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therenlover · 3 years

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Welcome Home (Part One of Till Forever Falls Apart, A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Tags: Pre-Relationship, First Meetings, Slow Burn, Post-Wandavision

Rating: T

Warnings: Mild Language, References to Ralph Bohner

Word Count: 2400~

This fic has already been posted to my AO3, along with the next two parts! I’ll be continuing it on both platforms.

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“So… Ralph Bohner?”

Peter looked up from his mug, the tea inside having gone cold long before. His eyes had been fixed on the floor, his leg bouncing far quicker than what should have been humanly possible. It had been a little over 24 hours since the Hex had disappeared, and Peter was firmly of the mindset that he was taking it all very well.

Even to himself, he was a terrible liar.

“Ralph?” His new keeper spoke again, voice soft in the quaint kitchen of the brownstone that Peter would be calling home for the foreseeable future.

It had all been so strange. In one moment he was reorganizing his new attic and trying to figure out how to work the damn DVD player, and somehow in the next, he was a prisoner in his own mind, backseat driving as a witch used his face and voice to torment Wanda. Not his Wanda, though; a new, strange, grieving Wanda with unfathomable power at her fingertips. Thankfully, that didn’t last very long.

After just 2 weeks in this strange new reality, Peter missed the X-Men. He missed his dad, no matter how absent and strange he was. He missed his friends, and his sisters, and the strange normalcy that came with being a part of the team when the world wasn’t in danger. Peter found himself wishing that things would just slow down enough for him to catch up and figure out what the hell was going on. That was a new one for him.

At least he still had his speed. If he had lost his powers in the freak accident that sent him into another universe… well he didn’t want to think about that.

Despite this, the FBI guy who had dragged him out of Westview and across the river to New York had given him an explicit warning not to use his powers while civilians were present. Peter didn’t mind Agent Woo, he seemed like a good guy and treated him with more decency than most government lackeys would have back home, but it was gonna be completely impossible for Peter to avoid using his speed in public. It wasn’t like Agent Woo would even be around to stop him anyway. The only person who could possibly protest was the poor sap that the F.B.I. called in to babysit him, and they would never be able to keep up even if they tried.

“Peter? Are you okay?”

Fuck.

His eyes shot up to meet hers, “You aren’t supposed to know that name,”

“I’m not supposed to know a lot of things,” she replied almost nonchalantly, “but neither of us is known for doing the things we’re supposed to do, are we?”

Peter chuckled, and for the first time in a while, he cracked a genuine smile. “I guess not,”

The smile seemed to please the woman across the counter. Smiling back, she wrapped her hands around her own mug and sat down on a tall stool, leaning towards Peter. “Now, first things first! I want you to ignore whatever rules the FBI gave you while you’re here. My house, my rules, and despite the fact that you’re in witness protection I doubt anyone unwanted will come knocking at the door to snatch you up,”

As she spoke, Peter really took her in for the first time. She was a small thing, in shape and stature, but soft, all rounded edges and gentle touches. Despite her young face, there was an age to her, too. Looking deep into his memories, he realized she had the same haunted look in her eyes that he had seen all too often in the older members of his team. It was the look of someone who has seen unspeakable loss and survived to tell the tale. He decided at that moment that maybe staying with her wouldn’t be so bad.

“So about that rules thing,” Peter tapped his fingers against his half-full mug, doing his best not to speed up and break it, “I don’t exactly do well with rules. They aren’t my thing. I can’t promise that the cops won’t show up at the door, and I especially can’t promise that they won’t be there because of something I did that I knew was against the rules,”

When Peter met the woman’s eyes again she was still smiling, not a hint of displeasure on her face.

“If I had a problem with you being you, Peter, I wouldn’t have offered to take you in. Besides, as long as the cops that show up are human there won’t be a problem,”

Peter paused. “What?”

“That’s a question for another time,” The woman took a sharp turn then, hopping off of her stool and walking her mug to the sink where she proceeded to rinse it out. “Next, even in public, I refuse to call you Mr. Bohner. Ralph I can do if you care about staying anonymous, but I won’t be acknowledging any part of your… chosen last name,” Even as she shuddered, there was humor lacing her voice, “Bohner, though? Really?”

“It’s funny!”

She turned back to Peter with her face scrunched up in faux disgust. “Maybe to a middle schooler,”

“I had just been pulled out of my room, sucked through a portal, and thrown onto the steps of goddamn Quantico, so excuse me for not being on top of my game. Besides, Bohner wasn’t even my first choice. They wouldn’t let me go with Jack Ingoff,”

That was enough to send them both into a fit of giggles.

“Jack Ingoff?” She wheezed, “You tried to get the F.B.I. to give you the legal name Jack fucking Ingoff? That’s just so you,”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re both an idiot and the funniest person I have ever met,”

“I’d better be,”

As they continued to laugh, Peter found himself completely enthralled by this strange woman’s face and it occurred to him that she was incredibly beautiful.

It wasn’t as if she was a supermodel, though in Peter’s eyes it wouldn’t have taken much to make her one. Every part of her just seemed to glow as she gripped her stomach and stifled laughter. She was pretty in quiet ways, in soft glances and gentle touches and unrestrained joy. In the way that everything around her felt like it was full of life. In the kindness that had never wavered while Peter had sat at her kitchen counter, even when he had come through the door swearing at Agent Woo and demanding that he didn’t need a babysitter.

The longer he looked, the more beautiful she became, in actions and words and features combined, and Peter suddenly became aware that if he hadn’t taken the time to really see her, he never would have realized. He was glad he had slowed down for once.

Somewhere down the line, her laughter quieted.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “what’s your deal?” The cold mug in his hands was suddenly extremely interesting.

Across the counter she stilled, frozen in place for a moment. When she spoke, her voice held an edge of… fear? “What do you mean?”

Peter did his best to backpedal.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I was just wondering what you did to get stuck with me, that’s all. I doubt they would stick my annoying ass with just anybody, especially after… well everything that went down in Westview. Plus, I’m not just a normal dude. What average New York socialite would take in a kleptomaniac who just so happens to also be inhumanly fast out of the goodness of their heart?”

As he spoke, her shoulders relaxed and she loosened her grip on the edge of the marble countertop. “Oh, my deal,”

“Yeah. There’s more to you than what meets the eye, I can tell,” Something in the way her face flushed at his words made Peter’s heart fill with pride.

“I… well I had a unique upbringing,” she responded, voice careful and measured while she watched the floor, “I’m not a mutant, not like you, but I have a little bit of power at my disposal that makes me useful to heroes and hero adjacent agencies. I’m not a part of the team, my skills aren’t usually helpful when it comes to fighting, but they keep tabs on me just in case I’m needed. This was one of those times,”

Peter snorted. “Sounds like a pretty shitty deal,”

“Trust me, if I didn’t have to have the government breathing down my back, I wouldn’t, but after I worked with the Avengers they pulled up my file and found out I shouldn’t exist, so they’ve been keeping a pretty close eye on me ever since,”

“Ah… well, next time just don’t get caught,”

“Not all of us have the luxury of being able to dodge bullets and outrun law enforcement, Peter. Besides, I like this house and I’m not quite in the mood to have to abandon it just yet.”

He shrugged. “To each their own. Now how the hell did you get stuck with me? Were you just the closest or did everybody else refuse,”

“Well, actually I offered to take you in,”

Peter choked on the air. “Why the hell would you do that?”

She was quick to defend herself, and in a way him too.

“Because Jimmy is my friend, and when a friend needs a favor I try to help them out. It’s more than that, though. I won’t lie. I’m fascinated by you, Peter Maximoff. I find you wonderful exactly how you are and I couldn’t stand to let any of the other assholes in New York try to stomp out your personality. Here with me, you can just be you, and knowing that you’re able to be comfortable until we find you a way home was more than enough of a reason for me to volunteer to take you in. Besides, if you weren’t with me you’d probably be in the tower’s holding cell, and believe me, that wouldn’t be any fun,”

It took Peter a minute to fully digest what he was hearing.

He wasn’t going to be a burden. There would be no curfews or screaming matches or long lectures about his chosen pastimes. She wanted every single part of him there and had already gone out of her way to assure him that even the worst of him was welcome under her roof. Even during his time at X-Mansion, he had never been treated like this.

Sure, he had been himself there. People would yell or try to stop him from doing what he wanted but their efforts were futile. He couldn’t be tamed. At best the other members of the team had just tried to ignore him until his powers came in handy. He was an annoyance at worst and the household funny guy at best, and yet now a total stranger wanted him around. It took all of Peter’s small reserve of restraint to not take a victory lap around the block there and then.

Being wanted was the best feeling in the world.

When his head cleared, he smiled again. “You know, when Agent Woo brought me in here I was fully prepared to wait for him to leave then make a run for it, but I’ve decided to save you from the F.B.I.’s wrath and stay for a while instead. You’re welcome,”

He expected a snappy retort, but instead, her words came out strangely genuine, almost a whisper. “Thank you for saving me, Peter. I appreciate it,”

“Any time,”

Slowly the flush from before crept back onto her face.

“I know you’re not the type who likes to be tied down, so I won’t keep you here much longer,” she said, before taking Peter’s mug to the sink, “but there are just a few more things I need to tell you before you go off to do whatever it is you do on a Thursday morning.”

He would never admit it but Peter felt anything but tied down. Instead, he just nodded.

“Go for it,”

She washed the mug as she spoke. “Alright, well first of all what’s mine is yours. Unless I specifically ask you not to use something you have free reign over whatever you need. You can come and go as you please, I keep odd hours and don’t mind a little noise even when I’m sleeping. The house is pretty simple layout-wise, you can explore whenever you want, but the room at the end of the hallway to your right is my bedroom and I’d prefer if you didn’t go in there unless you need to. Your room is the first door at the left of the stairs on the second floor and… well, I think that’s all,”

There was a sort of sorrow in the woman’s eyes when she stopped, placing the now clean mug on a drying rack before turning to face Peter again. A yearning. It made Peter want to… well, he didn’t quite know what it made him feel. He just wanted to do whatever would ease the strange pain that resided in his new friend.

He went to speak but nothing came out.

“Is everything okay Peter?”

It was Peter’s turn to flush, face red with shame. “I...uh, well, I wasn’t quite paying attention when the agent introduced us. I’m gonna need to know your name if I’m living with you,”

It came as no surprise when she laughed gently, making her way across the kitchen towards the living room, passing Peter at the counter on her way. “My name is Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you, Peter,” The strange sorrow was still present, reflected in her words, but it seemed lighter than before, more manageable.

“Nice to meet you too Y/N,”

“I’m heading to work,” she pulled on a light jacket as she spoke, “so feel free to explore at your own leisure while I’m gone. I’ll hopefully be back by 5, but sometimes things run late. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

Peter shook his head no. “If I can’t find something I need I’ll just run out and grab it myself.

Y/N laughed again. “Just don’t get caught, you won’t know the number to call from jail yet,”

“I’m sure I’ll manage,”

She paused, halfway out the door. “Oh, and Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Welcome home,”

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a/n: Thank you so much for reading! I have 3 1/2-ish parts of this series written, but the plan is for it to be a long haul where each part is a connecting oneshot. I hope you’re excited!

Please don’t post my work to other sites, thanks!

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #evan peters #quicksilver #x-men #quicksilver x reader #marvel #wandavision #ralph bohner #fanfic

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highqueenofelfhame · 5 years

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MORE MORE MORE YOU'VE TURNED ME INTO A NEEDY MONSTER I NEED MORE MOB BOSS AU WHAT DOES ROWAN DOOOOOOO 🤤

HERE WE GO - LAST ONE BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP AND I’LL DO MORE TOMORROW I’M POSITIVE

“You’re kidding me, right?” It had been two days since they had had something of an argument, two days since she had even bothered to so much as look at the man. She had spent her time tending to other men and avoiding his gaze altogether. Now, however, everyone else had gone home and he was sitting on her vanity bench, a large box with a red bow in hand. She was tugging on her sweats when he dropped into the seat, handsome face manipulated into a frown. At her words, he held the box out toward her, lips pressed into a single line. Aelin locked eyes with him in the mirror, pulling on her sweatshirt before she turned and took it from him, setting it down on her desk. She hated how close she was standing to him, hated that his knee brushed against her leg when he shifted where he sat.

“Just…open it,” his voice was even hard and tense, enough so that she looked at him briefly before untying the bow and lifting the top off. Beneath black tissue paper was a gold silk dress, backless with thin crystal straps. The v was deep, the dress itself completely stunning. Aelin quirked a brow and turned to face him, carefully putting the dress back into the box. “I need someone to take to a party, and I would like for that person to be you.”

“Of course you’re only doing it because you want something out of it. Do you even know how to apologize like a normal human being?” Rowan was quiet, his jaw feathering where he clenched it. “Fine, whatever.” Aelin waved a hand dismissively, put the lid back on the box and tied the ribbon into a sloppy bow.

“Great. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at eight,” and then he was moving to leave the room, only pausing in the door when she spoke.

“What were you going to do if I said no?” His lips twitched at the corners as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

“Apologize.”

~*~

Aelin couldn’t have picked a better dress if she tried. It clung to every curve of her body like a glove, complimented her skin and hair perfectly. She’d almost say that she had never looked better, and perhaps she hadn’t aside from all the lingerie she’d been wearing as of late. The knocking began as soon as she’d stepped into her shoes, so she half jogged over to the door, keeping the hem of her dress in her hand. She swung the door open, half expecting to see Fenrys, but true to his word, Rowan Whitethorn stood on her doorstep. Well, not really her doorstep. It was her fake decoy apartment, but he was there.

“Celaena,” his voice was low, eyes glazed as he took her in, the large emerald that hung at her throat, the earrings, the way her hair was twisted up off her neck. “Good,” he said, not saying anything else has he offered her his hand, which she ignored with a roll of her eyes and she began walking down to the car. She climbed in the back of the black SUV that waited for them, Rowan getting in the other side.

They were silent on the way to the party, Aelin gazing out the window the entire ride. She avoided conversing, didn’t even bother to greet Fenrys whose curly mop was occupying the front seat. In the back was someone that looked identical to Fen, yet someone less beautiful with dark hair. She’d never realized he had a twin, but she supposed that maybe she wasn’t meant to. A golden haired man occupied the drivers seat, who somehow looked too kind to be involved in the mob.

Fenrys helped her out of the car and she followed them all into the party, Rowan being the only person to walk beside her, his hand hovering over her back. Close, but not quite close enough to touch her until they stepped over the threshold of the door. As a burlesque dancer, she didn’t know any of the people in the party. As detective Aelin Galathynius, however, she knew the face of every single person here. Some of them were lesser people within the mob, some were known associates of Rowan’s. Others were people said to be higher ranking. These were people she had been surveilling for over a year, people she knew entirely too much information about. Some of these people, they had enough on them to arrest them. Tonight would have been the perfect night to bust all of these people, it would have been the biggest bust of her career. But they had pulled back, told her to keep doing recon, keep her comms open in case anything changed. Stay on your toes, her captain had said. Remember everything you can. So she would.

Aelin shifted away from Rowan, still a little annoyed with him and the way he’d been acting the last few days, and instead hooked her arm through Fenrys’s, snagging a glass of champagne off a tray that wandered by. Fen looked down at her, his eyes flashing over to Rowan’s before he led her away, no doubt having earned approval.

“How come you’re so fun but everyone else is always so uptight?” She asked, sipping the champagne that nearly matched her dress in color. Fenrys laughed, pulling his golden curls up onto the top of his head and securing it with a hair tie.

“You’re asking why Rowan has such a stick up his ass?” Aelin nodded in response, sitting on an elaborate settee in one of the many sitting rooms throughout the mansion. Overhead, a massive chandelier glittered, sending reflective rainbows all across the room.

“Yeah, I mean, is it some kind of rule?” Fenrys sat down next to her, throwing his arm over the back of the couch.

“Whitethorn is just…Whitethorn. I’ve known him since I was a teenager. Rough childhood, his dad was-“ his voice slowly trailed off, ending in an abrupt cough. Aelin looked behind her to find Rowan, hands in his pockets.

“Celaena, can I…just come on,” he nodded toward the backyard, and despite the frown that she let overtake her lips, she stood and took his arm, allowing him to lead her outside. Twinkle lights covered all the trees, a massive fountain in the center of the yard had water spewing from a cherub’s mouth. Why criminals always had such taste for luxury was always a mystery to Aelin, but she supposed they did it for the same reasons anyone did: because they could.

“You’re such a charmer,” she said to him sarcastically, looking around for anything she could report back to the captain when she got into the station tomorrow. “Really, It’s shocking that-“ but she was cut off by his mouth moving on hers, his hand cupping her jaw as he kissed her. Aelin started to pull away but he slid his hand to the back of her head, holding her there as his tongue slipped into her mouth, swirling in lazy circles as her own hands wrapped around his neck, tangled in his hair.

After that, everything happened very quickly. Before she realized what was happening, shouting filled her ears as police swarmed the scene, two men shoving Rowan to the ground despite his bewildered expression, despite the way his eyes met hers and filled with rage when someone, no not someone, Chaol yanked her down the path by the forearm, and then she couldn’t see Rowan anymore.

~*~

Rowan was furious. Seething. Absolutely livid and seeing red. The way the cop had grabbed onto Celaena made fire ignite in his veins, because there was no reason for anyone to be handling her that way. In all of this, in his life, she was the only thing that didn’t deserve to be manhandled and thrown around like a puppet on a string. It wasn’t until he was being led to the police car that he even saw her again, the same tall, brown haired cop arguing with her by a police car. Why he was putting up with it now didn’t make any sense when he surely wasn’t having any of her protests when he jerked Celaena from his arms moments ago. It didn’t make any sense at all until the brown haired, blue eyed police officer was ducking his head into the back of a police car. Rowan’s eyes didn’t leave Celaena, and he opened his mouth to yell for her just as she jerked her hands away from the officer and shoved him, yelling something else at him before she shoved him again and turned to walk away, opening the driver side of the police car closest to her. It was then that it all clicked, as her eyes met his across the drive, as the door was slammed in Rowan’s face. As an emotion he didn’t quite recognize flashed on Celaena’s features that he didn’t quite recognize, and then she was climbing into the car and disappearing from view.

~*~

“What the hell was that? If you’re going to make the biggest bust of my career that I’ve been working at for MONTHS I should be informed. I should know when my life is at stake!” Aelin shouted as she pushed through the captain’s office door, the door itself slamming back against the wall. Everyone in the station turned to watch, nobody pretending not to. Chaol entered the room right after her, just as mad as she was.

“Did you need to be warned for your safety or so we wouldn’t walk in on you fucking the target?” Chaol quipped from beside her, only for Aelin to whip around, pointing a finger in his face. In these shoes, they were just about eye level.

“I wasn’t fucking him, fuck you, Westfall.”

“How many times, Aelin? How many times did you break conduct for a criminal?” He sneered, and Aelin crossed her arms over her chest, tears pricking at her eyes and her face bright red. It felt like all the blood in her body was pulsing in her face, she was hot all over, and she could barely keep the tears at bay. “He was going to find out anyway.”

“He didn’t have to. Not because – my safety is at risk. You all realize that, right? Did anybody care that I was going to walk out of there with a damn bounty on my head? Let me talk to him. Let me talk to him, he trusts me. I can get to him, I can-“

“Aelin-“ and then she threw her hands up in anger, knowing that it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing she said mattered anymore.

“Badge and gun, I know,” she said, digging in the purse she’d grabbed from her cruiser and throwing them both on the ground at Chaol’s feet. “I wish that would have fucking misfired.” And then she was gone, storming out of the station and leaving a tense, sullen silence in her wake.

#rowaelin #rowaelin au #tog au #mob boss au #tog #throne of glass #throne of glass au

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adamxanzio · 6 years

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“I Love My Friends. I Hate Bullies” [working title]

I posted this on stupid-ass FB a while ago. It deals with my views on human rights, and how I tend to handle tense situations. Copied and pasted from my notes app.

💜🌹🌷Soooo... I met some really great friends a while ago. Two of them I’ve been kickin’ with steadily. Both of them female (</sarcasm> because, despite what pilgrims like Steve Harvey tell you, it’s totally possible for dudes and girls to be actual friends without wanting “other shit”, or having “other shit” going on; which is totally fine, and not shameful in the least... or maybe that’s just me).

😕Recently, while we were out at a club, dancing and goofing off, as I usually do, some dude standing close by tried to touch the bum of one of my friends. I saw it clear as day, in this dark room, with flashing lights. I decided to keep my eye on this... “person”, as he didn’t make actual contact with her that time. I know I should have done more, at that very moment, and I’m sorry for that. So, this dude tries it again, and makes contact. I look at him right in the eyes, and shake my head “no” at him. My friend didn’t seem to notice. He does not respond. Once again, I didn’t do what I really felt like doing, and I am very sorry. SO, he tries again, a third time. I slap his hand away, get right in his face, and shout at him that I will fuck him up if he touches my friend again. Here I am, shouting in this guy’s face, pointing, and being openly aggressive with him. Not my usually behavior, but it comes out now and then.

🙁The guy walks a short distance away, while I continue to keep an eye on him. The only reason this guy isn’t either thrown out or battered on the ground, is because I myself didn’t wanna risk getting thrown out (though I like this club, I slowly stopped caring if I got banned for fighting, because the safety of my friend is obviously more important). This dumbass comes up to me, like 5 fuckin’ minutes later, trying to put his hand on my shoulder (which I did not let happen), and talk to me in my ear. I keep a short distance, and I decide to hear him out (which I didn’t want to do. I wanted to choke-slam him, among other things, but I was still trying to not have things go there); standing ready for anything else to happen. He says: “yo, don’t ever come at me like that again, bruh. I don’t play that shit”, and a bunch of other flexing horseshit. I shout at him in his ear “FUCK YOU, IDIOT! You grabbed my friend’s ass! Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit!”. He tries to talk over me, shouting about how I shouldn’t talk to him the way I did. FIRST OF ALL... If he is more concerned with my tone and choice of words, than he is with being caught grabbing a strangers ass, then he’s a piece of shit. That’s exactly what I told him at that moment, along with some other choice words. I’m not affected by words, but I could tell that he was. I shouted every hurtful, demeaning thing I could think of about him, not caring about the outcome. I continued to berate him, expecting him to try something, but he stepped away after a few seconds. I told my friend’s boyfriend, who was not too far away, what happened. Turns out this turd who was touching my friend improperly was related to the owner of the club, and was rolling with some “gangsta” types. I told him: “fuck you, and your stupid-ass friends. I don’t care who your friends are, and I don’t care who you’re related to. If your concern is my tone, and choice of words, over what you tried to do with my friend, then fuck every last one of you! You piece of shit! You turd! You scum! You fucking nothing! ...The situation was taken care of, without me having to do anything more. We then went to a quieter place, and talked, as friends do.

☹️I don’t care who you are, who you know, if you’ve been drinking (I definitely don’t care about that. I have zero tolerance for people making excuses for themselves and for others based on if they’ve been drinking), or whatever other meaningless shit people use to feel good about themselves, or feel cool or important; if you do shit like in this situation, your humanity and your “rights” go out the fucking window. Fuck that “gangsta” bullshit. Fuck that whole image. I’m neither impressed nor intimidated by that garbage. Buncha fuckin’ clowns. Even if my friend was a complete stranger, it would have been dead wrong, and would not be tolerated. Also, I must stress that I’m aware of my friend’s feelings toward this kind of treatment to people. I didn’t just go off, blindly, in defense of someone. I know how annoying and unnecessary that can sometimes be.

🤔Some would say: That’s the risk you run being at a club, that’s the risk you run being an attractive woman, etc. ...Well, you also run a risk of messing with people that will not accept, or will not brush off that kind of behavior.

😢Please keep in mind, I don’t like talking about violence, fighting, or altercations like these. I really don’t. The point of this story is to express how I feel about my friends, and give a glimpse into how I handle situations like this. ......I’m a big, brown guy, and it’s easy to stereotype me the wrong way. I don’t go around looking for fights, but I do stay ready for them, even in my most vulnerable, fun-loving moments. Also, I know I also look like a big, soft, androgynous, gigantic dork, who wouldn’t do anything, and doesn’t stand for shit. Both of those are wrong. I may look like a “pussy-ass faggot” (not my terminology. I don’t use words like that in that context, because I think they’re stupid, but I hear it pretty often about myself), but imagine how soul-crushing it would be to get stomped the fuck out by a “faggot” like me. There is a time and place for everything. Just because I’m capable of causing a great deal of harm to others, doesn’t mean I go flexing that everywhere. I don’t think it’s cool, sexy, or even tough. I don’t flex. I don’t walk around trying to be some character. “Putting on a show” doesn’t win fights, but it does show how weak you potentially are. It’s like glass, as I can see right through, and it’s easily breakable. I don’t want to hurt anybody, but I most certainly will, should it ever come to that; which I hope it never does. I can be a cuddly teddy bear, or a full grown grizzly (I prefer “teddy” over everything else in life. All I want in life is good music and hugs from sweet people; but that doesn’t keep me from being prepared for the worst. I don’t like that, but that’s just the world we live in). ...Maybe you think my approach is “wrong”, or contradictory in some way. Well, I’m sure you’d handle it MUCH better. Your templated ethics, and evident lack of experience will only do so much.

🤫I don’t know how long I’m going to keep this post up, because of my feelings toward violence, how upset I was, and the look of discussing things like this. ...At the same time, I’ve let a lot of shit slide that I shouldn’t have in the past, and it makes me really sad that I didn’t do what I felt in my heart, and what I felt was right, for the people I care about, or myself. I didn’t stand up when it was right, and sometimes expected the person affected to stand up for themselves, as I stood by quietly, letting the idiot talk, so they could reveal how shitty they really were. It makes me really sad, to the point of tears, and I’m so sorry to those who I could have stood up for, especially as someone who claims to care a great deal about human rights. I believe the same energy we used to smash neo-Nazis years ago, should be used on misogyny, homophobia, and, dare I say it, this aggressive yet watered down Puritanism that still lingers here and there.

🙅🏾‍♂️Fuck acting “tough”. Fuck fragile masculinity, and “being a man” in general. Fuck entitled idiots. Cherish your actual friendships. Stomp this kind of behavior out, as soon as it shows its ugly-ass head.

With love. ❤️💜💙

Theee end. 💐

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