#Billy Cranston x Eugene Skull Skullovitch

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Needed more fluff of them

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“First one to cum loses.”

Matt/Billy(/Skull) 🤪

....This was just supposed to be 1k TOPS, what is wrong with me.

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Character Ask Game:

Blue and Orange with a Dash of Green/Quad Life Matt/Billy/Skull:

Do they have any injury stories? What is a topic they would be excited to talk about? What is a talent they wish they had? Do they have a high pain tolerance? What words could tear them down? Do they believe in myths and fairy tales? What is their favorite form of affection? Do they prefer company or solitude when sick? What animal would they say best represents them? What element best represents them? What food or drink do they consider a treat? Do they prefer restaurant food or home cooked food? Is there a type of object they don’t like? If they had to get a tattoo what would it be? What is something they would refuse to wear? What are their opinions on scars?

Sorry this took so long...but it was a lot of FUN!

Do they have any injury stories?

Matt: He has a faint scar on his scalp, situated on the upper back part of his head. It’s hard to see with his hair, but easily felt if one runs their hands through it. When they were children, roughly 9 to 10 years old, maybe, Matt was showing off in front of Jason and Zack, racing his bike up and down the street sans helmet of course, popping wheelies and taking his hands off the handlebars. It was all fun and games until he wiped out, cracking his skull of the pavement and opening a cut that took 7 stitches to close. The wound bled like hell, being a scalp injury and all; Jason had pressed his t-shirt to it while Zack ran back to Matt’s house to get his mom.

Billy: Almost concussed himself in the Command Center trying to repair the damage Tommy had caused when he was the evil Green Ranger and decided to go ham on all the consoles. In his haste and stress over the situation, he’d made a careless mistake and crossed the wrong wires. The resulting discharge knocked almost into the Viewing Globe. It was such a stupid and rare mistake that the gravity of what happened fully set in and for the first time during the clusterfuck, Kimberly burst into tears and Jason bellowed his first public f-bomb.

World of the Coinless Skull: Wow, this would be hard to narrow down. There were injuries aplenty in Drakkon’s bullshit world. Probably the most obvious would be volunteering for castration in order to join the Red Sentry guard. He’d earned other scrapes and bruises from various skirmishes as he worked undercover for the asshole. And when his ‘buddy’ Red discovered he was a Coinless spy, he’d done his share of damage. The pet had knocked Skull’s head around, splitting his lip and making his ears ring; however, for some reason, instead of  following up with a killing blow, Red had oddly dropped his hands, lowering his defenses just long enough for the injured Sentry captain to return the favor, rendering his frenemy unconscious so he could escape.

What is a topic they’d be excited to talk about?

Matt: Sports, sports, and more sports… the newest action movies… cars…

Billy: The intricacies of interdimensional travel… Promethea’s newest discoveries (the ones Grace allows him to share)… Theories of time lines and ‘canon events’…

World of the Coinless Skull: Photography, specifically modeling… the newest fashions… the appeal of vintage attire compared to modern day… In fact, now that he and Red have reunited in the Prime Universe, Skull models for him and their work is displayed on an anonymous website that has garnered a lot of attention. Eugene loves striking a pose in silky, Victorian inspired gowns, showing off his pale, almost translucent skin, the back of his still dark hair (never showing his face for obvious reasons). He loves uses props in the photos such as parasols, pocket watches, delicately painted hand fans, bouquets of Red’s roses… large old-fashioned hats, broaches and pearls…

What is a talent they wish they had?

Matt: He is quite inspired by Red’s photography and wishes he had the eye for detail that he and Eugene seem to have, the imagination to pull off the grand still-lifes that they capture. Hell, he even sometimes wishes he could sketch like Drakkon so he could draw Eugene in all the elaborate poses and costumes.

Billy: He wishes he were more coordinated when not morphed. As the Blue Ranger, he is able to balance, leap, twist, and flip in ways he can’t otherwise pull off.

Skull: He is working to manage his demons from his former life. Sure, he utilizes humor and witty comments but he actually wants to try to heal some of his inner wounds. When he and Red aren’t shooting their masterpieces, he is trying to teach Eugene some of the techniques of meditation and mindfulness that he’s read about in books, as well as journaling and other techniques he’s learned from his friend, Jane, the former camp store clerk who’d moved into a cabin down the road a few months after he, Tommy, Jason, and Drakkon moved into theirs.

“I think Jane was a therapist in another life,” Red jokes, not knowing the half of it.

Do they have a high pain tolerance?

Matt: Yes, playing sports and getting into stupid scraps has a way of toughening one up.

Billy: Somewhat, not as high as Matt and Skull by a long shot. And he can definitely take more damage when morphed. But he loves being babied by his partners, so a little distress isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

World of the Coinless Skull: Considering the world, he’d come from, Eugene definitely has a high pain tolerance, mentally and physically. It’s a special type of pain to watch your balls being removed and knowing you signed up for it… And Drakkon couldn’t have given a shit about making sure his future guards were given anxiety or pain medication prior to completing his ‘protocol’.

What words could tear them down?

Matt: Imposter, second choice, sloppy seconds when it comes to being selected to be a Ranger. Subpar… fake… not a ‘real’ Ranger.

Billy: Not good enough, failed, disappointment (if his smarts weren’t enough to solve a problem), weakling…

World of the Coinless Skull: Hearing the words that one of his partners have died… the first time, he’d almost thrown himself off Angel Pointe in his anguish.

Do they believe in myths and fairy tales?

Matt: He has some superstitious beliefs like step on a crack, break your mother’s back…don’t open an umbrella in the house… These annoy Billy sometimes because there is no scientific proof to support the statements.

Billy: Not really. He’s a man of science. But clearly there’s more than the eye can see, as evidenced by Grid energy (and their respective animals), etc… However, in his mind he can make the connections to skirt myths and fairy tales… He can back up the existence of such powers.

World of the Coinless Skull: Yes, considering he’d met the Jabberwocky, spending time in Satan’s den with Drakkon and Red and their fucked up, unexplainable shit. Who’d have foreseen someone as evil as Dictator Dick skipping along to take over and turn their world topsy turvey into some godforsaken black and white, American Gothic hellscape? Would fairy tales or myths really be so hard to believe in after all that clusterfuck?

What is their favorite form of affection?

Matt: Definitely physical, with hugs and kisses and hot sex, arms around the shoulder, ruffled hair…

Billy: Acts of service… he loves making his partners’ lives easier, especially Eugene’s after all he’s been through.

World of the Coinless Skull: He’s not so much on physical affection per se… it has to be the right circumstances. He is big on thoughtful gifts, especially anything homemade or even custom if he can manage it.

Do they prefer company or solitude when sick?

Matt: He prefers solitude as he’s used to be the friendly, big brother backbone for his partners and friends. He doesn’t want that to be tainted by them seeing him frail and fallible.

Billy: Company… he loves being babied by his partners and being sick or injured is a good excuse. He’s used to his smarts pulling them through much trial and tribulation as Rangers so its nice to be the one getting taken care of.

World of the Coinless Skull: He’s used to solitude in his old life. In the Coinless world, if you popped up sick or injured, you were essentially already dead depending on the severity. No one else wanted to risk catching your cooties and taking a dirt nap along with you. Most times, the sentiment was ‘Piss on you.’ It was every bastard for himself. But when Red lovingly tended him, bathing his feverish body in cool baths, sponging the sick sweat off his flesh, spooning broth into his mouth…it made things seem more hopeful. It was nice to be cared for, though odd. He’s working on getting comfortable allowing his Prime partners to be there for him as Red once was…

What animal would they say best represents them?

Matt: A labrador retriever… excitable, loyal, nutty, fun-loving…

Billy: A wise old owl, for obvious reasons…

World of the Coinless Skull: Red often referred to Eugene as a ‘little rabbit’ and he wasn’t too far off when equating him with something small and timid in appearance. However, Skull was resourceful, cunning, and could be mean as fuck if the situation warranted… He was lanky, unassuming, sometimes amusing to watch… Billy was the one who mentioned Skull reminded him of a mongoose and it just seemed to resonate. Especially when he learned about being impervious to snake venom…

“Hell, I think I rolled with the most dangerous snakes to ever exist…and I didn’t die.”

What element best represents them?

Matt: Much like the OG Jason Scott, Matt is fire…warm, compassionate, athletic… daring, fun, dedicated to his partners and friends with a ferocity that could be frightening.

Billy: He is air…intelligent, quick thinking, ambitious… can appear cool at times or detached though that is often not the case at all.

World of the Coinless Skull: Like Red, Eugene is water. Creative, whimsical, intuitive, colorful in personality. It was pity he had to cover much of it for so long as a merciless Sentry captain… Now that he is free to be himself, to heal his interior world, he and Red are growing closer as friends due to their overlapping artistic interests and talents. As Red had been learning under Jane’s tutelage, meditation and mindfulness helped to center his mind when the ‘bad thoughts’ started howling. He and Skull can sometimes be found out on the back deck, sitting cross legged with their fingers held in specific positions, eyes closed, and faces lifted towards the sky.

What food or drink do they consider a treat?

Matt: Pastries… cake, cookies, muffins…donuts… Milkshakes. All the ‘bad’ stuff.

Billy: Has a secret love for sour candy.

World of the Coinless Skull: Compared to fare in the Coinless world, everything here is a treat… but he loves cotton candy, elephant ears, popcorn, waffles with lots of syrup, whipped cream…gum, of course… cream sodas… pizza…

Do they prefer restaurant or home-cooked food?

Matt: He loves going out to eat…Mostly because dishes are the bane of his existence.

Billy: Home-made as one can never be sure of the cleanliness of what’s going on with the food when it’s out of sight.

World of the Coinless Skull: Home-made for similar reasons, but also with the concern for what someone might be doing to your meal or slipping inside it without your knowledge…poisons, pills, cum, shit, boogers… None of that was beneath his former cohorts in the Sentry guard.

Is there a type of object they don’t like?

Matt: Anything that has an instruction manual thicker than a phone book or takes hours to put together…has lots of pieces…

Billy: Things with Velcro. The sound is gross… Things that don’t have a specific purpose.

World of the Coinless Skull: He has a similar mindset to Red… things with loud noises, flashing lights… fast or unpredictable movements… highly detailed or involved electronics… He’s of the mind that simpler is better just like Red. They understand this well about one another.

If they had to get a tattoo what would it be?

Matt: Something large over his back, probably a ‘sick’ dragon design coming out of the water… You know, on the grand scale…

Billy: Unsure about permanent ink… would have to be meaningful…and small… and easily hidden. Something intimate that his partners know about.

World of the Coinless Skull: You only live once so he’d have fun with it… tramp stamp… a corset style ribbon threading his flesh down his spine, a constellation on his ribs…A large open vintage pocket watch with the date and time he’d arrived in the Prime Universe: December 31st at 11:59 pm.

What is something they would refuse to wear?

Matt: Underwear…why bother? Save time going commando. And no lines in the Ranger silk…

Billy: Wool… too hot and itchy.

World of the Coinless Skull: Underwear… Again, why bother? Unless it’s something artistic for his photos with Red, like a g-string, garters, and thigh high stockings… or a lacy number juxtaposed with an old fashioned petticoat and skirts… oh or a leather piece with a bustier…

What are their opinions on scars?

Matt: Bad-ass… Macho… Intimidating… in other words, ‘rock on’.

Billy: He prefers to hide his own, but his eyes love to trace the ones decorating Eugene’s naked flesh like lady’s lace.

World of the Coinless Skull: They tell a story… a personal history… In his and Red’s case, it was a chronicle of their own private hell. Now that they are free (and sane), they swap stories about the various marks marring their bodies that they were too polite or oblivious to ask before. Though it sometimes makes Eugene hate Drakkon more, despite his turning over a new leaf, and even Tommy earns a side-eye, it releases some of the venom polluting the darkest places in their souls.

[regaliasonata]

Zack: Favorite type of music?

Billy: Classical Music.

Skull: You play Mozart when you have the hoes over?

Kim: Skull shut up

Billy: You’re the hoe in this situation but whatever.

Kim, Zack and Skull:

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Pride Prompts 2024, Day 10: Dinner

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Oh you know I gotta do it... Proposal prompt for Skull/Billy

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....*creeps out from the underbrush and slides this along like a pine cone* @skyland2703​

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"Suck on it." + Boom! Comics; GGPR universe or Coinless Universe + Billy/Skull ^^

In the Moment/It's All That Matters

That night as they sat at the counter in Billy’s kitchen, devouring steaming bowls of Hamburger Helper and hotdogs, followed by shy, soft kisses, Skull considered one of the best of his life. To know that the blonde genius returned his affections made his heart feel as if he were soaring. He thought he must be dreaming that he’d tasted the Blue Ranger’s soft lips.

He kept his promise about keeping the Rangers’ identities a secret, not even letting his best friend, Bulk, know what he’d seen. Nor did Billy make the others aware that Skull had seen them morph. All that the scrawny teen could do was cheer quietly from the sidelines, though his stomach clenched with worry whenever he watched the deadly battles on television screens.

Seeing Tommy strutting down the halls at school made him bristle. Knowing that the viper was slithering about so close and being unable to do anything about it made Skull feel nauseous. He was right that Oliver, that fucking dick, was dangerous. More than once Tommy caught Eugene glaring at him angrily and he’d smile brightly before flipping him the finger.

That dreary, rainy Saturday afternoon, Skull lounged on his lumpy mattress, idly flipping through his new copy of a Spiderman comic, gifted from Bulk, when he heard a sudden series of blows hammering smartly against his bedroom door. He jumped causing the brightly colored pages to flutter to the floor.

“Hey butthead!” Stan screamed from the opposite side. “Your little boyfriend’s here to see you!”

Butterflies swirled in his guts as he scrambled to his feet, excited to be seeing Billy unexpectedly even here in this hell pit. Straightening his clothes and running a hand through his disheveled dark hair, Skull struggled to fight the goofy grin threatening to stretch across his face.

As soon as the door swung to, the problem of a cheesy smile was no longer his biggest issue.

“Hey there, buckaroo,” Tommy cooed, all sunshine and rainbows except his eyes which were bottomless black pools.

‘He really IS a demon,’ the punk’s mind realized despite the eruption of fear and panic blasting away logical thought.

“You two don’t be making out now,” Stan chirped before bounding back down the stairs to the living room where his buddies were plotting their newest escapade.

As soon as the older boy was gone, Tommy bulldozed his way into Skull’s bedroom, shoving him back until he tripped, landing roughly on the worn carpet in an untidy heap.

“Why are you here?” Eugene squeaked as he stared up at the menacing, psychotic teen who was pointedly swinging his door shut.

The patrician lips curled in an icy smirk when he heard the latch click ominously.

“You tell me, you chicken-looking motherfucker… Because I think you know.”

Skull inched away on his bottom under the Green Ranger’s contemptuous glare.

“I think you’re giving me too much credit, you fucking dick!” Skull spat, the words tumbling out to his bewildered horror.

Tommy’s head tilted as he considered the smaller, weaker boy scooting across the rug like a dog dragging worms out of its ass. His feline grin was full of sharp, white teeth and the black eyes flashed an emerald fire.

“Now, now, which one of us is running around pushing people off ledges, Eugeeennneee…” he hissed. “You can stop playing dumb. I know you know about me. And the other technicolor bitches.”

Somehow Skull managed to find his feet, not that it would do him any good. He couldn’t fight, not really, not skilled in any martial arts like the Rangers or this raging asshat. Dumb luck was the only thing that seemed to step in on his behalf and that wasn’t exactly a reliable weapon. His ass knocked into the splintered wooden chest of drawers, blocking further retreat.

“Did it make you feel good, Eugene, feel like a hero? Swooping in to save that little Blue nerd…” Tommy growled, coming ever closer. “Did it finally earn you some ass?”

Skull’s grey eyes were stormy as he stared back defiantly.

“Eat shit, Oliver, you pompous, power hungry, witch humping dumb fuck!” he snarled. “I bet you prance around in that Madonna inspired titty holder like you actually are in charge of anything, you sniveling puppet bitch!”

Tommy’s advance halted, his expression one of stunned fury at the scrawny little punk’s outburst.

“The fuck did you say to me?”

“What? Are you deaf AND stupid?” Eugene nearly yelled. “I had you figured out from the start even if I didn’t know you were a Ranger! You’re a sick fuck and I’ll be glad when Jason trashes your smug ass!”

This made the Green Ranger howl with laughter, his hands clutching his sides like a cartoon style bad guy.

“Is that what you think is going to happen, Skull? Haven’t you seen little Red Riding Hood limping down the school hallways? Or any of the rest of them? I know you saw what I did to Billy, the night you two sucked face…”

Inching his way around the room, Eugene frantically tried to figure out how he was going to escape this monster. Tommy slowly circled like a shark, awaiting an answer, amused at the boy’s glowering stare.

“What I think is going to happen is you getting your ass kicked five ways from Sunday!”

The green-clad teen rolled his eyes.

“So full of empty insults and pathetic wit. I’m going to bring those pitiful little children low, toy with them until they beg me for death, then drag them into the fiery pits of hell. But first I think I owe you for my little impromptu swim, don’t you, Eugene?”

At that moment, his shaky hand brushed a large plastic box perched on his nightstand and he instantly knew what he was going to do.

“Alright, Mean Green, come on! Take me out!” Skull challenged. “I’m not afraid of you, you nutty trash panda!”

Time seemed to stand still as Tommy took a large step forward, teeth bared and rearing an arm back to punch the smart ass into next week. He didn’t realize that the other boy’s arm was also moving until five seconds past too late. A wave of bright orange smacked him squarely in the face, painfully coating his wide eyes and invading his nostrils and mouth.

As the evil Ranger spat and hissed in fury, a mist of orange kinetic sand issuing forth when he bent forward to dig at his burning eyes, Skull ducked around him and out of the bedroom, sprinting down the stairs in a mad dash towards the living room. Fortunately, Stan was no where to be seen and his good ol’ ma and pa were who the fuck knew where…

Slamming into the front door, he hurled it open and darted out into the chilly rain.

Somehow, Skull had gotten lucky yet again…

However, eventually luck does run out and he was keenly aware of this fact.

The Day of the Great Battle was coming, though no one could know that and in the interim, Angel Grove was trashed along with many other cities across the world. The Rangers were hanging on by a thread, exhausted, demoralized, and knowing that they were most likely looking down the barrel to their own death. But they stubbornly refused to back down and surrender.

No where was safe and the frightened citizens had abandoned their homes, fleeing in terror from the army of monsters that seemed to come in wave after wave, prowling the streets as they gleefully sought weak, pathetic humans. Fires raged well into the night, the smoke permanently choking the air and giving everything the scent of burnt wood and decaying flesh.

This night was no different as Skull carefully crept amongst the shadows toward the park, not the popular one everyone else used, but a smaller one that he and Billy spent hours in as small children. The wooden play structure that served as their ‘ship’ somehow still stood against the dark sky, backlit by the moon.

And waiting inside, a lithe figure crouched.

“You came,” Skull whispered as loudly as he dared, hooking a leg up to climb into the makeshift tower.

“Affirmative,” Billy answered, leaping to his feet, his smooth hands gliding along the sides of Eugene’s face to pull him in for a deep kiss.

The lanky teen was happy to accept the passionate lip lock, relishing the warmth and softness under his lips. He wasn’t sure that he’d see the Blue Ranger again. And after tonight, he just might not, thanks to that demented, evil fucker cavorting up and down the city with his band of merry assholes.

Pulling back from his boyfriend’s lush mouth, but only slightly, he gazed into those amazing blue eyes intently.

“I thought you might be too busy. You mentioned that you guys might have found a way to stop that slimy son of a bitch, Captain Crazy Ass.”

Billy chuckled, always amused with the wide variety of nicknames and adjectives his boyfriend had coined for their deadly nemesis. It made the gravity of the situation a little more bearable.

“We’re harnessing the power of the White Light. They’re being made from the light of goodness and are stronger than any of our Ranger powers, including the Green Dragon,” he answered. “Ninjor, one of our allies, is feeding the energy into a coin that will create a new White Tiger Ranger. It should be ready in a day or two at most.”

“Sweet! I knew you guys would figure it out!” Skull crowed, pulling Billy tightly against him to twirl through the air. “So, who gets the honor of smoking that fucker?”

Steadying himself once he was back on his feet, Billy adjusted his glasses and quickly scanned the shadows for listening ears.

“Jason has the best shot against Tommy compared to the rest of us. He’ll have to take on these new powers and it might take some time to do it safely. We don’t want to risk overloading him by doing it too fast. It’s unknown how much Grid energy a human body can safely handle,” he whispered. “We just need to hold out a little longer.”

Eugene gave a theatrical sigh.

“Thank goodness! I miss the way things used to be, even going to school every day, just don’t tell Bulk I said that!”

Taking the Blue Ranger’s hands in his own, the skinny teen brushed his thumbs tenderly over the scratched and burned skin. Billy had been working nonstop, fighting the Green Goofy, repairing Zords back to back to back and earning painful electrical burns in his hurry, and assisting with this new power coin. It was obvious he was overwhelmed and exhausted.

“You know, in spite of all this fuckery and shocking revelation going on, I can honestly say that one positive thing came through,” Skull’s eyes twinkled. “I don’t know if I’d have ever got up the courage to tell you how I feel. Or to save a Ranger. Well, Rangers, I mean if you count me and Bulky intercepting Oliver before he blitzed Jason.”

He chuckled.

“I’ve learned a lot about myself during all this and it’s changed a lot. So, when this is over, Billy… I want everyone to know what you mean to me. I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. They can go pound sand!”

The blue eyes behind those wire frame glasses were sad and Eugene paused.

“What?”

Billy nestled closer into his boyfriend’s protective embrace.

“We not out of the woods. Not yet. Anything could happen between now and defeating Tommy. My brain can’t help but look at probabilities, Skull, and overall we don’t have the greatest odds until we secure the White Tiger powers.”

He was right. Skull knew it too, though he couldn’t bring himself to go down that line of thinking. Every moment needed to count.

Starting now. If Billy was feeling what he was feeling. There might be no second chances. Oliver was too goddamn nutty and unpredictable.

His hand moved to smooth the soft blonde hair back from the Blue Ranger’s face. Billy felt the charge in the air that sparked between them and his cheeks flushed shyly. All the uncertainty was making things happen at a faster pace than they would have if they could have gone along their natural course. Considering that they had never faced a foe as deadly as Tommy was proving to be, neither wanted to have regret.

Words were not needed once blue eyes met grey ones.

A sudden volley of passionate kisses and swarming hands was not something Skull expected from Billy. If anything, the punk was quite surprised that the Blue Ranger beat him to it. That evil asshole might liken Billy to an innocent, pathetic lamb, but there was a wolf hiding in this sheep’s clothing.

And he loved this unexpected contrast, seeing the meek, quiet boy ignite into full bloom.

Skull was more than happy to oblige Billy’s wild side as he no longer had to worry about frightening his boyfriend or if he was moving too fast. Time was a factor in their lives, looming over them like a Grim Reaper.

Scarred hands tugged at old black leather jacket, yanking it from the other man’s shoulders and down his arms before tossing it absently to the mulch below. They found their way to the hem of the faded orange t-shirt and worked it up and off to join the discarded coat below.

For once, Billy’s rational brain was offline.

Skull’s lips felt swollen from the deep, desperate kisses, the skin was his jaw to ear peppered with nips and licks before descending his throat in long sweeps.

“Fuck!” he couldn’t help but hiss, tilting his head back to give more access.

Where was this coming from? Billy had been holding back his human instincts for years, whether due to his shyness or the chaotic lifestyle of ‘Rangering’, and it begged for release. NOW.

Pulling Eugene’s face back down, those piercing eyes flashed with Grid energy, the Blue seeing the hints of Orange flashing in and out of existence, like a ghostly aura. Soul recognized soul, their places long cemented by forces beyond their control in the great vastness that comprised the mysterious, almost sentient Grid.

Fate or destiny or whatever you wanted to call it was not alone in making the decisions that shaped this world. The Grid was her chess partner in this friendly game.

Perhaps that is why it was so easy for the two new lovers to come together this way.

Breathlessly, Skull panted into Billy’s open mouth.

“Tell me what you want, Blue… I want to make you feel good, you deserve to feel so good…”

Without realizing what was going to tumble from his lips, the blissed out Ranger hissed painfully.

“Suck on it…”

He was too far gone to feel the embarrassment that he normally would have at uttering such crass and vulgar words, for desiring something so…so… primal.

But his boyfriend was more than eager to obey his strained wish, already sinking to his knees as he unzipped the pants confining an already engorged cock. His slim fingers slipped inside the waistband of the underwear and smoothly slid them down the smooth, muscular thighs.

Billy stared at the top of his dark hair as he moved and the moment his head passed the salivating lips, all thought was gone. He was fully flush with hormones and need and the way he needed this intimate moment with the man he loved.

Because in his heart of hearts, the Blue Ranger felt something ominous was on the horizon. Though no logic dictated this to be so, the Triceratops, the Blue energy felt the encroaching Green with its obsessive and monstrous force of will…

A more evil energy loomed, one unfamiliar but no less real…

Standing in the shadow’s a mere stone’s throw away, Tommy stood, watching the lovers. Of course, he knew the Rangers’ comings and goings. He even knew where they laid their heads at night. No reason to broadcast his knowledge because it wouldn’t matter in the end.

But this clandestine tryst revealed something he DIDN’T know.

‘Interesting… A new power for Little Red Riding Hood?’

He grinned in the darkness.

“We’ll see about that… I have a feeling things are going to go out of control…”

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Billy Cranston x Skull (Eugene Skullovitch)

Part 2

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers fanfic

I honestly forgot to write a part 2 but then I randomly remembered and decided to do it. I honestly would say I would wanna take this in a more “heartstopper” type direction and keep it more PG but idk I might change my mind. I’m also sorry if there are any grammatical errors.I also changed it to dialogue format cuz it so much more easier😩.

CW:light hearted, one of the characters hyperventilates. Mentions of toxic friend

It’s finally Saturday. It’s the day that skull gets to hang out with anyone but bulk and his other mean friends. Since that day when Billy saved him from the putties, he has slowly been starting to avoid bulk and flaking on the plans with him. And even though he has no other friends and was not even able to hang with Billy throughout the week since the only talk they got was them confirming this day's plans, he was alone. And somehow he still felt good. He spent the past few days sitting at home, listening to music and gluing studs onto his pleather jacket. He didn’t go out much but it gave him time to think to himself and feel comfortable for once. But now it’s time to finally hang with Billy at the mall.

Skull spots Billy as he is walking up to the angel grove mall. Billy is sitting on a bench reading a book. Skull decides that this is the perfect opportunity to jump-scare Billy. He slowly tiptoes up to the back of the bench and then jumps out behind him while screaming.

Skull: “RAAAHHH”

Billy: “AAAAHH”

Billy screams as he jumps up from the bench, dropping the book.

Skull: “Hahahahaha”

Billy(annoyed): “It's NOT FUNNY!”

Skull continues to laugh.

Billy soon joins in and starts laughing too.

Skull picks up the book off the ground, it seems that Billy was reading a science fiction novel about two best friends exploring alien planets together. Skull walks up to Billy.

Skull(while handing Billy the book): “You should’ve seen the look on your face HAHAHA it was so stupid and funny!”

Billy(annoyed): “WELL IF YOU SCARE SOMEONE LIKE THAT, UGLY FACES WILL BE MADE!”

Skull: “Haha you can’t deny I scared you good though.”

Billy: “Ok fine! You did!”

Skull: “You look so cute when you’re annoyed.”

Billy: “What?”

Skull realizes what he just said and decides to play it off like he didn’t say anything.

Skull says, acting as if nothing happened: “SO! THIS ARCADE YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT, where is it?”

Billy pauses and then says: “It’s inside.”

They both walk into the mall. And they see a map of the mall near the fountain. They head up to the 2nd floor of the mall on an escalator. They reach and start walking.

Billy: “So, where have you been the past few days? I think I barely saw you and you only showed up yesterday to classes or at school at all.”

Skull: “Well I decided to take a break from school for a few days because I wanted to clear my head and just relax a little. That day I got attacked by putties kinda freaked me a little so I just needed rest and time off.”

Billy: “Well that’s nice. Rest is really important, especially after going through something like this.”

Skull: “oh and I also glued studs onto this jacket I’m wearing.”

Billy: “wow that’s so cool. I won’t say that I want to dress more punk but I do admire the fashion-forwardness of it.”

As they keep walking they see neon lights in the distance.

Skull: “hey I think that’s the arcade!”

Billy: “oh yes”

Skull grabs Billy’s hand and runs toward the arcade with him.

Billy: skull! Oh my god!!!

They both reach the arcade, out of breath, but ready to play games.

They both play Pac-Man and then skee ball together.

They then have a vs fight in Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat. And then played some racing games together.

They walk out of the arcade laughing and having a friendly debate about which is better, Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat.

Skull: “I’m telling you! Mortal Kombat is so much more better and fun than Street Fighter.”

Billy: “Nope Street Fighter has better backstories for the characters and the moves are cool too. And the art style definitely has more thought out into it than Mortal Kombat.”

Skull: “Sure, but Mortal Kombat has BLOODSHED!”

Billy: “Well, Street Fighter has Ryu and Ken…

Skull: “well can rYu aNd kEn rip each other’s spines and hearts out?”

Billy sighs and admits defeat.

Billy: “Fine! You do raise a cool point.

Skull: “haha come on, I’m hungry.”

Skull grabs Billy’s hands again and starts running toward the food court. While running Billy says.

Billy: “COULD YOU STOP DOING THAT!”

Skull: “HAHA NOPE!”

They both run near the food court and as they are walking in Skull spots Bulk. Skull quickly runs out with Billy and stands in a corner.

Billy: “What happened?”

Skull: “Bulk is in there, I have been avoiding him for the past few days and if he spots me here with you he might just kill me!”

Skull starts hyperventilating. Billy tries to calm him down.

Billy: “Hey hey, it’s ok. We don’t have to see him. There is an ice cream place down the street maybe we can go there?”

Skull slowly starts to slow down, and starts breathing normally again.

Skull: “yea we can do that”

Billy nods in reassurance.

They both head out of the mall and go to an ice cream place.

Billy gets a double scoop with blueberry and strawberry.

Skull also gets a double scoop but with Oreo and butter scotch.

They both go to the nearest park and walk around talking to each other.

Billy: “So you haven’t met Bulk the past few days?”

Skull: “yea, I have been trying my best to avoid him. There were times when he would spot me and I would act like I didn’t hear him and just walk away. And the times he did get a hold of me, I would just make an excuse and leave.”

Billy: “so you’re just going to ghost him out of your friendship?”

Skull: “I guess so. Bulk is the kinda guy that thinks with his fists. So even if I do tell him how I feel, he won’t care and probably beat me up.”

Billy: “Wow, seems like bulk is a really shitty person.”

Skull: “What did you say?”

Billy: “what?”

Skull chuckles for a moment and then starts laughing.

Billy: “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?”

Skull: “HAHAHAHA, I have just never heard you swear before HAHA!”

Skull continues to laugh.

Billy(while pushing skull in a friendly way): “IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

Skull continues to laugh as they walk out of the park.

They continue to walk and talk to each other. Talking about comic books until they reach a beach. It’s almost dark and no one is at the beach.

They walk near the shore.

Skull: “Hey today was a lot of fun. Thank you for inviting me to hang with you.”

Billy: “don’t mention it. I had a lot of fun too and I’m glad you were here with me.”

Skull: “you know this is the happiest I have felt in a long time. It feels like shit when you’re just this mean person and have friends like bulk who aren’t all that nice to you either. And since I’m a bully no one really talks to me. But you at least tolerated me HAHA! And I’m glad to get to know you a little.”

Billy: “I’m glad you feel that way. And I’m also glad to get to know you a little. Makes me see you as a better person.”

Skull: “wait.”

Skull grabs Billy’s arm. He looks into his eyes and then puts his hand on Billy’s cheek. Skull closes his eyes and softly kisses Billy. Skull pulls away gently with a little bit of fear in his eyes, wondering if he made a mistake. Billy then puts his hand on Skull's cheek and pulls him into a tender kiss. Skull's fears go away. A wave rushes onto their feet but they don’t care as they kiss each other. Billy pulls away. They both smile and start laughing gently while blushing.

Skull: “Billy, I like you, and I know that we only talked for like 2 days but since that day you saved me from the putties, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. You made me feel something that none of my current friends could make me feel. And that was comfort. You made me feel comfortable to be around you. And you don’t have to say yes or anything-“

Billy: “I like you too.”

Skull gets an excited smile and picks up Billy off the ground and spins around. He puts Billy down and gives Billy a peck.

Billy: “How about you meet my friends? I know that saying how you feel to bulk might feel scary but maybe if you have nicer people around you will get more courage.”

Skull: “I don’t think your friends like me though.”

Billy: “I’ll convince them, plus they only know you as a mean person, they haven’t seen the more nice and more caring side of you yet.”

Skull: “Are you sure?”

Billy nods.

Skull thinks for a second.

Skull: “Ok then. But can we hang after school hours? I’m still not sure if I can be spotted with you and your friends at the moment. It’s not that I’m ashamed or something I just-“

Billy puts a finger on Skull's lips and tells him to hush

Billy: “I understand.”

Skull smiles.

They both walk home together.

Skull was blushing the whole time.

[regaliasonata]

Billy: Hmm. *Mixtape plays White Wedding*

Skull: So, what do you think?

Billy: *thumps fingers on desk in enjoyment*

Zack: Not bad Eugene, ever heard of Santana?

Skull: No...but it sounds intriguing.

Zack: Oh there's so much songs that I have to offer!

Billy: *looking at the two with a smile*

Zack and Skull: What?

Billy: Y-You guys are just great *holds their hands*

Skull: I guess y-you're alright. *blushes*

Zack: Cranston you're full of surprises. *smirks*

[augment-techs]

....Food?

What is... Plot Bunny?

There are two different things that are called plot bunnies.

Plot bunnies can be story ideas that don't leave an writer's brain (gnawing at it like rabbits do) until they get written down.

It also refers to writers having multiple ideas at once that basically multiply like rabbits.

[sunflowerpirateart]

This is for all you rockstar!Skull fans out there 👉👉

[augment-techs]

Skull and Billy for the fanfic tittle stuff.... The tittle is: I got 99 problems, but you ain't one...

Have fun XD

Title: I Got 99 Problems, but You Ain't ONE Rating: T Relationships: Billy Cranston/Eugene Skullovitch. Characters: Billy Cranston; Eugene Skullovitch; Farkas Bulkmeier; Matt Cook; Jason Scott; Tommy Oliver; Grace Sterling; Terona Washington; Kimberly Hart; Stone Canyon Trio. Additional Tags: Cuddle Piles; Exhaustion; Insomnia; Disordered Eating; Billy Cranston Needs a Hug; implied/referenced Mental Illness; Please Somebody Give Skull a Break; Sleeping Together; Food as a Metaphor for Love; I wonder how many times I've used that last tag. Summary:

Prepping for doing work as a multipurpose pinup model. Body waxing, body oil treatments, manicures. Once upon a time it would have sounded like paradise; until the truth of the matter in psychotic photographers and managers taking huge cuts of the payments and so many of the other models being on any and all varieties of drugs.

Seeing distant worlds, working with the greatest minds on Earth and quite a few other planets, creating and perfecting machines and data entries and building up technology. It was paradise about 90% of the time; except for the pathologies that ran more towards narcissism a lot of the time, backstabbing, missed meals, passing out from dehydration, not sleeping for days at a time, not talking to friends and family for weeks or even months.

But the third Thursday of every month... Apple pie and ice cream, homemade French Toast, waffles and cloud eggs with a side of steak strips. The softest, warmest, most comfortable daywear or pajamas or slippers, or nothing at all. Blanket forts, and trips to the grocery to meander the aisles and browse for sale items, and cuddling together to watch crappy B Movies or old Hollywood flicks.

Additional small list of ideas if this fic was written (because @skyland2703 had an idea I wanna try out):

An introduction to Skull wearing heels that are bigger than most people's dicks.

Billy being seen without a shirt at his work in the aftermath of an issue with an oil release and every single person on deck checking him out.

Skull showing up late at Billy's work when he was unable to get an out, homemade chicken and green bean casserole in a bag. With the addition of Skull taking a seat and Billy pausing in his sitting down to lean across the table and pull silicone breast inserts from Skull's top. Much to Eugene's delight, given he'd totally forgotten that they were there during a long shoot and he was sore.

Ice cream cones together on New Year's Eve just before midnight on a spur of the moment trip to New York caused by Billy testing out a new teleportation system at Promethea.

An incident where Billy drank far too much coffee over a period of four days and then outright passed out in Skull's lap thirty seconds into a daytime date wherein Skull had a good hour to clean up in a long shower and smelled so good that Billy basically burrowed into his stomach in his sleep.

Someone taking pictures of them being so stupidly cute that it's kind of hard not to be envious.

[ajgrey9647]

wip wednesday: no lie, this feels a tiny bit like a trap, but...hm.

A Momentous Occasion – Drakkon, Red, Prime Tommy Oliver, Prime Jason Scott, Prime Billy Cranston, Prime Matthew Cook, Coinless/Red Sentry Eugene Skullovitch. It’s a holiday celebration with our quad and the throuple….

lol this is a little long but I'm excited to show you what I have on this one :)

“You know…all those years ago, when you first took a shine to me,” Eugene began softly, “I was utterly terrified of you even if I never showed it. Why me? What was it that drew you to me in a manner that wasn’t all rage and hate?”

Red looked thoughtful as he searched the recess of his old ‘canine’ mind, his dark eye staring at the deep veining in the wood of the picnic table. He vividly recalled the fury that consumed him whenever a Red Sentry was in his line of sight, those lucky souls only spared from his jaws if Drakkon was present to bring him to heel. That darkly blossoming emotion was oddly missing when it came to Skull and their interactions. 

“Do you remember that day? You crept up on me with that old Chinese finger trap, high as a kite and giggling like a schoolgirl…” Eugene prodded, giving the other man a gentle smile. “I truly thought I was going to shit my pants.”

The sentiment brought a mirthful chuckle from Red, his gaze coming back into focus as he looked up across the table at Skull’s mischievous face.

“I apologize for that… though it was my intention at the time to needle you, to keep you off balance,” he laughed. “Being a creepy asshole was something that brought me joy back then.”

The former pet tried to find the right words to answer Eugene’s initial question. It was difficult as he didn’t quite fully understand everything that was happening in his own mind in those terrible years. At the time, Red believed himself to be fully in tune with himself and his thoughts, never questioning the things that didn’t make sense or went against his delusional reality. 

But there was… ‘something’... that pulled at him whenever he looked upon the Red Sentry captain, even before their one-on-one conversations. From his place beside the cold slabs of stone that made up Drakkon’s throne, the gray-haired man found his eye drawn to the same guard over and over again. A tickle of a memory…somewhere in the tangled and tattered ribbons of his mind, his ‘Swiss cheese brain’ a source of constant frustration though he was never allowed to voice it.

“I’m not sure what it was about you that I found so appealing. Yes, you made me laugh and amused me, as I told you that day, but I feel like I noticed you before. An aura maybe? A feeling of safety, of protection? I knew red wasn’t your real color,” he frowned, brow furrowing. “I’m not sure what that means.”

Red’s response surprised Skull. 

“Interesting… how would I make you feel safe and protected? You were a literal living weapon in those days. And you were the one who eventually saved me. I was so sick that I’m sure I wouldn’t still be here if not for you nursing me back to health.”

Red was quiet as he cast his mind even further back, back to a time before ‘his’ memories began, to his ‘other’ self’s thoughts… CJ’s mind. It wasn’t as scary or as difficult as it used to be…not after CJ had unexpectedly surfaced and caught them all by surprise. The primary alter was a silent observer, an anxious child that the older man coddled under a protective wing. 

“I think a part of me…the part that was ‘Jason’...maybe recognized you, that you protected me once before…” he whispered, seeing the memory coming slowly to life. “You and Bulk did. At the Youth Center… When Tommy…errr Drakkon…was waiting for me.”

Skull’s eyes brightened at the reminder of his and Bulk’s heroics in those early days before their world went to absolute shit.

“Yes! That’s right! You remember that?”

Red nodded, smiling gently at Eugene’s excitement.

“Yes, I remember now. This is a momentous occasion, isn’t it? Can you believe how far we’ve come?”

The sky looked as if it were on fire, brilliant orange, red, and pink streaking the horizon as the sun descended, the vivid colors playing across the lake’s idle waves. Faint laughter and merriment could be heard from the other cabins as families celebrated the holiday festivities, punctuated by the occasional pop of an errant firework. Skull sipped his icy beverage, a virgin strawberry daiquiri, before responding.

“Definitely wasn’t on my bingo card,” he quipped. “Who would have thought I’d be sitting at a Fourth of July cookout and asking Lord Drakkon to slip me a hot dog?”

Both men snickered, neither missing the childish inappropriate innuendo that always seemed to shadow the Coinless orphans in this universe. Humor helped a lot in their healing, though it frequently gave Tommy, Jason, Matthew, and Billy pause when they happened to hear one of the off-color jokes or snarky commentary about what the older trio had experienced. Even after all their time together, it could be difficult to reconcile that such horrific trauma was being used as teasing fodder.

Red grinned at his friend.

“I doubt he’d imagined such a ‘normal’ interaction after our years in the palace.”

Eugene tilted his head in consideration of the other man’s words. 

“‘Normal…’ There’s another thing I never thought I’d see again… To get a second chance to live in a world that ours used to be and should have been right now,” he mused, his gray eyes sliding out across the water, appreciating the wealth of color this universe had to offer.

The action wasn’t unnoticed by the former pet and he reached out a hand to give his friend’s hand a friendly squeeze of camaraderie. 

“I never get tired of it either,” Red whispered reverently. “Not after being locked away with only black, gray, and brown to look at outside my window."

He favored Eugene with a teasing wink, nodding at his bright orange shirt.

"In fact, I think now what color rightfully belongs to you..."

A deep laugh sounded from where the grill still smoked near the deck as a shadowy figure worked to scrap it clean.

"Yes, Eugene. Resembling a giant orange creamsicle is much more in keeping with your style..." Drakkon razzed playfully.

[augment-techs]

Tim Drake: Robin #9 (2023)

written by Meghan Fitzmartin art by Nikola Cizmesija & Lee Loughridge

[fanficwhore1993]

Billy Cranston x Skull (Eugene Skullovitch)

Mighty morphin Power Rangers fanfic

I just thought it would’ve been really cool if Billy and skull became friends or maybe something even more than that. I have had that idea for a while now so yea. Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, this is like literally the first fanfic I have ever written. Anyways enjoy lols. Also idc what anyone says but skull gives heavy bisexual energy. Also this won’t really be anything over the top it’s just gonna be a friendly conversation I’m thinking of writing a part two.🤞

Cw: pretty light hearted, mentions of bullying and regret related to friendship.

It’s almost night time and billy had been studying in the library for the past 5 hours, yet he still doesn’t feel tired of reading, but he has to get home before it’s too late or his parents might freak. He packs up all of his books and starts heading home, but suddenly he hears someone yelling for help nearby, the noise seems to be coming from behind the school, he rushes to the back to find Skull surrounded by putty patrol. Billy throws his backpack and runs to the putty to kick their butts. He punches and kicks through them as skull is on the floor scared yet impressed. He soon beats all of them and the putties disappear into thin air.

“ARE YOU OKAY!?”

Billy says as he runs towards skull

“I’m okay”

Skull says as he is panting

“What are you doing here this late?”

Billy asks

“I should be asking that same question to you NERD!”

Skull says in a mean tone

There is an air of silence before skull decides to drop the bully act

“I was just walking home from a party we were having, I had to leave early because I had stuff at home, then I heard these weird noises nearby and when I checked I saw these weird alien looking thingies. They noticed me and surrounded me, but then you showed up beat them up.”

“Well I’m glad I heard you screaming in the distance.”

Billy says

“Screaming? No! You must’ve heard someone else! Haha!”

Skull says trying to act tough and pretending as if he wasn’t screaming like a girl 10 minutes ago.

“Sure. Just make sure that If you optically discern extra terrestrial creatures, you absquatulate.”

Billy says

“Speak English.”

Skull says

“Just make sure that if you see aliens aka putties or any other monsters, you run away.”

Billy says acting like he is talking to a child

“Yea I heard those power ranger people take care of them, not gonna lie their pretty cool.”

Skull says

“Great.”

Billy says as he starts walking away

“Wait!”

Skull says, Billy turns around to look at him.

“I know you live near my place, do you wanna walk home together?”

Billy pauses for a moment to think and then says

“Sure.”

Billy and skull start walking down the side of the road towards their neighborhood

“Hey I know I didn’t say it back there but, thank you for saving me.

Skull says in a more nicer and calmer tone

“Don’t thank me, it was only the right thing for me to do.”

Billy says

“I know but if I were you, I probably wouldn’t have helped considering how much of a douche I am to you and your friends.”

Skull says

There is a minute of silence before skull continues,

“I’m really sorry for how me and bulk treat you and your friends. I honestly regret it and the only time I actually have fun is when you end up making a fool out of bulk.”

Both of them giggle

Skull continues

“You know to be honest with you I regret having friends like bulk, because he could probably never apologize to you like this. His ego is too big for him to even start thinking of apologizing for the shit he does. Sometimes I wish I could go back to just being normal and not walking down the hallway thinking of who I’m gonna bully into giving me money next. I can only vaguely remember the time I wasn’t doing these mean things, I used to be a loner really, until bulk showed up and actually was nice to me compared to the other kids, I guess it was because we were both always treated like outcasts. But bulk was the first time I felt real friendship or at least what I thought was real friendship. And then high school came around and bulk changed into this horrible, ego filled, hateful dude, and instead of telling him how mean he was being, I just followed his footsteps. Come to think of it I really haven’t experienced true friendship with anyone in a long time, and you’re lucky dude you have all these friends that you could actually trust to have your back. I’ve dug myself too deep into this bully thing to come out of it now.”

“You can still come out of it!”

Billy says cheerfully

“It’s never too late to change, especially when you regret what you did. And I mean, you have already taken a great step at apologizing to me for your past blunders. You’re in the right track.”

Billy says and smiles at skull, skull smiles back. Billy continues

“Hey if you wish to, we can meet up at the mall this Saturday to hang out, I heard that there’s a new arcade there…….if you’re free that is. My friends aren’t free as they still haven’t finished their assignments and for the first time in forever I have no schoolwork to do, and I was looking for someone to come with me anyways”

“Sure. I owe it to ya.”

Skull says

They slow down as they approach Billy’s house. They stand in front of the door.

“Hey, I’ll try my best to actually stand up to bulk but I can’t make promises so if he is mean then make sure you really embarrass him, and I guess embarrass me too if I say nothing.”

Skull says. They both start giggling. Skull continues.

“But thanks, for being nice to me even though I kinda suck”

Skull says

“Don’t mention it. Thanks for apologizing, and I really hope you’re able to take more steps in the right direction, because you really are a more nicer person than you show.”

They both say bye before Billy walks into his house and closes the door

Skull walks ahead of Billy’s house, towards his house, smiling and blushing. He is very excited for this Saturday.