max monroe

What does it say about me that I have literally been agonizing over this question for hours???? 

Okay so – these are my top contenders, but I can’t decide who???? is The Worst™??? 

Leck Quasar - an obvious answer. he’s a horrible person. he’s violent, rash, unbalanced, sadistic, cruel, an actual murderer, bUT he at least is super loyal to his family which, I’m realizing is more than I can say for my next contestant. also, he was literally raised in a cult/was brainwashed since birth like … he hardly had a chance, tbh. 

Rob Barret - so, at first glance, he is NOT as bad as Leck. Like he’s literally risking his life r/n as part of a resistance to fight the evil queen!!!! but that’s about all he’s got going for him and as he stews in his own emotions of feeling held back/inferior to his bros, he’s proven that he will do ANYTHING to get the glory he “deserves” including selling his nephew and murdering his sister-in-law who are the two most important ppl in his brother’s lives and he doesn’t even bat an eye at this. 

Max Monroe - okay so he hasn’t killed anyone, but I can’t think of 1 good thing to say about him???? he’s super manipulative, abusive, toxic, and selfish. the only person he cares even a little bit about is noah and tbh he’d screw him over in a heartbeat if it meant he could gain from it. I don’t think he’s ever done a good thing in his life

Elias Turner - he acts like the perfect gentleman/family man, but he’s literally conducting secret experiments on people in his basement????? and he’s manipulated his own little brother into murdering/kidnapping innocent people??? and his brother is who he cares for most in the entire world, outside of himself?????? 

So many!!!!!! There’s a lot of them who haven’t ever even tried cooking at all???? And just kinda think food just appears for them??? Like Rowlin Stafford, Leck Quasar, Henrietta Allen, Ward Eastwood, Chase Hawthorne, Max Monroe, Renfry Moran, Cornelius Pembrooke, Lennox Stanford, and Harvey Wilder would all cook terrible meals (if they could be bothered to even try … which I don’t think any of them would be. Except maybe Ward when he’s trying to impress the ladies, but lbr he def thinks that having a five star chef cook a private meal for them is more impressive so …) 

I know that Roran DeGrey and Kara Larsson have both tried cooking and failed terribly (but they both keep trying ~*~thumbs up emoji~*~) 

for @clauwrites

“Wow, Maxipad, looking hawt,” commented Ria, dryly.  She was leaning on a pillar, and had just witnessed him gracelessly tripping on - as far as she could tell - nothing.  It had pretty much made her day and she hadn’t even had to do anything to make it happen.  “Please let me be the mother of your horrible bastard offspring.  I think it’d be exciting to raise the antichrist.”

Ria had just gotten off work and walked into the street just in time to see Max.  In general, seeing him was not a good thing, but she believed in small blessings.  “Wait, oh my God, are you heading to the grocery store?” she inquired, hooking a thumb over her shoulder, in mock-seriousness.  “Does the golden god stoop to grocery shop?  Stunning!  It’s just like us mortals.  I am blessed,” she added, pressing a hand over her heart.  Does he eat, too?  What must it be like to be trapped in a mortal body?”

Getting Noah to do it would be easy. You put something just right, and Noah would practically pay you to do your errands for you. All he had to do was comment about how much more in shape he’d gotten since he started doing the grocery shopping and how lifting the food had toned his arms nicely ... and Noah would offer to do his, too. 

The idiot. 

“Oh shut up, Ria,” Max said, annoyed, “You wish you could get a piece of this.” He said, gesturing to himself. “But you know you can’t, so all you can do is try to convince yourself that you’d actually say no if I tried to have sex with you.” 

He scoffed, “Yeah, like I’d be caught dead in there,” He said, gesturing to the building behind her. 

Max Monroe was a horror story in Harry’s circles: prince turned pauper.  For himself, Harry preferred not to think of him, as the mention of him conjured a deep-seated fear that lurched in Harry’s belly: where would Harry be without all this?  It wasn’t worth considering and, thus, neither was Max.

Harry indulged the desire to laugh as he took in Max’s drab appearance.  “Ironic,” responded Harry, brows contorting as he stuck his tongue in his cheek in bemusement.  “I’d have expected that line from someone who was at least dressed for the occasion.  What is that?” he laughed again, gesturing broadly, drink in hand.  The liquid splashed onto a nearby guest, but Harry didn’t notice.  “Last year’s suit?  Ouch.  Was that really the best you could do?”

“It is, actually. Trying out the vintage look.” He said, “My mom didn’t have to fuck anyone to get it, so in a way, it’s better than your’s.” He smirked. 

He nearly choked on his drink when Harry said that his sister could do better than Lex Porter. “Better than Lex Porter? And who would that be, might I ask? Have the gods fallen from the heavens and now walk among us? Because unless that has happened, she can’t do better. Lex, on the other hand ... “ 

The zombie raises his head, torn cheek leaking black fluid that may once have been blood.  His face has turned to a greenish hue of death, but Lissa sees through to the man she loves at once.  Dropping down to one knee before the dreadful, she reaches out with one trembling hand.  A tear rolls down her cheek.  “Max,” she whispers, touching her lover’s face.  A growl escapes the zombie, but when Lissa touches him, something shifts in his face.  Max too stretches out a hand, reaching for Lissa’s butt-

Lissa looked up sharply when she saw a figure approaching.  It was none other than Max Monroe and, putting down her pen, the girl called out.  “I was just writing a zombie friend fiction about you.”  The sound was closer to a monotone than a shout, really, as was often the way with Lissa.  She blinked and waited patiently for him to respond.  “It’s about our epic forbidden zombie love,” she supplied.  “We were about to have some hot zombie sex.”  

His own butt would star prominently in that steamy scene.  Afterall, Max was one of the top three butts in all Virginia Beach.  She hoped he was proud of having such an exceptional bum.  He ought to be.  Neither Owen nor Tom seemed to quite appreciate their…assets as they ought.

The thick sexual tension between them - always present when they were together, Lissa knew - was it’s own entity by now and it hovered in the space between them, in the look in Max’s eyes as he stared hard at her.  She wondered if he was imagining touching her butt.  She often pictured herself touching his, afterall.

“Whoa, whoa whoa -- did you just say zombie sex?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, “Okay, because I’d never be a zombie. The zombie apocalypse hits this town, who do you think this town would look to to save them? I’d kick so much zombie ass, there probably wouldn’t even be an apocalypse, because I would single handedly stop it from spreading. But that aside, even if I was a zombie: you and me would not have sex. I could still do much better than you, trust me on this one,” He said, putting up a hand to stop her from talking. 

So, I realized this the other day: Drew hates Max. So I feel like, Annie probs got with Max after things blew up with Drew and wasn’t talking with her just because she knew there was bad blood there ~~sorta. She’s pretty self destructive when it comes to relationships with me, so I feel like, her knowing Drew isn’t fond of Max might have driven her in that direction. Just because she was so mad at herself for hurting him, she wanted to find more ways to make herself feel like bad about her actions. Annie is legit very bad with those she dates etc.

Here’s a PSA to all the hot rich guys in VA whom I found crackship/maips of alycia and your boys. LOL

Max

Somehow I wanna say these two are friends but it makes ZERO sense? Esp if Max did a number on Cece. BUT LIKE I feel like maybe they met as kids when Stella visited her fam here in VA and just since then have been buds? Plus, Ginny and Cece are best friends, so I’m sure they’ve all known each other and what not. Stella: Max Monroe, what can I say, you’re the thorns to my rose.

Noah

“Noah, I will work out with you after you move all of Adam’s things across town.”

“Wow, Noah, you’d look so hot painting Adam’s room for me. You know, without a shirt and all. Adam’s window faces the road… I think I’ve seen Jane walk by.”

Ian

OK BUT HOW CUTE IS THIS MANIP?

They have some connections ~~Ginny through Cece, maybe Max (which wouldn’t be a good connection, but…) I think it’d be sweet if they were friends or something.

Harry

I’m down b/c Max only has like one friend!!! :DD And yeah Kate and I are still figuring out the details about Cece/Max, but I feel like that did end badly and he also treats Ginny horribly ... so idk maybe they are friends who fight a lot, haha??? Like Stella gives him crap all the time about how he treats ppl and he just rolls his eyes at her, haha, but maybe they still hang out sometimes??? I can see them being divas together lmao. ;DDD