(For your ask game if youāre still taking suggestions) Rex + cuteness aggression !! Love your writing btw!
I love this. I adore this. I wanted to write this last night but was getting overtired and wanted to wait until I was rested so it could be the best it could be š„° Rex + cuteness aggression is an adorable prompt and I am so excited for it you have no idea
Iām so attached to Rex getting the āhit them with pillows, squeeze them real tight, bite their shoulder, lift them over his shoulder, pinch their cheeks, tackle them to the floorā type of cuteness aggression. Like the kind thatās kind of chaotic and takes you by surprise. Thatās the best Iām so attached to it.
He gets it in the middle of briefings sometimes and wants to explode
He gets it over LITTLE STUFF like sneezes or bed head or sleepy eyes or big grins like ANYTHING JUST REGULAR STUFF
it hits and heās got all this energy heās got to expel he canāt keep it to himself
Inherited it from Cody who used to do it to him all the time
SNIPPET TIME!!! This one is kinda long I got carried away bc it was so damn cute I couldnāt help myself
It was Fives' fault. Rex would swear up and down about it until the end of his days. He'd also swear that he hadn't bit him. Fives might beg to differ but who cares when Fives had absolutely wrecked his day by showing him a picture of a baby Porg that he swore was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. He came into his quarters all big grin and excited energy and couldn't stop talking about how Kix had told him what a Porg was and now it was his favorite animal.
Rex thought Porgs were kind of scary looking, to be honest, but he didn't say that. He was too distracted by how fondly he felt as Fives couldn't stop talking, kept explaining that Echo had done a bunch of research (of course) and now he knew a million fun facts about Porgs.
It was rare that Fives got this excited about something. Maybe that's why he felt like he was going to pop. He was antsy, rocking back on his heels to distract himself from the outright fond he felt bubbling up inside of him.
How long was he going to keep going? He was going to kill Rex at this point. It was so endearing how excited he was. Over Porgs!
He'd have to remember to both thank and scold Kix for introducing him to them later.
It began to be too much. Rex's fingers were itching to do something and he, honestly, couldn't hold back any longer. It was not his fault, he swore, that Fives was being too adorable to also be a big and scary ARC trooper.
Fives yelped when Rex ducked to get him onto his shoulder. There was a lot of squirming to try to get away, a lot of smacking his back, too. The dramatics were unnecessary but Fives was always like that.
āWhat the hell, Rex! Put me down! I mean it!ā
āYour threat means nothing here.ā Rex used a tone of voice he knew wasnāt at all intimidating, especially by the way Fives huffed. The weight wasn't enough. He needed something else.
"I wasn't done telling you about the Porgs! The Porgs, Rex!"
Okay, that's it. Rex plopped him down onto the bed, letting him bounce which somehow didn't make Fives stop talking, mouth going a mile a minute. How was this getting worse? So much worse? So Rex did the only thing he thought would give him a little bit of relief.
He took Fives' hand and bit him (gently, no matter what Fives says!) on the side of the arm. Fives didn't yelp but he did let out a surprised noise, then he squirmed, putting a stop to the rambling that started all of this to begin with.
Rex let go, but knew he'd have to fuck with Fives some more to get out all this odd aggression he was feeling. The shock on Fives' face made him near cackle, half bent over while he tried to catch his breath.
"You are so fucking weird!" Fives accused, watching with thinly veiled amusement. Rex straightened, wiping a tear from his eye.
He had a few days left before Echo shipped out with the 99s. It felt strange. Like it shouldnāt be happening. Respecting Echoās choice was, however, more important than how Rex felt about it.
He just wanted to see what he was up to, finding the quarters Echo had briefly turned into his own while staying with Rex, and walking in on a scene he hadnāt seen in a long time. Paint cans were spread around him while he sat on the floor, chest plate resting in front of him, painted grey with some red and white peppering it. It wasnāt done yet, he could tell, but it was getting there.
At the intrusion Echo looked up, smiling. He had several grey paint streaks across his cheeks, though he wasnāt sure if he was aware of them yet or not.
Echo sat the brush down to pick up the chest plate, holding it out so Rex could see the full picture.
āItās not exactly right, yet, but I havenāt really added much red yet so weāll see how I feel after that. What do you think?ā
Okay. Well, this wasnāt fair. Something in Rexās chest felt like it was going to snap, warmth spreading like it was going to overtake him. The paint, the earnest way he always asked for Rexās opinion, the big ass eyes he could never say no to.
Again. This wasnāt fair. Who gave him the right? All this time and he still looked like the shiny they brought home form the Rishi moon all that time ago?
Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.
āWhat is wrong with you?ā Rex asked, seriously. Echoās eyes widened, indignant expression spreading across his paint smeared face. He sat the chest plate down, grabbing the brush again.
Just making it worse. So much worse. He has no idea.
āIām not doing anything, thank you very much. Whatās wrong with you!?ā Echo jabbed the paint brush in his direction.
Rex was going to explode. Damn near explode if this was going to continue. It just couldnāt stand. Nope. Not a chance.
āThatās it.ā Rexās tone mustāve tipped Echo off because he tried to stand to make a run for it but Rex was faster. He got a hold of his scomp to keep him place. He got his other hand on Echoās face, squeezing his cheeks and smearing more grey paint, not even caring. āYou simply canāt be allowed to get away with this.ā
āI havenāt done anything, though!ā Echo argued, though heād caught on to the fact that whatever was happening was not at all serious. That meant he was now wielding the paint brush like a weapon.
No matter, heād get that from him soon enough.
Rex dropped the attempts at keeping himself from getting painted on and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing deliberately tighter than normal to hear the wheeze it produced.
āI am going to squeeze you so hard you pop, I swear.ā The threat was met with a paint brush straight up the side of his face. The cold, gooey paint got him to yank back, rubbing a hand over his face. It was definitely inside his ear too.
āHands to yourself, captain.ā By that point Echo knew exactly what was going on, if the exasperated grin was anything to go off of. Rex made a show of cracking his knuckles., grinning wider when Echo started scooting away, paint brush at the ready.
The hours he'd have to spend cleaning was worth it.
Rex wasnāt sure why Cody always got like this. All heād done was roll out of his cot and stretch and all of a sudden heād been literally scooped up and plopped onto the floor like he weighed nothing. Cody was always the one to blame when stuff like this happened.
A pillow was unceremoniously stuffed in his face only to be pulled back a second later to smack him again.
āCody! CODY! Stop it! Whatās the matter with you?ā Rex complained, though the traitorous part inside of him that thought this was fun was starting to bubble.
Above him Cody just grinned, teeth bared in a way that seemed almost threatening if he didnāt know exactly what was going on.
āItās your own fault this is happening anyway!ā Cody threw back, using his early growth spurt as a way to toss the pillow away to try and grab for his cheeks. Rex knew that meant pinching so he yelped, slapping Codyās hands to try and save himself from the inevitable.
āI did nothing!ā Rexās counter did nothing to stop him. In fact, it just made him more determined. Giving up on his cheeks, Cody dove to ruffled his hair. Though something that made him groan it wasnāt as bad as the pinching.
His mistake was reaching up to grab Codyās wrists, which was just the opening he needed to dive down and blow the biggest raspberry known to man onto his neck.
Rex would never admit to screaming, butā¦ you try not screaming when someone does something like that to you!
The only thing it accomplished was getting Cody to laugh so hard he had to back off, sliding off to sit next to him, grinning so big it might actually split his face. He had every right to be mad at Cody for disrupting him so early in the morning but a begrudging smile weaseled its way onto his face no matter how hard he fought it.
Rex grabbed the pillow, almost forgotten on the ground, and tossed it as hard as he could.
āInsufferable.ā He muttered. It didnāt dull the beaming coming from the other, but it made Rex feel marginally better about letting him off the hook for this every time it happened.
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