid open, he withdrew something and twirled a familiar hat over his finger. “How about a summer jacket instead of that winter one? It’s not in season yet.”

Little Billy jumped up and down. “My hat! Will it fit? Gimme!”

Steve marveled, “They had a whole Indiana Jones doll?”

“I’ll mail you my fees,” Billy retorted, and shoved the box against Steve’s chest. Steve held it while Billy disrobed the doll and passed down the thinner jacket. Next came the hat -

“Don’t show him that,” Steve warned quietly when he gripped Billy’s hand inside the box.

Billy held his gaze a moment before he assured, “Relax, Harrington. It’s not a real whip. It’s just a string.”

“I don’t care. A bird will take these guys away if we’re not careful. B tries to belly flop off my bedside dresser every morning. Don’t let him see it.”

Billy’s brows reached for his hairline as he removed his hand from Steve’s grasp, holding it up defensively. “Your call, daddy Harrington.”

Robin pointed a mild grimace over Steve’s shoulder. Billy didn’t draw attention to it and instead looked down at little Billy putting the hat on smaller Steve’s head. “Stevie! We need a miwwor in here.”

Little Steve giggled and looked up at them, holding the wide-brimmed fedora on his head. “How do I wook?”

“Like a million bucks,” Steve congratulated.

Little Billy blushed. “Gwoovy.”

The corner of larger Billy’s mouth crooked up.

[weird-an]

Steve sees that Billy is freezing. He's only wearing his denim jacket, his lips are pale and his teeth are actually chattering.

"Here, have my scarf." Steve wraps his black cashmere scarf around him. His jacket is warm enough, he doesn't need it.

"It‘s ph-phine, Stebe."

He can barely make out Billy's words, because he's shaking so much. That man would never admit to needing anything, even if he is bleeding and dying. Or freezing to death.

"That's enough, we're going home," Steve decides.

"I‘m not c-c-cold," Billy insists. A few snowflakes fall on his mullet.

Steve groans and wants to stomp his feet like a toddler. "Then I am cold. Let's go."

"You are s-s-uch a p-p-pussy."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve grabs Billy's ice cold hands and drags him towards his car. Walking through winter wonderland with a freezing Californian is a pain in the ass.

At home he makes them hot chocolate with marshmallows, drags Billy to the couch and wraps three of the biggest, softest blankets he can find around them.

"I don't need that," Billy tells him when Steve gives him the steaming mug. He scowls at the drink until he takes a sip from it. Chocolate sticks to his thin mustache. He hides his grin when Steve turns around, but Steve saw it.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Steve asks when Billy finally sinks a bit further into their nests of blankets. Steve has won this round.

Billy shrugs, leans over and rubs his cold nose against Steve's neck. His icy hand slips Steve's sweater. Steve tries not to squirm at the cold.

"We can warm each other's dicks," Billy suggests. He sounds tired and not up for it at all.

"Sure," Steve humours him, rubbing Billy's back. That's the trick. Agreement with Billy's denial on the outside, working against it on the inside. Billy doesn't move.

It only takes seconds. Steve manages to grab Billy's chocolate before it slips out of his hand.

Billy is snoring against his skin, nose still cold. Steve wraps the blankets tighter around them.

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Majorly inspired by @wrecked-fuse

[kegareki]

i am just now discovering that greninja is a frog and not another evolution of ninjask

this entire time when fics mentioned ash-greninja i was imagining like. a shedinja with ash's hat on. like a floating bug husk with a hat who was also a fused human and bug.

ash-greninja is a FROG?

[trans-can-fire]

Hey so I am definitely not freaking out over an artist I've been admiring for years liking my dumb, dumb shit.

Not at all.

[wrecked-fuse]

pocket Billy adventurous misadventures

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[rt-arts]

saw this frame while watching hellshow w/ my partner and we both immediately thought of the same thing at the same time