♥ Welcome to the real world. posted October 22, 2009, 5:08 am

Sometimes the most true of words can come from the tween authors of slash fanfiction.

He doesn’t want to be an early-morning booty call. He doesn’t want to be a hobby, or a fuck-buddy or anyone’s right hand. He sleeps around because he’s looking, because Max wants to believe that someday, somewhere, he’ll find someone worth quitting for; he wants to believe that someday he’ll stop being the third (or fifth or seventh) wheel and find someone worth keeping around.

Okay, so his methods are a bit fucked. Sue him.

So Maxxie gets around. He gets around with drunken bar paramours who buy him one too many drinks and them press him into corners and suck bruising kisses onto the skin of his throat.

Sometimes they’re kind, considerate; other times, they’re not at all what Max needs. Sometimes he comes out sated, other times bleeding, and none of those times he ever tells his friends about. It’s killing him, maybe, one little death at a time, but it makes him feel so alive.

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So let them call him slut. Let them judge and catcall and jeer until their faces turn blue and their breath runs out. Maxxie doesn’t care. He knows what he’s doing.

Mostly.

Derived from sogneremo: sans parachute – 1/1. (tony x maxxie)