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luvztodd · 2 days ago

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KEEP IT IN THE BEDROOM

rex sloan x FEM OUTCAST! reader

in which you don't know what you want

♫ I'm Not In Love - 10cc

contains - childhood trauma, bullying, alludes to sex, smoking and depression

Nobody knew.

It was a well kept secret between you and Rex. Even if Rex wanted to shout it from the rooftops and you wanted to forever hide from the fact that you spent most of your nights in his bed.

He would hold you, ramble on and on to you about his day or whatever superficial shit he thought was important. You laid there, tired and naked, just listening to him while he combed through your unruly hair with his strong scarred hands.

And then you’d come up with a bad excuse to start getting dressed and then you’d leave him. Careful not to leave any traces that would set anyone off about what really went down in his bedroom during the late hours of the night.

Truly, you didn’t know why you were so ashamed of whatever you had with Rex. You thought maybe it was because of his past? Were you embarrassed to be seen hanging around a known cheater? No, that wasn’t it. Were you ashamed to be seen kissing a man whose ego was as big as his….no that wasn’t it either.

The question stumped you for weeks. Late nights spent on a balcony in Guardians Headquarters, a cigarette perched between your index and middle fingers, a black leather jacket hugged tightly around your body. But not tight enough to resemble the way Rex would hold you while he was trying to mimic aftercare he had read about in ‘healthy sex’ magazines.

He was trying to do better, you knew that. The other Guardians knew that. He was becoming a better version of himself, as was everyone around you.

And then it hit you. Hard and fast like a strong gush of wind during a hurricane. You weren’t embarrassed to be seen with Rex. Not at all. You were scared. Scared that Rex would be embarrassed to be seen with you.

As much as you hated to admit it, it seemed that your grade school habits were hard to shake. The bullying, the name-calling, the fighting. You shuddered, the horrid memories almost always brought an angry chill to your spine.

You took a final drag of your cigarette before dropping it onto the concrete floor, stepping on it with your boot. You watched the ashes fizzle out with a satisfying hiss. You stared at the cigarette butt on the ground for a long time getting lost in your thoughts.

“Trailer park trash can’t even read. Maybe she could just stick to something she’s actually good at, like folding laundry or sucking di-“

“Tyler that’s enough.”

It was seventh grade, you sat in the back of your English class, a hoodie loosely around your body, a paperback cover of Romeo and Juliet clutched in your hands. Your life was falling apart. You were no longer soccer captain, you no longer had any friends to bide time with, boys mocked and taunted you in the hallways and girls avoided you like the plague.

All because the secret had got out, you lived in a trailer park, which wasn’t a big deal to most but to prepubescent teenagers, it was the lowest way of life. Not to mention the fact a rumor that you gave handjobs to every boy on the baseball team was spreading around the school like wildfire. And this all started because what? You rejected that douche eighth grader Doug? As if you would have ever gone out with him.

You were taunted, bullied, your name slandered and dragged through the mud by students and teachers alike. You spent your nights infront of the cross in your mother’s living room, surrounded by all of the shit she hoarded wondering what you did to deserve this. So many nights spent sleeping on a foam mattresss topper with a black trash bag acting as a blanket wishing you could have been born into a poshy rich family, with a cute little white dog and two parents that loved you.

You were miserable. Depressed and rotting away in that trailer, in that awful school for years until you had discovered something that was always there, laying dormant inside of you. A superpower apparently. And of course you used it. Just...not in the right way, instead of using it to help people you were using it to make the people who hurt you suffer.

Word got out and it wasn’t long before you were approached by a fair-skinned man with long white hair. He told you his name was Cecil and that you could leave your entire life behind if you wanted and work for him as one of the ‘good guys’. He didn’t have to say much else, you had agreed almost too quickly. And of course, Cecil claimed he didn't work with criminals but he could make an exception for a misguided young girl with an exceptional abilty.

And now here you were. Almost six years later, still just as miserable. But you had to wonder, was this your fault? If people like Rex were able to change, could you? Could you be better? Could you be happier, less angry, less stoic and more outspoken and cheerful? Did you have to be so miserable-

“Hey…what’re you doin’ out here by yourself it’s fuckin’ freezing.”

You glanced over your shoulder to find the man who's been haunting your thoughts for months, standing near the glass door in nothing but stained grey sweatpants and mismatched socks.

"Rex, go back inside." You sighed, not able to find it in yourself to keep a conversation with him right now.

“Is something up with you? Feels like something’s up with you.” He pried, completely ignoring you and stepping out further. He stood behind you, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

"What're you doing?" You tried to pull away, not very hard but still.

“Relax, no one else is out here, just me and you.” Rex nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Still," You pulled away, turning around to face him. He was standing there in all his tan, muscled glory, with a little pout on his face.

“Don’t be so mean.” He groaned, “I’m just trying to feel you up, nothin’ wrong with that. You sure did like it last night.” He shot you a smug grin.

"What did i say about that?" You scoffed. "No talking about our...thing in public. That stays in your bedroom, Rex"

“Yeah, yeah i know, but why? I mean, what’s the big deal. If you’re stressed about the team finding out i guarantee they couldn’t give any fucks, i mean, i dated Eve, i dated Kate. Trust me, they don’t care.”

Your jaw clenched at the reminder of the other women he’s been with. All beautiful, talented, heroic girls who would give their life to the cause of being a hero. Meanwhile anytime you thought your life was truly in danger, you would cut and run.

“Hey, Earth to babydoll? You present?” Rex waved his hand infront of your face, snapping at you. Your hand shot out to grip his wrist, making him stop. “Okay seriously, talk to me. I know something’s wrong.”

"You don't know a fucking thing about me Rex, get real."

“Hey…” Rex was taken aback by how cold your tone was, “That’s not true. I do know you, better than you think i do. Look, i know i seem like all i care about is myself and getting laid, but i really do care about you.”

"Right." You replied flatly. Rex sighed in response, the sound making you internally wince.

“Baby…just talk to me please. I’m actually getting…like worried.” Rex scratched the back of his neck, stepping closer.

"I don't know what's wrong. I don't know." You buried your face into your hands letting out a deep sigh.

It didn’t take Rex long to envelop you, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulling you into his chest. You pried your hands away from your face and slowly wrapped them around his warm neck. There were no words exchanged between you two for a while, just the sounds of Rex’s soft breaths and trees blowing in the breeze nearby.

When you finally looked up at him, he looked sad, confused, nervous. "Do...” You tried to force the words out of your mouth. "Do you wish i was someone else?" You croaked out, swallowing harshly.

Rex pulls away in response, still holding onto you but his eyes now piercing through yours, dark brown eyebrows furrowed. “What? What the fuck are you talking about baby? Why would i ever want you to be someone else?”

"I don't know...it's just...i don't know." You stammered letting out a deep sigh.

“Babydoll…you’ve…turned me into a better person. I mean, i’ve chilled out since being with you. The team thinks i’m less of an annoying prick and everything with you has just been fucking rad. I mean i know i got issues but im working on ‘em. For you.”

"For me?" You echoed, disbelief apparent on your face. Rex nodded in confirmation, one of his strong hands came up to cup your cheek.

“Who else?” He chuckled deeply, his voice just a little raspy from sleepiness. There was a lull in the conversation, before you glanced at the floor and then back up at Rex.

"Do you...ever want this to be like...a thing? A real thing? Not just a sex and go."

“You want me to be honest or bullshit?”

"Honest, i can take it."

“I want more.”

Another lull in the conversation, your eyes softened and the arms you had wrapped around him loosened. "Really?" You whispered

“Yeah. Really. I really really want to be with you, publicly. I want to show you off, i want to tell everyone we’re something, i want to touch all on you in public.” He slyly smiled with his last declaration. “But…i just don’t want you to be so…alone. I mean i get it, you’re always all mysterious, stoic, badass but i kinda don’t like seeing you off by yourself while everyone mingles. It hurts.”

"Why does it hurt you?" You lightly scoffed.

“Because i care about you. A lot.”

You hummed in acknowledgment your heart begrudgingly softening for the man infront of you. You leaned forwards, your forehead against his. Your lips were almost touching and the silence that filled the night air was loud. "You wanna go public then?" You whispered against his lips.

Rex didn’t respond right away, he just smiled against your lips and leaned in to fill that small gap. The kiss was languid and tender, tongues gently mingling together before you pulled apart.

"So that's a yeah?" You laughed, gently nudging his shoulder.

“Duh.”

a/n: this fic was lowk a challenge to write. i tried not to make it stereotypical but who knows. forgive me if rex is ooc, he's kinda hard to write for lol. and i'm finally figuring out how i want to format my posts, i'm excited to be an aesthetic girly now even if the gradient text took me like two hours. thank you for all the love, comments, reblogs and notes are very much appreciated

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