bootyhunter | CALL ME OUT

It’s from a helmet I had on when I was free-falling fifty feet in the air!

[He barks, a running a hand through it after growling.]

Yeah, I can’t use that 3-in-1 stuff? It makes my scalp all itchy.

And my balls, yeugh.

Uh, yeah, no one should use that stuff. It's practically criminal that they even make it.

[She ignores the last comment. And since he's taken his hair down on his own, she gives up on doing it herself.]

Not bad, under the helmet.

[Rex frets with his hair, his gaze going sideways. He despises himself for not feeling more confident and acting on impulse like he usually does, but there are days when even The Rex Man/"""~Rexy Boi~"""/and "sexy rexxy???" ~~jfc~~ doesn't feel particularly, well... Sexy.

He wonders, in part, if it's because she's being nice.]

Yeah, well, it's a lot nicer when my face isn't fucked.

[As if the universe knows exactly what's going on, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out to look, and... Oh, great, another horny text from Kate.]

It should fade in a few hours, though.

My healing factor's pretty reliable in a pinch.

It’s part of your charm. I won’t hold it against you.

…Does it hurt? [Her voice is gentle, the hint of concern there as she leans in just so to get a better look at it. It’s— almost a moment, then his phone buzzing jerks her back to reality.]

Please tell me they aren’t calling you back out.

No, no!

[Ah! Genuine Concern, he's immediately uncomfortable. Also, him? Charming??? Yeah, she's definitely horny 4 hotheads or something because, uh, even he's not sure he's falling for that...]

That would be my teammate tryin' to get me to throw her back out.

And those're two very different things!

[He scoffs, letting that joke pass, even though an awkward silence still hangs between them.]

Also, "charming?" If you're gonna flirt with me, at least tell me the truth.

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I didn’t say charming. I said your charm. Different things. You should probably just take the compliment.

[She sounds annoyed, but she’s still smiling.]

What, you’re not even going to reply to her? Poor girl.

[She's smiling. He should be happy, and the shitty part of him is! For some reason, his awful, shitty, undeserving-of-love ass, still manages to get people's attention.

He projects his body as his, when it isn't, not completely. The teeth in his mouth aren't the ones he was born with, as most of them have been knocked out by now. There are wires running all the way up and along his arms beneath his skin, and his bones have been injected with this bizarre polymer that keeps them limber, flexible, and oddly resistant to fractures under high amounts of pressure.

What's his are his shitty jokes. The love he never received from his parents. His lack of responsibility.

And the love he so disastrously spurned from Eve.]

I'm positive the girl just wants a dick pic.

It ain't that serious.

[He waits. There's no second notification.]

If it was, she'd hit me up twice.

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[She nods, not really believing him-- then hanging onto that little bit of a wait.

But then he mentions Kate hitting him up twice if she was serious, and her polite pageant-girl layer slips aside. Here's queen bee, cheer captain Parker Rochford, erupting into laughter. It's probably a little mean, but Parker's always been a little mean, when it's harmless to do so.]

Oh my god-- you've got it down to a system. Now I really feel bad for her.

[Laughter.

Laughter helps. Rex knows that he's not funny enough to be a professional, seeing he's not the kind of suave, charming fuckead with rich parents who's constantly in and out of big-budget films. But a laugh is so much more genuine than the attention paid to his physique, and making someone crack a real smile is a lot less head-hurty than dealing with the constant objectification of his body.

Rex's body isn't really his, and he's often struggled with that. To be quite frank, it currently belongs to the government. But his dumb quips? That's all him and indisputably so, for better or for worse.

He likes that she's a little mean. It's a welcome relief from all the personality policing he receives on the daily. When your job becomes something you have to take home with you, it gets tiring.]

Do you, though? Between Jailbait and the guy who's already halfway to the superhero retirement home, she doesn't really have too many options, so!

We do the occasional team bonding exercise once in a while...

That sometimes requires actual bondage.

[He rubs the back of his neck haphazardly.

Rex knows what he wants. It's something he always wants.

Company. Attention. To feel like he deserves to be seen, if only for a little while.]

She hates me.

[Parker leans back against the corner of the loveseat, her head tilted in his direction so she can still see him while she finally lets go of her precise posture. He does look tired, and she knows she should probably leave him alone so he can get some rest. But she also doesn't want to leave him here, all on his own.

She knows what lonely's like. Immediately after the accident, she'd lost her best friend and her boyfriend. It was her own doing-- and she bounced back okay, but it had still been lonely. If it weren't for her pageant work, she doesn't know if her social status could have been maintained-- if her future would have been okay. So much weighed on carefully built social relationships, crafted throughout generations. She'd damaged things with the Boleyns. The heir to the Tudor fortune was off in some swanky prison. Her pageant friends were nice enough-- but they were competition.

Maybe they were both a little lonely. So she stays.]

Does she really? Why?

[Rex's shoulders heave and he exhales sharply, the noise long and drawn out. This is nice, in a way. Nice doesn't come his way too often.

There's a sort of pleasantness to just talking. He usually does everything to get around to doing literally anything else, usually something physical, whether it be sex, a fight, or another strange beer-filled milk-carton excursion, because he trusts his poise more than he does his heart or his head.]

I can think up a few reasons.

[Parker watches him carefully, noting the way that he breathes. He seems a little more relaxed now, at least.]

Do you care that she hates you? [Its maybe a bit personal— but the questions still sincere.]

[He puffs up one cheek, those nostrils of his flaring momentarily.

It's a good question. Rex can't be sure he has the answer.]

Sometimes?

[Being hated is unavoidable, and it's definitely less desirable than being liked, that's for sure.

But it's better than being ignored.

At least if he's the asshole, he is someone. He will still be remembered.

Even though it isn't for anything great.]

It might be bigger than her, though.

And all the other "hers".

[It’s weird to see him like this. Vulnerable and unmasked, literally. He looks so different than he did prom night, as he pulled her away from the flames.]

It’s normal to be hated. People hate me, all the time.

[Tentatively, she scoots closer to him.]

And for what it’s worth? I don’t hate you.

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Haters are different.

[Vulnerability is uncomfortable, and uncool.

He despises it.]

They're people who don't know your ass, so they take potshots atcha on the 'gram! Havin' haters means you're relevant enough to make randos think about you for way longer than is clinically, contractually, and factually normal, which means-

[Here, he takes a breath.]

They're also probably makin' use of at least a teeeeeny-tiny bit of that frustration to jerk off!

And I dunno about you, but I happen to count any imaginary visitations to the grimy dustbin of brain-sin a win in my book.

[Do you see how long-winded he is getting just to avoid addressing the fact that someone doesn't hate him...]

Okay, but like, you can't know that for-sure for-sure!

You don't even know me that well.

[Her face curls with slight disdain at his tirade about haters— she doesn’t want to think about her own haters in that context.

Disgusting. But then he circles back to her not hating him, and she offers a passive shrug.]

I don’t hate you right now at least. You’d have to try pretty hard to get me to hate you. You saved my life.

[the only thing playing between his ears rn]

...I'm glad you think it's a life worth livin', at least.

[He's voicing his own thoughts out loud, in a way.

A few seconds pass, after which Rex backpedals. Fuck, fuck, fuck-]

Woof, that was dark!

Sorry.

It's just... I think you're the first one of 'em I've met that's actually said thank you.

[tho tbf usually the scenes are so chaotic... he doesn't quite blame people for being unable to show gratitude]

I can't tell if that's because you're nice and shit, or if it's because it's the first time I actually bothered to listen.

[On account of her being hot, by Rex's tastes specifically.]

[It might be dark, but she smiles anyway. It’s something she’s thought about, a lot, since he rescued her.]

I’m making it worth living.

[There’s a glimmer of intensity to her eyes, confident as she says it. ~~The Parker Rochford of it all.~~]

It’s not because I’m nice. I’m not really known for being nice. Maybe I’m just the first one to take the initiative.

[That's a sentiment Rex can admire. In a way, he relates, although he's not entirely sure he's doing as good a job as Parker.

He often plays the fool or ignores the goings-on around him due to his own willfully-ingrained callous nature, but when the cards are down, he's no fool. Rex is good at putting pieces together, and perhaps a little too good for his own mental sanity. He's half-naked, alone in a room with a pretty girl who seems to also want company. She's being oddly kind but not ooey-gooey, and they're in a fairly nice, if all-too-bland, place that they could potentially wreck from a wild night.

The only thing in the fridge is alcohol.]

I'm done messin' around with "nice" people.

[He thinks of Eve. And then, regretfully, Invincible.

Is Kate nice? Overall, yes. He would say she was a good person and a reliable teammate.

But to Rex, specifically? He can't say her motives in regards to their own relationship were ever very charitable. Then again, that is mostly his fault, since he started this on-again, off-again series of superhero booty calls.]

Screw that noise!

I'm not nice.

Nice is the last thing I'll ever be.

There's no use in forcin' it.

[She lets loose another laugh, tossing her head and hair back as she does so. It’s a ridiculously perfect, practiced motion. Like something you’d see in a movie. It should look artificial, but on Parker, it’s effortless.]

Exactly. It doesn’t mean you can’t still be good. Nice and good… they’re different things.

But I don’t care about either of those things. What I want? Is to be great.

[And happy. And be cherished. But she doesn’t say either of those things. She focuses on her image of greatness, instead. She was young, beautiful, and rich. The world was at her fingertips.

She doesn’t know why, despite all this, she’s still reaching. Searching for some purpose.

She could have stayed with George. Settled down, had their two and a half kids. Become a famous mommy blogger. Or she could have gone into the family “business”, claiming some high ranking position she hadn’t yet earned, cementing her rank in upper society. Instead, she’s trying to be Miss America. It’s a single driven purpose, but still vague enough to make her feel a little lost. Without a purpose or a focus to throw herself into. Like… solving a string of murders or something. ]

It’s probably way out of line of me to say. But I think… I understand the shit you heroes go through. A little. Pagents… the gowns, the sashes, the tiaras. They’re like masks.

And underneath mine, I’m kindof a bitch.

Only "kind of?"

[Nice and good are different things.

But are they?

There's definitely some truth to this statement, but his line of work has made it kind of difficult to come up with a solid answer, if he's being truly forthright. Superheroes are supposed to be personable and upright, even if it seems like an unfair and almost insurmountable expectation. In practice, Rex should be able to work with his teammates and put out literal fires on a grandiose scale- Why, why does he also have to be pleasant while doing so?]

Great, huh?

At what, exactly?

Little Miss Teen Queen shmuckaroos have got some seriously messed up expiration dates.

And yours is comin' up pretty fast.

… I don’t know yet. I used to think I did. But I’m not worried, I’ll figure it out. [Shes confident about that part, at least. Her voice carrie’s that confidence, in a way that’s almost overwhelming—- Parker Rochford will find her way.

But she has to scoff at his expiration date comment.]

Rude. I’m not expiring yet. Do I seem like I’m expiring, to you? [She leans forward, closer to him.]

[No!!! The untethered temptation of feminine wiles...

He is a weak man.]

Not if you're flirting with me...

[Rex gulps. He will certainly regret whatever's coming next.]

You're not.

Regardless of that part-- [Her face scrunches in slight annoyance, but she doesn't draw away from him. She doesn't deny the flirting part, either. She just stays there, leaning into his personal space.]

That's right. I'm not. [Then-- she smiles at him. It's one of the too bright beauty queen smiles, this time.]

Do you still want me to leave?

Not flirting, or...

[He too reciprocates, leaning in almost automatically, stopping just short of brushing their noses together. The pull is almost gravitational, and he's reminded that this isn't the first time he's fallen victim to a tug from the whirlpool of bad decisions.]

No.

[Rex practically huffs out, wondering just how long of a shower he'll have to take to wash the stench of shame and desperation out of his hair.]

Look, if you wanna bang a superhero... Just go flash your chimichangas at Bulletproof, alright? I know I've got a bad rep but he's sooooo much worse than I am.

'Least I keep the nudes I've saved on a burner phone!

CALL ME OUT

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pls don't look at me i don't know how computers and electricity all works

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