#Rex Splode

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Rex Splode Origins

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Crawling Back to You

Chapter twenty

Synopsis: You, Rex and Bulletproof are expected to share a room together for the night.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Chapter: 20/?

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TW: None

Note: W*rk is kicking my ass, thank you all for being so patient! Happy 100k!!

“No way in hell am I sleeping on one of those couches.” Zandale pulls his bag over to the bed.

“I mean they look nice at least, right?” You say it more to comfort yourself than the other two standing in the very over-the-top guest room with you.

“Sure, it looks nice, it doesn’t look comfortable.” He sits down at its edge, giving a few gentle pets to test out the firmness of the mattress. “For having so much money, I’m a little disappointed.”

“Why would she be worried about the guest beds? She probably sleeps on a giant brick of gold or something.” You took the chance to sit down on the couch you were standing in front of. It wasn’t bad, but you could tell it was not going to be anywhere near restful.

Rex remained almost eerily silent, the only proof of his presence was the sound of the wood creaking lightly as he laid back on the other couch, testing it out himself.

Bulletproof was slipping off his suit jacket, tossing it haphazardly behind him on the bed. Lying back, he pulled out his phone, responding to whoever the guy had to respond to. Now that you thought about it, what does he do outside of being a Guardian? Maybe nothing?

It was interesting to you how much being a Guardian seemed to fully encapsulate some of the other members’ identities. After begging for an hour, Donald had let you look over the files of the old Guardians, you had claimed to want to learn, and that was partially true. But you were also just really curious. For your whole childhood, they had been the team. Everyone knew their names, everyone had a favorite, and everyone trusted that they would be there.

From their files, a lot of the old team seemed to have full lives outside of their work. War Woman was a high-up executive in a company she had helped build from the ground up. Green Ghost had been a photographer, even Aquarus had been the literal king of Atlantis. Most of them had spouses, or people they were dating, they had whole lives. With the brutal killing of all the former members, it was hard to remember it had been different before.

Even when trying to make small talk with the patients at the hospital, you noticed it. Hardly anyone on the outside seemed interested in familiarizing themselves with the new team. A few people had said things to the tune of “Oh yeah, wasn’t that guy on the original team?” or “I thought he died?”. To the world, the Guardians were no longer a phenomenon. They weren’t indestructible or untouchable, they definitely weren’t invincible. They were dead. A new group to replace them didn’t overshadow the shock that followed the initial announcement of the massacre.

Robot’s or Immortal’s, whoever’s team, didn’t come across as united, and from the inside it didn’t feel that way either. The team was capable, sure. But you still wondered how fulfilled the other members were truly feeling.

After a few more minutes of comments on the room you began to eye the guest bathroom residing in the corner of the room, to the left of the bed. Unless you are content with sleeping in your dress you should probably get changed, maybe even shower. It had been a long night. Lifting the small suitcase, you unzipped it open, trailing a hand over the nightwear you had brought. It was…fine. Mismatched, cozy, reliable. But you had originally been under the impression you would have your own room. If you had known differently, would you have brought something else? Eh, probably not. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you remember something that had proved to be a hindrance earlier. You’ll need help unzipping your dress.

There were few things you could think of off the top of your head that you’d rather do less at this exact moment than ask Rex to help again. So, onto the next best choice. After standing, and purposely avoiding looking at the other couch, you loitered near Zandale, who was practically ripping through his duffle bag. Surprisingly well-packed for a two-day mission.

“Can you help me really quick?”

He threw a shirt down at the bag, frustration clearly rising. “Stupid mission, with a stupid dance, stupid beds-”

You leaned back on your heels, trying to wait patiently, but the longer you stood watching him pull out somehow yet another graphic tee, the less easy it was to be patient. “Hello-?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?”

“I forgot it.” He sighed.

“It? What it? You have like fifty thousand shirts in there, man.” You leaned forward to look into the contents of the bag, but he was already zipping it up. He let out a groan, resting his elbows on his knees while staring past you.

What on earth is he going on about-?

No.

Nope.

He’s not about to do this.

“Who were you texting, Zandale?” You squint, watching a small smile ghost over his expression that disappears just as soon as it arrives.

He clears his throat, standing up. “I forgot my shirt.”

There’s a pause as you look down at his now-closed duffle bag that contained at least five different shirts.

“Really?” You respond dryly.

“Yeah, there’s a specific one I sleep in, well, you know how it is.”

“No, I don’t know how it is, Zandale. Just wear one of those.” You gesture down to the bag with a tense hand.

He hums, looking down at it before glancing back up. “Those are too cottony-”

“What?” You watch as he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling.

“And the bed feels like shit. So, I was sitting here, quietly lamenting how awful my night would be, in a cotton shirt on an uncomfortable bed, and it hit me. I can leave.” No. “I can actually be home, and in my own bed, before you’re even ready for bed.” No fucking way.

“Why do you even need to wear a shirt to go to bed, Zandale?” You shake your head, pressing two fingers to your temple, then lowering your voice, hopefully to a tone Rex couldn’t overhear. “Was it Rae? You were texting Rae, weren’t you?”

He ignores you and continues. “It has been absolutely lovely spending a whole evening with you two, but I’m actually good-”

“Zandale-”

“I’ll be sure to be back on time in the morning-”

“Zandale, no-”

“I could technically take one of you with me, but that would add travel time, and I’m absolutely beat-”

‘Please don’t.’ You mouth it at Zandale, narrowing your eyes at him, with the subtlest shake of the head. As frustrated as you were right now with him and Rae, who most likely was putting him up to it, you were somewhat more frustrated that Rex was saying absolutely nothing.

Bulletproof gives you a pout and slowly walks up to you, putting up an act like he’s really considering. He stands directly before you, puts his hand out on your shoulder, and- “Yeah no, every man for themselves.”

 “Dick.”

“Thank me later.”  Dick!

You had almost expected him to grab his things, open a window, and fly away. Instead, he picked his bags up, put them neatly in a corner, and rather anticlimactically left out the main door. Leaving you alone with Rex who was positioned away from you. One of his arms folded neatly underneath his head, the one on his injured side resting on his lower stomach. It was probably the only way he could lie without pulling at whatever stitches he now had.

A pang of guilt washed over you. Guilt that he got hurt, that he came along on this mission. Guilt that you hadn’t healed him. Which was quickly replaced by the annoyance that he didn’t allow you to heal him. And that annoyance was even quicker replaced by more annoyance that Zandale had really just bailed. And he had done so without even helping you with what you had originally gone to ask him for help with.

Rex finally looked over at you, meeting your gaze. You threw your hands up in exasperation, a silent, ‘Why didn’t you say anything?’

“What?”

“Oh my god.” You groaned, grabbing your bag and heading to the bathroom.

You tried a few times to reach your zipper on your own, even considering pulling it over your head. After a few failed attempts, and the sound of threads buckling, you finally decided to call it quits. Leaning against the bathroom counter, you pressed on the first contact in your phone, selecting to call. Simply messaging her would take longer than you wanted.

“Hello?”

“You did this, didn’t you?” You hissed it out, your voice low as you turned on the sink to drown out your words.

“Don’t worry about thanking me or whatever, drinks are on you next time I’m over.”

“I’m not thanking you, Rae! This is extremely inconvenient!”

“It’s inconvenient to be alone in a room for the night with a guy you’ve been drooling over?” The sarcasm drips in her tone, even through the distortion of the call itself.  

“How did you even know we were all going to be in a room together? I didn’t even know that!”

“Zandale owes me money because you two apparently danced tonight-”

“God, not a semblance of discretion on this whole fucking team-” You sighed, clicking your nails against the marble countertop.

“Anyways,” She cut in loudly, “He told me about the room situation, and I told him he wouldn’t owe me if he left the room. He was complaining about being stuck between you two eye-fucking each other anyways so-”

“Rae!” You put a hand over your face, you knew that Bulletproof had been someone clued into your feelings, but to know he had been observing made it much worse. “Rae, I love you, you’re wonderful, amazing, beautiful, everything, you just royally fucked me on this.”

“Hopefully I’m not the only one getting to fuck you-”

“Rae, oh my god, can you just listen?”

She snickered but didn’t speak over you.

How exactly do you explain that you are quite angry with Rex right now without going into way too much detail? “He’s…well, he’s an asshole.”

“You already knew this, babe. Have fun!”

“Wait, Rae, seriously-” And… she’s gone.

After staring at your reflection for a few moments, and having a mental crash-out, you prepared for bed to the best of your ability while still wearing the dress.

“Have fun talking on the phone?” Rex sounded as you left the restroom, he was facing towards the door, now sitting up on the couch. His tie was loosened, and the top of his dress shirt was unbuttoned.

You gave him an unimpressed look, but you could still feel your face heating up. “Yes, thank you.”

“I wouldn’t have listened in.”

“Yeah, sure.” You roll your eyes with a sigh, dropping your stuff next to the bed. Maybe you should offer it to him, he was shot after all. You turn to him again, opening your mouth to offer it, and-

“Are you going to bed wearing that?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “And what about it, Rex?”

His eyes ran over you, a semi-confused expression dusting his features. “Why-” He paused. “Do you need help?”

“Your help?”

“Yeah, I’m the only one here aren’t I?”

“Then no.”

“Are you fucking serious, Joy?”

“Yes, thank you.” You were already pulling back the duvet and sliding under the comforter. It was almost immediately uncomfortable. But at this point, you weren’t about to give in and ask him. As good as he looked sitting on the couch, with his arms slotted over his knees, and his tie hanging loose, you were still angry with him.

It’s quiet for a minute or two, the lights are all still on, so all you can do is lay with your eyes closed, hoping morning will come quick. Eventually, you hear the shuffling of Rex grabbing his things to go to the restroom, the door closes, and you hear the shower turn on.  

With stitches that fresh he most definitely should not be taking a shower, but you weren’t exactly raring to go barge in and stop him. Rolling on your back you started up at the intricately decorated ceiling.

It was separated into sections, golden leaf etchings mapping out the edges of each box. The walls were painted deep red, with dark mahogany load-bearing beams jutting across the room. Overall, the room was bordering on maximalist, a variety of different wall decorations littering every open available area, all overlapping and intertwining in an artful way. It was a stark contrast with the subtle greens and browns of your furnished apartment.

Your apartment that Rex had haphazardly clamored into, soaking wet.

You ran a hand over your face at the memory. Usually, you pushed it away when it surfaced. The guilt that you didn’t go with him felt suffocating at times, but this time you didn’t.

The shower was still running; Rex would be gone for a bit longer. What was the harm in reanalyzing it? Not the confusion, or the anger, or the frustration, but the feeling of his eyes on you. His hand pressed flesh against the wood of the front door, your breaths intermingling. His eyes on you in the elevator. It made your stomach twist.

He had asked you to dance. Talked your ear off for hours about islands versus bar-styled countertops, and the different ways to properly utilize skylights. Which, you didn’t think there was even a way to utilize it, right? It was just there to let in natural lighting and look pretty. Rex had sighed heavily when you said this and launched into a whole lecture about it. You don’t know exactly when it happened, but you started to enjoy the sound of his voice. Steady, constant. Sure, he wasn’t exactly the most elegantly spoken person ever, you couldn’t come up with anyone who cursed half as much as he did. But it was comfortable, you couldn’t say the same for trying to sleep in this dress.

Ugh. You felt like a proper sap. Even now, as angry with him as you were, you almost missed him. He wasn’t even a room away and you missed him. Thank god Rae can’t read your thoughts, or you’d really never hear the end of it. This is borderline pathetic.

The sound of the shower turning off lurching you from your thoughts. You quickly turned on your side, away from the bathroom, although you’re not sure why. A few minutes pass and the door creaks open, the fan inside the bathroom whirling away the silence of the bedroom. You wait to hear footsteps, but they don’t come. He’s standing there at the door, you can feel his eyes on you, but you refuse to look back.

“Are you sleeping or just still ignoring me?” His voice is quiet, unsure. The statement itself is ridiculous though, you haven’t been ignoring him any more than he’s been ignoring you. You were so consistently aware of him that it almost seemed impossible to truly ignore him.

“I’m not ignoring you, Rex, we just talked a few minutes ago.” Your response came out short and sharp, more so than you intended.

“That wasn’t talking.”

You breathed out a sigh, turning finally to face him, propping yourself up on your elbows. The short length of his hair dried quickly, which somewhat disappointed you after the trip down memory lane to how he’d looked at your apartment. Wet strands clinging to his face, droplets clinging to every lock. He was out of the dress shirt and was now wearing a generic white t-shirt, over dark grey boxers. “What would you like to talk about?” Your tone dry, closed off.

You wanted to talk to him, wanted him to talk to you. But the residual irritation was still clinging to you like a burr entrenched in an old dog’s fur. You couldn’t shake it.

“Are you okay?”

You blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah, I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “That guy…whatever his name was. He had you in a really rough spot.”

“I survived.”

“I know that, but are you okay?”

There was a longer silence. You tilted your head an inch, looking at him, really looking at him. “I’ve had a gun pointed at me before. Really, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me.” Soft, hardly audible.

“Rex, I know you think I struggle to hold my own but-”

He groans, “Would you stop that?”

You bite back your response, pushing yourself up more so that you are fully sitting up. The gesture pulls your dress, causing the top to dig mildly into your shoulders. Pulling at it absentmindedly, you try to formulate a response.

“Will you stop being so stubborn and let me help you?” He’s taken a few steps towards you. You can smell the shampoo, it was fancy, something already set in the bathroom. Distinctly not him.

“Will you stop being so stubborn and let me help you?” You shoot back with a glare, your eyes settling on his side you know is injured.

“Is that seriously what it’ll fucking take?” Irritation laces his voice. It could make you sigh once again, you didn’t want to be fighting with him, but a small voice in your head reminded you that he had refused your help. Doubted your abilities.

“Maybe it is.” You shift, the silk of your dress exaggerating the movement with how little friction you have against the sheets. “You’re not supposed to take a shower that soon after getting stitches anyways, you’re gonna get an infection.”

“Christ! Are we really doing this again?”

“You’re the one who brought it up!”

“No, I’m not, I offered to help you with your dress!”

“You can help me with the dress after I’ve healed you!”

“Unbelievable.” Rex let out a huff, crossing his arms, which proved to be ill-thought-through, as he immediately returned his arms to his sides, fighting a wince.

You scooted out of bed, crossing the short distance to him. “Deal?”

Rex’s expression furrowed, but he surprisingly didn’t seem to want to argue further. He held his hand out for you, and you quickly took it. The last thing you wanted was for him to change his mind at the last second. Shutting your eyes tightly you willed your way through it. Mending the wound in his side, and a few other bruises you could sense were waiting to announce themselves in a few hours just below the skin. With your thumb pressed firmly against his pulse point, you could almost swear you felt his heartbeat stutter.

“Okay, happy?” His voice was low still, his eyes practically drilling into you.

“More than I was.” You concede, letting go of his hand.

“Will you let me help you now?”

“I suppose.” You murmur, and before you can turn for him, his hands are on your shoulders, guiding you to face away. The pads of his fingers rough against your skin, sending a lightning-fast spark down your spine. With every passing moment, you only became more and more aware of the fact that the two of you were alone in a room and that he was helping you free yourself from the confines of your dress.

His touch left your shoulder to meet with the back of your dress, easily unzipping it for you. The interaction lasted no more than a few seconds, but that’s all it took. It felt intimate, too much.

As soon as his grasp on the zipper disappeared you were practically jumping away, grabbing your bag again, and locking yourself in the bathroom. Really, really smooth.

Switching to your nightwear took no time at all, but you still spent a good few minutes standing against the door, regulating your breathing. Willing yourself to get a fucking grip.

When you returned, Rex was settled back on his couch, both arms now settled under his head with his side injury taken care of.

“You can have the bed if you want-”

“No.” It cuts through the end of your sentence. A breath passed between you, without him looking over. “Thank you for offering, I guess.”

Okay…

You shrugged to yourself; you weren’t going to fight him on it. The bed was much more comfortable, and the exhaustion of the evening was catching up with you. After you had closed the bathroom door, there was a surprising amount of light still filtering under the bedroom door and over the curtains. Did they ever turn the lights off in the hallway? The sheets felt much better now that you weren’t in the confines of your dress, you were ready to pass out, and after a few turns, you did.

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You couldn’t have been asleep for long. It felt like you’d blinked from when you must have fallen asleep to right now. You were sure you heard something but you were too groggy to know for sure what it had been. So, you waited, straining to hear something, anything-

It’s soft. Not what had woken you up, but definitely distinguishable. You can hear Rex’s breathing, it’s quick, distressed. A few moments after zeroing in on the sound of it, a soft groan breaks through the silence. It’s sharp, clear indicator of pain. Before you can fully register anything, you’re swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The floor feels cool against your bare feet, and the warmth of the blankets beckons you to lay back down, but you push through. You pad as quietly as you can over to the couch, slamming your foot into your bag at one point, which draws a stifled breath from you.

“Rex?” He didn’t immediately stir. The only thing now illuminating the room was the ghost of light peeking through the curtains. It shined on part of the wall behind the couch, a corner of it hardly lighting his face. His eyebrows were tight, an obvious sign of discomfort. “Rex.” You said again, lowering yourself down closer to the ground so he didn’t wake up to you standing over him.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you put your hand on his arm, preparing to say his name again. But upon contact his hand quickly grasped yours, his eyes now open. You give him a speedy once over, his chest was rising and falling in a hectic fashion. His eyes quickly scanned your face, mouth slightly parted. After a few blinks and a deep shaky breath, his grip loosened on your wrist, obviously needing a moment to fully recognize you and the environment around him.

“Rex?” You whispered, not trying to take your hand back. His thumb was lightly grazing over the back of it, making goosebumps rise up your arm. He had relaxed mildly, rolling slightly to face towards the ceiling, trying to regulate his breathing. For a moment you felt a little hot, watching his chest rise and fall so desperately. You closed your eyes mentally shaking the thought. He was obviously reliving something bad, and you were thinking about how good he looked? Get a grip.

“Come to the bed.”

“What?” His voice was scratchy from sleep, but you didn’t miss the quickness with which he snapped to look at you.

“I don’t want you sleeping over here alone, and you have just as much of a right to the bed.” Rex hesitated for a moment and then went to speak. His body language screamed that he was going to refuse. “I can’t sleep with you over here being as loud as you’re being.” You tease lightly, hoping that will be enough, but just in case you add, “We can put pillows down the middle if you’re so worried. But this is ridiculous.”

Rex closed his mouth and gave a light sigh, his tired gaze staring into you.

“Was I really being loud?”

“Yes.” You say without hesitation, standing up again. “Come on.” Your hand leaves him, and you take notice of how his hand follows you a few inches before dropping back down. You still couldn’t understand why he didn’t kiss you earlier during the dance. Every sign you were picking up on screamed that he was interested, he did everything but outright say it. “Get up loser.” You grabbed his blanket, tossed it over the other side of the couch, and offered him a hand. He didn’t take it of course, but it wasn’t in the same way as other times. There was no malice behind the act, but rather hesitation.

You go back to the bed, settling back on your side, pulling the blanket down on his. You pushed one of the decorative pillows vertically in the middle to separate his side from yours. After making a show of demonstrating it he finally moved to the other side of the bed. After a brief pause, he was in bed with you, pulling the covers up over him.

You weren’t sure what to do now. Or even if this would actually help. Chances were he could still have troublesome dreams here, but now you’d hear it even more. You pulled the duvet up a little more, the coarse material grazing your cheek. You were facing each other, something you thought would be awkward.

But it wasn’t. You both just stared, a heavy, weighted silence drifting over you. His bright verdant eyes traveled over your face. You could feel your eyes drooping slightly from the exhaustion you were still feeling.

“Do I really repulse you that badly?” The whispered question caught you off guard, causing your eyes to snap open again.

“What?” You’re met with silence, unnerving, sterile. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just…” He started, his fingers picking at the embroidering on the pillow between you.  “Earlier, I helped you with your dress, and you left as fast as you could, and now, with the pillow-”

In this moment you were increasingly grateful that there was very little lighting, because your face was feeling so warm you were sure there was no way he would have been able to miss it.

“You don’t repulse me, Rex.” You blinked a few times. He was completely misreading you.

“Yeah, sure, no need to say it just to try making me feel better, you know.”

“When have I ever said something solely for the purpose of making you feel better, hm?” You smiled, your own hand mirroring his in tracing the embroidery.

“Maybe I keep hoping you’ll learn to try.” His voice regains a bit of its life, less the small whisper, more Rex.

“Tough luck, Sloane.” His last name ghosted over your lips, something you’d been waiting to bring up since you heard it.

He groaned, turning his head to he was stifled by his pillow. “Oh, brother.”

“Rex Sloane, hm?” You roll on your back, staring up at the ceiling. “Not horrible as far as last names go. Very official though, I think you were meant to be a lawyer.”

“A lawyer?” It’s muffled still.

“Mhm. Sloane and Co. Your business partners wouldn’t get a choice in the name because you wouldn’t be able to get anyone to stick around with you for long. You know, with your dazzling personality.”

“Ouch.”

“Now that I think about it, all lawyers are dicks, so you’d fit in well.”

“Well, that’s a reassurance.” He sighs, rolling back onto his back as well.

You hum in response. “Sloane…Sloane-“ You test out his last name a few times in different tones, snickering to yourself as he lets out a disgruntled noise a few times.

“Stop saying it.”

“Why? Worried I’ll wear it out?”

“Something like that.” He said lowly, his head turned to look at you.

“Limited edition?”

“Would you quit it?”

There’s another pause, only clouded by the sounds of your shared, disjointed breathing. You shift back again, the bed creaking softly, so you’re on your side facing him. The center pillow only made it harder to make out his face, so you push it down further, wedging it between your chest and his upper arm.

“Have you been having a lot of nightmares lately?” It’s a whisper, your voice crackling through the empty air.

“A few.” He mumbled back, his gaze lowering down your face, or at least you think it does, it’s too dark to tell.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is a little.” You respond quietly. He had asked you to come back with him. That night all those weeks ago. You could still feel the rain dripping down your face. You could still feel his gaze on you as the car you had called for him traveled down the road in front of your apartment.

“You wouldn’t have known.” His features are soft, he means it.

“It was immature, I shouldn’t have left in the first place.”

“It’s not like Rudy and I gave you any choice.” He chuckled softly, a familiar bitterness, not directed at you, but at the memory.

“I should have been the bigger person, stood my ground.”

“You shouldn’t have even been put in that position in the first place.”

Your gaze searched his eyes, and for a moment you wanted to cry. One shot to the head and he was no longer clinging to his belief that you didn’t belong. But what if he was right? He and Rudy had not figured out the whole picture when confronting you, but they weren’t wrong. You were hiding something. You were still hiding something. Everything inside screamed at you to tell him, admit that a part of him was right. Apologize. Yell at him for being nice to you now. Something.

“I’m sorry Rex.” Was all you could manage to murmur for now.

His brows twitched closer together, and his mouth curled slightly downward in an expression you couldn’t quite read. Was he angry? Upset that you were trying to apologize now instead of a few weeks ago when he first woke up in the hospital? It made your stomach lurch.

“God…Joy-” He paused before uttering your actual name like he was having to correct himself. “Would you just-” He tilted his head, looking up at the ceiling again as if fighting himself on something before he turned back to you. His eyes are on you again, but for a split second. it feels different. Like he can hardly contain himself, before he says, “Fuck it.” in a low tone.

His left hand is quickly on the side of your neck, it’s a gentle touch, but there was a firmness to it, unwavering. In the movement he had pushed the duvet slightly off your shoulder. His thumb brushes right behind your ear sending a jolt of shock down your spine. Not even a second later his mouth is on yours. Hungry. Desperate. The suddenness of the action steals the breath from your lungs. Your brain is hardly functioning fast enough to process what is happening.

As quickly as it happened, he’s pulling away. His hand lifting to hover over your neck rather than laying directly against it. So much for the barrier pillow.

“Fuck-” A shaky tone laced around his words. “I’m sorry-”

He doesn’t have the chance to finish what he is saying. And frankly, you did not care to know what it was going to be. You had surged forward to meet him again, his shock present in the way he tensed. Only a second was needed before his hand was back on the side of your neck. He groaned lightly into the kiss; it made you feel lightheaded. His lips parted slightly, inviting you in. As you deepened the kiss his fingers pushed further, meeting with your hair. They curled slightly, grasping a few locks.

Your hands came forward to grab fistfuls of his shirt, your knuckles brushing his collarbone at the motion. He reacted to this by putting his free hand on the other side of your face. It was a little awkward, both of you on your sides facing each other. Trying to utilize both arms while you both were simultaneously lying on one of them. It was hard to think, to form a single coherent thought, this was actually happening.

You broke the kiss to laugh quietly, both at the awkwardness of the position and the fact this was really happening, but he was not about to let you leave yet. His hand that was in your hair tightened and pulled your head closer again. He was greedy with your mouth, exploring it like he would never be able to again. You could feel his heartbeat under your clenched fists, it was completely erratic.

When he finally broke the kiss himself, it was only because he was in dire need of air. Lightheaded, his mouth parted as he panted, quickly trying to regain oxygen. You shared in his need, your eyes un-focusing slightly from the strain of your mutual exercise.

“Woah.” You wanted to slap yourself. That was all you could think to say? You weren’t sure where to start, what to say, what to admit to. What did this mean?

Rex didn’t respond, immediately shifting forward slightly to return to you, but you pushed him back lightly, your hands splayed across his chest, you still hadn’t caught your breath. He immediately nods.

“You’re right, we should stop.”

You respond to his words with an incredulous smile, going to sit up. His head tilted upwards to follow you at the motion, and his fingers trailed over your shoulder down your arm. “And why is that, Rex?”

He sits up too, his back fleshed with the headboard. “Because I really want to kiss you.”

You wanted to tease him, pretend that this wasn’t a huge deal, play it cool. But honestly, your heart was racing. “What is so wrong with that?” You tried to return to your usual banter to the best of your abilities, but you were already leaning slightly towards him.

He lets out a small sigh, his eyes were only on your lips, in the scarce light you could see a dusting of pink coloring over his cheekbones. He honestly doesn’t look capable of forming a cohesive thought, which made you feel a bit better about how cloudy your own head was. He ran a shaky hand up over the back of his neck. “Because I really want to kiss you…” He repeats, “ And I don’t think I want it to stop there.” He admitted softly.

Oh.

You blinked a few times, a subtle pricking rising from the back of your spine. Excitement.

He looked like he was actually at war with himself, the most pathetic look you had ever seen on his face, his eyes staring off in another direction. And just like that you were scooting closer, your knees brushing against his thigh. His gaze darts to you as you internally debate what to say. Maybe it would be simpler to stop here. Go sleep on the couch, leave him alone on the bed. But that was never going to be a real option at this point. Not after the dancing, fighting, longing.

You rise up slightly, lifting your leg that’s closest to him and placing it between his thighs so you can be closer. His eyes quietly watch you, and once you have situated yourself your gaze returns to him. “I want you to kiss me.” You say definitively, biting the inside of your lip. “If that’s okay with you.” You add, wincing slightly.

“Yeah?” For a moment you see his familiar cocky side, a small grin appearing on his face. But you know, especially now, how much of a show it is. You’re convinced if you put your hand to his chest, you’d be able to feel just how anxious he is. You just couldn’t figure out why. He was not one to be shy, Rae had told you plenty about his past excursions with Duplikate and he dated Eve for years. Why was this different?

“Yeah.” You say, leaning in towards him, but his lips don’t meet yours. Instead, his hand is traveling up your back to the nape of your neck, gently tilting your head to the side. A soft gasp leaves you as you feel him kiss your neck, trailing them up towards your jaw. His other hand is grabbing your hip, pulling you closer to him. The friction of his leg between yours drew out a breath from you. You can feel him smiling against your neck, his hand is moving up to the hem of your shirt, his fingers ghosting against your bare skin underneath it. “Fuck-” you breathe, his fingertips sending chills up your side.

This seems to have some kind of effect on him because now he is tilting your head down and forcing his way into your mouth. He’s sloppy like he cannot decide what he wants to do. No move feels precalculated.

Your hand comes up to the side of his neck, mirroring the move he had been doing when he first kissed you. Instantly his hand that was on your hip is clasped over yours on his neck. He pulls away for a painful second just to mutter “Don’t.”

“Why?” You pant as he shifts back to kissing your neck, making his way to the tendon where it connects to your shoulder.

“You’re making me lose focus.” He says against your skin. You let out a soft noise as you feel his teeth lightly graze you. His hand is still wrapped around yours, his thumb trailing over your knuckles. The hand that was around the nape of your neck traversed down your spine to the small of your back, pushing firmly against you.

A ringing sound fills the room. Your phone. Immediately you groan, turning your gaze to the table on your side of the bed. You shift to see if it’s important, but Rex is not making it easy for you, immediately his hands are both on your hips trying to hold you in place, still lying open mouth kisses on you, now he’s hovering over your collarbone.

“At least let me turn it off.” You laugh, your hand coming up to lightly pull him off of you. He grumbles against your skin but loosens his grip, letting you quickly crawl over to turn it off.

One Missed Call: Cecil Stedman

Shit. You ran a hand through your hair; this was more than likely important. And you could not think of many people you wanted to talk to less at this exact moment.

A light flashed across the screen as you powered it off. Something you could live to regret later. You turned and shuffled across the bed back to Rex, who was watching you with a love-drunk gaze. You put your hand to the side of his face and leaned in giving him a chased kiss before settling in back on top of him again. His hands were immediately at the bottom of your shirt, you could feel he was moments away from ridding you of it.

“Dammit!” You said with frustration as your phone started to ring again. How did Cecil do that?

“It’s Cecil, isn’t it?” Rex sighed, his head making a soft clunking nose as he rested it against the headboard behind him.

You looked over at the phone and then back at Rex. He looked so perfectly disheveled. His eyes unfocused, lips parted, kiss swollen, and a tantalizing heat radiating off him. But you both knew if you ignored Cecil much longer, he was going to just teleport into the room.

“Yes.” You admitted, running a hand over his chest.

“Typical.” Rex snorts, obviously feeling as frustrated as you are.

You don’t know what to do. Cecil was only calling your phone, which meant you had to leave Rex here. No idea when or if you’d be back before morning. You go to get off Rex and he grabs you, his eyes quietly pleading with you.

“Please.” It’s such a simple word, but it sounds so pretty when he says it. He was making this as hard for you as possible, and you had a feeling he knew it.

“I don’t think you want Cecil to show up in the room any more than I do.” You whisper, leaning forward and pressing what was meant to be a quick chaste kiss to his lips. But it quickly devolves into much more. Resulting in you having to break away and practically hopping off the bed.

“You don’t need to use Cecil as an excuse to turn me down you know.” He gives you a smirk, he would seem unbothered if his body language didn’t completely betray every level of uncertainty he was feeling. Rex Splode was nervous. It made you smile. If you thought you would be able to escape another kiss you would have given him another one now. But after having to pry his hands off of you from the last one you figured it would be safer to stay off the bed.

“I’m not turning you down, Rex.” You reaffirm, if you had more time, you’d spill about how badly you’d wanted this, and for how long. Tell him about how your mind was reeling, and part of you wondered if this was a dream. And then you’d explain why you had to be sure after the last dream you had about him. You grab your phone and pull on your spare pair of shoes. “Who knows, this might be nothing…” You knew the chances of that were so minuscule there was no point even hoping. Cecil was too no-nonsense of a guy to just call to chat.

“Next time I see you,” Rex starts, uncertainty lacing his voice, “We’ll talk?”

You hesitated; your hand already grasped around the doorknob. There was nothing in this instant that you wanted more and less. It was starting to dawn on you that this was a turning point, your weeks of visiting him in the hospital felt so long ago now. This felt complicated and messy. You just made out with someone who’s basically a glorified coworker. Well, that’s an unfair way to put it, he was a friend at least now, right? Maybe soon to be more- you’re getting way ahead of yourself.

“We will, Sloane.” You smile at him and leave the room before your able to change your mind.

“You’ve got to answer your phone when I call.” Cecil’s voice cuts through the dark of the hallway, making you jolt.

“God, you could at least announce yourself or something.”

“I just did.” Without another beat passing he starts debriefing. “We just caught something on the satellites, moving fast.”

“Okay? Why are you telling me? You’ve got all of the other Guardians who could deal with that-”

“We’ve only seen that kind of trajectory and flight pattern twice before.”

You stand in silence, folding your arms across your chest. “The suspense is killing me.” It’s dry, subtle sarcasm displaying completely your distaste at being bothered.

“Once with Invincible, and the other time with Omni-man.” You cocked your head slightly.

“It’s a Viltrumite?”

“All answers point to...”

“Shit.” You murmured.

“Shit, is right.”

Author's note:

Rex: If I kiss you, we’ll end up kissing on the couch, and if we end up kissing on the couch chances are we’ll kiss in the bedroom and if we kiss in the bedroom then you know, that’s the part I always rush into. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to rush into spending the night together.

Reader: I want to spend the night together

Rex: I have no problem with that.

Also this image I made to haunt my friend after I let her read a draft of this chapter

divider credit: @/ saradika

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chapter twenty-one

[boileddemon69]

my favorite heteros

[markinborderland]

Yoo!! Profile art of my invincible x alien stage au 🙏

Its been awhile since I posted but trust I still love invincible 🫩

Current list of who is who below

Eve as mizi

Mark as Luka

Kate as sua

Paul as Ivan

Rex as till

William as Hyuna

[dawn-till-dusk0]

i had an Idea

[psych3box]

why just tuck him up when you can use him as your personal teddy bear?

[goblinsatchel]

[darknymite]

Rexsplode Sketch

[justevelynnnn]

Helping a friend (again)

Summary: Your mind hasn’t stopped racing since your night with Rex. A low moment in time. You turn to drinking to try and stifle the thoughts but it only makes you go right back to his place.

And now it’s Rex’s turn to help you.

Warnings: {Smut} MDNI 🔞, Reader is implied to be drunk & Rex is not, reader has female genitalia, alcoholism, throwing up, mentioning of oral sex and piv

A/N: I love the ask so much 😭 and also Rex. I saw some silly video a while back about guys who have messy rooms have bomb dick and that’s totally him.

Part 1 here | (Inspired by this ask)

You should’ve known better.

It had been about three weeks since that night between you and Rex. It was just supposed to be a one time thing; and it was at the time, but that’s what drove you mad recently.

If you were really honest and truthful, that was the best sex you’ve ever had and it was fucking embarrassing. Rex was a fool. An asshole. A cheater. The list goes on and on and on…

But, you could not deny the fact that that man could lay down some serious ass pipe.

Mark was fine, but Rex was crazy good. Maybe it was the difference in personality but either way there was just no denying it.

So, when his “birthday” came up and there was a party in the hideout you wished you said no. It wasn’t his actual birthday, since he was raised in a lab and was never told it he just made one up, but still he loved to go crazy for his birthdays.

This one was ��special” since he’d be turning 21 according to him. He planned to get everyone drunk, but no one was having it nor following.

You tried to stay away from him after that night. Something about the way he looked at you and held you made you feel violently ill. It wasn’t being in love with him that was the issue, it was what came with it all. Both of you had serious baggage and, also, exes. Eve would probably be pissed. Mark would be livid, or worse, utterly disgusted. Maybe not to an extreme amount but still.

That next day you just drank, tried to forget it all happened, but then you woke up the next day with a bottle next to your head that assumed you didn’t finish before passing out because your pillows and bedding reeked of alcohol. It even got in your hair. Not to mention the gross hangover you had.

Last week, you tried again, but it was the same results.

You tried your best to forget. Doomscrolling, watching movies and reruns, you even played cards with Robot knowing you just lose over and over, but at the end of the day the only thing to help was alcohol. You didn’t care what it was…beer, wine, whatever. As long as you were good and drunk for a while and on cloud nine. Nothing mattered and of you were careful, you learned, you wouldn’t just throw it all up later.

It helps for a little while, but you did have to admit it was getting out of control. And fast.

You needed help.

Anyways, today was the day. You put on some sweats and a tank, nothing fancy. Not like Rex would’ve cared anyway, he already knows what you look like underneath any clothing.

You took a long swig of wine before you left your place. Pregaming was a new habit of yours. You didn’t even know why you did it, and you knew Cecil would kick your ass if he found out you showed up to missions drunk as shit. You only did it because recently you were a mess and the drinking helped stifle that.

The party, or really the gathering was in the evening. It was getting dark by the time you walked in. Your eyes immediately laid on Mark, who was surprisingly there. After him you saw Rex laughing it up with Eve, though she looked a bit bored of him already. The place was poorly decorated, so much so that you almost started laughing.

You decided to make your way to the table with snacks and drinks and pick up a glass to pour yourself some of the champagne that sat in the middle.

You need up drink nearly the whole bottle before Mark eventually made his way over to you. You took a deep breath, already feeling buzzed.

You two made usual just recently broke up awkward conversation. Bland “how are yous”, even more bland and awkward updates to subtly show the other person was moving on. Already buzzed you let it slip you slept with someone and that was your first big regret of the night. The alcohol started to hit you like a truck right then and there. Your legs were soon replaced with jello and your heart hammered as Mark slightly narrowed his eyes. You could tell he was trying to mentally guess who.

Please don’t guess Rex. You thought while also trying not to throw up.

Mark just awkwardly shrugged it off and congratulated you. He found a way to get away and found himself sitting close to Eve sipping a drink.

The party was going as expected, Rex going crazy whole everyone watched and smiled or made some witty comment about his behavior. Amanda took it upon herself to even bake a cake. Oh, how wonderful. His ex bakes him a cake to what? Win him back?

You don’t know when you started glaring at Eve, but that was regret number two. You immediately started just drink out of another champagne bottle and this was after you had a can of beer right after your awkward encounter with Mark. Kate saw you slightly slumped in a chair away from everyone else and decided to approach. She asked what was wrong, and all the alcohol had you spilling just like with Mark. You told her everything. Breaking up with Mark, Sleeping with Rex and now sufro some reason craving him? You told her you figured she’d understand because she also slept with him and just had to relate in some way…right?

Well, no. Kate was just horny, apparently. Rex was a weirdo. Apparently.

You felt bile coming up just from that alone. Her comforting words after didn’t help either. Most of it was a blur actually just like most of that night now. You never really liked her anyways. Why were you even here? You were making such a fool of yourself-

The second she patted you on the back you puked. The room went silent as you threw up on yourself. Rex, who was in the middle of trying to backflip off a table, immediately rushed over with everyone else while Kate reeled back in disgust.

You tried so hard to avoid Rex that night and yet here he was in front of you asking over and over if you were okay. The taste of your breakfast and the multiple drinks made you want to puke again but you refused to let your body do so. Tears were already welling up as heat rose to your cheeks immediately. You never wanted to disappear so bad in your whole life.

You already felt like shit when you showed up but now things were worse. You smelled bad, you looked bad and you felt bad.

Regret number three was letting Rex take you into the bathroom.

He seemed genuinely concerned sure, but all you could think about was that night. It didn’t help with the position he had you in, sitting on the side of the sink while he was kneeled down in the cabinets looking for towels. He said nothing but moved swiftly. He wiped your face for you while you quietly cried, you didn’t know when you started crying but you were. Words sat on the top of your tongue.

It was nothing but water running and you sniffling for several minutes.

Then he guided you down and held your hand as he led you to his room down the hall. He notably left the door open, probably to make you feel safe knowing nothing will go down. It eased your nerves a bit for some reason, though, being back in the room you couldn’t stop thinking about did not. In fact, it probably made you feel worse than better.

He rummaged around for a clean shirt while you just stood by his door. His room was mess, as usual, but it seemed more messier than usual. Empty soda cans, dirty laundry, a bed not made and notably that bong under his bed. There’s lots of other things too but he distracted you when he handed you a shirt.

“I….i can’t.” You whispered hoarsely. You couldn’t look him in the eyes right now. Maybe not ever again.

He paused and looked confused. “….Uh..why?”

“Because, because I can’t go out in your shirt..what if-what if they….?” You glanced into his eyes for a second before looking away again.

He said nothing for awhile. You couldn’t look at anything but your feet or that bong. The smell of his room made you feel an emotion you couldn’t quite explain. Just about a mix of everything maybe. Anger for making that stupid decision to sleep with him. Sadness for the same reason. Lust for the same reason as well. Fear because being here increased that happening again. Nausea, but that could still be the alcohol….

He cleared his throat, “Look, I’m…sorry if you felt pressured that night…”

“I didn’t feel pressured-”, You interrupted rather embarrassingly quickly. He actually stifled a laugh at that.

“Well, okay, but…” He looked away and sighed. “ Look, you can’t go back out in your shirt because it’s, well, covered in your pretty princess vomit. Just wear mine, no one will think anything.”

You took the shirt and sighed yourself. You finally looked back up to see his face. He had a rare look of calm, but mixed with that look that made you sick. Why did he have to look at you like you were everything?

“Hey, so, if we don’t hurry back they probably will think something by the way..”, He joked but you still stood there.

You giggle a bit and started to take your slightly damp shirt off before he whistled.

“What now?”

“Where have we seen this before?” Rex smiled a shit eating grin and you couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Shut the hell up and turn around.” You teased feeling notably lighter.

When he did turn around you quickly changed shirts. His was a bit bigger on you but it was comfortable.

“Can I turn back around now, madam?” He asked in a sing song tone.

You didn’t really respond but after a few seconds he ended up turning around anyway. Once he laid eyes on you it seemed like he had that look again. That soft look he seems to only have around you. Maybe it was seeing you in his clothes that did it, who knows.

You still felt a bit lightheaded from drinking all day and the fact you vomited in front of everyone; the scene replayed over and over in your brain like torture. Rex could tell from the fact you were wobbly and buddied you sit on your bed even though you drunkenly tried to fight him off.

“Hey…why are we on your bed?”, you asked skeptical. His room started smelling like Mountain Dew and weed but it could very much be the bed itself. Rex just sat next to you and handed you a water bottle.

“Here. I think you need to sober up a bit before going back actually.” He sighed looking away.

You didn’t drink the water at first, afraid you’ll probably throw up again, but you decided you need to do it anyway. Rex was right, you lost a lot of fluid. You took small sips, not noticing Rex was looking at you once again. You couldn’t lie, he looked good. Maybe it was from you being drunk or maybe he was just like that but he did. And if he knew this he definitely took advantage because he had a ridiculous amount of confidence.

“You look like you wanna kiss me.” It came out quick and blatant. Your filter was slipping more and more. Rex just snorted but even you could see the faint blush forming. You smiled at this and leaned closer.

“Maybe I do…but you’re…drunk and pukey…” He made an exaggerated disgusted face at you and waved his hands as if to shoo you. While you wanted to laugh again this time you felt saddened. You didn’t know why. You were back to looking at your feet on the ground and it was then you noticed this man didn’t even have a bed frame. Was it like this before or did you miss it when you were in here the first time?

Rex picked up on this and put a hand on yours, “I’m sorry, was that too…harsh?”

You nod once.

A beat of silence and then you feel his other hand guide your face towards him so you could look into his green eyes once more. He apologized again but you weren’t really paying attention because your mind was still wandering. The door was still wide open. This was only an issue because there was a creeping thought and desire of just wanting to be plowed by Rex again.

You felt your self respect was slipping when you glanced down at his crotch. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you but you swore he had a semi hard on there. You started feeling giddy, was this because you were pretty? You always loved this part of being drunk. It started to feel like you were floating on air as you started to move in to kiss him.

The second you felt his lips on yours you were a moaning mess. Rex never stopped you either, in fact he kissed back.

The next moments were a blur. Clothes were coming off, really everything but his shirt on your back. The kisses were sloppy on your part but naturally you didn’t care as you just felt satisfied with finally giving in. You didn’t need alcohol, you just need his hands and mouth.

The door was still open when he was eating you out and telling you how it was going to be okay. You cried about how you wanted to find answers at the bottom of a bottle or can, how you didn’t know why you felt this way you just did. If someone walked by or even heard what was happening you’d never hear the end of it.

But it was okay because Rex was here. His wet, warm tongue against your folds made none of that matter. You didn’t care about the smells or the trash or the messy bed you just wanted him. You wanted him and you didn’t want to explain why.

Everything moved so fast but so slow at the same time. It was your turn to please him before you knew it. He pulled your shirt up so it was bunched by your neck and your breasts were exposed. He groaned at the sight and groaned deeper when he finally had himself in your mouth. Rex loved blow jobs. Head. Brain. Whatever people said.

But he loved nothing more than pussy. It was probably the best thing on earth.

Eve and Kate were great but you? Maybe it was how you threw yourself at him and practically begged for his dick. He knew he had problems sometimes in moments like this..he just didn’t care.

He had your face in a pillow just like before with your ass perched in the air before you knew it. He teased your clit before going in. You never felt so full of every emotion. You didn’t even know what you were doing anymore. Rex said he was helping you, just like before, so why did it feel like you both were doing something wrong?

The usual wet, slapping sound of sex filled the room and both your ears. Mattress squeaks and Rex’s low grunts also. You could barely breathe, his string hand in your hair pushing for face down as he thrusted deeper into your begging pussy. You clenched him with every moan he let out because, god did he sound beautiful.

You let out an extended whimper as you neared orgasm, signaling him to fuck you harder. You became hyper aware of all the sensations suddenly. The smell of sex and faint smells from his room, the knot in your belly threatening to snap and the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit. You forgot you were crying the entire time until he rubbed your back to soothe you. You were a mess and yet, here you were about to make a bigger one on his bed.

A couple more thrusts and a shuddering sigh from you as you started to cum and he was finishing in you yet again. Cumming at the same time was therapeutic. This is what you needed all along.

Your body felt weak and unfortunately that post clarity was kicking in the second he pulled out of you. You felt his cum dripping out of you and yiu never felt more like a whore.

“I hope you’re not going anywhere..” Rex said softly as you shifted to get up. He wiped you down with yet another shirt like last time and just tossed it.

“Where will I go?” You sighed sitting up fully, your body aching more. “I can’t face them now for sure. It’s probably been like 20 minutes.”

Rex just laughed as he stood and pulled his pants up. He handed you some underwear, which were just his boxers, to put on but you were confused why he was laughing.

“What’s s’funny?” You asked shifting your weight awkwardly, you were still loopy and weird from being drunk but also from the aftermath of your orgasm.

“Heh, well it’s just that we’ve been gone for a hour. Not 20 minutes.”

Your heart was instantly in your ass and your mouth got very dry. An hour? How the hell could you explain that to anyone down there?

Rex smiles wide. Of course he didn’t care, these things were different for guys. Before you could really spiral he was right by your side with a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t look so scared…I’m just happy to help a friend.”

[fstarnd1sco]

couldnt get this scene out of my head im in LOVE with this fic by @pleatednpleading ¡¡

[theinsectcacophony]

they have not interacted in the show ONCE and it's a goddamn crime💔

⬇️‼️tw: f slur

[nahctar]

im trying to cope, wait up you guys😔

[mekker-burner]

Viltrumite Mark and Earth's resistance leader Rex, they have been on my mind for a while now...

+ viltrumark doesn't know how to smile

[rexmark]

just a glimpse into my twisted mind

[markinborderland]

Invincible x alien stage edited chibis !!🫶

!!

Current character roster is

• atom eve as mizi

• duplikate as sua

• Amber as Hyuna

• multipaul as ivan

• rexsplode as till

•mark as Luka

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