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bradleymurray‌

“I already got those jokes, Ricky. Late to the party.” He teased the man with a smirk, shaking his head as the button was pressed and a simulation began to form right in front of their eyes as they then had been transported to a beachscape, the sand beneath their toes with surfshorts and a rash guard for both of them as the sun shined down on both of them. “weird…” bradley looked around, trying to figure out what exactly this scene could be and if he experienced it before. “any idea where we are?” he asked ricky curiously, fists clenched and ready to transform if anything were to happen.

ricky took in the change of scenario, sand formed under his feet while the sounds of the waves began to fill his ears. they were at a beach, an unusual location for a simulation since it was usually somewhere more guarded or where an attack might likely happen. taking in the surrounding area, he looked over to bradley who was just as confused. “who knows, maybe some carribean island or something” waiting for the other shoe to drop and something to attack them.

bradleymurray‌

“it’s because of shitheads like you that i decided to never let around ride on top of me while in dragon form. do you know how many dracarys jokes i’ve gotten once game of thrones came out? i haven’t even been in town, it’s been just texts from you assholes.” he teased, exhaling a thick puff of smoke. “i try to save dragon form for dire events.” he shook his hands, from his shoulderblade to his fingertips took their armored, scaled form as a dragon did with thick and razor-sharp nails to puncture anything if need be. “mind pressing the button to start the simulation?”

“c’mon, man.. would you rather i make shrek jokes at you?” the only other dragon he could think of, aside from something like beowulf or the sort. plus, everyone teased one another when it came to their powers.. ricky had heard so many times about how him fucking his clones only counted as the best form of masturbation so many times now. nodding, he pressed the red button that would start a simulation and prepared to clone himself.

blooming-jay‌

Jeremiah rarely did late nights like this but sometimes they were necessary. Only this time this was more involuntarily than not. Sometimes when he was out of his house this late he was looking for something sexual but not tonight. He was plagued with a hunting loneliness. It was a sensation that came and went ever since his parents left but it was one that he wasn’t able to shake yet. That brought him to sleepless nights like this.

He was usually a happier face. He flirted. He was kind but everything was off tonight. The smile he had on his face as he entered the diner was forced. He didn’t have anything to but he couldn’t be home right. Anywhere but there. As he walked in, he saw Ricky, a face that he recognized from around town. “Not looking for any work. Just…. company I guess…. How are you doing tonight?”

surprisingly, ricky was a fairly lone figure - he’d never been too social before he came to the town and when he did come here, he found himself alone a lot of the time. the people he’d befriended had come and gone and he felt more like a maternal figure for those like jeremiah, who looked lost. looking at that face, he couldn’t turn him away. ushering to the seat across from him, he continued to eat as the kid sat and joined him. “i’m alright, just finished my shift so i’m eating before i crash”

“you want something?” he ushered the waitress over t them.

sinclairice‌

he was out late. normally he wouldn’t be out this late, 3 in the morning max, but tonight was a special night. the bar had an event, a party that he knew that he could get good money for. but finally his shift was over, taking awhile for everyone to finally leave and getting time to clean up. he was starving now, his late shift giving him an appetite. so he found himself at the diner where he saw the other male.

he sat down close to him, and when the other spoke, he chuckled. “ good for you, cause so am i, ” artemis responded. “ i normally am home around this time, but, decided i’d get some food. ” he said. “ that looks good, how are the hash browns ?? ”

the police officer wasn’t really social - he had a few friends that he spent time with but for the most part, he enjoyed the silence after a long shift like this where he could enjoy his meal before going home to crash. looking up to see a blonde sitting near him, he nodded - thankful that he didn’t need to make a police report or something over drunks going to far. “they’re pretty damn good, man” he said as he took another bite of them. “i’d recommend ‘em, they’re really fresh when it’s dead around here”

bradleymurray‌

“some things never change in town, huh, ricky.” there was a time where bradley had literally crushed so hard on ricky that he remembered accidentally popping a dragon boner in the stalls after they were cooling down from a combat session. to imagine where they were now, all adults trying to simply live and enjoy. “wow, dang. i’ll have to go bother him sometime.” he wasn’t sure if ricky was simply finished with training but brad wanted a go. “you got time and stamina for one more combat session? it’ll be just like old times.”

it’d felt like a lifetime since ricky had last seen bradley - so much had changed between then and now for the both of them. ricky had settled into town, become a police officer, and was going through the motions most days while bradley had a far more exciting life. “guess not” he said with a small laugh. “sure, i’d love to” he said. “try not to go daenerys targaryen on me?”

ghostxwall‌

“I mean if shoving that much hash browns in your mouth is you still being on the clock, then I’d very much love to sign up for the job—whatever it is,” Theo nodded with a smile, clearly teasing as he stood in beside the other guy’s booth. Thankfully, he didn’t have to tumble and do a backflip to get his attention as Theo was previously worried about it when he noticed how the guy was really getting into his moment when he was approaching the table. To be quite honest he probably would’ve opted against disturbing that bubble of niceness that he had cozied himself up in if it weren’t for the fact that he had something that Theo desperately needed.

“ ——— buuuuut I promise to be out of your hair if you won’t mind passing over the syrup bottle? The kitchen says it’s the last one in existence,” Theo trailed on cautiously as he nodded at the bottle in question.

ricky hadn’t meant to be so harsh but people saw his uniform and assumed he was always on duty, coming to him when he was off the clock with mindless troubles that may not require a cop in the first place. he wanted to sit back, enjoy his dinner and crawl back to his apartment and crash before he had to get up and do this all over again. “i wish my job were that easy” he quipped back with a smirk. he didn’t realize somebody else here was eating.

“oh? that’s weird” he cocked a brow but picked up the bottle and handed it to theo.

it’d been another long evening for ricky, he had to work the graveyard shift which was usually painfully dull and uneventful. while most people had been asleep in their beds, ricky found the occasional drifter loitering around on private property and he had to tell them to go on with their day elsewhere. though he usually just spent the time sitting back in his car watching netflix or youtube videos.

finally his shift was over and he could crash - using a few duplicates to cover more ground had left him famished and ricky had no energy to cook himself. curling in a booth of the empty diner that was open 24/7, the sun hadn’t even begun to rise. ordering his usual of scrambled eggs, hashed browns, bacon, and a short stack of pancakes. “sorry, man. i’m off duty” he said when somebody came over to him while he was shoving a hashbrown down his throat.

#giftedstarter

bradleymurray‌

“i don’t know, bud. those are a lot of little ricky’s.” he teased slightly, offering another smile at the man as he listened to the question back from the other. “ha, funny ricky. uhhh, no not really. couple people here and then in the outside world but it just didn’t really work out. i would be secretive with my power and come up with bogus excuses for all the things we’re able to simply be honest about while in town. i’m excited to be back though, couple of old flames i’d love to see how they’re doing. i haven’t seen ant in over a decade, do you know what happened to him at all?”

ricky had dated a few people since his break up with his fiance but he couldn’t find himself getting serious with them, often pulling back before things got serious and he’d been fine with short flings that were filled with passion but burned out far too soon. ricky wasn’t sure he could put himself through that again. “yeah, he’s still living here. he still works at the old diner in the middle of town”

#giftednsfw #physics

ofcarvalhos‌

* 𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁, daniel let out a content sigh as he shared the safe space of his home with his guest; the light sound of the vinyl player crooning oldies setting the perfect ambience for their restful night-in. having met out and about in town earlier in the afternoon, he was genuinely shocked that the other male had agreed to go back to his place—his desperate search for friends in santuario still not yet over, but he was hopeful that this sweet hangout session could change his fate for the better. “ so ! did you wanna grab some takeout ‘n just watch some movies, or does that sound like a total bore to you ? ” he queried, hoping the other would be honest with him. “ that, or we can always try and cook up our own dinner, hah. i’m… not the best in the kitchen, to be honest, but it could be fun, you know ? so long as we don’t burn down my house… ”

finishing up his shift at the precinct, ricky had somehow ended up at young daniel’s apartment. he didn’t know him too well but the guy was cute and he didn’t have much to do tonight, so he figured why not have some company who wasn’t his antisocial cat? sitting on the others coach, he smiled as the other sat down next to him. “you know, i could cook us something.” growing up with his mom, he had to take on the parental role for his mess of a mom so he’d learned how to cook really young. “i could make us tacos or enchiladas, if you want” he said with a smile.

bradleymurray‌

“yeah, it’s been … a while.” acknowledging that the man had been gone for quite some time, it wasn’t until he came back to santuario that he realized how much he missed home and that something had been telling him that he belonged here. “yeah, it was nice to experience the country. i was sent a few times to various places outside of the u.s. but since border customs is such a bitch, it was mostly canada and south america.” he admitted freely. “your powers have grown immensely, huh. good on you, ricky.” brad slapped the other’s shoulder area. “you got someone special in your life? any little ricky’s i may bump into on accident?”

the police officer felt tethered to the town - partially because it was a safe haven for the gifted but also because this was the only thing he could call his own. after his mom passed, ricky didn’t have any family or loved ones left he could turn to. but he’d always been curious to explore the world outside of the southwest. “that sounds great, man” he said with a smile. “yeah, i’ve gotten a lot better but sadly those are gonna be the only little ricky’s you’ll be seeing in town. still single. what about you? meet your special donkey yet?”

#yes he made a shrek reference

jan-bryson‌

“I guess that’s true. Still, I’m all for leaving the scene. My power works just fine for that and your’s looks like it would too. How long have you been trying to get better at not getting your brains beaten in?” He knew that training would help with his ability and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. There were only a few aspects he really wanted to improve. Really, the science nonsense involved in understand what he could potentially do made his head spin.

“well, considering that i’ve lived here for nearly twenty years” he said, when ricky made his first duplicate at the age of thirteen it had taken all the energy out of him but the boy had come a long way thanks to the dedication he put into it. “when i first came here, i could barely make a duplicate without passing out.” plus, being a cop - there was a need to be in the best shape you could be in.

bradleymurray‌

“you don’t sound to thrill to see me, ricky.” granted, perhaps twelve years was too long to try to jolt the other’s memory but in his mind they had a pretty solid relationship. “yeah, my dad retired from the scout’s so i’m one of their newest full-time recruits.” brad shrugged, feeling a bit more deflated than usual by the interaction. “how’ve you and the other yous been?” he teased, always knowing that there had been multiple ricky’s that were out and about even at this very second. “town’s changed a lot. a bit to try and get used to from the last time i was home.”

“no, i just didn’t think i’d see you again.” it’d been awhile since brad had been in town - twelve years, give or take. he had other things to attend to and ricky didn’t have a life outside of santuario after his mom passed away years ago. “that sounds exciting, i bet you get to see all sorts of things” he admitted. “i’ve been good. i’m a cop now and my powers have gotten a lot better, as you could tell” he said with a smile. last time he saw brad, ricky hadn’t been able to produce half of the duplicates he could now. “yeah, we’ve got a lot more people in the last couple years.. it feels like a real town now.”

jan-bryson‌

Jan laughed. “There is no fucking way I’m going to fight something. I’m not a fighter.” His combat skills were lacking so much. If he got into a fight, he preferred to disappear rather than actually throw punches. “Why are you fighting anyway? You could just duplicate and get the hell out of dodge. Wouldn’t that be smarter?” He didn’t consider himself a coward, just pragmatic.

ricky cocked a brow at the statement, he felt like it was a bit of a waste to have any kind of power and not use it to the best of your ability but he supposed that was just a personal preference. “it’s always better to be better prepared. my power isn’t exactly great for offense and i’d like to be prepared. plus the more you train, the better your gift will be” his had greatly improved over the years though he always saw room for improvement.

taekcck

#vanity

wesaciman‌

‘‘I was on my way to the training area and–’‘ he stopped talking when he realized how nervous he sounded, like a kid being caught with the hand in the cookie jar. Wesley nipped at his lower lip before flashing a smile at the other male. ‘‘It’s just–’‘ Hm. He wondered if it was possible for him not to sound like a big old nerd while trying to explain himself. ‘‘That’s a hell of a power you got there,’‘ Wes simply admitted with a small shrug. He was used to people doing all kinds of crazy things around him, but it was the first time he ever had the opportunity to admire duplication. ‘‘Very Dr. Manhattan. By admitting voyeur tendencies, will it make you feel less like I was stalking you?’‘ He let go of a husky laugh, taking two step back as he slowly raised his hands.

sure, ricky didn’t have a power that would allow him to shoot fire from his hands or bend people to his will but his power had its benefits - even if it kept him rather limited on what he could or could not do. so thus why he was constantly training - to be the best you could be, you had to put the work into it. “it’s fine, dude” he said as he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat that had been painting his face after such a work out before tossing it over his shoulder. “thanks, man. i appreciate it” he said with a faint smile at the compliment.

#wesaciman

touchpained‌

“me? oh,” nero had lived in santuario for a while, but only now did he realize the glass wasn’t two-way, at least not always. it just went to show how often he really came here for training. “i was just-… miss fox thinks i should start watching people train more,” he had a bit of an aversion to using his power, always despising how he took a piece of people whenever he channeled their touch.

it’d been nearly two decades of ricky living in santuario and he’d spent a lot of time and energy into his power. with how much time he put into it and the energy to try and master his duplication, it wasn’t uncommon to see young students watch ricky as a demonstration of what to do. “are you new around here, kid?”

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