#smol squad

[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.

[fanfictionroxs]

The way this fandom looks at Mew is exactly the way Boston seems to view him. They are obsessed with his virginity and his bare minimum standards for a potential partner and they seem to love villainising him in what only seems to be a desperate attempt to hide an insecure rotten core. But Mew seems to be, in actuality, a decent guy (if not slightly naive) who genuinely loves his friends and wants them to find love too. And he wants to find a guy for himself who will match his own standards. A very normal thing to desire for anyone who wants to date.

[jellyfosh]

HUH

Well

I- my headcannon of Dark’s height is actually canon. But then again it could be Alan just joking cause i haven’t watch that vid but still- Holy crud I got it right :0

The Dark Lord is Smol- The Smol Lord

Maybe that’s why he immediately killed the CG in the Showdown. Bro got offended by their height. or Dang Second’s overpowered laser totally downsized him. He took the Neko Neko kneecaps fr.

[mothmussy]

Never played a single Pikmin

But I would die for them 💖💕

[haikyuu-moments]

'how to make your ace look like a superstar'

emo bokuto is so damn cute. he looks like a smol bean. i love that whenever he goes into emo mode, his awesome teammates, who are really the unsung heroes, work tirelessly behind the scene to make sure their ace soar <3

bonus- akaashi's setter dump. he looks so pretty. like poetry in motion - graceful, powerful, and utterly mesmerizing 😵‍💫

[thisonesock]

Heaven, after Lucifer rebelled and was cast down to hell: You know what? Not only you will spend the rest of your eternal life banned in this rotten place, we will also give you depression!

Lucifer: What’s depression?!

Heaven: We don’t fucking now, but you get it anyway! >:(

[vrieseasees]

Team Mustang! I'm a sucker for squad guys lol gotta collect em all.....

[gunsatthaphan]

🥺.

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Time travel shenanigans

so

din is yoinked from the future (not grogu era) and ends up joining the batch

he somehow ropes fennec into joining

and mayday

so shenanigans ensue

also they adopt grogu because HE NEEDS A HOME AND HE'S CUTE AND SMOL and din has no self control when it comes to foundlings

Based off a text post I made

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Crosshair: I am working on this whole Good Guy thing, but anyone who cuts me in line at Starbucks deserves to have their kneecaps shot out, okay?

Din: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Crosshair: What did you do?! Din: NOBODY DIED! Crosshair: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Wrecker: What are you writing? Fennec: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information. Omega, looking over Fennec's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

Crosshair: So we can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or we can listen to Mayday and not do the thing, Fennec: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Crosshair: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Omega: If I run and leap at Mayday, they will most certainly catch me in their arms. Omega, running towards Mayday: Coming in! Mayday: No! I’m holding coffee! Mayday: *Drops coffee and catches Omega*

Fennec: Ah, ready for another fantastic day of being better than Crosshair.

Tech: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I think.

Wrecker: What are your adjectives? Mayday: …You mean my pronouns? Wrecker: No, I know what your pronouns are! What are your adjectives? Mayday: …I dunno. What are yours? Wrecker: Noisy and chaotic! Mayday: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to making complete sense so quickly.

Omega, staring at Grogu in a cage: ...Why are they in a cage? Tech: Because they growled at me.

Grogu: *eating a cinnamon roll* Hunter: Cannibalism. Grogu: *confused chewing noises*

[twinsandselfships]

Today we offer you: two dorks dancing UwU UwU

[denebolablack]

Clint: So... how it is to be the only straight person in this team, Stark?

Tony: *Calmy sipping his coffee* I haven't been straight one day in my life, Barton, so I wouldn't know the answer for that.

Crack sounds

Tony: *Turns around* What the fu-

Steve: *Totally blushed while holding a piece of table on his right hand* I'm sorry....

Bucky: *Staring at Tony while totally ignoring his own piece of table being held by his metal arm* So, are you free tonight, dollface?

Clint: *Shocked* YOU BROKE THE TABLE!

Tony: *Satisfied smirk* I might be free tonight if someone helps me finish the last armor prototype I'm working on before 6 o'clock.

Bucky and Steve: *Start running towards the lab*

Clint: They broke the breakfast table....

Tony: *Pats the archer's shoulders* I'll make them fix it later today, birdbrain. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go and make sure they're not breaking my work tables.

[neonponders]

Another small part two for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

Part 1 here ~

(also I’m putting these on ao3 so they’re easy to find.)

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Steve never expected to be in a doll boutique, but his latest, high maintenance residents refused the stiff, itchy clothes that came on commercial dolls. So now he walked around with the two little ones hitching a ride in his shirt pocket. 

It was odd, shopping for tiny and overpriced linen and stretchy knit fabrics. But clothes were clothes, and he kept looking around to make sure onlookers wouldn’t spot the tiny people in his pocket.

“See anything you like?” he whispered, but the replies were not helpful.

“Biwwy, is it scarwy in here?”

“The cwreeps aren’t wreal. But we’wre not tall enough for this.”

He had a point, there. These dolls were simply too big. Steve pivoted toward a section of the store which would arguably be worse: the porcelain harlequin section. But this boutique was organized by doll size, and unfortunately more clothing options went on larger dolls...

Steve sent a harmless smile to the shopkeeper, who eyeballed him suspiciously. His jacket easily covered small Billy and Steve, but their voices were not so easy to mask. Steve hoped the visible ear buds and cord hanging around his face would make anyone think the voices were from the radio.

“What the hell, Steve?”

He sighed. “Ignore the clowns. What about these overalls?”

“How do we piss in overwalls?” Billy retorted.

Steve sighed and continued along the shelves. “How about Grease lightning over here?”

“YEAH!”

“Shhhhhh, sh,” Steve panicked. “Quiet, all right? The owner already thinks I’m going to steal something.”

“Sounds fun,” Billy declared, wiggling in the pocket to get out.

Steve hastily cupped his hands around his shirtfront to catch the daredevils climbing - naked - from his pocket. He set them gently on the shelf and thankfully still had his hands up to catch the doll little Steve promptly knocked over. “Hold ‘im, Steve! I’ll get ‘is pants!”

“Guys, I can just buy the dolls and you can get dressed in the car.”

Tiny Steve paused to give that some thought, where as Billy had already removed a faux leather jacket and put it around his body. “This smells cheap.”

“It’s not real leather. Real would be too stiff with all the stitching. Is it comfy or not?”

“No,” Billy disregarded, throwing the jacket down. Then he pointed past Steve’s shoulder. “I want him.”

He glanced nervously at the shelf behind him, only to lift his eyebrows with relief. “Oh. Fighter pilot, huh?”

He brought the doll over, complete with tiny aviator sunglasses and...real rabbit fur on the bomber jacket collar. Steve groaned inwardly, Mom’s going to kill me.

But Billy’s little mouth dropped into an O of wonder when he touched the jacket. He couldn’t be bothered to take it off the doll, he just hugged the porcelain pilot tight, burying his face in the fur. “This one!”

“Okay, B. Back into the pocket. We gotta pay for it first. Steve? How you doin’?”

“I want this one,” his voice called, and Steve felt a spear of panic in his chest because he couldn’t see him. Then, right out of a horror movie, a doll shuffled across the shelf, knocking others out of the way as little Steve pushed its standing pedestal to the front.

The doll was another Grease model, but it was Danny from the beach scenes in the beginning: light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and pastel blue collared shirt.

From big Steve’s pocket, Billy critiqued, “The other one’s cooler.”

“Hey,” Steve chided softly. “You got the one you wanted. He can have the one he likes.” Then he added to little Steve as he took the doll and offered his other hand to magic carpet him back to his shirt pocket. “I think you have excellent taste.”

“Thank you, Stewie,” he sang, landing in the pocket with a solid tug on his shirt fibers.

Steve took a deep breath, his heart doing that painful pinch again. He tried to hang the discarded jacket on its doll’s shoulder before leaving, and made sure his own jacket hung over his pockets. “Miss? Do I bring the ones I want to the front or do you get them?”

The shopkeeper got a flash in her eye at the use of Miss instead of Ma’am, and came around to assist him. It didn’t get him a discount, though.

[akito-shinonome-daily]

🎤 day 224 🎵

➥ today’s akito is from 4koma 14 “encouragement and pancakes”!!

[jellyfosh]

Your teeny sad Dark icon is adorable (poor sad dude though). 🥺

He wishes to say thank you, But you mentioned teeny XD

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

In hindsight, maybe the chalkboard was not a good idea.

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