My name is Brooklyn and I'm kinda trying to revamp my whole blog. It's a work in progress but here is some general info about me
I'm bisexual, a minor, mixed/biracial, I do digital art and occasionally I'll write a quick one shot or fanfic!
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He's rude, he's arrogant, his ego is unmeasurable, well that's what everyone says about Rex, but only in the comfort of your arms the façade falls and the real Rex comes out.
request: here
authors note: you guys love Rex fluff (me too lol)
warnings: none
words: 1441
dividers: by @saradika-graphics
masterlist
“A new monster is attacking the city!” the news lady on channel 5 yells into the microphone as the camera crew is dragged away from the scene.
You’re folding the freshly dried laundry by the couch when your ears perk at the voice and you turn up the volume on the living room TV.
In the background, the camera captures the moment Teen Team comes into action before it shuts off and the camera changes to a helicopter view of the fight.
You fold the pile of clothes neatly on the coffee table, your clothing items mixed with Rex’s makes you look back at the TV hoping to catch a glance of him.
And there it is, a flash of orange and yellow rushes forward and outside of the group of heroes.
“Showoff” you mumble to yourself with a playful eyeroll.
Your task gets interrupted by Rex on the screen, he’s fast and agile as he swerves from the monster’s attack and explodes the nearby debris onto the creature making it flinch away.
“Sorry guys I have places to be at!” he yells to the team before grinning to the camera with a wink.
You sigh, shaking your head, you know what he’s referring to. You and Rex decided to have a night in with takeout and movies tonight since you haven’t had much time together with both of your jobs.
When the rest of the team picks up where Rex left off and the fight ends with no major destruction, all that Rex wants to do is go home and leave the nearby reporters for the team to deal with, but before he can go, every news outlet surrounds him instantly.
Microphones and cameras are in front of his face, flashes and voices overwhelming his senses yet he plays it cool, after all his work is to do well under pressure.
“Ladies, ladies! Calm down! You can have one question each” he puts his hands in front of him in hopes he calms the crowd down.
“Rex! You destroyed that monster effortlessly! What keeps you motivated to do so?” a high pitched voice boomed over the others that were trying to ask him questions.
“Dollface, it’s natural talent besides helping pretty people like you help too” his arms flex as he answers and winks to the reporter.
From your comfortable spot on the couch you chuckle as some male voices can be heard groaning with annoyance at his answer and others say in the distance “ugh arrogant” or “big ego”.
“Another question!” another woman pops up in front of the previous reporter.
“Right away, sweety” Rex answers smoothly.
“There are dating rumours surrounding a civilian, can you explain further?” the interviewer asks.
Some people gasp and whisper at the bold question, others stay silent to listen to his answer better.
When the question hits Rex his demeanour changes, the smooth chill flirty guy goes tense, his eyebrows furrow slightly and his smirk falters.
“My personal life doesn’t concern you, sweety” he says to her, plain and simple.
“Actually, it shouldn’t concern any of you, good night!” he turns and says to everyone before leaving.
The reporter turns back to the camera “There you have it folks, some heroes can only be nice by their actions not by their words. Now back with-”
You turn off the TV before the reporter continues to say anymore bullshit about your partner. You storm off to the bedroom to put the clothes away, your steps are heavier and your movements are more aggressive.
“Why can’t people understand that personal and work life don’t mingle?!” you say between gritted teeth.
“What was that?” a voice speaks behind you.
You yelp at the sudden voice and consequently the folded clothes you were holding fall to the ground. You turn around to face none other than Rex himself, still in his cladded hero suit perched against the open window you always leave for him.
You crouch down to the floor and pick up the clothes again.
“I just hate when they talk badly about you” you explain to him.
Rex walks over to you and helps you get the clothes back together.
“I get that babe, but I couldn’t let them know about you, I need you to be safe” he looks up at you.
“I know and I love you for that, still it isn’t fair how they treat you Rex” your hand rests on his cheek as he leans against your touch.
“Thank you for the help though” you smile at him.
Whether you were talking about him helping with the clothes or helping you be safe, Rex pecks your forehead before getting up from the crouched position on the floor and stretching with his arms up, you can hear a slight crack of his spine as he does so.
“I’ll finish the laundry and you can freshen up, alright?” you propose.
“You just read my mind, gorgeous” Rex murmurs, his eyes are getting droopier by the second, you know he rushed that mission to get home early.
Rex makes his way to your shared bathroom already taking his shirt off in the process. His back muscles flex as the shirt is removed, god it’s really hard to not go after him in the bathroom. You shake your thought away and go back to your previous task.
You can hear the shower turn on along with Rex whistling some radio pop song as he gets clean from today’s fight. You smile to yourself thinking how this man has infiltrated every part of your life: your clothes together in the closet, his mug next to yours in the kitchen, your hygiene products mismatched with his on the counter or even right now his whistling fills in the silence as you put the clothes away.
After finishing your chores you lay back on the couch flipping through channels, the recap of today’s mission was on and your frown is prevalent again at the headline “REX SPLODE LASHES AT REPORTER”, you barely notice Rex coming out of the bathroom and heading to your direction.
His frown matches your own as he sees what’s on TV, he can see you’re still upset about the claims, so he picks up the remote from your hand.
“Hey we’re having none of that tonight” he declares and turns off the TV, your reflection stares back at you on the black screen.
Before you can protest, Rex lays on top of you, head on your stomach.
“I just hate that they don’t see you how I do” you explain with a sad sigh.
Rex lifts his head up to face you.
“Sweetheart, I don’t care about them. I only care about you and what you think” his sleepy doe eyes stare into your soul, you know he means every word.
Your hands grab his face, each palm on each of his plush cheeks, his damp hair tickles your knuckles as you do so.
Rex melts instantly, you were his weakness, the soft spot of his life, that’s why he acted the way he did with the reporter back then, because keeping you safe and protected from these evil entities from other worlds is his top priority, there’s no way in hell he would let you in danger by telling the media about you.
Looking at him like this, so relaxed and vulnerable makes you think how crazy is the media that portrays him as selfish, egotistical, arrogant and all those awful adjectives that have nothing to do with the Rex you know. To you, he’s gentle, kind, he melts into you when you sleep and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, he cooks your favorite foods, buys your favorite chocolate when you’re sad and so much more you can’t even say it all.
Your finger traces an old scar under his eye.
“Maybe we should nap before dinner, how’s that?” you whisper to him to not disturb his sleepy state.
He can only mumble affirmingly to your answer, he’s trying his best to stay awake but his eyes are almost closed. You chuckle and place a kiss between his brows.
“Alright, sleep tight”
Those words are all he needs before he collapses his head back onto your stomach nuzzling in place there. Your hands automatically fly to his hair and start to run through the strands, the rhythmic strokes lulls him further to sleep and eventually you fall asleep too.
A nap before dinner wasn’t the plan yet both of you slotted against each other like perfect puzzle pieces on the leathery couch makes tonight even more perfect than either of you expected.
