#rex splode fluff

Rex splode x (femlatina)reader

Pure fluff

Rex was sprawled across the couch with his head resting on your lap while you slowly pulled apart his messy bun, letting his hair fall loose through your fingers.

The second your nails scratched lightly against his scalp, he melted.

Actually melted.

His eyes closed instantly while a tired sigh escaped him.

“There he is…” you cooed softly in your sweetest baby voice while pecking his jaw. “My poor baby boy…”

Rex groaned dramatically but made absolutely zero effort to move away.

“Don’t start…”

“Ay nooo…” you continued lovingly, scratching his head slowly. “My hardworking man is tired? Hmm?”

He buried his face against your stomach immediately.

“Maybe.”

“And sad?”

“…Maybe.”

You smiled so softly at that and spoiled his forehead and neck with gentle kisses while scratching along his back.

“No no mi amor…” you whispered affectionately. “I’m here.”

Rex physically relaxed more with every touch.

Because honestly?

Nobody had ever cared for him this gently before.

Not consistently.

Not without wanting something back.

And the way you looked at him while babying him—like he deserved tenderness simply for existing—did something dangerous to his heart every single time.

“What’s wrong, papi hmm?” you cooed again while pecking his cheek.

Rex whined quietly at the nickname and hid his red face against you harder.

“You’re embarrassing.”

“You love me.”

“…Unfortunately.”

You giggled proudly while continuing to play with his hair until eventually he fell asleep right there on your lap.

And that’s exactly when your secret mission began.

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At 5:00 a.m., you were already awake.

The apartment smelled like vanilla, coffee, and sugar while you quietly baked his favorite cake from scratch.

Soft music played in the background as you moved around in oversized pajamas decorating the apartment with streamers, lights, little handmade signs, and green-and-gold decorations that reminded you of him.

You made his favorite breakfast.

Packed his lunch carefully.

Even put tiny notes inside the containers.

By the time sunrise started glowing softly through the windows, everything was ready.

And at exactly 7:00 a.m., you slipped quietly into the bedroom carrying a tiny cupcake with a candle.

He was still asleep, hair messy across the pillow, completely unaware.

You climbed gently onto the bed beside him and started singing softly.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Rex stirred slowly with a sleepy groan.

“…wha…”

His eyes blinked open blearily only to find you kneeling beside him smiling warmly while candlelight flickered between you.

And for a second—

he just stared.

Still half asleep.

Trying to process the decorations visible outside the room.

The smell of cake.

Your soft singing voice.

The fact somebody remembered.

Somebody cared enough to make all this for him.

His throat tightened instantly.

You kept smiling sweetly while finishing the song softly and brushing messy hair away from his forehead.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

Rex looked at you like his heart had just cracked open quietly.

Because nobody had ever done something like this for him before

Rex Splode just sat there frozen for a moment, staring at the tiny candle flickering between you.

The room still sleepy and warm from sunrise.

Decorations hanging softly around the walls.

The smell of breakfast drifting through the apartment.

And you—

kneeling in front of him smiling like this was the most natural thing in the world.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t blow the candle.

Didn’t even seem to know what he was supposed to do.

Your smile softened immediately.

With your telekinesis, you carefully floated the cupcake away so you could lean forward and wrap your arms around him instead.

“Awwww papi…” you murmured lovingly, caressing the back of his head gently. “What happened?”

Rex swallowed hard.

You cupped his face softly between your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks while looking into his eyes with concern.

“What’s wrong mi amor?” you asked quietly. “Blow the candles… u don’t like your surprise?”

His eyes widened immediately.

“No— no, mama, I love it.”

His voice cracked slightly near the end.

And that’s when you understood.

You glanced around the room too:

the decorations,

the cake,

the breakfast waiting outside,

the tiny notes you’d left everywhere.

Then back at him again.

“What’s wrong papi…” you whispered softly. “What’s on your mind hmm?”

Rex looked down for a second before laughing weakly under his breath.

“I just…”

He rubbed a hand over his face emotionally.

“I dunno what to do with all this.”

Your expression softened even more.

Rex looked around again slowly, almost disbelieving.

“Nobody’s ever…” He stopped. “Not like this.”

Your heart ached instantly.

He looked back at you finally.

“You remembered everything.”

The way he said it sounded almost fragile.

Like he still couldn’t fully understand why someone would care enough to wake up early, decorate an apartment, bake a cake from scratch, make his favorite foods, and look this excited just because he existed another year.

You smiled gently and brushed your fingers through his messy hair.

“Of course I remembered.”

Rex’s eyes watered a little despite him trying to hide it.

And honestly?

Seeing him like this—

soft,

overwhelmed,

completely loved—

made your chest hurt too.

“You deserve nice things too, baby,” you whispered.

That one nearly broke him.

Rex leaned forward suddenly and buried his face against your shoulder while holding onto you tightly.

You immediately wrapped your arms around him again, stroking his hair lovingly.

“No crying on your birthday,” you teased softly.

“I’m not crying.”

“You’re squeezing me like a stressed python.”

He laughed weakly against your shoulder.

Then after a quiet moment, you pulled back just enough to smile at him again and point dramatically toward the candle.

“Now,” you declared warmly, “make a wish, birthday boy.”

You stayed kneeling in front of Rex Splode smiling brightly while the little candle flickered softly between both of you.

Your eyes were practically sparkling with excitement.

“C’mon,” you whispered happily. “Blow the candles.”

Rex looked at you first instead of the cupcake.

And honestly?

For a second he thought this might actually be the wish.

You sitting there in oversized pajamas,

hair messy from waking up early,

looking ridiculously proud of making him feel loved.

His chest tightened all over again.

You tilted your head waiting patiently.

“Well? Before the cupcake melts.”

That finally made him laugh softly.

“Cupcakes don’t melt.”

“You don’t know that.”

Rex shook his head fondly and leaned forward slightly.

Before blowing the candle out, though, he paused.

“What’d you wish for?” you asked immediately.

“You’re not supposed to say.”

You gasped dramatically.

“Ugh. So secretive.”

Rex smiled softly at your pout.

Then finally—

he blew the candle out.

You clapped immediately like he had just accomplished something incredible.

“YAYYY!”

Rex burst out laughing.

“You are so cute.”

“No, no.” You pointed proudly at him. “Birthday rules. Now hug.”

“Those aren’t rules.”

“They are in Latin households.”

Rex snorted and immediately pulled you into his lap anyway while you laughed happily.

The room smelled like sugar and coffee and vanilla frosting.

Morning sunlight spilled softly through the curtains.

And for once, Rex didn’t feel like birthdays were something awkward to survive.

Because now they looked like this:

You smiling at him like he mattered.

Homemade cake.

Warm food.

Soft kisses.

A home filled with love instead of loneliness.

And while you kept rambling excitedly about breakfast and presents and decorations—