#I’m gonna splode

[oxylli]

Late night sketches on my phone—this show is absolutely amazing. Go watch Invincible, people 🗣️

[crismakesstuff]

“What could he do? Should’ve been a rock star. But he didn’t have the money for a guitar

What could he do? Should’ve been a politician. But he never had a proper education

What could he do? Should’ve been a father. But he never even made it to his twenties”

Rex Splode : The Hanged Man

[real-hot-grl-shi]

Hey

Guys

more Rex x fem reader

PLEASE IM RUNNING LOW

I HAVE READ ALL OF THEM AND THE PIT IN MY HEART IS ONLY GROWING WIDER AND WIDER

I’m gonna crash out

I NEED MORE OF MY BABY

[kiwi-luminaryofthestars]

03/18/2025 Progress Update:

TLDR: About 800ish more words drafted today. Very close to done draft.

I have all the trouble with these Rantaro conversations lmao even the small ones. Kept rewriting like two sentences of exchange for him and not liking it. Then did a lot of math and the math was disagreeable (math for the fic, of course, cuz y’know I gotta do the most work for one sentence lmaooo 🤣). All-in-all got close to 800 words more down.

We oh so close to the completed draft. Please I would like it to be done tomorrow 🙏 Writing Gods, please I will do anything, just gimme gimme.

Otherwise, did a lot of restructuring of this last section. Moved some paragraphs around, added a couple bits of dialogue for some smoother transitions, and overall just solidified. Considered reworking the first section briefly (it has three subsections and I feel a little weird about it being so choppy compared to the other two sections?) but shitttt idk if I’ll make the effort to redo it when it’s really just a consistency thing. Unless it’s crucial, which could be subjective. Idk I’ll ask beta. Yummy, love having that option now.

I had something else to say but I’m passing tf out. Hope you all have a lovely night ♥️♥️

[extragalaxtic-cosmos]

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[justevelynnnn]

Just helping a friend

Summary: Rex had offered to “help” you out after you broke up with Mark. So, now you’re at his door at 2am.

Pairing: Rex Splode x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI🔞, Smut, oral (male receiving), PiV, cûmshot mentioned, profanity

A/N: This is my first Rex fic. We love Rex over here. He’s so cocky I love it. I also need him carnally.

Anyways, the reader is implied to be part of the guardians and has powers but it’s not specified what kind so go crazy. Also, Mark kinda sucks in this universe.

(Part 2 here)

You didn’t know why the fuck you were here.

This was just so stupid.

You broke up with Mark a month ago and you were having dick withdrawals a week in.

Rex noticed when he saw you looking stressed one day and joked about “helping you”, but you just told him to piss off. Called him a man whore and to get out of your face.

He laughed and just told you that you knew where to find him.

Whatever.

Right?

Okay, then why were you here? Knocking at his door at fucking 2am? In a long tshirt with no panties on?

You couldn’t even answer when he opened the door and you really couldn’t say anything when he stood there smirking either. Hell, you wanted to slap him and run off, but who were you kidding. At this point, a dick is a dick.

“So……” He started. You could tell he wanted you to admit you needed him.

You weren’t gonna beg.

He looked half asleep, hair down which was a rare slight in itself, and loose pjs that just consisted of a shirt and shorts. The hair being down though almost made your heart skip a beat.

“So, nothing. Let me in.” You muttered, but he didn’t move.

“Nuh-uh! Tell me why you’re here baby.” He teased while he crossed his arms and leaned close to your face. You just wanted to slap him. So, so bad.

“Rex. Let me make this clear. I’m not gonna beg you, and you should be happy i’m even considering this shit. Don’t make me change my mind.”

He scoffed and stepped aside. “Fine. But don’t forget you came to me.”

You walked in his room as he closed the door and immediately took notice of all the empty soda cans, dirty clothes and posters of half naked women on his walls. And then the smell of weed hit your nose. You knew robot would freak if he saw the state of this room and almost giggled.

“Um, your room sucks.” You say dryly. You wanted to avoid jumping to the point on why you were here, but you could tell you wouldn’t be able to stall for long with how he was looking at you.

“Wanna know what else sucks?”

You almost didn’t answer. But out of curiosity…

“What.”

“That mouth in a minute.” He smiled a shit eating grin. Your heart fluttered but you ignored it.

“Die.” You spat and immediately pretended to get ready to leave but he stopped you.

“Okay, okay…I’m sorry. Dick move…wrong kind of dick move anyways.”

“Stop with the jokes Rex. Are you gonna be serious about this is or not?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

You stood by his bed and looked around once more. You wondered if it would really be worth it. You prayed it wouldn’t cause Rex to get the wrong idea too. You guys were just friends. Just friends…

“So…you probably know why i’m here…”

“For a dick appointment.” He said smiling again.

You rolled your eyes.

“This means nothing. I swear it Rex.” You pointed at him to make a point and tried to look stern, but, god, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to hurry up and satisfy this itch inside you.

He didn’t say anything for a minute but just kept smiling.

“Rex!”

“I know, geez. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Well, swear it then. Or you don’t get this. I don’t care, I know you’ve been trying to fuck me since forever.” You sighed. That last part was a fib. You didn’t know that but it sure felt like it sometimes.

“I swear I won’t tell anyone. And, i know it doesn’t mean shit when we’re done.” He dramatically expressed, hand on his heart and all.

“Just sex?”

“Yup.”

“Okay….” You sighed.

Now this is the awkward part…getting to the sex.

“Soooo…”

“This was your idea, dude.” You crossed your arms and looked at the ground. Looking into his eyes were impossible now.

He shifted towards you, but you still refused to look at him. Once in front of you he put a hand on your shoulder so you could kneel in front of him and suddenly a strong hand lifted your head and you were looking into his eyes once more. They looked different oddly enough. Already clouded with lust. Who was this?

“I think we should put this pretty mouth to work first…”, he mumbled softly. His gazed shifted towards your lips as a finger slipped inside and honestly who were you not to suck it? At this point why not?

It was hard to ignore his growing bulge especially when it was right in front of your face. It was harder not to palm it through his loose pj shorts.

You started sucking his finger eagerly as you looked into his eyes. The more you rubbed his clothed cock, and the more he bit his lip and groaned.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, and you let a “pop” sound out. He didn’t take his eyes off of you while he moved to pull his shorts and boxers down simultaneously. His gazed shifted towards on you was heavy as you proceeded to yank off your shirt to reveal you bare chest to him. Really it was all of you that was bare since it was the only thing you had on. He groaned.

He stroked himself slowly to the sight. “Fuck.”

“You like what you see?” You teased cupping your breasts.

“Are you kidding me? When wouldn’t I?”

You giggle as you leaned forward to wrap a hand around him. He fits in your hand almost perfectly, nice and thick. A prominent vein runs up the side beautifully and his flushed tip is already oozing with pre.

“I hate how pretty your dick is.” You whined before licking the underside slowly. Then you licked and teased his tip a bit earning you a delicious, deep moan. Rex never responded to this but a hand held the back of your head as you started to suck gently. You wasted no time blowing him just to hear him more.

If you knew this is the only way to shut Rex up you would’ve suck him off ages ago.

You started to deep throat him over time while you rubbed in his thighs. Your jaw was starting to ache after a while and your throat was tired. He was big enough to hit the back of your throat each time.

You looked up at him a few times and each time he was looking right back at you. Face reddened, but his eyes filled with hunger and desire. He watched you intensely as you tried to give him the best head ever. He watched as spit dripped from your chin and how your pretty eyes watered.

This ordeal didn’t last long. He started to damn near face fuck you as he got closer to finishing, and you had to pull away. You felt him twitching in your mouth and after being with Mark you knew it meant he was going to finish very, very soon.

“Hey, I did not agree to swallowing cum tonight.” You blinked at him. He just groaned, most likely out of frustration, but said nothing.

You got on the bed and you both moved silently. You noted Rex’s lack of immature jokes and jabs since starting this. His new serious persona almost gave you butterflies. You’re were so used to him just cracking jokes, but now…now he’s so focused on you. All of you. The way you moved. The way each curve of your body was on you.

His bed creaks as he gets on top of you. A quick wet kiss is pressed against your neck then another on your collarbone. He kissed you like you were fragile. Big hands hold you in place on each side of your hips.

“You ready?” He asked huskily.

You felt heat rush to your face as you realized what you were about to do. His warm body caged you in and his half lidded eyes anchored down on the soft messed up sheets on his bed. He truly was eyeing you down like you were some goddess. Something divine. He made you feel seen in a way Mark never did and it was weird. You didn’t even like Rex, hell he annoyed the fuck out of you.

But something about him now…

You just nodded and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him probe against you and you mentally prepared yourself though your head still swam. You felt as he inched in slowly. A sigh left both of your lips. Fuck, you needed this.

He gave you a second to get used to him and his size. It’s been a minute. 5 weeks and 3 days to be exact. You couldn’t stop looking at him though. While the eye contact felt intense there was something about him that was different and you couldn’t pin point what. Not yet anyway.

He started moving again a minute or so later after you gave him the go ahead. His hips immediately found a good rhythm as he thrusted into you at a deep but steady pace. You were already a mess. You felt every inch of him once he bottomed out and it felt like heaven. Moans escaped your lips over and over with each slam of his hips. This was a fucking a girl would fantasize over.

You back was arching minutes in, forcing your chest to press against his. Both of you were sweaty and aching but driven by pleasure. His pants and quiet whines fill your ears, making your pussy clench around him. Swears come out and your name falls from his lips like hushed prayers. The sound of him sliding in and out of you only get slicker, wetter, as time went on. It almost wasn’t enough. You didn’t just want him in you, you wanted him in your soul. But that was something you’d take to your grave.

He suddenly pulls out of you flips you over so you were on your hands and knees now, a hand pushing on your back so your ass arched in the air. You whined as a finger teased you.

“Beg.” A quiet, deep voiced command. You bit your lip. You hated how he sounded and how bad it turned you on. How one word made your thighs tremble and your hole clench around nothing.

“Pl-please, Rex.” You whined softly, eyes flicked over his toned body. “Please, please fuck me. Take me. I need it. I need you. Rex…”

A growl. Almost animalistic.

This just couldn’t be Rex anymore.

Regardless, he’s satisfied with your begging and pushes in. It’s even better than went he went in the first time. The new angle has you open mouth moaning. You started getting too loud, breaking an unspoken rule between you two since obviously others were in the building and could hear, so he pushed your face into the pillow. And fuck, did it reck of him. A slight hint of musk, ash, weed, and axe body spray.

His hands, still on the sides of your hips, grip tighter. He was close.

This thrusts were sloppier and he was chanting your name a million times. He kept saying how good your pussy was, how he loved the way your ass moved when it met him. Other murmurs of loving this….you? You probably heard that last part wrong. Head in a pillow and all. But who cared what he said as long as he didn’t stop. You never expected him to fuck this good. Never.

Your orgasm has been creeping up on you. Slowly, like the way a predator stalks prey. And just like when it catches the pray, sudden and quick, that’s exactly how you came. You let out a muffled loud whine from the pillow to warn him and he encouraged you to “cum all over his big, fat cock”.

You weren’t going to argue.

You shook hard and clenched him harder. You body locked. You haven’t came this good and ages. Rex continued to fuck into you but more sloppily. Your body was still shaking from the aftermath when you felt him twitch inside of you. Part of you prayed he didn’t finish inside.

“Fuck, fuck—please, fuck, ahh~” He breathed.

Quickly, he pulled out of you and you felt multiple hot spurts of him meet your back and ass. It was all over you. He came with another growl followed by obscene swearing.

“Holy shit.”

You fell on the bed after all was done. You just couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.

Finally, after you both caught your breath, he wiped you down with some piece of clothing. Probably a shirt. You lifted your head from your pillow to see it was fucking yours.

Okay, the mood was killed.

“Rex-” you whined tiredly.

“What?” Rex smirked still almost hungry. “You won’t be needing it anymore tonight anyways…”

You wanted to ask what the hell that meant, but you were still catching your breath. Your heart still was beating frantically from the height of what just happened.

He finally laid down with you as you rolled on your back, still processing the fact you just fucked Rex. Because you needed dick that bad. And of top of it all, you enjoyed it like crazy.

“Soooo…am I good or what? Better than Mark? Hmm?” Rex said in his usual playful tone. He laid a hand on yours gently. You didn’t know what it meant, what it could mean now.

“Ugh, shut up.” You gave him a weak laugh, wincing a bit from soreness as you sat up a bit. He laughed back. It was warm. Full of something you couldn’t explain.

You guys sat in silence for a bit. Still naked and clammy. Rex was notably still half hard and you wondered how he wasn’t tired yet. You wondered what this meant for him, sure it was silly because he probably didn’t care, but what if he did? What if you did? There were looks he gave you that did not say “Hey, I’m just fucking you as a favor”. No. It said something deeper. Something he was probably too scared to say, and something you were definitely even more scared to hear.

The drama if you two got together. Especially, this close after breaking up with Mark. The idea of it…it genuinely almost made you sick.

But you noticed how he’d look at you sometimes. When you looked down because Mark bailed on another date, he lifted your spirits with his usual jokes and had that look in his eye when you finally laughed. Or when you got hurt to the point of ending up in the hospital. He was there, by your bed, with that look again. Something soft. Something yearning. Desire. When Mark left, he was there. Always there.

So, when he jokingly pitched the idea of “a dick appointment” to you after you broke up with Mark part of you wanted to throw up. He said it would mean nothing, no strings attached. Just a friend helping a friend. Heh, yeah..

You looked at him quietly in the dim room. And, you finally really looked at him.

He looked at you the same. The smirk was gone. His expression unreadable.

A seed was planted tonight and you were terrified of what it will bloom into.

[not-soap73]

✧･ﾟ: Rex ‘Splode’ Sloan ✧･ﾟ:

nsfw/smut oneshot, gn!reader, sub!rex, mention of multi-creampie

“Come on baby…you got this.”

Rex Sloan, a hot head for a boyfriend. A womanizer at heart. And a male who claimed he was a top while having sex. Yet here he was, complete putty in your hands.

The slapping of your ass against his thighs echoed throughout the room, mixed with the whines and high pitched moans leaving your wrecked boyfriends swollen lips as you road him.

His hands glued to your waist, keeping you in place with a bruising grip, nails digging into the fat of your hips. His pupils were absolutely blown, trying to look up at you, wanting to admire how pretty you looked bouncing up and down on his cock. But it was too difficult, not when you rocked your hips in a certain way, your gummy walls clenching around his sensitive dick, whispering lewd praises in his ear, all to which made his eyes roll back.

He felt like he was going to explode.

You’ve been riding him for god knows how long. Your legs burning up, motions growing sloppy but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You made him cum…how many times now? Who knows. You lost track after three. The thick ring of creamy cum around the base of his cock was enough said.

“I can’t…please…fuck!”

“Yes you can, Rex…”

Moan after groan. Whining after complaining. All to which made you go harder and faster on top of him. Your head tilted forward, letting out soft pants as your eyes trailed over him, taking in the delicious sight. Your teeth marks in his tan skin, one that stood out the most was the one around his perky nipple. Hickeys and faint lines of your nail marks across his chest. Tears were beginning to gloss over his eyes, on the brink of crying from the overstimulation. Oh how you wanted to lick those tears away once they started rolling down.

“Such a pretty boy…”

Such a fucking tease, he thought. His hands gripped at your waist, rutting up as you slowed, making you moan out as the girth of his dick rubbed right against your sweet spot, head snapping back, thighs clenching around his hips. A smirk tugging on his lips at the sight of you.

He so desperately wanted to take control, to flip you over and pound into that gapping hole of yours until your the one cumming all over him, crying from the pleasure and whining out for more. He wanted that satisfaction. He wanted that glory. But he couldn’t find the strength, his body limp against the mattress, pebbled in sweat, lower half sticky with cum. He was letting you fuck him numb. And god did he love it.

“I’m gonna…ngh…”

Hot, thick ropes plunge into you, painting your walls white with his seed. Your hips smacked down, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you, half hard. He let out a strained moan, his hands falling from your waist and onto the bed, trying to steady his breathing from yet another orgasm. He wiped a bead of sweat that rolled from his temple, eyes flickering up to you.

“One more?”

A cheek grin plastering on your face.

You were going to be the death of him one day.

[sourszt]

[ 𝟏:𝟐𝟏 𝐩𝐦 | 𝐫𝐞𝐱 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧 ]

𝐟𝐭. rex “splode” sloan x fem!reader

𝐜𝐰. nsfw, shower sex, quickie, pet names ‘sweet thing’ and ‘pretty girl,’ oral (m!receiving), facial, praise, (in)correct use of powers (blood manipulation), exhibitionism if you squint, rex being soft but also not ?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. this came to me in a vision. i power wrote this last night, knocked out and i’m posting it now. more invincible smuts to come im obsessed w rex and that show. not proofread.

right after a mission, each member of the guardians of the globe had their own way of recollecting themselves.

most of them, decently battered and beaten, would make a brief stop somewhere in the city to give themselves a breather before gathering back at headquarters. the rest would grab a quick shower at headquarters and then head to the lounge area or kitchen to wait for the rest of their team.

you were typically among the former. after taking a decent beating a couple of times a week, you would fly home just to make sure your family was okay. and to reassure them that you were, too. it would only be about half an hour before you’d return to headquarters, which was around the same time as your other teammates.

half an hour of near radio silence within that tower.

near radio silence.

up in the training floor, one shower was still running long after the rest had been abandoned. steam had already condensed onto each bathroom wall and mirror. the sound of rushing water pelting the floor hardly muffled the harmony of stifled cries and grunted curses from that small yet open stall.

somehow, rex sloan had ended up with you in the stall, slinking in when you were all alone to kindly offer to inspect for wounds. you agreed to his oh-so-kind offer, well aware of his malicious intentions, but on the condition that he be quick.

so that was how you wound up pressed to the cold tile wall, back arched and legs spread while rex took you from behind. he was no stranger to your body, knowing exactly where your most sacred spots were and abusing them relentlessly. it nearly brought you to your knees, rex’s hand keeping you upright while the other groped your tit.

“no one’s gonna hear you, sweet thing.” rex husked into your ear, voice strained as he pounded into you. “‘ts just you and me in here.”

you continued to bite at the back of your hand to keep your volume as low as possible when rex’s grip on your hip tightened and he pulled you back into a particularly rough thrust. it caught you off balance for a moment, a surge of pain rocketing through your body, and a pitchy moan tore from your mouth. “fucking christ, rex!”

the man grinned at your whining. “that’s it, keep ‘em comin’,” rex’s other hand snaked around your torso to cup your throat. he yanked you back nearly flush with his chest, groaning at the way your walls clamped around his thick cock. “fu-ckin’ hell. you feel so fuckin’ good around me.”

the new angle let him hit one of those sensitive spots inside of you, and this time you couldn’t quite cover your mouth in time. you weakly grabbed at the hand splayed across your throat but by then you didn’t care about how your cries echoed off of the bathroom walls.

he knew you were reaching your breaking point when he felt that familiar tremble in your thighs underneath his palm. you were already taking him so well, spasming cunt practically swallowing his dick so greedily, but still he persisted.

“do the thing.” he whispered with a smirk playing on his lips.

his rhythm began to die down, telling you that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. as if you’d even tell him no.

you took one of your shaky palms off of the cool tile and reached around to rest it on rex’s waist. it took you a moment to focus as you began concentrating his blood flow down to his cock, gently restricting it at the base. you expanded his blood volume by the slightest percentage, minding the few injuries he sustained during the mission earlier.

rex felt it right away, cock instinctively twitching inside of you. his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his wet hair clinging to your skin; his fingers dug into your plush thigh. you could feel him stopping himself from rutting into you. he hardly had any restraint as he whispered your name so desperately.

“easy.” you instructed. “i need to — fuck — need to focus.”

you were doing anything but that, truthfully. which would’ve been lethal if you didn’t know what you were doing. but alas, this wasn’t the first time.

rex hissed at the same time you did when you felt his cock gently swell inside of you. not enough to be painful, but definitely enough to feel it. the moment you dropped your hand, rex took it as his cue to move.

“fuck,” his voice broke into a soft whine, “so goddamn tight.” he reached between your legs and nudged your thighs apart a little more. “c’mon, sweet thing.”

he moved his hand from your throat to between your shoulders, pushing you down as he pulled out to his swollen tip only to slam his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

a cry of his name came from you, only egging the arrogant man on. “god, you’re so fuckin’ good for me. aren’t ya?”

you could barely last much longer; that tight, hot coil in your abdomen was steadily unwinding with each of rex’s deep thrusts. you held on to the wall for dear life, your palms sliding against the slick tiles. the weight of rex’s chest against your back made you peer over in time to see his hand envelop yours against the wall, his strong fingers lacing through yours. he kept you upright while he fucked you through your orgasm, mumbling encouragement into your skin.

“that’s it, pretty girl. takin’ me so damn good — fuck!” rex’s grip on your waist began to falter, as did his rhythm, when he realized he wasn’t too far behind you. it didn’t help that your cunt was spasming uncontrollably around him. “come on, i’ve got you.”

the groan in his voice was enough to send you over, head falling forward with a cry of his name. your thighs trembled in his hold and threatened to give out. you hardly managed to keep yourself upright as he continued to pound into you. the stimulation almost became too much to bear, a few tears mixing with the sweat and shower water trailing down your face.

you finally gave out once rex pulled out, body going limp against the wall. rex caught you at the waist and closed the brief gap between you. he buried his face into your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin. “god, i’ll never get used to that. so fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbled as he turned you around to face him. “do you… mind?” his green eyes shamelessly raked down your body, his still-hard cock twitching in his hand at the sight.

both of your legs were sore beyond belief, and they were sure to get worse after the nap you were bound to take later, but it didn’t stop you from sliding down onto your knees and replacing rex’s hand with your own. your own abilities amazed you; you could hardly wrap both of your hands around his swollen cock, let alone fit it in your mouth.

“fuck” rex groaned, long and low as he braced himself on the wall behind you. it shielded some of the water from splashing into your face, but ran down his body and allowed your hands to pump him with ease. “ju-just like that, christ.” a few stray drops of water running down rex’s red locks fell onto your face as you stared up at him. you made sure not to break eye contact when you took the tip of his cock onto your flattened tongue, easing it past your lips.

one of his hands went to your hair, brushing it out of your face as best as he could before resting his palm at the back of your head. it didn’t guide you nor did it force you to take him further. it encouraged you. you knew that he was already close. it only took you a few skillful bobs of your head and twists of your hands before he started whining. your favorite tell of his that he was about to come.

you inched back enough to take your lips off of his cock and stuck your tongue out, his cum painting it not seconds later. you took it all, gracefully swallowing it before getting back to your feet with his help. he was on you the moment you were, gently pressing you against the wall as he captured you into a deep kiss. not an ounce of concern crossed you, considering you were definitely supposed to be in the lounge by now.

“don’t think that counted as quick, rex.” you said with a smile when he finally pulled away.

“ask me if i give a shit. i hope those a-holes heard us.” rex sassed as he reached for your shampoo bottle. “another wash can’t hurt, right? turn around.”

i love him so much.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Wanna be yours

Rex x Fem!Reader

Summary || He’s grown used to this routine, mainly the comfort. Rex loves the domestication—you. And he’ll also do anything to defend both.

Note: gonna write him being a husband more…

You and Rex have settled into a quiet, somewhat predictable routine now that the years have passed. The hustle of being superheroes has faded into the background, replaced by the daily rhythm of home life. You’ve come to enjoy the normalcy that most people take for granted, and in some ways, it feels like the most precious thing in the world.

Rex, for all his bravado and impulsiveness, has always been surprisingly drawn to this domesticity. He loves it in a way that’s almost tender—just the two of you, your home, and the occasional chaos of being married to someone who’s been through as much as he has.

You glance over at him as he lounges on the couch, looking relaxed. His hair’s tied back loosely, the long strands just barely falling into his eyes as he flips through channels on the TV, obviously not paying much attention. It’s not like he’s ever been the type to sit still for long, but the last few years have softened him in ways you didn’t expect.

The apartment feels like your haven, a space where the two of you are just… people. Not Rex Splode and [Name] the superhero wife. Just Rex and you.

“You know,” you say casually, leaning against the doorway, watching him, “this is actually nice. No monsters to fight, no explosions, no world-ending crises.”

Rex’s green eyes flick up at you with a lazy grin. “Hey, we both know I’m not the guy to handle anything quiet for long, but…” He pauses, stretching out lazily on the couch. “Yeah, it’s alright. You make it work, y’know? It’s… good.”

You chuckle, moving into the living room. “Good? That's it?”

Rex shoots you a glance that could be described as fond, a rare softness breaking through his usual sarcastic exterior. “Alright, fine. It’s great. Better than dealing with all that chaotic crap outside. And I’ve got you. So… what more do I need?”

You raise an eyebrow at that. “Flattery now, huh? You feeling alright, Sloan?”

The usage of his real last name, his—it somewhere deeper then he thought it did. That last name of his, belonged to not only him. He hoped you’d want to carry it too.

Rex snorts, shaking his head with a mischievous smirk. “I’m always alright. Just figured I’d let you know… you’ve earned the right to kick back too. No more stress for us. At least not for now.”

You step forward, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m glad you’re home,” you murmur, your voice softer now.

Rex’s response is a half smile that’s almost too shy for him. “I’m glad you’re still here. You and me—yeah, we make this work. All the rest of it? Doesn’t matter as long as I’ve got you.”

You smile, and the warmth between you fills the room like a secret the two of you share. Sure, you’ve seen your fair share of struggles, but there’s nothing quite like the comfort of knowing that no matter what the world throws at you both, Rex would fight to the end to protect this. To protect you.

“You’re alright too, you know,” you murmur, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Rex lets out a dramatic sigh, clearly rolling his eyes even though you can feel the way his arm instinctively pulls you in closer. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m the best. But don’t get too sappy on me.”

You laugh, giving him a playful shove. “I’m allowed to be sappy if I want.”

“Fine, fine,” he grumbles, then pauses for a beat. “You still haven’t answered my question, though. Dinner. What’re we eating? I’m starving.”

You pull away from him slightly, raising an eyebrow. “You really just want food, huh?”

Rex grins, the old mischief creeping into his eyes. “Hey, everybody fucks up. right? Even a guy like me can have a soft side if there's a good meal at the end of it.”

Laughing, you move towards the kitchen. “You’re impossible,” you call back, and he responds with a laugh that feels like home.

As you step into the kitchen, the warmth of the room feels comforting, familiar. You’re halfway through a laugh, the sound still lingering in the air, when you call back to Rex, who’s lounging in the living room.

“You’re an idiot Rex,” you tease him again with a grin, shaking your head as you start rummaging through the fridge. The faint sound of his laugh, a deep, effortless sound, follows you. It’s the kind of laugh that fills the empty spaces of a room and makes it feel like home.

You hear the soft padding of his steps as he makes his way to the kitchen, the doorframe filling with his presence. A casual shirt hugs his broad shoulders, his favorite grey sweatpants hanging low at his hips. There’s something about him now, older and with a quiet sort of wisdom that wasn’t there when you first met. The young, arrogant Rex has transformed into someone steady, someone who knows the value of the small, simple moments.

“Impossible, huh?” His voice is a playful rumble, but there’s no bite behind it—just the comfort of being together for years.

You roll your eyes, unable to hide the soft smile tugging at your lips. “You're the most impossible person I know.”

Rex chuckles as he steps closer, his hands finding their way to your waist. He pulls you in gently, his touch familiar and strong, as though he’d been waiting for this moment all day. The world outside can be chaos, but in this quiet kitchen, you and Rex are a unit, moving like two pieces of the same puzzle.

With a quiet hum, Rex pulls you into a slow dance. His movements are unhurried, almost like he’s savoring the moment. You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

“I’m your idiot, forever,” he murmurs against your hair, the words soft, but they feel heavier with meaning now. He says it like it's a promise, and you smile against his shirt, your fingers tracing the lines of his back.

You smile at Rex’s words, his promise hanging between you both, soft and steady. You tilt your head back to look up at him, your gaze catching his. The flickering light from above dances in his green eyes, softening the edges of the usual sharpness.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you reply with a playful glint in your eyes, squeezing his hand gently. The warmth in his expression tells you he doesn’t just mean the words in passing. This is him, here, offering something deeper—a quiet, unspoken commitment.

After a beat, you pull away from him, your fingers lingering for a moment before you step towards the stove. The dinner you’d left simmering on the stove is just about ready, and with the smell filling the kitchen, you can’t help but focus on the task at hand.

“Come on, let’s finish this up before it burns,” you say with a teasing glance over your shoulder, reaching for the lid of the pot.

Rex follows you, moving fluidly behind you. The comfortable rhythm of living together for years takes over as you both move in tandem, effortlessly falling into your roles. Rex grabs the plates, carefully setting them on the counter, while you stir the contents of the pot.

“Looks like it’s going to be perfect,” Rex says, his tone warm, his gaze lingering on you as he watches you work.

You shoot him a look over your shoulder, a playful smirk on your lips. “You only say that because you know I’ll take credit for it later.”

He laughs, a low sound, his hand reaching out to help you, passing over a dish. “I’m just here to assist the genius in action.”

The two of you continue in quiet companionship, setting the food out on the table together. Rex takes his place beside you, placing a dish down as you place the last one on the table. It’s a simple, quiet evening, but it’s full of everything that matters.

“You always make this look so easy,” you murmur as you sit down across from him, your fingers brushing his briefly.

Rex shrugs, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Guess it’s just another skill I’ve picked up along the way… besides, I don’t mind taking care of this with you. It’s kind of my favorite part.”

Your smile softens, the moment stretching out as the two of you settle into the calm, the silence between you not awkward but full of the comfort of years spent together.

Rex picks up his fork, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Now, if we can just get through dinner without any explosions… that’d be great.”

You roll your eyes but laugh, feeling that familiar warmth in your chest. You wouldn’t mind the quiet moments like this forever. With Rex, everything feels like it has its place, even the simple act of sharing a meal at the table.

[vinnyvamppp]

may i perchance request rex x fem!reader x eve? like set s1 where instead of cheating, rex learns to COMMUNICATE with eve and they start picking up girls together #couplegoals

Two's Company, Three's Dangerous

Note: I love this??? Its healing the annoyance I felt for Rex in season one. This is my canon now. (Mark in the bg LMFAOOO)

Warnings: Suggestive themes & flirtation, Strong language, Corny Dialogue (I cackled), Mild Sexual Tension, Changes For Plot Convenience, Threesome dynamic, etc.

Synopsis: Three’s not a crowd—it’s foreplay. When Rex and Eve decide to start pulling girls together, they don’t expect you to walk in and flip the game on its head. Now you're all tangled in teasing, tension, and a whole lot of trouble they can't stop chasing.

Rex Splode x Atom Eve x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,196

It starts the same way most of Rex’s ideas do: loud, impulsive, and almost immediately a bad idea. “Look, all I’m saying is—it’s not cheating if we’re both in on it.” Rex lounges on Eve’s couch, tossing popcorn into his mouth like he’s solving world peace instead of pitching a threesome. “You’ve gotta admit, you miss flirting.” She shoots him a look. “I miss the fire.” That makes him pause. “I miss feeling like I was… chasing something. Not just bad guys, but possibility. Something new.” She shifts slightly. “Now we suit up, save the world, come home. Lather, rinse, repeat. And I love you, but…” He quirks a brow. “You’re bored.” “I’m craving something,” she admits. “And I don’t know what it is, but it’s not this.” Rex sits up, tossing the remote aside. “So let’s find it. Or her. Whatever the hell you’re talking about, we’ll chase it together.” She blinks. “You’re okay with that?” “Eve.” He gives a crooked grin, head tilting. “You think I’d turn down the chance to pick up girls with you? This could be the best idea I’ve ever had.” She narrows her eyes. “Your best idea was a flamethrower guitar.” “Exactly.” He claps his hands. “We’re overdue for something fuckin’ unhinged.” Three bars and a rooftop mixer later, Eve is regretting everything. Everyone they meet is either desperate, oblivious, or already half in love with Rex before they realize Eve is part of the package and not just a bystander. He’s charming, yeah, but in that loud, golden-retriever-who-sells-vape-pens way. And Eve, despite herself, tries. She leans in. She smiles. She even lets Rex do that thing where he says they’re “taking applications.” Nothing. And then you show up.

They stared, completely enamored. You exuded a boisterous confidence that demanded attention. The smooth sheen of your skin glistened under the dim lights, while your hips swayed slightly with allure. Your hair framed your delicate features, and the sound of your heels clicked loudly against the bar floor as their vision tunneled. The most striking detail, however, came from your eyes. Though your appearance was delicate—almost cute—the intense glare held within them was distinctly predatory. You don’t look at them right away. You order your drink, slow and unhurried, like you’ve done this before—like you enjoy making people wait. You don’t need to scan the room to know you’re being watched. Until your gaze drags over Rex first, unimpressed, then lingers on Eve for a little too long. You can feel the energy shift, like a current humming between you three. Rex elbows Eve lightly. “Holy, shit. Target acquired. Did you see that?” Eve snorts into her drink. “You’re imagining things.” “Nah, nah—don’t gaslight me, Eve. That was a full-body scan. I’ve watched less intense security checks at the airport.” “She’s gonna eat you alive,” Eve murmurs, lips curving. “That’s half the fun.” You finally turn, catching their eyes in one lazy glance. You take in the matching drinks, the too-casual spacing between them, and the subtle lean of Eve’s leg angled toward Rex’s. The way they’re utterly entangled in one another yet insistent with their gaze.

It starts small. A glance that lingers too long. A hand reaching for a drink at the same time, knuckles brushing, and neither of you moving away. Eve’s smile grows when you mirror the way she tips her glass, when your tongue flicks out to taste the rim like hers just did. Rex catches it, that silent mimicry, and his gaze drags across both of you—lazy, appraising, and somewhat hungry. No one says anything, but the air feels heavier with each breath. You cross your legs; Eve mirrors you.

Rex licks his lips. You’re not touching, not yet, but tension is definitely pressing in between the silence and the smirks. Rex’s hand slides lazily across the back of Eve’s chair, fingers brushing her bare shoulder like he’s just resting them there, but there’s nothing casual about the way she shifts into the contact. It was a performance. Despite their prior arguing, the two shared heated kisses, all to entice.

Your voice cuts through the teasing. “So,” you say, smiling slowly to yourself, “you two scouting or just bored?” Rex grins like he’s been caught red-handed. “Depends. You offering a distraction?” “I’m offering nothing,” you reply, sipping your drink. “But I am very curious.” Eve watches you now, like really watches. The way your confidence settles around you like a silk robe. The way your eyes flicker, assessing and amused. You’re dangerous in a way that doesn’t need powers. “What are you curious about?” she asks. You lean in slightly as if sharing a secret. “You two always argue like a divorced couple, or am I just lucky tonight?” “Oh, fuck you—“ Rex sputters. Eve just laughs—low and unexpected. It startles her, that you got under her skin so fast. That she wants to hear more. “You’re quick,” she says. “And you’re not subtle,” you reply, tapping her glass. “Next time you flirt, try not to stare at my mouth the whole time.” Rex whistles. “Okay. Damn.”

Eve just blinks. Slowly. Then exhales, smiling like you’re a puzzle she’s already halfway solved. “What’s your name?”

You tell her. Rex repeats it under his breath like a prayer. “Goddamn. Even the name’s hot.” You toss him a look. “Careful, I bite.” He grins. “Yeah, well, I bark, whimper, and fuck. Match made in heaven, right?” Eve sighs into her cocktail. “Please stop talking.” You slide off the stool, slow and deliberate. “I’m not a prize,” you say. “But I might be worth the chase. So, earn it.” You lean in, pressing a kiss to Rex’s cheek—mock-sweet, just enough to short-circuit him while your fingers drag slowly down Eve’s wrist, leaving a shiver in their wake. Both of them wear matching smirks, the kind that try too hard to cover how rattled they are. Without waiting for a word, you turn on your heel and strut toward the exit, leaving heat in your wake and satisfaction in your step. You’ve had your fun. For now.

Rex insisted on a steakhouse. Eve tried to veto it. You suggested sushi just to see who’d squirm harder. In the end, you’re all at a loud fusion place with flashing neon and absolutely no privacy. Perfect. “So,” you say, picking at an appetizer with elegant fingers. “What’s your strategy? Good cop, bad cop? Hot mess and stone-cold killer?” Eve smirks. “I’m not cold.” “You’re ice in heels,” you counter, and she looks… pleased? Rex coughs. “And I’m the hot mess?” “You’re wearing sunglasses indoors.” “I’m mysterious.” “You’re hungover.” You’re winning. Every line lands. Every glance makes Rex stammer or Eve flush. You lean forward, drink in hand, and say things with a smile that could kill. You never touch them, but the way you look at them? It’s almost worse. Eve watches you, not even pretending to hide it anymore. She likes the control you have. Likes the way you disarm her without even trying. She finds herself mimicking your posture, drinking when you drink. She’s leaning too close. And for once? She doesn’t care. Rex, on the other hand, is falling apart. “I don’t get it,” he mutters. “You’ve roasted me for two hours straight, and I still want you to like me.” “I do like you,” you say sweetly. “I just like watching you sweat more.” Eve hides her laugh in a sip of water. As the night winds down, Rex finally blurts, “So… do we get a second date?” You lean back, fingers tapping your glass. “You haven’t earned it yet.” He groans. “But,” you add, sliding your phone across the table, “you could try again.” You stand, this time with intent. Eve’s eyes follow every move. You brush past her chair, fingertips grazing her shoulder—not enough to be a promise. Just enough to be a reminder. Then you're gone. Again. And they are left there, dazed and enchanted. Rex slumps. “She’s gonna wreck us.” Eve smiles, slow and dangerous. “I hope so.” A/N: I cringed a few time too, I know, but to be cringe is to be free 🐎

[midnightshindig]

pssst thinking about rex splode x reader with powers similar to poison ivy... imagine them being the sweetest person alive and making him sweet flowery gifts 🙏 or gifting him any other plants since rex is into home decorating and "oh but this orchid would fit so well!"

Rex Splode x Poison Ivy! Reader

Gn reader!

(Also omg sorry if this is a little ooc, we hardly see Rex being soft and like… romantic… so I’m doing my best lol)

You’d been his most frequent visitor at the hospital, right up there next to Mark and Eve, often spending the day watching the two come and go about their business as you sat and chatted with them

Youve taken to leaving potted plants in his hospital room, making him whatever flowers or plant you think would liven up the dull, sterile space.

One time you take it a bit too far and Cecil chews you out for the full blackberry bush in a hospital

“but he waned blackberries, Cecil! The man doesn’t have a hand, can’t he at least have some blackberries?” gotta hit him with the puppy dog eyes

it works.

when Eve started bringing in home decor magazines, you were surprised by how quickly Rex took to them

like one minute he was all “these potted ferns are gay” and the next he’s describing his dream kitchen in AGONIZING detail

so it’s not surprise that when he gets out and gets home to Guardian hq, he’s all over fixing the vibes of that bitch

Your in the kitchen making some coffee and he comes up behind you, arms around your waist from behind and head on your shoulder like:

”Yknow I think some hanging ivy would look great as a trim in this room, don’t you think?”

Hes almost a little relentless

You’re out in public and he’s dragged you to a home goods and he’s looking at fake plants, googling what they are and asking you very politely(?) to make replicas

The immortal actually gets onto him a little about this

”Rex, we are superheroes among superheroes-Defenders of justice and the innocent, protectors of-“

He’ll be damned if he’s risking his life every day and the dining room table doesn’t have a vase of flowers god damnit

and there is no amount of menace that’s gonna change his mind

”Look me in the eyes and tell me my beautiful wife-“

oh yeah he thinks it’s hilarious to call you his wife as a bit, regardless of your gender

“- doesn’t make the whole place brighter with their plants! This is the first time this place has been decorated with anything other than blood, so can it!”

Everyone in Guardian HQ just like :0

he doesn’t care he loves you and your plants

He takes you on garden dates, like the fancy ones with butterflies and arches and shit

He takes you to home goods. A lot.

ik I mentioned it earlier but it really is a lot

Like you have to tell him to please stop picking home goods for his turn to plan a date

Rex please I can’t do this anymore omg

you go to ikea instead

this is kind of out there but he gets really into scrapbooking, too

like scrapbooking potential interior designs

by cutting up old magazines

He loves to show you his latest I’ll-perspective Frankenstein-esque room

at least he has a hobby that isn’t misogyny or murder or beer

You can’t really find it in you to be anything other than endeared

Being with Rex is a lot like being with your high schools star quarterback, in that he’s abrasive and cocky to a fault

but he never uses this against you, instead you become another thing for him to brag about

”Rexxxxx, whatre you doing?”

he’s taking selfies with you on your date and IMMEDIATELY posting it to his finsta

“Whaaat! I just want everyone to see how hot my partner is, we gotta bless their lives with our hotness, our combined hotness, Y/n, think of the combined hotness!”

you laugh and tuck a freshly-formed daisy behind his ear

Oh that’s another thing: he loves when you braid flowers into his hair

this goes with the hair braiding thing from last time, this man is having a Tangled moment and nobody is going to stop him

All the women on the team think you’re a good influence on Rex, as well as Mark and Eve

The Two of you had only started dating during season two, and everyone was lowkey thrilled it made Rex be slightly less of an asshole

I mean come on, how could he ever be mean in front of you? With your big eyes and soft smile

he just didn’t have the strength

UNLESS he was fighting

there have been a few times where you’ve been pinned in a fight, and Rex’s life flashes before his eyes

full on s2 lobotomy bullshit like villains WISH this man would die

but he can’t die because his like… one true love or wtv is in danger five feet away

he just can’t resist being your knight in shining armor

Unrelated but since meeting you he likes formal wear more

Because you make him custom, special uh. Fuck. Whatever the guy corsages are called. Those.

you make him those.

He never got to go to high school or prom or any real fancy event

so when the GPA has a charity ball he EATS UP the opportunity to have you make him a fancy flower thing

Your outfit is gorgeous and he tells you this, spinning you around and stuff

he may not have super strength but I’ll be damned if he doesn’t throw you around

mr “I don’t work out to save the world, I work out to princess carry my partner”

and he does

Bro Probably Princess carries you to the ball, and in day to day life as well

people are like “Rex wtf” and he threatens to fight them right then and there

luckily almost everyone else thinks you two are cute

and how can Cecil disapprove of someone making Rex so happy and focused on being a better hero

BONUS

his favorite flower is the Firework Gomphrena

due to its resemblance to a pink firework

You surprised him with these one day after a firework display for you and he lost it/pos

God he’s down bad for you

[bananasplit133]

Overwatch Mercy-Like!Reader x Invincible

Overwatch Mercy-Like!Reader x Rex

THIS IS INSPIRED BY @thequeenofcupps 's IDEA!!!! :D (i hope you like it, gang!)

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Mark Grayson x Mercy-Like Reader

The battlefield was chaos. Smoke curled into the sky, buildings crumbled, and the air reeked of blood and ozone. Civilians ran in all directions, screaming for help, while Mark—no, Invincible—fought tooth and nail against an enemy far too stubborn to stay down.

And you? You were the reason half these people weren’t dead.

Golden light streamed from your staff as you darted through the wreckage, wings thrumming behind you. Healing energy pulsed from your fingertips, sealing wounds, mending bones, and pulling breath back into the lungs of those who had been teetering on the edge of death.

“Behind you!” Mark’s voice rang through the comms.

You barely had time to react before a chunk of debris hurtled toward you. Instinct kicked in—your body surged upward, wings propelling you just in time. But the momentary distraction cost you; the enemy turned its attention to you now, sensing an easier target.

Mark snapped.

In a blur of red and blue, he tore through the battlefield, reaching you in seconds. One punch sent the attacker flying. Another made sure they wouldn’t get back up.

“You okay?” His hands found your arms, gripping them tightly, scanning you for injuries.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, breathless. “But they’re not.” You gestured toward the injured scattered across the ground.

His jaw clenched. He hated this part—the part where he had to leave you, the part where he had to trust that you’d be okay while he fought somewhere else.

But he did. Because you weren’t weak.

Mark hovered for a moment, reluctant to go. His thumb brushed over your wrist, a fleeting touch before he pulled away.

“Stay alive,” he muttered.

You smirked, already soaring back into action. “I think that’s my line.”

And just like that, you both plunged back into the war.

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Rex Splode x Mercy-Like Reader

“I swear to God, if you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

You coughed, vision blurry as you looked up at a very, very pissed-off Rex Splode. His suit was torn, his face bloodied, but his eyes—his stupid, concerned, beautiful eyes—were locked onto you like he was barely holding himself together.

“I—" You tried to sit up, but your entire body felt like it had been flattened by a truck. Oh. Right. That explosion.

“Stay down, doc,” Rex snapped, pressing you back against the rubble.

“I literally have healing powers,” you reminded him, exasperated, trying to lift your staff. Your fingers trembled. You were drained. Too much energy spent keeping other people alive.

Rex scoffed, running a hand through his mess of dark hair. “Yeah? Well, you literally almost got yourself killed, so excuse me if I’m a little pissed.”

You rolled your eyes, summoning what little strength you had left to tap his arm. Golden light flickered over his injuries, closing the gash on his shoulder.

His jaw tightened. “You keep doing that, and you’re gonna pass out.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you mumbled, head lolling back against the debris.

Rex cursed under his breath. Then, before you could react, he scooped you up—bridal style.

You groaned. “Oh my God—”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, but there was something soft in the way he held you, like you were the most precious thing he’d ever carried. “We’re getting out of here.”

“You’re hurt.”

“So are you.”

You let out a dramatic sigh. “I could fly, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t trust you not to faint mid-air, so sit tight, angel.”

…Okay. Maybe you’d let him have this one.

[liquideyes]

ミ★ how many things ★彡

summary: rex and you were childhood best friends, as you instantly took a liking to him. and the two of you began dating not too long into your teenage years. however as good as things were you two ultimately had a falling out, and eventually broke up. you never wanted to see or speak to him again. until you received an urgent late-night call from mark grayson. pairing: rex splode x telekinetic! f reader word count: 2k warnings: none, just a little bit of angst ao3 link playlist

You and Rex had been broken up for several months. And ever since then your life had seemed a little more empty. The night would feel darker, and your bed felt like it was missing something. Every so often you would catch yourself reaching for a presence that wasn’t ever there in your tired haze. 

You couldn’t truly escape him either. He was always there, lingering. Never giving you any time to move on. Not that you wanted to. He was the love of your life. Emphasize on was. Because he wasn’t yours anymore. He had made sure of that when he cheated on you.

Sometimes you regret being so harsh on him. You had known each other for years, and you knew he didn’t ever have a solid foundation for what a relationship should look like. But he still should’ve known better. Instead of assuming that just because of one fight you would want to break up with him. Because you didn’t. But he gave you no other choice after he stooped so low.

He had apologized profusely, but you couldn’t even tell if he actually meant it. These apologies stopped after a while. And now you both were in this awkward phase, where every time you were near each other you just stood in a solemn silence. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had an actual conversation with him, outside of what was required with you two being on the same team. 

But you still cared about him. That would never change. He meant so much to you for so long that even with you two not on speaking terms you would still risk your life for him. And more specifically you would always show up for him. Which is exactly what you did when you received a late night call from Mark.

“Mark, hey.. I’m kind of on a much needed break right now. So this better be extremely important.” You heard him breathing as you waited for a response. You were slowly pacing around the hallway of your childhood home. And you caught sight of an old picture. Probably from 4 or 5 years ago. It’s of you and Rex from the one of the first times he had come over to my house. Funny how you had never noticed it till now. Your Dad happened to take an immediate liking to him, which was probably why the picture was hanging up. But it was still surprising to see since you had already explained to your Dad what had happened between you and Rex months ago. He seemed even more shocked than you were.

You lifted the frame off the wall, turning it over as Mark finally managed to get his words out, “Rex is in critical condition right now. They don’t know when he’s gonna wake up from his coma.”

At that moment time just stopped and you froze in place. Your whole body went numb, and you involuntarily released the frame from your grip. Not even paying attention as it dropped to the floor and shattered. “What?”

“He got shot in the back of the head while fighting the lizard league. Apparently he got up and was able to kill them all, but after he just collapsed. They’re keeping him in the Pentagon right now.”

You needed to see him. You should’ve been there. This is all your fault. If you hadn’t gone back home for the week. You didn’t even really need the break that badly.

As Mark kept feeding you more and more information, you rushed back into your room to grab a jacket and shoes. You jotted down a quick note to your Dad, telling him you’d be gone for at most a day. Leaving it on the kitchen counter, as you headed back out the back door.

“Give me five minutes. I’ll be there.”

“You don’t have to–”

But you’ve already hung up the phone before you let him finish the sentence. But then, as you lifted yourself off the ground using your powers, the franticness seemed to wear off. And you realized what you were doing. The rational side of your mind kicking in.

What would you do if you got there and he was awake? What would you say? Why were you blaming yourself for something that had nothing to do with you? Why did you feel guilty? Why did you miss him now after all this time? All the time you’d given yourself to grieve and miss your relationship? After everything he did that broke your heart.

You tried not to think too hard about it. What was really drawing you back after months of radio silence. 

Mark was there to greet you when you made it into the Pentagon’s medical wing. It had not been too long since you had last seen each other. But he drew you into a hug that made it seem like it had been years. He was worried for you. And for Rex. He knew how hurt you were, but he also knew you still cared about Rex. Enough to drop everything and fly away in the middle of the night to go and see him.

“How are you doing?”

“I’ve been better, but I’ll be okay. Where are they keeping him.”

He looked at you, silently asking with his eyes, are you ready for this? Seeing Rex for the first time in months. And half-dead at that.

You nodded in response. You had to see him. 

The two of you walked towards Rex’s room in silence. Mark could feel your inner turmoil and was trying his best to be there for you while also giving you the space you needed. The two of you hadn’t known each other for that long, but you had both already become an integral part of the other’s lives. He saw you as a younger sister, even though you were a year older than him. But nonetheless, he wanted to do whatever he could to look out for you.

When you two finally approached the room assigned to Rex, you froze for a moment. Placing your hand against the door. You kept repeating to yourself over and over again that you had to see him. But now you were finally there, and you didn’t know if you were ready. Because you never realized how much you missed until he was almost gone.

Mark placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Are you good to go in there yourself?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna be fine, Mark. It’s ok if you want to go now, thank you. For everything”

He nodded slowly, giving you one last sympathetic as he turned away. You didn’t actually expect to leave so quickly. But sometimes you surprised yourself with how good your acting skills were. Because you were not going to be ‘fine’. Because this was a big step you didn’t think you would have to take so soon. But what could you do, Rex almost died. No one plans for that. No one wants to have to plan for that.

With Mark now gone out of eyesight you lightly  pressed your forehead against the door. Taking a few deep breaths, trying to summon the courage to walk in there. You had to do this. You had to know if he was okay. 

So with what little confidence you had mustered up, you slowly pushed open the door. Trying to make as little noise as possible. Your head was pointed down, closing your eyes would’ve been too much. You stepped inside, shutting the door behind you. This time with a bit too much force. 

When you brought your head back up there he was sitting up and awake. Staring sadly at the wall, with a glassy look in his eyes. He turned towards you when he heard the door close. The look on his face was indescribable. 

“Rex..”

“Babe…” he stopped himself. Releasing immediately what he had just said, “Sorry– I’m just surprised, to be seeing you. I’m not really thinking straight right now. They told me I have some serious brain damage. And they were shocked I had already woken up.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m… I completely understand. Are you okay?” Your words felt foreign and clumsy. And you didn’t sound like yourself. It felt like you were watching the interaction through someone else’s eyes.

“Yeah, I will be.”

This wasn’t the two of you. This was two strangers who were only talking because of a mutual connection. With nothing in common and nothing to say to each other.

But you didn’t want that. No matter what you kept telling yourself you wanted him back. You wanted to know and love him again. You just weren’t sure if that was possible anymore.

“Are you really that surprised to see me?”

That felt like you were crossing a line. Not in the form of boundaries, but in the form of an obstacle. This was acknowledging the elephant in the room. This was you acknowledging why you didn’t speak anymore. 

“After everything I did, yeah. I thought you wanted me dead,” he said with a laugh, but looking into his tone there was a hint of seriousness.

“I would never want you dead. I already miss you enough.” It was then that you took in his appearance. His hand was gone, and it was obvious where he had been shot in the head. You mostly noticed how tired he looked. How deflated, and drained he was.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“Then why are you only bringing this up now. I’ve apologized more than a million times now.”

“Because I thought you were gonna die. And I don’t think I could live with myself if I never got to see you again before that.” That sentence alone both said everything and didn’t say anything.

A silence fell between the two of you. And then out of nowhere, something inside of you compelled you to sit down in the chair next to his bed. That same funny feeling also telling you to reach out and grab his hand. The one that had obviously not been bitten off.

His breath hitched for a moment as he just stared at you. You weren’t even looking at him and yet you could feel it.

“I’ve missed you too. And I’ve missed your dad.” 

That got a smile out of you. He didn’t say it but he missed seeing that smile in the morning right after he woke up. 

“He misses you too.”

“Do you think– things are ever gonna go back to the way they were?”

You didn’t respond right away, which scared him. So he quickly tried his best to back peddle. “You don’t have to answer that.”

“Sometimes, once in a blue moon, I’ll catch myself pretending things between us are normal.” You were still looking anywhere but his face. However as you said it you gave his hand a squeeze. It was brief and fleeting. But very much felt.

At that moment his voice lowered to barely a whisper, “This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid.”

“I know.”

After saying that you finally locked eyes with him again. The two of you communicating through your shared eye contact. In that moment you swore you were about to start crying. And a singular teardrop did fall from your eye. There were a thousand words that you were finally letting escape. Traveling between the distances that seemed incredibly far away. It was made clear through the silence that you both hated not being on speaking terms. And you both missed the way things used to be before the breakup.

You spoke up again, putting an end to the unrest, “It’s going to take time for things to go back to the way they were. But I’m willing to try.” It wasn’t an acceptance, but it was an olive branch. That you were finally ready to give to him.

author's note: was this lowkey a soft launch to a full-fledged rex splode series i want to eventually write. yes. so please like, comment, reblog, etc. if you enjoyed. i really love the dynamic i wrote in this and would love to further explore it. if that something anyone's interested in :)

[eternalera]

currently working on two Rex Splode fics rn one of which being the one where he slowly loses his hearing. I’ve lowkey been putting it off bc I just know for a fact it’s gonna be around 7k words if I’m lucky that is. If not probably 10k. Then I have ANOTHER one where Rex basically has a crush on mark and acts stupid around him bc of it imma do that one first and then the behemoth. Wish me luck 🍀

[frindoka]

just finished demo 4. twitches. CALYPSO AAAAAUUUUUGGUHAAQGJHHHH😭😭😭😭 pls pls spill any thoughts im very interested

AUUUUUUUHHHHH. falls to the ground and falls apart (i pressed the reset button and sploded). ok yes i have so many thoughts hold on. Hold On

i’m putting them under the cut because of demo 4 spoilers, if anyone reading hasnt beat demo 4 yet don’t continue on lest you be spoiled 🙏

CALYPSO!!!!!!

oh my godddd. i am SO HAPPY we got calypso FINALLY first of all. i knew something would be up with her when that letter from kyoko was posted. ouuugghhh

fun fact i wasn’t initially expecting her introduction to be like this! well i wasn’t expecting much considering how much little information we had before, but i had a fun little theory made from nothing where calypso was a sword wielder & that’s why she disappeared. glad to know she hasn’t been a sword wielder but uh… im not sure if what happened was much better.

anyways holy fuck. i love calypso. she is lovely and i feel so bad all of that happened to her.

she’s so fucked up. trotter saved her from the brink of death and him and his crew showed her more kindness and love than she ever thought she deserved (re: “Why… WHY did you save me? Why would you save a WRETCHED girl like me? I’ve wanted to know… for so long… And now… It’s all too late, isn’t it?”, when she’s talking to the firebrand), and she cared for them very much in turn considering how without them she wouldn’t be here still. her and trotter and such were going into the temple with dreams of treasure and hopes of a stress-free life after they could get stability with the riches in there— and instead of that, calypso walked out the sole survivor of their escapade.

…that survivors guilt has got to be awful for her. she couldn’t save the crew, she couldn’t save the person who saved her life— in fact, she had a direct hand in what happened to trotter, even! she could never repay what the debt she thought she owed to them was, she never found out why her, she never found out why she got to live and she’s not going to be able to find out why she’s STILL alive now and they’re all dead. and now she can’t even get back to her family, nor kyoko, who is Still out looking for her, for that matter.

she’s the only remnant of that entire crew. she probably views herself as the least deserving to ever be that final person left. none of them had a peaceful death. and does she even know where her family, where kyoko, is? does she know how to find anyone? it’s like she’s lost all over again!

anyways yeah i love calypso. she’s been making me pace around nonstop for the past few hours.

2. the swords

oh we are so fucked aren’t we. it just keeps getting crazier. the windforce is gonna blow up the whole of bizville or some shit

anyways WOW. WOW. the firebrands get condition was like Extremely Devastating. i knew as soon as calypso pointed out the many many sacrificial glyphs that something awful would happen here but STILL. IT FLOORED ME. (also the ancient boss was DEFINITELY NOT EXPECTED AND SO COOL. A LYRICAL TRACK??!!!??!!)

watching the swords corrupt the player demo by demo is hurtingggg meeeee. even with the BADGE ICONS… what’s that smile for bro. my friend pointed out that their head was twitching when they were moving closer to the firebrand, while trotter and calypso were looking at the treasure… aoouuugghhh. we’re SOOOO FUCKED. shoutout to a recent dev interview where one of the lines was “do you deserve these swords? do you deserve this happy ending?” ☹️

also, when you cure griefer of most of the bubonic plant condition, he says something like. how when he was being corrupted by the venomshank, it’s like he could barely control himself over anything. it completely changed who he was as a person in general so like. … how much of the player going towards the firebrand do you think was Voluntary? ??? ?? they have THREE SWORDS— other characters have gotten completely fucked up by just ONE. and especially with how the ghostwalker went.

do you think player tried to stop themselves from going toward the firebrand? do you think they tried to resist that temptation of grabbing it before trotter took it and brought on his own demise? if that, though, it obviously didn’t work. it’s like being pulled along by puppet strings…

speaking of trotter fucking dying: his sacrifice bringing upon the ancients is horrifying. what the fuck were the ancients talking about. what is the metamorphosis. what is happening. I Am Very Scared And Everything Is Just Going To Get Scarier

3. my other misc thoughts

shedletsky was acting really weird in the beginning. like was that just me. why was he acting so weird

AUUUGGHHH THE DIALOGUE OF KYOKO AT THE DOCKS KILLED ME. her acting surprised if you tell her you’re here to see her, like she isn’t expecting herself to be remembered or cared for!! her withdrawing into herself for a moment where she mentions her family!! her fear when you tell her you’re going to the desert, only relaxing a bit when you tell her you promise to stay safe!!!! AHHHH KYOKOOOO IM SO SORRY GIRL IM NEVER GONNA LET YOU LOSE ANYONE EVER AGAIN

also kyoko mention in One line of dialogue from thaniyel when he mentions who he wants to invite to the festival. hehe. makes me wonder what’d happen if she did come though, cause then she’d see griefer again, and he’s all Plants…

squeaking of griefer he is so cute i need to throw him into a pit of burning spikes

the swing in vermillion village has a line that says “Do you deserve to ride the swing?” before switching to “Maybe later” every other time you interact with it. i SCREAMED……dream world reference……. player you’re fucked up. player you have to let the swords go dude

beyond The Torment this demo was REALLY fun. i had a fun time solving the puzzles. i spun around calypso for a whole minute when she was following in my party bc i <3 her. the enemies were very fun even if the vultures dismemberment attack wanted to make me start crying and screaming every time it hit. good demo!

red and blue staring at a grave in the preprologue……….PLEASE don’t break my HEART. PLEASE TELL ME NOOBADOR DID NOT KICK THE BUCKET.

firebrands battle effects are fucking crazy. good lird

anyways that’s all my thoughts. i need to draw so many things soon. first of all i really want to make a calypso design…ive been waiting for her for FIVE HUNDRED YEARS

[altblock-tm]

like. LIKE. UGH. FUCK. FUCKKKKKKK.

I’m fucking insane with the “Goetia is a mirror” thing that FGO gave us but never fully played with because it gives opportunities for both self-recognition via reflection AND the divine functioning as a machine