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stellar-alley · 5 years ago

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Of Scales and Sea Glass

•Chapter 2•

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(Summary: Eddie goes shopping for food with Bev and Bill, then washes the mer’s tangled hair.)

Also shout out to @ambitiousskychild on tumblr for being my beta!

The next morning Eddie woke up to the sound of the doorbell echoing through the quiet house. His eyes fluttered open as they drifted over to his alarm clock. 11:00am, holly shit i never fucking sleep in this much, Eddie wondered why for only a split second, before the memories of the day prior resufaced. “The merman…” Eddie spoke aloud, his eyes wide with realization.

Hastily, he threw his legs over the side of his bed and stumbled out of his room and into the bathroom. He slammed himself against the door and opened it up wide.

The merman had been slouched over in the tub, head underwater. He jerked his head out of the water after the sudden bang against the door. Breathing heavily, mind still hazed by sleep, he watched as the small human, Eddie, shuffled inside. He rolled his eyes at the sight, relieved that it wasn’t a threat.

“It’s just me don’t worry” Eddie’s voice was groggy and tired as he waved off the merman’s worries. “I-uh, just wanted to make sure you were okay-” The doorbell rang again, Eddie stiffened, “Sorry I’ve gotta get this but please- stay here,” Eddie begged before leaving the room.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Eddie rambled as he unlocked the front door. He swung it open to reveal not just one of the Losers, but two. “Ohmygod- Hey guys!” Eddie’s mood brightened.

Bill and Beverly both stood on Eddie’s front porch. “Hey Eddie, what’s up?” Bev smiled. Eddie moved aside, allowing his friends to come inside. The three settled into their normal seats in Eddie’s family room. Eddie and Bill on the bigger couch will Bev laid horizontally on the armchair.

“H-Hows the clean up go-going?” Bill asked as he stretched his hands, sore from the previous day of manual labour.

“It fucking sucks! It’s so gross. What about you guys?” Eddie stopped himself before he started ranting about all the weird shit he’s found in his pool.

“My aunt and I got most of the stuff cleaned up but now there’s a leak in the roof, so we’ve gotta wait for the maintenance guy to come and patch it up, ” she explained.

Eddie nodded, then asked, “Bill? How’s Georgie?”

“T-Tired, he hu-hates thunder. The tree in the f-front yard lost a ma-masive branch. My parents told me to go get gru-groceries today,” Bill pulled out a list from his pocket, “Wanna join?” He inquired.

“Yeah, Big Bill and I were gonna go into town and get some supplies, we were wondering if you wanted in?” Beverly raised her eyebrows at him.

“That’d be great actually,” The mental image of the guest in his bathtub caused him to realize how much he needed to restock his pantry, “Yeah, I need to stock up,” Eddie concluded.

The shorter boy glanced down at the pajamas that he wore then back up at his friends, “Let me go get changed then we can head out. Oh, don’t use the upstairs bathroom the toilet… broke,” Eddie lied, but the others didn’t notice. He had a bathroom on the main floor that worked perfectly fine and had no mythical creature hiding in it that they could use.

Eddie checked on the merman one more time and informed him of the recent developments before he got ready and left. Eddie called shotgun as they walked down his driveway, towards Bill’s red Toyota Corolla, Bev rolled her eyes as she hopped into the back. And they were off to the store.

The trio decided on going to Walmart first as it had most of the things they needed. Eddie walked along the aisle with Bill who pushed the cart, and Bev who rode on the front with her phone in hand, she was scrolling through her list, calling out items she needed for Eddie to put into the cart.

They were about to roll past the fish freezers, when Eddie stopped and signaled for the others so to follow him. “Eddie f-fish? Really?” Bill questions as he turns the kart, Bev hopped off to stand beside Eddie as they observed the fish in the ice below them.

“Yeah, so?” Eddie’s tone is more defensive than he would prefer, but he needs to feed his trashmouth and fish seemed like the most logical food to buy for something that lived in the ocean. Eddie worried about giving him human food, so he decided to start with the fish then maybe test the waters with something like bread, once the mer regained his hunger.

“Nothing, it’s just every time I ever offered you sushi during lunch you always talked about your hatred for fish,” Bev recalls a memory from when they were in highschool.

He gestured for the guy behind the counter to wrap up two of the full salmons, “Well, people change,” Eddie shrugs. He smiled as he was handed the wrapped fish.

“So what was everyone else up to today?” Eddie changed the subject onto the other Losers.

“Mike’s on f-farm duty. They had to help f-find one of the sheep that got loose during the st-storm. S-Stan had to work,” Bill explained while he looked over the continents inside of one of the many freezers.

“And Ben’s mom needed help cleaning. OH! And remember his neighbour with that old ass maple tree?” Eddie nodded as Bev continued, “It fell during the storm, broke an upstairs window. Ben’s mom is pissed,” Bev says with a faint smirk playing over her lips.

Bill pulled up onto their street and Bev was talking about some of the new clothes she was making with one of her old dresses when Eddie remembered he wanted to buy a shirt for the merman.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Hm? What? Tired of hearing me talk about fashion?” Bev asked curiously.

Eddie shook his head. “Oh no, I love hearing about the difference between cotton and polyester. I just remembered I wanted to look at some new shirts while we were out. You don’t have any old big shirts do you?” Eddie asked. He would just lend one of his shirts to the fish, but he was at least 2 sizes larger than Eddie.

“Maybe?” Bev cocked an eyebrow, “why?”

Eddie blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Growth spurt”

Bill scoffed, which earned him a back hand slap on his arm.

“I can grow!”.

Bill smirked as he took the key out of the ignition. “Eddie you’re n-nineteen, I think you’re a-a little too old for growth spurts.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered,” Bev put a reassuring hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Beverly,” Eddie made sure to eye Bill as he thanked Bev.

Derry’s resident Badass: Left the shirt in the mailbox for you! Enjoy

Eddie read the text from Bev. He finished putting away all of the perishable items before checking his mailbox. Inside he found a light pink T-shirt. It looked pretty normal until he held it up and saw there were two seashell decals on the chest, trying to mimic Ariel’s iconic shell bra. Oh Beverly…. Eddie smirked at the shirt, recalling the times she’d worn this shirt to sleepovers, it always rode halfway down her thighs. He chuckled at the mental image of the trashmouth wearing this shirt.

Eddie ended up deboning one of the salmon's he bought, which proved itself to be much harder then they make it seem on Master Chief. After he proceeded to chop it into bite-sized pieces. He contemplated cooking the fish but opted not to as he can't imagine any way a merman would have cooked fish underwater. Once he was back in the bathroom, he took his usual seat on the closed toilet.

The merman’s head was leaning against the back of the tub, silently napping. Eddie admired his raw beauty and sharp features. He looked very at ease, his lips slightly parted and moving ever so slightly as his chest rose and fell with every breath. A small smile crept onto Eddie's face before it turned into a devilish grin. He held the container of food with one hand while the other slid into the water, with one swift notion he sent a small splash of water up and onto the merman’s face.

He woke with a startle, his glasses fell from his face with the sudden motion. The calm expression on his face turned to confusion as he scanned the room and realized everything was blurry. His breath now quick as his gaze landed on Eddie who was cracking up. He scowled while he slid his glasses back on.

“Oh come on trashmouth! God you're no fun,” Eddie nagged.

The Mer crossed his arms over his chest (ignoring the subtle pain it created) and stuck his tongue in protest.

Eddie only rolled his eyes before getting to what he'd brought. “So I wasn’t sure what you ate so I bought you fish. Is that okay?” He looked to the merman for help. He stared at Eddie blankly before his brow furrowed and he held out his arms and made a grasping motion with his hands. Like a baby asking for its bottle.

“What? You wanna do it yourself?” Eddie asked, a little shocked by his sudden desire for independence. Although he would be sad he'd never feel those soft lips against his hand anymore… He shrugged it off. “OKay…” Eddie hesitated only for a moment before handing it over to the merman.

He mirrored Eddie in the way he held it. Once he was sure he had a steady grasp over the container, he moved a hand to take a piece of fish out and popped it into his mouth. The merman chewed then proceeded to swallow it. He popped another piece into his mouth, chewed then gave Eddie a grateful smile with a mouth full of fish.

Eddie nearly gagged. “EW! Don’t do that trashmouth,” he grimaced, but his voice was filled with amusement as the fish closed his mouth, but kept the smile.

Later that day the cleaners came for the pool. Eddie greeted them in the driveway and led them into his backyard. He explained what he needed done as he stood a couple feet away from the edge of the pool. The main cleaner talked about prices as Eddie scanned the pool.

There was still so much shit at the bottom, he was excited to see it gone. But something shiny caught his eye on the ground. He blinked and focused on the little blue scales that sat about a foot away from the pool. Eddie tried to keep calm as he realized there were the merman’s scales.

Shit, I can’t let these guys see those, even if they are just scales. I cannot let anyone find out about him.

Eddie continued the conversation he was having with the head cleaner as he took a step towards the pool, placing his foot right beside the scales, blocking them from the cleaner’s view.

“We should be done in a couple hours or so,” he explained.

Eddie nodded in understanding, then he kneeled down beside the edge. “Okay good.” He placed his hand over the scales but kept his gaze on the pool. “The sooner it’s cleaned means the sooner I get to keep practicing. I’m planning on joining my school’s swim team,” Eddie lied. He picked up the scales and slid them into his pocket as he stood up.

“Oh! Well good luck with that,” The cleaner smiled. Once everything was discussed, Eddie left them to do their job. He patted the scales in his pocket as he walked back towards the house, a faint smile played across his lips.

The next day Eddie explained to the merman how his pool was now clean and full of water while he examined all of his injuries which seemed to be healing nicely.

“If I find an easier way to transport you then maybe one day you can go swimming there.” The merman only shrugged in response. That worried Eddie as he would’ve thought the fish would’ve been dying to get back into the water, as that’s where he lived.

“A-Are you okay?” Eddie immediately moved his hand to feel the creature's forehead, checking for a fever. It was a little hotter than normal but that could have also been because it was scorching hot outside. Eddie slid his hand from his forehead to ruffle the fish’s black mess of curls, something he grew quite fond of doing. But it didn’t go too far as his fingers got tangled in knots.

“God, how tangled is your hair?” Eddie questioned. The merman responded by raking his hands through his hair, only to be met by the same tangles. He simply shrugged.

Since he’d been in Eddie’s bathtub for the past couple of days, his hair had been able to completely dry, which left it in long thick curls that dangeled into his face. Eddie didn’t mind, he thought it was kinda cute… But now that he knew how knotted they were, he had to do something about it.

He sighed and stood up, “Well, I don’t know what you guys are doing down in Atlantis, but you’ve gotta start conditioning your hair.”

The merman’s face scrunched up, unsure of what Eddie was suggesting. He folded his arms over the side of the tub and rested his head on top of them as he watched Eddie go through one of the cabinets in the corner.

When Eddie returned he brought back a bottle of shampoo, conditioner and a brush. He sat on the ground and placed everything beside him. “Dunk your head underwater,” Eddie instructed.

The merman didn’t.

“Come on,” Eddie removed his watch and sunk his hands into the water.

The merman sunk down a bit but stopped right before wetting his hair, as if he was mocking Eddie.

“Oh fuck you,” Eddie gasped drmatically. He moved his hands to splash the merman. Just as the water was about to wet his face, he raised a hand and it stopped midair, and formed a perfect bubble of water before him.

Eddie froze. Did it do that? He must’ve taken on a shocked expression as the bubble immediately fell back into the water and the merman’s face turned apologetic, as if he was sorry for frightening the human.

Something tightened inside Eddie’s chest. The way the merman stopped, just for him, made him feel warm…

“No, no… It’s okay! I just didn’t know you could do that,” Eddie admitted, his face turning a little red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “C-Can you show me again?” Eddie requested shyly. Sure it’s weird and kinda freaky but that doesn't mean I’m not interested. HE HAS FRICKEN SUPER POWERS!

The merman’s expression softened as a smile tugged at the edges of his lips. This time he pulled a larger bubble of water from the bathtub and held it in the air. With his hand sticking out of the water, he moved his bubble towards him and held it over his head. With the flick of his wrist, the bubble fell over his head, soaking his hair, just like the human had requested.

Eddie’s eyes filled with wonder, and a little bit of pleasure as the fish boy finally wet his fucking hair. “Cool…”

After the initial shock of the whole superpowers thing settled, Eddie began washing the merman’s hair. First off he squirted a generous amount of shampoo directly onto the mer’s head, then proceeded to massage it into his curls and spread it to cover all of his hair. As he massaged his scalp, the mer released a little moan, obviously enjoying the scalp massage. (Eddie heart raced at the sound of that)

Then Eddie rinsed the suds from his inky black hair and proceeded to add the conditioner. Instead of massaging it in, he grabbed his thick-toothed comb and combed it through. The task took a while as his hair was fairly knotted.

All of the effort paid off though as once his hair was fully cleaned, Eddie took out the blow dryer. Sure, it spooked the mer at first but once Eddie showed him that it was harmless and only shot out warm air, the merman complied. Though he’s only known Eddie for a couple days now, he’s grown to trust the human, especially considering everything he’s done for him so far. The warm air felt nice on his cold skin, plus he enjoyed how soft hair had become once it was over. He ran his wet fingers through his freshly cleaned locks but was given a light slap from the human, as he claimed, “You’re gonna get your hair wet and gross again.”

The final product left Eddie speechless. The merman’s hair was full of soft curls, they ended just above his neck. The pieces that’d once loosely fell in his face now curled to the side and nicely framed his eyes.

The merman’s cheeks took on a new shade of pink as he noticed the human’s stare.

Eddie smiled at his hard work, but he also smiled because of the way the mer glanced away shyly, as if he was a little embarrassed at the sudden gaze on him. Eddie would’ve thought he was cute, maybe even beautiful, but just as the warmth began to spread in his chest, he pushed the feelings. We’re from two different worlds. The reminder brought him back to reality.

“You look nice,” the compliment brought the merman’s gaze back onto Eddie. He gave the human a small nod, as if to say ‘thank you’.

During the span of a week, Eddie had developed a bit of a schedule on how his days would play out. First he’d go say goodmorning to trashmouth and make sure he’s still alive. Then he’d go make them breakfast, he’s been testing out some new recipes for himself, while the mer still ate fish. Actually Eddie’s noticed now that he’s constantly getting food ready for the merman, he’s started putting more thought into his own meals. Which is a step up from frozen meals and cereal that he was used to. Then they’d eat together in the bathroom. Eddie had taken up sitting on the floor so he could be closer to his trashmouth while they ate. Sometimes the fish boy would shoot him curious glances, staring down at Eddie’s food from where he sat in the tub. So Eddie would put a forkful of whatever he had made out in front of the fish and feed him. Eddie was happy to know he could start branching out in his meal planning. Now that he knew human food wouldn’t upset the fish’s stomach. Most days Eddie tried to give the mer a big breakfast so if Eddie needed to leave for any reason, his guest wouldn’t die of hunger.

As much as Eddie wished he could spend his days beside the tub, uncovering every secret the merman held, he knew if he started acting weird, someone was bound to notice. So he kept in contact with his friends, going over to their houses, inviting them over once the backyard was clean. Sadly he’s had to miss two sleepovers as he doesn't trust the fish to be home alone for that long.

Eddie even moved Goldy’s fish bowl into the bathroom to keep his trashmouth company. Though she’s on the counter, away from the merman’s claws, he seems to enjoy the company. So now when Eddie returns home from a day at Mike’s farm or something, he doesn't seem as lonely.

Over the past week, Eddie grew oddly fond of the merman. Sure, he couldn’t talk, but Eddie did enough of it for the both of them. Most of the time he just complained about random things, other times he’d explain human things like technology and phones, and sometimes he’d bring his comics into the bathroom and read to him (carefully as he did not want to get them wet).

Also, most, if not all of the mer’s injuries had healed pretty well. The only explanation Eddie could come up with to explain the miraculous chain of events was that mermaids had a better healing factor compared to humans. Which was on one hand, good! He seemed happier now that he wasn't in pain. But on the other hand, Eddie knew once he was fully healed, there wouldn’t be a reason to take care of him anymore, which would mean he’d have to… Eddie shook his head, dismissing the thought and returned back to the present, where he was removing the bandages on the mer’s chest.

The one he had yet to take off was the one that sat on the mer’s cheek. He was slightly worried that out of all the injuries, that would be the one not to heal correctly. Leaving a messy, jagged scar on a face that would have otherwise been considered perfect. With as much care as he could muster, he cupped one side of the mer’s face with his hand (he ignored the butterflies that had formed in his stomach) to keep his head steady while the other slowly peeled the bandage off.

He held the bandage in his hand and admired the skin that was now healed. Instead of a nasty scar that Eddie had imagined, all that was left was a simple line that was half the size of the original cut. Eddie thought it made him look even cuter, in a badass type of way.

Eddie realized a moment too soon that he’d been staring longingly at the merman who’s cheek he still cupped with his hand. He was about to move away when the mer quickly reached his hand up towards the back of Eddie’s neck and pulled him down. Before Eddie could even process what was happening, their lips smashed together. For a second he couldn’t believe what was happening. Their lips moved together as if they had kissed dozens of times before. The mer’s tongue moved into Eddie’s mouth, snapping Eddie back into reality. He hastily pushed away, falling back onto the tile floor.

The merman let out a gasp, as if he was gasping for air. His breaths became quick as he held onto the side of the bathtub. “OH THANK GOD! I Don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept that shit up…” He was breathless, but still, he spoke.

Word Count: 7604

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at-the-exd-of-everythixg · 5 years ago

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Pt 2! ☀️🌑

Sleeping:

Who snores?

Neither.

If both do, who snores the loudest?

Rhys makes louder nosies. Pascal sleeps like a corpse.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

Share a bed! They're all over each other.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

Rhys immediately snuggles into Pascal and Scal is now entirely too used to someone being wrapped into his arms.

Who talks in their sleep?

Rhys does. Pascal just mouths words but never actually says them.

What do they wear to bed?

Rhys wears NO clothes while Pascal always wears a shirt and loose bottoms because his sugary scars make him squeamish to brush against.

(he hates the feeling of scar tissue but,,,I'm thinking of having him keep his breasts? Bad place to ramble but boy probably A: Doesn't feel the need to have them removed. B: Too squeamish at the idea of chest scars and C: Pascal is very comfortable with his body like to think he has GREAT breasts, especially after transitioning).

Are either of your muses insomniacs?

Rhys definitely is.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

Nope! Rhys can't stand the idea of bring sedated and Pascal has a fear of waking up and finding out months have passed again.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Rhys wraps around Pacsal but Scal is pretty much in the same position for the night.

Who wakes up with bed hair

Rhys does! The cutie.

Who wakes up first?

Pascal does, at 6:30 every day on the dot.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Pacsal "will" but secretly goes to Macdonald's to get Rhys something because he can't cook yet he acts like he made it himself.

What is their favourite sleeping position?

Rhys will curl into Pascal's back while Pascal will mostly sleep on his side or near on his back.

Who hogs the sheets?

Pascal does and cue Rhys screeching as he tries to tuck himself into the core of bed...and then Korra comes bouncing in to sleep with her fathers.

Do they set an alarm each night?

They don't need to.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?

Nah.

Who has nightmares?

Rhys more than Pascal but Scal only has them every few months.

Who has ridiculous dreams?

Technically Pascal eith dreaming of the future.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Rhys does.

Who makes the bed?

Pascal will.

What time is bed time?

Around 11ish for Pascal and Rhys tends to go an hour later.

Any routines/rituals before bed?

Rhys will do his hair and Pascal will get Zuko into his pajaymas while redoing his bandages of the night.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Rhys is but he has babies and Pascal to cheer him up.

Work:

Who is the busiest?

Pascal is.

Who rakes in the highest income?

Pascal does. And he has a lot of leftover cash from the cult.

Are any of your muses unemployed?

Rhys is.

Who takes the most sick days?

Neither.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Pascal after Rhys flirts like a beast.

Who sucks up to their boss?

Pascal doesn't suck up.

What are their jobs?

Pascal works at a pet shelter for the week and part time as a psychics shop on Saturdays while Rhys doesn't work.

Who stresses the most?

Pacsal does over a lot of things.

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

Pascal likes his jobs! It's good work and it helps people!

Are your muses financially stable?

They are.

Home:

Who does the washing?

Pascal will.

Who takes out the trash?

Rhys will.

Who does the ironing?

Neither.

Who does the cooking?

They do some but mostly ready made meals and take out.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Pascal. He's....so bad at cooking.

Who is messier?

Pascal is.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

Rhys will.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Neither since they need a clear floor and have pets.

Who forgets to flush the toilet?

Rhys.

Who is the prankster around the house?

Pascal aka "A kiss is the price for your life....and also for me to take the coffee off the top shelf."

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Rhys would lose stuff more since Pascal can Know where they are.

Who mows the lawn?

They don't have one, just a small patio with fake plants and litter trays.

Who answers the telephone?

Rhys will since Pascal is...creepy on the phone. Answering by people's names and knowing what they want isn't good.

Who does the vacuuming?

Rhys will since he can see more things in the moment.

Who does the groceries?

Pascal does.

Who takes the longest to shower?

Rhys does.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Rhys does. Gotta look hot!

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?

Nah, they're good for the most part.

How many cars do they own?

None.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

Pascal owns his place!

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

Nearer the country.

Do they live in the city or in the country?

They live in the city.

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Pascal does, he can't stand the country after what he did.

What’s their song?

"Make out" By Julia Nunes!

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Rhys will cuddle the Kids and listen to podcasts while Pascal will take Korra for walks and listen to the tv.

Where did they first meet?

On the underground.

How did they first meet?

Pascal creeped Rhys out by knowing him and giving back his wallet.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

Rhys does.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Rhys. It's the reason why Pascal wakes up saying "oh no".

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Probably Rhys after he learns that Pascal is just a clumsy bitch.

Any mental issues?

Rhys had his PTSD and anxiety/depression while Pascal deals with a lot of anxiety over the lady and future as well as suffering from an Atlas personality.

Who’s terrified of bugs?

Rhys is.

Who kills the spiders around the house?

Pascal will since he can find them beforehand. Rhys has never loved someone more.

Their favourite place?

The pet shelter!

Who pays the bills?

Pascal will.

Do they have any fears for their future?

Definitely Rhys is scared with being broken up with and losing Pascal while Pascal tends to deal with a plethora of worries.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

Pascal is.

Who uses up all of the hot water?

Rhys does. That's fine though, Pascal can heat his water up at times.

Who’s the tallest?

Pascal :)

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Rhys and Pascal acts surprised every time. Terribly dramatically.

Who wanders around in their underwear?

Rhys will. The husSY.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Pascal does. He's blind AND tone deaf.

What do they tease each other about?

Rhys will tease Scal about his himboness and visions while Pascal will tease Rhys about his sexual hunger and Cruelty.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Rhys is. Pascal believes in cheap Christmas sweaters in April.

Do they have mutual friends?

Do dogs count? Then yeah, a LOT.

Who crushed first?

Pascal did because Rhys is...so mean ❤.

Any alcohol or substance related problems?

Rhys definitely has a bit of both but Pascal had some sleeping pills issues from being dosed up a lot as a kid.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

Rhys is and Pascal is always there for him.

Who swears the most?

Rhys does.

✩ ][Rhys and Pascal][

@blind-mutant

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Pascal is and it's a trait held from knowing that his raised voice got the attention of seventy people. Now he just feels awful when he yells near Rhys.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Probably Rhys at first but definitely no longer after the breakup incident.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

Pascal will but he mostly just leaves for an entire day or two to clear his head. Still cannot remember to call Rhys about it and gets yelled at after.

Who trashes the house?

Rhys will.

Do either of them get physical?

No, they'd never dream of it. Pascal hopes this litreally.

How often do they argue/disagree?

Not that often, Pascal can see the disagreements and stop them beforehand but the biggest ones are where Pascal does stuff for Rhys's own good or if he feels like Rhys may be trying to defend his actions of killing his cult.

Who is the first to apologise?

They both race to apologise and Rhys is first but Pascal draws out his apologies for days until Rhys gets him to shut up.

Sex:

Who is on top?

Pascal is and usually likes to physically be on top.

Who is on the bottom?

Rhys is!....Until Pascal lovingly calls him a "Dinky twinkie" and then spends the rest of his night at the mercy of cruel shadows and an even crueler man.

Who has the strangest desires?

Rhys definitely and Pascal is wondering whether he needs to order certain toys or fake vampire teeth. I'm screaming at Rhys getting into collars for Pacsal after the breakup incident ("Glowbug don't you think this is going to far-" "No.")

Any kinks?

Rhys likes it when Pascal plays about with his extra hot mouth, likes it when Scal presses him down and teases him so sweetly and how he acts smug in the moment. Pascal has found that he surprisingly enjoys the sharp cold of Rhys's shadows and has a fondness for gags and a huge ass humiliation kink. Especially if its Rhys degrading him.

Who’s dominant in bed?

Pascal is but honestly there's a lot of banter that plays about with dominance.

Is head ever in the equation?

Ye s. Pascal shrieked the first time he got head and it ended up with him yelling at Rhys to stop laughing. Rhys??? Can't get enough of a warm mouth on him...especially if he can tease and convince Pascal to get on his knees somewhere public but private in winter....fancy boy needs a cockwarmer and Pascal was practically made for it.

If so, who is better at performing it?

Pascal is. Hot mouth gives unfair advantage.

Ever had sex in public?

Not yet but who knows ;)

Who moans the most?

Rhys does.

Who leaves the most marks?

Rhys does because he is possessive baby! Especially after finding out that Pascal gets flirted with and after the breakup thing.

Who screams the loudest?

Rhys does.

Who is the more experienced of the two?

Rhys is with men but Pascal gets the hand of it with pre visionary experience.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Most of the time its lovemaking or love fucking!

Rough or soft?

Soft most of the time but Rhys likes to get in a good rough.

How long do they usually last?

Pascal lasts about five minutes? He builds himself up embarrassingly easy. Rhys probably lasts a couple of minutes more.

Is protection used?

Yeah, boys gotta be safe since they don't know if Inhumans can transfer STDs.

Does it ever get boring?

Nope! Especially since Pacsal can always change stuff up. Rhys comes onto him? Pacsal can twist it about, all while being smug.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

Possibly over the counter of Pascal's work late at night or in his physic shop especially.

Family: (For this, we'll just imagine that Pascal found and kept a kid from his cult and thought the first step of redemption was raising them)

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?

They don't but if an orphan winds up on Pascal's doorstep??? Parenthood calls and Pascal must scream back.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?

Probably just one.

Who is the favorite parent?

Pascal is because he's soft and bends backwards for his precious baby.

Who is the authoritative parent?

Rhys isn't that much but...someone has to be a little strict.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?

Pascal.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?

Rhys is because he's awful and needs to let his baby have as much candy as they want.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?

They both do!!! They're the embarrassing dads who scream and Pascal cheats by using predictions.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?

Pascal does as he handles them better. Rhys just gets angry and while it's hot....its problematic.

Who changes the diapers?

Pascal will. Future vision is a bitch.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?

Rhys will since he's up at that time anyway.

Who spends the most time with the children?

Rhys does since he doesn't work.

Who packs their lunch boxes?

Rhys does!

Who gives their children ‘the talk’?

They both do since they had such (aka no) Talks in their teens.

Who cleans up after the kids?

Pascal will otherwise he'll trip.

Who worries the most?

Rhys does.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Rhys absolutely and he now knows why Pascal woke up mad at him.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?

Rhys definitely wants his big warm teddy bear!!

Who is the little spoon?

Rhys is unless its summer.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Rhys does but once in a while Pascal will shock Rhys and do it as well.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

Rhys "Gremlin man" Brennan.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Probably Rhys but this is mostly in summer.

Who gives the most kisses?

Pascal!! Rhys is so affectionate so its the least he can do.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Pascal loves listening to Rhys play and attempting it as well but the boys adore playing with the children.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

On the sofa and wrapped up in blankets with the kids cuddled in.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?

Rhys. He loves hearing Pascal's quiet desperation as he knows the inevitable is coming!

How often do they get time to themselves?

Quite often, it's a little hard with two jobs but they manage. Having no friends help.

#ask #blind-mutant #headcanon #he speaks of holy fates (pascal)

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