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skyland2703 · 1 year ago

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Here’s some BillySkull ABSOLUTE SOFTNESS Headcanons and soft things

They do so many affectionate things. Things that just become custom. For them. Like they don’t even realise they��re holding hands, warm hugs, just. Staring at each other. Admiring each other.

The way Billy Looks at Skull. He’s never realised it himself, but one day, Kim was clicking pictures, when the entire team + bulk and skull + Kat, Adam, Rocky Aisha, were out on a picnic, and she’d brought along her Polaroid camera, and was just doing random candid shots of the friends— and then this one shot popped up, where Skull was on the barbecue grill, having the time of his life, with the biggest grin imaginable, and there was Billy, standing in the background, arms folded across the chest, and just… just staring at him. Admiring him. Simping for him.

They put that Polaroid on their refrigerator.

Billy never says this, but he notices every little mannerism of Skull. The way his eyes become adorably big, and widen a little when he listened to billy ranting about things Skull didn’t understand, the way the corners of his lips turned up before showing the most beautiful smile, the way his hair looked in the morning, the way his voice always sounded a little too high pitched. Billy notices everything. Billy cherishes everything.

Back in Highschool, for fulfilling credit requirements, Billy was required to join music class, because he was lacking the extra curricular credits because of ranger things. The first second he entered the practice Room, he realised he didn’t know a single person in there. Filled with dread, he took his seat, his introvert tendencies feeling more and more useless, every second.

Then a boy popped in, completely drenched, with ONE dry Spot on him, his hair dripping over his face, holding a trombone, and wordlessly sat in an empty seat in front of Billy. It was when he spoke, did billy realise— he’d been thrown off by the spiky jacket, yes, but a confirmation was nice— it was Skull. The only person who he actually knew in the entire class. and he decided to just stick next to him…. For the rest of the semester.

And Skull took him under his wing, like a mother hen.

Little Spike Skullovitch actually really adored Uncle Billy. He was the one who suggested he get together with Skull. Spike was eight, when Billy and Skull met again, years after being apart. And somehow, Spike immediately took a liking to him, and went “MINE!”

Billy loves spending time with Spike. While Skull is somewhat of the “discipline” Dad, Billy is the “Chill” dad. Spike loves arranging Little flowers in Billy’s hair, every time they’re out in a field of flowers.

They’re out in a field of flowers once in a few weeks anyway, btw. Billy saw some videos and got inspired to just. Hike. He’s discovered this really beautiful hill nearby, and while he’s a ranger who can teleport, he always hikes to these spots— with Skull, with Spike. Skull sometimes asks him to teleport him back home, when there’s a climb ahead, but billy is always like “NO THE FUN OF IT IS IN COMPLETING THE TREK”

As if Skull is the one screaming and howling in knee pain at nights.

Skull gets tired easily, but he’s more fit. At least he doesn’t have joint pain from mid thirties. “God— are you a ranger or am i—“

When billy got stuck on another planet, with the Cosmic Fury team, Skull went into a full blown panic, because “HE IS NOT ANSWERING HIS PHONE OR HIS COMMS THAT IS NOT LIKE HIM Q_Q”

when they got the systems working again, Billy had to spend an entire two hours convincing his panicky husband, that they’re okay, he’s OKAYYYYY~

Oh and while billy shut himself up in the workshop for working on the cosmic morphers??? He had Skull on videocall the entire time.

The ULTIMATE long distance relationship. They did ALL THEIR WORK together that day :3

Every time Skull cooks, Billy is always sitting on the granite kitchen slab, juuuuust smiling at him, and annoying him, and eating sugar from the little box that’s labelled “Coffee”, because it got messed up once, and nobody bothered to change it.

And Bonus:

One of the only things that keeps Skull sane, in the world of the Coinless, is a Little Blue Ghostie, that floats around him, talks to him, pulls him back, when he feels like jumping off cliffs, reminds him to eat properly, hugs him when life feels wrong, and shares his bed, always giving him a feathery light, soft, but comforting touch. And sometimes hammering some sense into him.

And DOUBLE BONUS:

Skull: OMG I FINALLY DID THE THING!!!

Billy: what thing??

Skull: THE THING I BEEN PROCRASTINATING ON FOR SO LONG!!!

Billy: Oh Nice! Was it difficult??

Skull:

Skull: it took me like, two mins.

#Billy Cranston #Eugene Skullovitch #Spike Skullovitch #ALL THE FLOOF #power rangers #Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #boom! comics #power rangers Boom!comics #Billy x Skull #BillySkull #ONLY SOFT FLOOOOFIESSSS

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revasserium · 5 months ago

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entwined shadows

zayne, rafayel, xavier; 1,872 words; fluff, semi-canon compliant, spoilers! for entwined shadows cards, v!suggestive, no "y/n", genderless!reader, lapslock cause lazy, so! many! kisses!

summary: kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me thrice or a thousand times

a/n: inspired by the poems of robert frost and also obviously by the entwined shadows cards cause... bruh.

perish, twice - zayne

the hideout is cold — but his lips are warm, hungry.

“z-zayne!”

there’s fire in his veins, pulsing beneath your fingertips, the kind that his ice has never been able to put out — not even once.

“please…” he sounds like a broken man; you know better than to believe him, “i told you… i warned you…” he trails his lips along the column of your neck, his fingers digging into the bend of your hips, his other hand pinning your wrists above your head, “that i might not be able to control myself this time…”

he lets out a breath, the heat of it fogging the air between you in the dark chill of the room. you feel your skin burning, even as you shiver. your mind spins with the incongruencies, the push and pull, the icy bite of the air, the stinging heat of zayne’s body against yours.

“i-if we freeze tonight —” your voice is unsteady, heady with desire, but zayne cuts you off.

“i won’t let you.” he cups your cheek and you feel the skin there tingle with warmth. slowly, you watch as the vines of pale blue begin to fade from his skin.

you shake your head even as you pull him down for another deep, long kiss, the kind that sears —

“no… i won’t let you.”

when you break apart again, there’s a wild, unfocused light to his eyes, a shallowness to his breaths. he looks dazed, but as his gaze flickers down to your kiss-swollen lips, a razor like focus shifts inside him and suddenly, he’s caging you in, his teeth skimming the delicate skin above your fluttering pulse.

“tell me… tell me this is okay…” his voice is barely a whisper. but you hear it loud as the howling of the storm outside. you breathe out.

“zayne. i want this — i want… you.”

a groan rumbles through him, base and heavy as an avalanche.

he murmurs something that sound suspiciously like a prayer before he sinks his teeth into the bare skin of your shoulder and rips open the front of your shirt in one smooth motion.

the storm outside continues to rage, but at the very least, you can be certain — the ice pulsing beneath his skin is slowly beginning to thaw away.

taste of desire - rafayel

“but this one… i think i like this one best.” rafayel grins as he leans down to press two quick kisses to your cheeks, pulling back to trail his gaze over your blush-tinted skin. heat prickles at your neck but you refuse to look away.

instead, you attempt a glare, “y-you said that three seconds ago.”

rafayel makes an aggrieved expression, “it’s not my fault your cheeks can turn so many colors so quickly! do you know how tiring it is to try and pick my favorite color when i can see so many? ah — there, this one’s nice too!” he taps his finger against the tip of your nose even as you feel your entire face flush.

you bite your lips and push back against him, toppling the pair of you over onto the sofa in his wide-open studio. the windows are cracked, and the spring breeze flirts with the gauzy white curtains; the setting sun paints the entire room in a soft, dreamlike glow.

“why can’t you just call it blush pink like everyone else?” you crinkle your nose and try to turn your head away, even as rafayel shifts beneath you, running a warm palm down the length of your spine to shift you closer.

he cocks his head, lips pushing into a familiar pout, “how can an artist like me be so vague?” he shakes a few strands of hair from his eyes, batting long lashes up at you, “in order to achieve perfection, you have to be specific with your words, you know.”

you’re about to say something else but he sits up, pressing in close enough for your noses to brush, “for instance — if you want a kiss…” his eyes flicker down to your lips; you feel your breath hitch, your heartbeat scattering within your chest like a handful of tossed marbles.

he inches forward, agonizingly slowly, till his lips are hovering only a hair’s breath away from yours. your fingers tighten in his shirt but he makes no move to kiss you.

“you should tell me where…” he makes to lean in, but turns his head at the last moment to skim his lips along your cheeks, his breath tickling your earlobe for a second, “like… here?” he lowers his head, trailing a light kiss against your jaw, “or… perhaps here…” he drops his lips to the bend of your shoulder.

you tremble in his arms, fingers fisting as you attempt to pull him closer.

“r-rafayel… you’re not playing fair.”

he pulls back, an almost gleeful grin spreading across his lips, the light cascading across the room drawing his lashes into long, mesmerizing shadows across the highs of his cheeks.

“why should i? you humans’ve never played fair before. for my own self-preservation… i’ve gotta have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

you squirm in his lap as you feel his fingers tickling at your sides, but as he pins you to his chest, you let out a surprised yelp, palms pressing flat against his chest to steady yourself.

“so, tell me, strange human…” he leans in, nose nudging yours, “what exactly do you want from me, hm?”

you lick your lips, a dull, pulsing ache echoing up from the base of your belly to the top of your spine. you reach up to trace a thumb against the pad of his lips and watch with a stomach-twisting satisfaction as his breath goes shallow, his eyes go wide, go dark.

“kiss me,” you say, leaning down till you’re sure he can almost taste you on his tongue.

you feel him swallow as you trail your thumb down along his neck to the place where his pulse flutters, light and fast as the flurried beats of a butterfly’s wings.

“i thought… i thought i told you… you have to be more specific.”

you allow yourself a grin, fingers tightening ever so slightly around his neck; his cheeks flush the most gorgeous shade of sunset pink and you take a second to marvel to yourself that you’d never quite seen this color on him before. it might just be your favorite yet.

“rafayel… kiss me… right here.”

here come the stars - xavier

looking back, it had felt like a dream — twenty-one days of living together, of grocery shopping and tv-watching, of sleeping next to each other, of waking up to the warm scent of his skin.

“what if we just stayed here forever?”

you twist to face him in the dark; it’s your last night here, and the previous afternoon, you’d sat beneath the thick slices of lemon-yellow sunlight pouring through the windows with a bowl of cherries and the taste of each other resting on your tongues.

“we’d be implicating ourselves in the mission.”

xavier sighs, shifting a bit closer and reaching out to cup your cheek. you lean into the touch, letting your eyes flutter shut as you nuzzle into his heat.

“i know. but…” his finger traces the line of your nose down to the soft of your lips. you let them fall open a second before you feel him pressing in closer, before his lips graze yours and you feel yourself falling into his embrace.

the sheets twist around your ankles. outside, the the scimitar moon watches with slitted silver eyes.

“but…” you say, your voice thick with the honey of recent kisses, “who says that it can’t be like this when we get back to linkon city?”

xavier makes a soft noise at the back of his throat, pulling away to glance down at you.

“what… are you…”

there’s a breathless anticipation pulsing beneath the current of his voice; you sigh and lean up for another quick kiss.

“and you were calling me a dummy earlier…” but even as you steel yourself against the words weighing down the tip of your tongue, you feel your cheeks go hot and silently thank the heavens that it’s too dark in the room for him to see just how red you’d probably gotten.

“i — i’m asking if you want to — i mean, we’re already neighbors so, it wouldn’t even be a very hard move…” you lick your lips, mouth suddenly very dry. beside you, xavier’s gone white-rabbit still. if it weren’t for the shallow sound of his breaths or the wild beating of his heart beneath your hands, you might’ve wondered if he were even there at all.

“i just thought —” you quickly amend, the silence thickening around you like churned butter, “if you really did l-like it like this… it wouldn’t be hard for us to —”

he silences you with another kiss, more forceful this time. and whereas the previous ones were all soft and languid, this one is open-mouthed, a stomach-clenching hunger pouring itself from his mouth to yours as he presses you down beneath him and pins you to the bed.

his knee presses up between your legs and desire lances through you, bright and sharp as lightening. you gasp, biting down on his lips as he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“i don’t know — if that’s a good — idea —”

you lick your lips, frowning up at him. you’ve never seen him so winded; you’d barely even seen him out of breath, but right now, even in the dim light, you can see him shaking apart at the edges.

“w-why?” you have to fight to keep the hurt from your voice, but the next second, xavier is pressing his tongue back into your mouth and running it along the backs of your teeth. he kisses you so hard and so thoroughly you nearly pass out from the lack of air.

“because — i — we’d never get any sleep. and —” his hair tickles the skin of your cheeks as you let out a surprised laugh, his lips trailing down the length of your throat, “and i rather like my sleep…”

you let your eyes fall shut again, tangling your fingers in his starlight hair as he hisses against your chest.

“well — at least tomorrow we have the day off… so, i suppose if there’s any night we won’t need much sleep…”

xavier lets out a soft groan, shaking his head even as he peppers your skin with even more kisses, “don’t… don’t say stuff like that. people might get the wrong idea.”

you give his hair a playful tug, reveling in the way his whole body seems to go taut above you as he lifts his head.

“or,” you smile, slowly releasing his hair from your fingers, “they might be getting exactly the right idea.”

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