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sturnsslut · 6 months ago

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better - matt sturniolo

a/n - this is a filler until i’m done with my chris smut 😔. i’m sorry there’s a lot of yapping but the backstory matters !

contains - soft dom!matt x sub!reader, fighting (barley), unprotected sex, mirror sex, praise, fingering, begging, oral

summary - reader and matt make a bet !

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‘ i seen your love, you got me baby ‘

it was a friday night and my boyfriend had just canceled on me last minute for the 3rd time this week. i was literally all dressed up, waiting for him to come and pick me up. i sighed when i read his message saying that he " had something come up "

bullshit.

i had a feeling he had been cheating on me for a while, but i didn't have any solid proof so i just stayed quiet. i was about to get into my pajamas when i got a text from nick saying how theyre having a party at their house tonight , and how matt would pick me up.

nick 💗

HEY

we're having a party tn

can you come

pleaseeeeee

matt can pick you up

i feel like i haven't seen you in forever

you

nick it's been 4 days 😭

but i mean

let me see

i pulled out my phone to text liam, my boyfriend . i had to make sure that we really weren't going out , so i was just double checking.

liam

Can't go

Something came up

you

bro what ??

im literally ready

why tf is this just now being brought up

liam

I don't know what you want me to do lmfao

you

im going to nicks party then

liam

Says who?

Your staying at the house

you

why are you being weird 💀

yes i am

lmfao ok dad

liam

That fucking matt kid

Your always looking at him

And he looks at you like he's

in love or some shit so no your not going

you

bro

u can't be serious

i never look at him

liam

K well

i don't want you close enough to him

so that there's even a chance something could happen

you

read 10:39 pm

i laughed and rolled my eyes, he really thinks he's in control of me...i scrolled back to nicks contact and texted him

you

come get me 😝

nick

YAYYYY

we're like 5 mins away

can we come in so i can say hi to ur cat

you

omfg 😭 yea

im ready anyways cause

ofc my bf cancelled on me again

nick

girl.

you can do better

i feel like everyone knows

he's cheating on you...

you

yea me to

i just don't have any proof yet

anyways lmk when ur here

nick

okay

we're like abt to pull up

you

doors unlocked 😛

i waited until i saw their van in my driveway, and opened the door watching them walk up to my porch

immediately hugged nick and chris, but i just smiled at matt and he returned the gesture.

there had always been something, weird between me and matt. it wasn't friendship, but it wasn't hate either. it was weird.

i led nick to my room and picked up my cat, kiko, handing her to him

i walked out of my room to see chris sitting on the couch and matt just leaning against the door on his phone, like he couldn't wait to leave.

“uh you know you can sit down matt...” i said awkwardly, causing him to look up from his phone and just respond with “i know”

i shrugged it off and went back to my room where i'd left nick, and asked him what he thought of my outfit.

i asked him if he thought it was ' too formal ' for a party since it was originally an outfit for my date.

i was wearing a short black dress with spaghetti straps, my hair down and some light makeup

“girl you look hot. don't change” i smiled and went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup a little, once i was done i grabbed my bag and asked nick if we're ready to go “you ready?” i questioned, putting my bag on my arm

“yeah let's go” he said before saying bye to kiko and putting her down

“come on guys” nick said walking out of my room, resulting in everyone making their way to the door.

once we got into the van i was in the back , with nick while chris and matt were up front obviously. on the way there, i just had the urge to look up from my phone

i looked up and caught matt starring at me through the rearview mirror, he immediately looked away once he saw me though.

we eventually got to the triplets house and it was already packed. we all got out of the van and while we were making our way to the door, i asked nick “you let all these people here without you guys home?”

“yeah, justin and nate are here so it should be fine.”

i hummed in response and walked behind nick and chris, with matt behind me for some reason.

nate opened the door and dapped up matt after i walked in, and i heard him say “hot date bro”

“she's not my date” matt replied sounding slightly annoyed. nate raised a brow in confusion

“then…why..were you walking behind her? and starring at her ass, like, the entire time you were walking up…me and justin literally saw you through the window.”

i turned my head around for a quick second to see matt shushing nate and punching him (sort of) playfully on the shoulder

i felt my cheeks heat up, but why? why did i care how matt was looking at me? whatever.

i made my way to the kitchen where nick and chris were, we just gossiped about random shit.

nick was talking to chris and while i waited for my turn to speak, i looked around and saw...my boyfriend? what? he said he had an emergency?

and of course, he was making out with some skanky bitch from my school who knew we'd been dating.

i told nick i'll be right back and made my way over.

“fuck you. family emergency?? your fucking unbelievable.” i shoved him then faced the girl “and bitch as for you, he's gonna do the same shit hes doing to me right now. you aren't gonna fucking last.”

he looked totally wasted and was slurring his words, but i heard him say “you were just a good fuck. get over it.”

i looked at him in disbelief for a moment before i said something back “can't say the same for you. you have a small dick.” and with that, i walked off.

tons of people were starring at me of course, but i was too mad to even care. i made my way to the bathroom to calm down, before i heard a knock on the door.

“what the fuck do you want” i blurted out without even thinking who it could be.

“um..it's matt, can i come in?” i instantly covered my mouth feeling bad about how i had spoken to him

i unlocked the door and opened it, letting him in. “i'm sorry. i didn't know who it was” i apologized

“no no, it's okay. i just wanted to check on you and see if your okay.”

i sighed and sat down on the toilet seat while he leaned against the wall in front of the mirror

“i mean..not really, just pissed at how much time and energy i wasted on him.”

he stayed silent and didn't say anything, waiting for me to finish what i was saying “i knew he was cheating but i didn't wanna believe it, i feel fucking stupid” i continued

“your not stupid” he shrugged and continued “he's stupid for loosing someone like you.” i thanked him and sighed, resting my head in my hands

“and…if he has a small dick he's nothing to cry over” he smiled

i laughed, “he wasn't even good in bed either oh my god.” i added and laughed

"really?” matt turned his head to look at me, furrowing his brows for a second and smiling, while crossing his arms

“yeah. sorry if this is too much but like..i never finished when i was with him” i giggled at the embarrassing confession

he laughed and paused for a moment before saying “you would if you were with me”

i giggled thinking he was joking, and replied with “doubt it”

matt raised his eyebrows and locked the door, “wanna bet?”

that's when i realized he wasn't joking, i stood up and leaned against the sink infront of him " how much " i smirked at him

“ $50. i know how to use my hands, mouth, and dick. im confident i could make you cum, that's a promise.”

“fine, prove it then” i said nodding my head

“don't start shit you can't finish. im serious.” he said looking me in my eyes

“so am i, i wanna see if you can put your money where your mouth is”

“ y/n ,” he said smiling and shaking his head , leaning into me, resting one of his hands on the sink

“matt.” i responded teasingly

he grabbed my hand and placed it onto his dick, making me feel his giant boner

“you see what your doing to me? i will fuck you until you can't even remember his name.”

“do it then” i smirked, ' he's all talk ' is what i was thinking, until he firmly placed his lips on mine

it was quick to turn sloppy, he picked me up and set me on the edge of the sink so i was perfectly aligned with his dick

he started making his way down slowly by leaving hickeys all down my neck, i wrapped my fingers in his hair and tugged it slightly, but not too hard

that's when he lifted up my dress and placed one of his hands on my waist, while the other rubbed my clit through my underwear

he was looking me in my face but i was so needy for more of him, that i couldn't even look him in the eyes.

“what? you can't take it anymore?” he smirked at me, still making eye contact and then inching his hand fully down my panties sticking two fingers inside me

(guys i giggled at panties but i didn't know what other word to use)

i bit my lip slightly taking a deep breath in at the amount of pleasure i was in. even tho all he did was tease me, it felt amazing. like he had this power over me.

he started moving his fingers slow, but picked up the pace fast. i threw my head back in pleasure, while my hands grabbed at his shoulders.

fuck. maybe he could make me cum after all .

as good as it felt, i needed a break because if he fingered me for any longer, i would've lost $50.

i grabbed his hand and pulled it away and hopped off of the counter, immediately getting on my knees

i began to unzip his pants when he suddenly stops me and grabs my chin, raising my head and making me look at him

“i don't know if your ready..” he said looking at me with a smirk

i rolled my eyes smiling slightly, and continued undoing his pants "okay..." he answered, throwing his hands up in surrender

i pulled his pants down to his ankles and then looked up to see his boxers, and i could obviously see his giant print

i pulled down his boxers , revealing an easy 9 inches. i started at it for a few seconds before shrugging and shoving in 6 inches or so

as i switched between my hands and my mouth, i swirled my tongue around his tip causing him to let out a low groan

“shit ..” he threw his head back in pleasure and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth

i felt it in the back of my throat. i heard him mumbling all types of swear words, and at that point he's basically just fucking my throat

“how was that” say standing up to face him, smirking up at him still catching my breath

“your really good” he smirked at me, before picking me up and setting me back on the sink again “your turn”

he pulls out of the kiss and bends down slightly, resting his hands on my inner thighs, spreading my legs a little

“let me do this for you, all you need to do is hold your legs up. but if you can't handle it, just put em on my shoulders, okay?” he says looking me in my eyes, all i could do at that point was just nod eagerly, hopefully showing how bad i needed him.

and with that, he starts to go down on me. i arched my back unintentionally, i don't know what came over me, but i couldn't help myself. it just felt like he belonged there

this man wasn't lying when said he knows how to make a girl beg, not even close to a lie.

i grabbed a handful of his hair and arched my back again when i felt him start to suck on my clit

i slapped my hand over my mouth, remembering how there's other people around.

he took his hand off of my thigh and removed my own hand from my mouth, “don't cover your mouth sweetheart. i wanna know if im doing good”

i shook my head in agreement and grabbed the back of his shirt, needing some sort of support

i can't explain it, but i swear i felt him smirk when i grabbed him, like he knew he was pleasing me so good.

i never knew i needed him, but i do now. his tongue felt so good on me, it just felt right.

i moaned slightly louder than before “shit…” i threw my head back and bit my lip slightly

i started whimpering out of pleasure trying to catch my breath, his tongue was going everywhere and somehow he made every spot feel amazing .

i felt myself get close, but i needed to feel him inside of me. “wait wait wait” i mumbled trying to catch my breath

“what is it baby?” he said looking up at me “ i…fuck hold on.” said panting

“ i want you to fuck me , please matt.” i said in between breaths

“how bad?” he said smirking at me and looking me in my eyes, “tell me how bad you want me.”

“i need you so bad, please” i pleaded, i just wanted him in me and nothing else, him and him only is all i needed.

“good girl.” and with that, he fully stood up and grabbed his dick

he held his tip up to my entrance, running his head up and down my folds causing whimpers to leave both of our mouths. he knowing how bad he was teasing me, but this man was rock hard.

“matt, i want you to fuck me and i know you do to , stop teasing please” i was literally begging this man to just destroy me

he shrugged “i'll try not to stretch you out too much sweetheart.” and with that, he pushed himself inside me without warning, and wow i wasn't ready.

it's like i was so horny i forgot how big he was.

he shoved all of his length inside me , all 9 inches. i cried out in pleasure

he placed his hands on my waist so he could go deeper and guide me , “oh fuck” i muttered and immediately clamped my eyes shut

that's when i felt matt's hand on my chin, making me look at him. “look at me, i wanna see how good i make you feel . do i make you feel good, pretty?”

“mhm” i whimpered and shook my head because i couldn't even speak.

“use your words baby. do i?” he spoke firmly, still not breaking eye contact

“yes, yes you make me feel good” i mumbled

“good.” he spoke in a fierce tone as his tip hit my g-spot perfectly each time, making me throw my head back

i heard him say “hey baby, you wanna take off that dress?” he suggested

i nodded while he pulled out and i hopped off of the sink, slipping my dress off

i looked over at matt who was literally starring down my body, “what?” giggled getting flustered

“nothing…you just amaze me. your body is so perfect” he said, still starring me down

i laughed and rolled my eyes and asked if he was ready again, “for you, always. are you?” he emphasized

i bent over the sink and replied “obviously.” he snickered and grabbed my hips, making sure he was perfectly aligned.

i felt him pound himself into me, which, i again for some reason still wasn't used to how big he is.

i had my hands on the sink for support, and when he put himself inside me, i put my head down because it felt so good

that's when i felt matt's hand on my chin again and lifted up my head , looking at me through the mirror.

“uh uh. i want you to see how good your taking me.”

i nodded looking at him in the mirror

i watch him look down and smile while furrowing his brows

“you didn't tell me you had a back tattoo baby . it looks good”

“you never ..” i paused as i struggled to get my words out “shit!...asked me” i whined, almost too loudly

“fair enough ..oh fuck” he threw his head back and his thrusting started to get more aggressive

his hand crept up to my neck, placing a firm grip on my neck which sent me over the edge

“matt..baby i can't do it” i said shaking my head while looking at him in the mirror

“yes you can, take it like you said you would.” i nodded and did as he told me

i suddenly felt that knot in my stomach, so i reached behind me and grabbed matts hand from my waist and put it on the sink so that his hand was over mine, and we interlocked our fingers

“you alright? are you gonna cum already? come on, your too easy to please baby .” he asked in a teasing tone, looking at me and smirking

like of course i was. and he obviously knew, he just thought that it was funny to tease me.

“fuck ..matt im gonna-“ i was cut off by me releasing onto his dick, “oh shit” said looking down, i was relieved that a man had actually made me finish, but now i needed to give matt $50 i didn't have ...

“good job baby, you did great” he was literally panting at this point. i could tell was close, just trying not to show it.

i decided to tease a little and see how long he could last.

“you make me feel so good baby” i said looking at him in the mirror

“thats g..fuck” he threw his head back and starting thrusting harder

“you look so good from here” i teased a little more since he thinks when he does it, it's hilarious. i saw him open this mouth to say something but instead just bite the side of his cheek and stay quiet

“i don't care how long it takes you baby, my body is all yours.”

“fuck .. mm oh shit ...in or out”

without answering, i got on my knees and began to jerk him off to his release while looking up at him

“oh shit. fuck..fuck” he lets out a huge loud of cum and i swallow, i dont need a mess.

i get back up and try my best to fix my hair while looking at myself in the mirror, while matt's leaning against the wall panting

i pickup my shoes without even bothering to put them back on , i just re-adjust my dress and forget about everything else.

my hair is all out of place, my lipstick is smeared, my mascara running down my face..i was a mess. but it was totally worth it.

i sit on the toilet seat while matt puts his pants back on.

“i don't need the $50.” matt said suddenly smiling at me, “you ready? you still look good by the way.”

“whatever. let's go” i laughed and rolled my eyes, opening the door

“liam's gonna be so pissed.” i laughed looking back at matt

“i know” he smiled “can't wait to see the look on his face.”

i giggled as we made our way over to liam, who was making out with a different girl.

we stood infront of him and looked at eachother laughing, and as soon as we did we opened his eyes and looked like he'd just seen a ghost

“hi” i said in a teasing voice, tilting my head while doing so

“what the fuck?” he looked back at me and matt in confusion, furrowing his brows like he didn't know what was going on.

“yea so you were kinda right about me and matt ...” i said trying not to burst out laughing

“you fucking whore!” he yelled, gaining the attention of tons of people. they started recording the situation because of how loud he was. “i knew you were cheating on me you slimy little b-“ he got cut off as he got sent to the floor.

matt had punched him.

i covered my mouth in shock but also resisting the urge to not laugh “your...” liam paused , feeling his nose as it gushed blood everywhere “dead.” he continued

“okay, well it's kinda hard to take that threat serious when your on ground”

everybody around us started laughing, apparently nobody liked liam , but it's obvious why.

“your not a real man! y-“ i cut him off before he could finish his sentence, “well he fucks like one. get up and get over it. truth hurts.”

i pat his shoulder and flashed him a faux sympathy smile, before he swatted my hand away causing me to laugh

we walked over to chris and nick who were recording everything on their phones “hey uh, are you guys ready to pack this up?” matt asked them

“yup, i'll get nate and justin to get everyone out.” nick said as he walked away

“dude what the fuck ...” chris giggled as he looked at me and matt " i fucking knew it! nick owes me $20".

“you..made a bet?” i asked, confused

“fuck yea we did” he replied stuffing his mouth with food before walking off

“so like..do you wanna be my girlfriend...or whatever” matt asked me, looking down at the ground

“duh.” smiled and kissed him before going to find nick so i could help clean the mess up

“we're literally never having a party again.” nick complained as we all shoved trash into trash bags

a/n - um lmk if you wanna be on my tag list 🤗.

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#matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolos #nick sturniolo #smut #Spotify

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anyydidi · 1 year ago

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N x Uzi works and N x V shippers should accept that.

Even though i’m a Nuzi (N x Uzi) shipper at heart, I like Envy (N x V). I think it’s cute and they have a great history. But…

That’s about it.

We need to realize that they are both different people now. Yes, N kind of kept his personality through it all, but he has gone through so much development, mainly thanks to Uzi. Not to mention he got his memories completely wiped out and the only reason he has/had feelings for V is because he felt the remnants of their past stronger feelings. Yes, he got his memories back, but only from the Cyn incident. We don’t have any proof of him having all of his memories from the mansion back.

We don’t even know if they just had crushes on each other. We’re not sure if they really had an established romantic relationship in the first place. Did they only have mild crushes, or were they madly in love? That’s something we’re not sure about.

And lastly, people move on. How i mentioned, they’re two different people than they were at the mansion, with absolutely different lives. It’s not wrong, or weird of N to start developing feelings for Uzi. After all, even though N’s personality didn’t really change from his past one, V has made a practically 180 turn. She’s seen as shy and reversed in the past, but ignorant, mean and murderous in the present (before her character development of course). She’s a different person from what N has fallen for. Plus, let’s be honest, V hasn’t been treating N nicely.

V has treated N very poorly. Ignoring him, pretending she doesn’t know who he is, generally just being mean to him. She probably did that to protect him, yeah, but N isn’t aware of that and really, is that an excuse to behave that way? On the other hand, Uzi has helped N grow as a person. She helps him believe in himself, she shows him what true love feels like (platonic, and now even a little romantic). She started treating him as his own person, as a person who has feelings and deserves to be treated as such. Not just some killer machine that you can use and throw around. And in turn, N was Uzi’s first friend. Someone who finally loves her for who she is. He supports her and helps her grow emotionally. They support and love each other and it’s HEALTHY.

And last but not least, NO. Nuzi is not rushed and the hand holding scene did not come from nowhere. Uzi has been shown to develop some sort of feelings for him for EPISODES now. We can see her starting to develop them in The Promening. Which is kind of a long time ago. As for N, we don’t exactly see him having romantic feelings for her until recently, we can definitely see him start to lose feelings for V since Cabin Fever. The point where he definitely realizes he feels something for Uzi, is in the scene prior to the hand holding scene, where Uzi asks him if he’s good. Obviously, he probably had some feelings for her even before, but i would say that was the realization point.

So, in conclusion, i would say both Nuzi and Envy works. The only difference is that Nuzi is in the present, and Envy is more in the past. But, let’s be honest here, does it really matter? Yes, I am more of a Nuzi shipper and definitely am rooting for them to become canon, but i wouldn’t be mad if Envy is the one who wins in the end. Both relationships have chemistry. And i think we all know that Envy is absolutely tragic and it makes me sad. So, stop the ship wars you guys. It’s not worth it. Let’s just enjoy our respective ships as they are, it is Liam’s show after all and he can do whatever he wants with it.

(This is a Nuzi defend post, I am in NO WAY hating on Envy, as i hope was stated enough. I am just tired of toxic Envy shippers attacking Nuzi for pointless reasons. Oh and btw i am a strong “V is alive, or at least comes back” believer. And that is not delusion, guys, it was clearly stated by J earlier in the episode that the disassembly drones were cloned. Glitch, I am watching you 👹👹.)

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warning-boredom-causes-daydreams · 7 months ago

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Ive been thinking recently on the fact that all of the 7 (+Nico and Reyna), have like somewhat uncommon names? Except Jason and Frank...

Perseus (obviously not common for a teenager from New York)

Annabeth also not a typical name, it would probably be more common if it was separate like Anna-Beth

Piper is a normal name but not super common

Hazel also not super common

Nico definitely not common (especially if it is short for Nicholas, because its not a common nickname in recent years, although he isnt from recent years so 🤷‍♀️)

Reyna also not terribly common

Leo (ive seen people say its short for Leonidas but i dont think we have proof of that) so its probably the most common but its still probably not the first name you'd think of if someone said to think of a name. Even if you said L names, I think Luke or Liam would be more frequent. And even if it is pretty common, I wouldn't consider it basic or anything.

They all have normal but somewhat uncommon names that seem to match in a way

And then we have Jason and Frank...

Like the most basic names ever (no offense to all the Jasons and Franks out there) but like...even Jasons sister has an uncommon name, and its pronounced even less commonly, and then Jason is just Jason and Frank...honestly Ive always wondered why Rick chose Frank as his name...

I just find it interesting, like why all the uncommon interesting names, and then Jason and Frank?

Again, absolutely no hate, I love them both, I just think about it sometimes. Like when a family has a bunch of really strange names like Griffin and Phoenix and Hawk and then Ben or something completely normal...like why?

I guess it makes them more realistic? If a name is super common and there are that many characters it would probably be strange to not have anyone with them 🤷‍♀️.

Anyway, thats an explosion of my random thought for the day.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #percabeth #jason grace #nico di angelo #leo valdez #percy jackson headcanon #frank zhang #piper mclean #hazel levesque #thalia grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano

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caeli0306 · 28 days ago

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chapter 1 of Xaden Riorson's Guide to Surviving a Scandal now posted!

Chapter 1 - Admit Nothing (Xaden's Ver.) is now up on AO3: READ HERE

AHHHHHHH after all this time we finally have the first chapter of VSGTSAS (Xaden's Ver.)!!!! I'm so excited about this one guys. Chapter 1 starts out a bit slow but we'll really begin tying up some of the open ended stuff from VSGTSAS in the next chapter :) I'm trying to be less critical of my own writing, so I posted this one without doing my usual 16 rounds of proof reads, so if you notice a plot hole, lmk so I can fix!

Summary:

Xaden Riorson - savvy businessman, senate candidate, rising political star - has many problems. One of them being Cat-sized.

Enter Violet Sorrengail - hotshot political crisis consultant, former college classmate/rival/flirtation/frenemy, general distraction when he can't afford one. His burgeoning political career depends on her making sure fake stories don't make it into the press. One minor problem - she hates his guts, which doesn't make pulling off the biggest spin of the election cycle any easier.

Xaden never could get a grasp on where Violet's animosity towards him came from, even though now he's certain it's deserved. But after years of separation, he quickly learns that some fires haven't cooled - for either of them. And it doesn't take long for him to realize that the thin line between love and hate that's always seemed to separate them is disappearing faster than the time to Election Day.

Violet Sorrengail's Guide to Spinning a Scandal (Xaden's Version) :)

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I immediate discover the meaning behind Liam's text message when I stroll into the room just as the clock strikes 1 p.m., stopping at the threshold to survey the gathered people. I recognize just about everyone; all familiar faces – including one that I haven’t seen in years that nearly makes me stop in my tracks.

Violet Sorrengail.

I’m going to kill Liam.

And the textbook throwing fiend is glaring at me like I’ve killed her damn dog. Of course she fucking is.

I school my expression before I can give my surprise away, but the way those hazel eyes narrow on me tells me I was half a second too late, and that she picked up on my reaction.

Looks like her powers of observation haven’t dulled a bit. Just my luck.

#caeli's fics #fourth wing #vsgtsas #violet sorrengail's guide to spinning a scandal #fourth wing fanfic #ao3 #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #the empyrean #riorgail #xaden riorson's guide to surviving a scandal #vsgtsas (xaden’s ver.)#xrgtsas

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cyber333izzie · 1 year ago

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rant incoming

envy (n x v) is a really cute ship but im sorry the people who ship it are horrible. the fact that there are envy shippers sending death threats to glitch and trying to doxx liam is actually disgusting. ive seen way too many ordinary fans getting death threats on twitter / tiktok just because they ship nuzi, its sickening. not to mention all the people getting attacked for shipping wd x dd ships because its "proship," its not. we have proof that uzi and N are the same age in the show, and glitch is hinting at the ship a lot. there's a bunch more but I don't really wanna say it because i don't have any proof, and the worst part? the show ISNT EVEN ROMANCE BASED. the new episode was packed with so much lore and the plot is so so cool and the only thing people are talking about is N and uzi holding hands and blushing?? please.

#murder drones #rant post #rant tw #nuzi #tiktok is toxic #why are envy shippers so toxic

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aishangotome · 5 months ago

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Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 18

Chapter 17

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Lord Gore, a member of the House of Lords, tapped his desk impatiently with his blue ring.

The members of the Purification Club were desperately searching for those who had prevented the arson in the London docklands.

Lawmaker with Round Glasses: The problem is... despite the large-scale operation, there were no witnesses.

Lawmaker with Round Glasses: Even when we questioned the nearby residents, all of them gave irrelevant answers...

Young Lawmaker: The guys we hired also disappeared from the scene and haven't been seen since...

Young Lawmaker: The payment check to the front company also disappeared, and now that company has been raided by the police.

Lord Gore taps his desk with his ring again.

Lord Gore: ...Someone with considerable authority and power is at work.

Lord Gore: It's a bit of a hindrance to our goal of building a pure society.

???: --I completely agree.

The people present were startled by the voice coming from behind them.

Lord Gore: ...What brings a member of the Privy Council here?

Man from Privy Council: Well, I thought the knowledge I have might be of help to you.

The man's sharp gaze slowly surveyed the room.

Man from Privy Council: A little while ago... wasn't there an intruder in a "realm inaccessible to ordinary people?"

Lord Gore: ...I believe there was.

Young Lawmaker: T-two intruders at the members-only hotel... It's the first time since the club was founded.

Man from Privy Council: I see. Perhaps the ones hindering you are the stain on Britain that we've been troubled with for the past decade or so.

Man from Privy Council: What do you say? We're both troubled by a common pest... how about forming a cooperative relationship?

--Back at Crown--

Victor: Ta-da! Tonight's main course is Victor's special beef stew!

A banquet was being held to celebrate the successful prevention of the fire in Docklands.

It seemed that all members of Crown were forced to participate, and even Jude was present.

But...

Kate: Where's Alfons?

Elbert: ...He's been out and hasn't come back yet.

Kate: Is that so...?

Elbert: .............

Victor: I also wanted to find him and have him taste the special stew no matter what.

Victor: But he escaped by every possible means.

William: Haha, it's rare for Victor to miss.

Victor: He slipped away like a cat, it's troublesome. The security guards around here can't handle him at all.

Ellis: But you caught Jude.

Victor: Catching Jude depends on the negotiation.

Harrison: I hope the Queen's aide doesn't abuse his power and increase the country's unaccounted-for expenditures.

Victor: Don't worry, Harrison. I'm paying for it from my own pocket money!

Jude: I wonda' where that money comes from.

William: I recommend not digging into it.

It's hard to tell if they're close or not, but this is the lively dinner scene of the Crown members.

Usually, Alfons...and I would be laughing along with them, but today it feels distant.

(All the Crown members, like Alfons, are cursed with a destiny...)

(If I were in the same position...would I understand Alfons' feelings better?)

(To lightly wish for the same position...must be proof that I don't understand everyone's suffering.)

I couldn't bear the frustration of not being able to understand everything.

As I felt the distance and was filled with a gloomy feeling...

Liam: How about some roast chicken and salad, my lady?

Liam appeared like a first-class waiter and skillfully picked up the chicken and salad with a fork and spoon, serving them on a plate.

Liam: Hehe, just kidding. Here you go. This is for Kate too.

Kate: ! Thank you, Liam...Wow, it looks delicious...!

Liam: Right? Victor and the chefs in this castle are truly geniuses!

(Is he worried because I'm not feeling well?)

His dazzling smile seemed to gently envelop my gloomy feelings.

His casual thoughtfulness is proof that he pays attention to the people around him.

Encouraged by Liam's smile, I take a bite of the salad.

Kate: ...Mmm, it's delicious. Thank you, Liam.

Liam: I didn't do anything. If you're grateful, thank the chef and Victor, okay?

Liam: ...You know, I'm not the one who can make you truly happy.

Kate: Huh?

Liam: I would love it if Kate liked me back.

Kate: Eh? Even if you're trying to cheer me up, that's a bit too much.

Harrison: Who are you flirting with, Liam?

Liam: Ah, busted. I have some for you too, Harry, here you go.

The delicious dinner and conversation with everyone lightened my gloomy mood.

(...Yeah. It's not the time to feel distant and depressed.)

(I know exactly what I want to do.)

(For that, I have no choice but to take a step forward.)

As I solidified a certain determination in my chest, the banquet was nearing its end...

The clear sound of a spoon lightly tapping a glass echoed, and the atmosphere in the dining hall changed.

Victor: Everyone, will you listen to me?

Everyone's eyes focused on Victor.

A sharpened silence. The air of a dark night.

Victor: We've mostly finished our investigation on Councilman Gore. He's a senior member of the House of Lords...

Victor: The central figure of the "Purification" club, that's exactly who he is.

William: The club's faction consists of a dozen or so council members.

William: They are eugenic thinkers who believe that slum dwellers are an inferior race and should all be killed.

William: They work in the shadows for that mission and call the massacre of the poor "purification."

(...How horrible...)

I had expected it, but I was shocked by the fact that there are people who really think and act on such things.

Elbert: ...If you've figured that much out, has the judgment already been passed?

William: That was the plan.

Victor: We already tried to contact Councilman Gore once for the purpose of judgment, but...we failed.

Kate: Huh...!?

(Failed?)

Victor: He was absent from a meeting he was supposed to attend. In fact, there wasn't even a seat prepared for him.

William: Victor is the Queen's aide.

William: Just as there is no information that Her Majesty cannot grasp, Victor is also well-versed in all information.

William: Nevertheless, he was fed false information. In other words...

Jude: Someone is presentin' false information to Her Majesty.

Jude, still leaning back in his chair, gives the answer.

Jude: And someone quite close to Her Majesty, otherwise it would be dismissed as misinformation before it reached her.

Kate: No way...who could do such a thing?

William: To be able to manipulate even information about the House of Lords members, it has to be someone above the Parliament.

William: We believe that someone from the Privy Council may be involved.

Kate: ...The Privy Council...?

(What's that...?)

Kate: It's the Queen's advisory body...right?

Victor: Yes, the official name is "Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council."

Victor: From the very beginning, they've considered the Crown to be a stain on England.

Victor: But since Her Majesty herself supports the Crown, they can't openly attack us. It would be treason.

Victor: There are three things they can do. One is to complain to Her Majesty.

Victor: The second is to make us slip up and create a situation where Her Majesty has no choice but to abandon the Crown.

Victor: And the third is to lend a hand to those who are hostile to us and eliminate us without getting their own hands dirty.

Kate: ...So you're saying they're helping the "Purification" club?

Victor: It's highly likely.

(No way...)

Kate: For those in Her Majesty's advisory body to lend a hand to an organization that massacres innocent people...!

Victor: It's a matter of priorities. They'll use anything they can to eliminate the thorn in their side.

Victor: If they can eliminate us, the "Purification" club will be discarded.

Victor: Even if they use a pawn, they'll eliminate it if it becomes an eyesore.

Victor: --That said, what we do won't change.

Victor lowers his voice and looks around at the Crown members.

Victor: Never let your guard down, and don't miss any opportunities.

Victor: As always, we'll just fulfill our own evil.

William: We'll call a meeting as soon as the situation develops.

William: Until then, each of you fulfill your own evil.

Kate: --Roger.

After finishing the meal, I called out to the broad back that was about to leave the dining hall.

Roger: Hey. Looks like your hangover is cured.

Kate: Thanks to the medicine, thank you very much. ...Um, I have something to consult you about.

Roger: Oh really? Me? Well, let's hear it.

I exhaled and looked at Roger's face.

Kate: After hearing about Alfons' destiny...I've been thinking about it.

Kate: Won't you let me help you find a way to change the cursed destinies?

Roger: ...Let's change locations.

He took me to an empty lounge.

Roger: Now then, let's hear your intentions.

I sat on the sofa, facing Roger, and opened my mouth again.

Kate: ...I don't want to forget Alfons.

(Roger has been searching for a way to change destinies for a long time.)

(I know how difficult it is to find it, but...)

Kate: If there's a loophole in destiny...somewhere...

Kate: If there's a way to remember, I desperately want to know!

Kate: If I knew the way...I could remember the person I love.

Kate: And Alfons too...

If his destiny is to not leave an irreparable void in anyone's heart, and he doesn't connect with anyone or show his inner feelings...

Kate: When he wants someone he truly loves to remember him someday...

Kate: He won't have to push that person away, right?

(If possible, I wish it were me.)

(Because...I fell in love with him.)

(But even if that doesn't come true, I want him to be happy someday.)

Not in a convenient illusion, but in this reality.

Roger: A loophole, huh...?

Roger narrows his eyes and strokes his chin.

Kate: ...Yes.

Roger: In the basement, there are newspaper articles about mysterious events, case files stolen from the police...

Roger: And medical records from hospitals.

Kate: ...Investigation materials related to "the cursed"?

Roger: Yeah. Especially regarding "mirrors," the royal records were almost blank, so there's a particularly huge amount.

Roger: If we go through the past materials again, we might find something new.

Roger: I've been focusing only on the cursed themselves.

Roger: I haven't read them from the perspective of "whether there's anyone who remembers."

Kate: ...!

Hope shines through at those words.

Roger: Well, there might not be any discoveries at all.

Kate: Even so, it's okay. Please let me investigate with you!

Roger: Alright. I don't have any missions scheduled until the call for the "Purification" club case.

Roger: Since we're investigating curses, it falls under your duties as a Fairytale Keeper, lady.

Roger held out his hand in front of me, forming a fist.

Roger: It's late at night. If we're doing this, it'll be from tomorrow.

Kate: Yes!

I lightly bumped my clenched fist against Roger's.

The next day, after breakfast, on our way to the basement with Roger...

Alfons: Oh?

We bumped into Alfons, who seemed to have just returned to the castle.

Kate: Ah...welcome back.

Roger: Hey, Al.

Remembering that we parted ways after being told I was a nuisance, my heart pounded with an unpleasant sound.

Alfons: The two of you, going out together?

Kate: N-no...

Roger: What, are you interested?

Before I could hurriedly deny it, Roger suddenly put his arm around my shoulder.

Kate: Roger!? What are you doing?

Roger: What's wrong with it? We're going to be cooped up in a closed room all day, just the two of us. Let's get along, shall we?

(With that kind of talk and attitude, Alfons will misunderstand...!)

Alfons: I see. It's good that you have a good friend to play with even when I'm not around, Kate.

Kate: ...

My wounded heart ached at his indifferent attitude.

After giving me a sidelong glance, Alfons quickly tried to leave.

(I didn't want him to be jealous. But...)

**flashback to tavern room**

Alfons: --You don't love me.

**flashback over**

(I don't want those words to become the truth in Alfons' mind...)

Kate: Alfons...!

Alfons: ? Yes, what is it?

Kate: ...I still like you.

Alfons: ...Huh?

Roger: ............

(I don't want to be misunderstood.)

Kate: Even if it's a nuisance to you...this is my truth.

Alfons: ...............

Kate: Roger, let's go!

If I kept looking at Alfons any longer, my chest would feel so tight that I couldn't bear it...I ran down the stairs to the basement as if fleeing.

Alfons: ...............

Roger: Haha...It's been a while since I've seen you so speechless.

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Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

(Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis) in a Choices The Royal Romance Crackship

A/N Sorry this took so long. Life always finds a way to interrupt my plans with all my series. This chapter takes place the night of Liam's coronation ball.

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Chapter 7

"Where is the appeal?" Madeleine hissed.

Olivia shrugged. She wasn't about to humor the countess with commenting on what was unfolding before them.

The press were swarming around Riley and Hana as they made their arrival in a horse drawn carriage.

"We've been top contenders this entire time." Madeleine furiously whispered. "How in the world did some random American win over everyone?"

Olivia frowned somewhat as Riley gushed to the press about how sweet Hana was in giving her a lift to the ball.

"She's nice." She observed. "People tend to like that in others."

"Nice does not mean you can effectively rule a nation." Madeleine reminded her. "It doesn't help you know the ins and outs of life at Court nor does it give one the finesse of dealing with foreign powers."

"Then you better hope that Liam agrees with you." Olivia taunted. "Or else, you're looking at our future queen."

Madeleine glared at her. "And that doesn't bother you? You who have pined for Liam since birth can watch him choose this nobody? Where's that infamous Nevrakis loyalty to our country?! Would you curtsy to someone like her?"

Olivia rolled her eyes over how dramatic Madeleine was being.

"If she is Liam's choice, then who am I to argue against him? He's our king now, Madeleine. Like every other Cordonian, we have to learn to accept the decisions he will make."

Gathering her skirt, she left the countess staring in disbelief.

***************

Oliva went directly to her chambers shortly after dinner for a chance to prepare for what was still before her.

Once alone, she took a deep breath as she began to plan for how the rest of her night would go. She knew she still needed to give Liam his gift, then she'd be forced to mingle and be seen at the ball.

She would have to find a way to sneak out and meet Maxwell at some point from the beginning of the ball until Liam made his choice. Then, if things progressed like she planned, they might even meet up again after the ceremony.

A thrill went through her at the thought. She'd done little throughout the day except think of how she felt in Maxwell's arms. It surprised her how easily his touch set her nerves to singing. She actually wanted to see just how much he could make her burn.

She walked over to the window, gazing out at her chosen spot. Her brow furrowed with the sight of servants going about the hedge maze to light lanterns at each of the numerous twists and turns.

"That's out." She decided.

The last thing she needed was to be caught under one of the lanterns in an illicit embrace with Cordonia's most fun loving lord.

She twirled about and began to pace. She needed a more private spot, one either dark or barely lit to begin this affair.

She considered other hidden nooks in the palace. The conservatory was somewhat ideal, but it smelled too much like wet dirt and fertilizer. The music room was far enough away from the ballroom and even soundproof, but there was no lock on the door. The library always had people coming in and out to have a break from the crowded ballroom. Even the various dens and studies left little to be desired in terms of privacy.

Her eyes darted to the king sized bed in her room.

We will have to be careful coming up here. If anyone saw the two of us going into my room, would they think we were meeting for something else or for sex?

Did she really care what conclusion anyone came to? Liam was choosing Riley this evening. It wasn't like Olivia was being unfaithful to him. And where would be the proof, even if someone did see her with Maxwell? Once the door shut and was locked, no one would know what went on behind it.

"It'll have to be here." She said to herself. "There's nowhere else we can go tonight."

Once her mind was made up on any subject, she did not like waiting around for it. Her lack of patience combined with her innate determination made being with Maxwell a forgone conclusion.

She wasn't above admitting she wanted him. The question that reverberated in her mind was a simple one: did she want Maxwell for life or merely for sex?

She knew his feelings for her went beyond a simple affair...but did hers?

Wrinkling her nose over something she wasn't quite ready to answer, she turned on her heel to check her reflection one last time.

Movement out of the corner of her eye made her still.

Glancing at the door, she noticed a letter that was slipped underneath.

Jerking her door open, she looked up and down the hallway filled with various nobles and dignitaries going in and out of their suites.

"Bastien!" She called out to one of the guards.

"Yes, your grace?"

"Did you see anyone stop by my door?"

The guard's eyes briefly touched on the envelope in her hand.

"No, your grace." He nodded towards the mysterious letter. "Is something wrong?"

"No." She gave a brisk nod of farewell and shut the door.

It must be from Maxwell, she thought with a hint of a smile. He used to write letters to me all the time.

Ripping into it, she eagerly began to see just what romantic nonsense he'd come up with this time.

Her smile disappeared the moment the words registered. Line after line revealed information on her parents and their mysterious death. Every single traitorous activity they participated in was gone into great detail. Then, at the end, there was the threat to reveal everything if she didn't withdraw and leave before Liam picked his chosen queen.

"No." She clapped a hand to her mouth.

It can't be true! They were heroes! They loved this country! All they spoke of was making it and Lythikos better. Their loyalty was beyond reproach. They would never risk everything for a chance to rule Cordonia.

They'd never risk leaving me alone.

Her temper took over her initial devastation.

It's a trick! Someone wants to make me doubt them. Make me leave here in disgrace.

But who?

One of the suitors?

Madeleine's desperate to win this. She lost her chance to be queen once before. To leave a loser again probably weighs on her, but she's above blackmail. Penelope knows she doesn't stand a chance. She's too stupid to ever think of something this clever. Kiara's too intelligent to use baseless lies to get her way. Hana doesn't seem to have enough nerve to ever do something like this. And Riley...

She stilled.

Maxwell swore Riley was genuinely kind. Could she be the snake in their group, pretending to be all that is good in the world?

Livid, Olivia shoved the letter in the pocket of her dress.

Swiping up Liam's gift, she stormed out of her room.

*****************

"I know it was you." Olivia hissed.

Riley whirled around, eyes wide in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing," Olivia glared at her, "but it won't work."

"What are you talking about?" Riley asked.

Olivia studied her and realized it couldn't be her. Riley had no idea about anything that went on in Cordonia, much less it's history. Why would she concoct some story about Olivia's parents when it was well known they were heroes? She already knew she was Liam's favorite. What would she have to gain in destroying Olivia's peace of mind and forcing her to withdraw out of disgrace?

"You didn't send it." She whispered.

Riley gently touched her arm.

"Send what?"

"Forget it." Olivia jerked her arm away and stepped up to Liam.

She somehow got through talking to him about her gift and then managed to calmly walk into the ballroom.

Her green eyes darted over the crowd, wondering who was out to get her.

She nearly flipped the person over her shoulder when she felt someone's fingers brush her hand.

Eyes narrowed, she turned around to see Maxwell.

"Hey." His tender smile appeared. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." She mumbled.

"So?" He leaned closer. "When should we meet at the hedge maze?"

"That's not happening." She folded her arms, while glancing over his shoulder at the few nobles meeting in groups and pointing at each suitor.

They're either trying to figure out who Liam will pick or something worse. Am I the only one who received a threat tonight?

She then noticed the devastation forming on Maxwell's face.

"We're not happening?" He whispered.

"No, we are." She snapped. "Just not at the hedge maze."

Huffing in irritation, she hissed, "Meet me in my room in exactly one hour and ten minutes."

Before he had a chance to agree or say anything remotely how excited he was, she left him to mingle.

*************

"You seem excited." Riley teased as she tried to remember the dance steps.

"I am!" Maxwell grinned at her. "Tonight's the night where all our dreams will come true."

"I know I'm dancing with our future queen." He squeezed her hand before twirling her. "You will have your happily ever after. Liam will be with the love of his life. Bertrand will calm down and make it to forty without having a stroke."

"You really believe that." Her smile grew over how his words never ceased in boosting her confidence. "I love how you never doubt that everything will turn out like we hope."

He sighed softly as he thought of the one thing that made him feel so completely happy.

And I somehow ended up with the woman of my dreams.

"Have I thanked you for, well, everything?" Riley asked.

Maxwell's grin turned bashful. "I didn't do much to be thanked."

"Only encouraged me every single second. You have been by my side the entire time and made time for me and Liam to be alone." She reminded him. "You were the only person to believe I belonged here. You gave me the chance to see if Liam and I could have something more than some flirtation."

When the dance ended, she hugged him.

"You'll always have my thanks, Max, no matter how tonight ends."

He hugged her tight then noticed the stares they were receiving.

"Come on." He pulled away and tucked her hand in the bend of his arm. "Let's go see what they have to snack on."

**************

Between keeping an eye on the clock and discreetly interrogating the other suitors, Olivia's nerves were on edge.

There were times she'd stepped outside to reread the letter in an attempt to guess at who wrote this. One thing that bothered her about it was the amount of detail. There were dates and locations of where her parents had gone. This wasn't some simple threat that someone made up. There were claims of pictures and documents that would prove to the public the depth of her parents' betrayal.

Could it be true? Could they have done all this?

She knew her ancestors were notorious for doing whatever was best for themselves. A Nevrakis was known, not only for strength, but in using that strength to secure as much power as they possibly could by any means necessary.

Could her parents have been of that mindset? She recalled all the training they put her young self through. The speeches of how she needed to know how to handle herself if she was to one day rule.

Dear God. I thought they meant to rule as the Duchess of Lythikos. Did they really mean for me to rule as queen?

Her attention snapped from the letter to one of the outdoor bars. Sliding into the shadows, she hoped to overhear something that might point her towards a possible culprit.

Bertrand Beaumont was clinking glasses with, of all people, the former crown prince.

"It's been too long since we had a drink together." Leo added after taking a long sip. "How have you been?"

"Fine." Bertrand took a healthy gulp of his glass of bourbon. "I'll be even better once this night is over."

"I think everyone will." Leo snickered. "Liam is hiding it, but I think he's anxious."

"He has every right to be." Bertrand added. "He did just become king."

"It's not that." Leo rubbed the back of his neck. "It's about his choice. I think I might have ruined that for him."

Bertrand paused with his drink halfway to his lips. "How?"

"When I decided to abdicate, I thought Liam would have time to adjust. I didn't expect Father to make him immediately choose someone to marry, much less put him through this asinine social season." Leo grumbled.

"I understood why Father made me do it." He added. "I caused trouble everywhere I went." He downed the rest of his drink. "But Liam, he's always been the one to follow the rules. He never rebelled. Never gave anyone a reason to make public apologies on his behalf."

He sighed, motioning to the bartender for another round for the two of them.

"I worry that his sense of duty will deny him a chance at true happiness." He added.

"Perhaps not." Bertrand picked up his new glass. "King Liam seems to be rather fond of our suitor."

"Riley, right?" Leo grinned. "I've heard a lot about her these last few days."

"Nothing scandalous I hope." Bertrand shuddered. "House Beaumont can't afford even a hint of scandal."

"Nothing like that." Leo chuckled. "In fact, I think that..."

Olivia felt her heart drop. Bertrand's words echoed in her mind, drowning out their conversation, as she looked down at the letter in her hands once more.

House Beaumont can't afford even a hint of scandal.

If this letter ever got out to the public, her life would be ruined. No one would trust her. Any children she might one day have would be forced to hide in shame. Maxwell would be tainted by association.

He might even be forced by Bertrand to never see her again.

Gripping the letter that had the ability to implode her very existence, she quietly slipped back into the palace.

**************

Maxwell did his best to walk both discreetly and as if he wasn't in any hurry to wherever he was going. He glanced over his shoulder every few feet to make sure no one was following. The few times he caught someone behind him, they paid him little attention and ended up turning down a different hallway.

His heartbeat picked up speed once he was a few doors down from Olivia's room. He wasn't exactly sure how far tonight would take his relationship with her, but he knew he was willing to go any distance she wanted.

Tonight would be, at least he hoped, the beginning of many, many nights together. His mind was filled with plans for their future. Dates to sweep her off her feet were considered. Special places from their past were thought of as possible backdrops to when he finally professed his love to her. Time spent in each other's home to think on which one to use for a possible wedding if he was lucky enough to receive a yes to his proposal.

All this and so much more was within his grasp. After all the years of yearning and trying to get her to see him, he'd finally won. The dream was a reality. He could at least relax and know that nothing stood in his way.

Pausing before her door, he took a deep breath, glanced once more around him, and quietly knocked.

Olivia opened it, grabbed his shirt collar, and yanked him inside.

He didn't have a chance to say anything. The moment the door shut, she shoved him against the door to kiss him.

His body instantly reacted, pulling her close and kissing her back with all the passion he had just for her.

She moaned in delight, hands quickly getting to work on unbuttoning his shirt.

She broke away from his mind numbing kiss to unbutton his pants. Her eyes closed the moment his lips touched her neck.

"Get those off." She demanded when he seemed to ignore her efforts.

"What's the hurry?" He kissed her again.

She bit down on her bottom lip. She knew why she was hurrying. This was probably their only chance to be together.

Her decision to leave before Liam announced his choice was made the moment she realized that scandal would ruin her chances with Maxwell. She needed to discover the truth about this letter, and unfortunately that meant investigating on her own.

She couldn't involve anyone else. If she did, she might have to stand there and watch them walk away from her. It was best for everyone if she left them. Then, her heart would be protected. She wouldn't have to face being turned away in fear or disgust that she shared a bloodline with possible traitors if she distanced herself from those she actually cared about.

But for now, she'd allow herself this one chance to see what life might have been like, if she was free to be with Maxwell.

"We can't stay up here too long." She explained, unzipping her own dress. "People will definitely talk if we aren't waiting on Liam's announcement with the rest of them."

Her shimmery red dress pooled at her feet. With the way the gown was cut, it was impossible to wear a bra. Since she knew what they would get up to, she'd also decided against wearing any underwear whatsoever.

She felt her skin tingle in anticipation. Maxwell's bright blue eyes had darkened as he gazed upon her form. He hadn't moved a muscle as her dress slipped down her body. He'd only followed its path, taking in every bit of skin revealed.

Without a word nor taking his eyes off of her, he slowly shrugged out of his clothes.

Olivia felt her desire notch even higher. The serious expression on his face took her by surprise. She'd expected him to practically rush into her arms once she was naked. This unexpected side of him made her be the one to move towards him.

She draped her arms around his neck, pressing her pale body against the toned, hard planes of his own. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Touch me." She nearly begged against his mouth.

His hands cupped her face, thumb brushing against her lower lip. Silently he moved them down her body, only pausing when she gasped or moved restlessly against him.

The lower he went, the more she wanted. Grabbing his wrists, she pulled him over the to bed.

She sat down on the edge and tilted her head up when he remained standing. Her eyes met his.

"Say something." She pleaded, feeling suddenly nervous over his continued silence.

Swallowing, Maxwell knelt before her. His hands ran along her smooth legs, his eyes never leaving hers.

In a gravely voice, he said.

"I want you. I've always wanted you."

He surged up, pushing her down on the bed, lips crashing on hers.

She moaned, pulling him as close as she could. Her breath hitched when he broke away to kiss down her body. Scrambling back some to give him more room, she cried out in ecstasy when his tongue brushed against the tips of her breasts. The moment his lips closed around and sucked, she ran her hands through his hair, keeping him there as he sent desire through her veins.

His moans and whispers of how perfect she was made her heart ache as he continued to worship down her body. His determination to kiss and lap at every single inch made her writhe and scream his name in a litany that surprised her. Every touch of his hands, his lips, and body made her wish for the impossible.

She didn't want to have to walk away from him.

The moment he slid within her, she couldn't help but think how right it felt. It wasn't all supposed to clock this easily or this quickly. Shouldn't her experiment need more time? Had she been denying the truth in front of her longer than she first thought?

Unnerved by the realization, she cupped his face and kissed him more tenderly than she'd ever done with anyone.

The slow momentum he'd begun stopped the moment she wrapped her legs around his hips. She urged him on, moving faster towards what they both needed.

He harshly cried out her name when she clinched around him. A breathless whisper of his own name escaped her as she succumbed to the sensations he'd caused.

They laid there, still connected and holding tight to one another as their breaths began to slow.

Maxwell rose up some on his elbows to look at her face. A tender smile formed as he saw the brief look of wonder in her sated expression.

"Wow." He said, softly kissing her. "My imagination really, really sucks."

She snorted in disbelief that he could make her want to laugh at a moment like this.

"Does it?"

He nodded, lips brushing hers once more.

"Nothing in my fantasies could possibly live up to tonight."

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" She couldn't help but smile while thoroughly enjoying the feel of him pressing her into the mattress.

"Couldn't you tell?" He eased off of her, rolled into his back, and pulled her on top of him.

"Oh I could." She settled more comfortably against him. "In case you are the least bit curious, I liked it too."

His grin blossomed in hearing that. A part of her was tempted to go into how much she loved being with him and in how she didn't want it to end.

She knew she couldn't. This would have to be a one and done experience.

At least until I finish my investigation and destroy whatever evidence I discover.

And possibly dispose the body of my blackmailer.

It was odd to willingly remain in his arms to bask in the afterglow. Normally she couldn't leave or kick her lovers out fast enough. She never wanted to talk or simply be held. They'd provided a service to her passionate nature and were no longer needed.

But Maxwell...

She wanted this. She wanted to hear any ridiculous thing that came to his mind. She loved the fact that he needed to touch her. His hands drifting down her back in lazy caresses was exactly what she needed while gazing at his handsome face. She loved seeing how perfectly content he was in this moment.

It reflected her own feelings with him.

Knowing he would insist on when their next night together could be if she didn't say or do something, she pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

His arms wrapped around her with body already responding to her touch once more.

Moaning in frustration that they didn't have time for another round, she forced herself to leave his arms.

"We better hurry." She said while swiping up her dress on the way to the ensuite.

Maxwell hopped off of the bed and caught her before she made it inside.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind when she relaxed back against him and pressed a sweet kiss to her neck.

"Tonight meant everything to me, Liv." He admitted in a heartfelt tone.

Tears blurred her vision. She turned to respond with a deep kiss, holding him close for one last time before escaping.

Leaning against the bathroom door, she whispered.

"It meant everything to me too, Max."

**************

A short time later, Olivia found Liam talking to Riley in one of the acloves along the outer edges of the ballroom. Preparing herself for the inevitable, she told him she needed to speak to him.

When he seemed reluctant to leave Riley's side, Olivia blurted out that she was leaving.

"Why?" He searched her eyes for a sign of why she would leave before the ceremony was completed.

"There's no reason for me to stay." She glanced at Riley, hoping he would think it was because of her she was leaving.

She couldn't tell him the truth, especially when she wasn't certain what the truth was.

Liam stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"What about the person you told me about? Don't you want to see if it's love or--"

She shook her head. "That's not going to happen now."

Saying goodbye before he could question her further, she turned on her heel and left all while ignoring the couple calling out for her to wait.

She made it outside and down the steps of the palace before being stopped.

"Wait a second!" Riley breathlessly pleaded. "Are you okay?"

"Like you care." Olivia snapped.

"I do." Riley gripped her hand. "I wouldn't chase you down if I didn't."

"Why would you?" Olivia grumbled, wrenching her hand free. "It isn't like we're friends."

"I thought we were on our way to being just that." Riley argued.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I don't have time for this."

"Yes, you do." Riley moved and blocked her way into the waiting town car. "Now what's going on?"

Olivia handed over the letter. She didn't know what possessed her to trust this woman with it, but she suddenly wanted someone to know the truth of why she was running away. For some reason, she believed Riley would keep this secret.

Either I'm a fool for giving her something to hold over me, or she really is all that Maxwell claims.

Without a word, Riley scanned the contents, her mouth dropping open when she got to the end.

"Who did this to you?" She demanded.

"That's what I'm going to find out." Olivia snatched the letter back .

"We need to find them and demand the truth." Riley said, her own temper snapping at the thought of someone blackmailing Olivia.

"We?" Olivia laughed without humor. "There is no we in this. I have to find them. You," she sighed, "you have to go be with Liam."

"You're going to need help." Riley insisted.

She reluctantly stepped out of the way so Olivia could get into the backseat.

With the window rolled down, the fiery duchess reached out and grasped her hand in quiet gratitude.

"I'll be fine on my own."

"Do you think it's true?" Riley asked.

"I don't know." Olivia went to let go and found Riley holding tight to her hand once more.

"I promise I'll help you. I won't tell anyone that you're being blackmailed. Just tell me what you need and we'll get to the bottom of this. You shouldn't have to--"

"Stop." Olivia pleaded. She was surprised by Riley's fervent speech to help and by her own temptation to accept it. "Thank you, but you can't."

Easing her hand away, she nodded towards the palace.

"Go be with Liam. He needs you more than I do." She lowered the privacy barrier and told her driver she was ready. "And Riley?"

"Yes?"

"Watch your back." Olivia warned.

#the royal romance #trr #maxwell x olivia #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #choices the royal romance #choices fic writers creations #choices the stories you play

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vicsy · 2 months ago

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currently sitting in Baku airport and letting the past weekend sink in. wanted to share with you my many notes and emotions ♥️

Azerbaijan GP in general:

- in my opinion, perfect place to kind of get introduced to going to actual races. I met many people who’s first gp was this one.

- great organization overall. probably the only downside is the amount of walking you have to do because of street closures.

- price range is rather compared to the seats/options they offer is pretty good actually! especially if you book in advance. they also release GA tickets about a week or so before the gp, so anyone could enter the fanzone without having a grandstand seat. although there aren’t many places you could see the track from but there were many screens around!

- Baku is a rather small city, not too complex to navigate. I really liked it tbh.

- merch prices felt illegal but what else is new? they accepted catch (local currency) and any and all credit cards.

- volunteers were really fun to hang around with! I made friends with a couple of them for next year.

- the entire area was huge and had so much to offer for adults and kids alike. many options for food and drink.

- +30 degrees Celsius was a bit harsh but I’m good at surviving heat. you definitely get an extra tan on the grandstands ahahahah

Drivers:

- to me Daniel was taller than many people say he actually is. and broader? very solid. very beautiful. very…. beautiful….

- Charles up close was like a deer from a magical forest. very nice. was seen sprinting to the hotel on Sunday cause I think he was running late.

- Fernando did not approach us but I felt his aura even from a distance. he’s also very square and small but stocky. and super handsome.

- Liam smelled nice when he stopped to take a selfie with a couple of us standing at the gates on Sunday.

- Carlos was very present, signed a lot of stuff to so many fans, sometimes had his dissociating face while doing so. also smelled very nice. his hairy arms….. I shall not speak.

- Alex was a sweetheart <3 tall and smiley. very welcoming even if some people tried to swarm him. very friend shaped.

- I will protect Jack Doohan with my entire life, he’s so sweet and shy. will kill and maim for him. he’s also really tall but somehow tiny. saw him in his biking gear that left nothing to imagination.

- also saw Valtteri biking in his lycra (?) suit, 10/10 ass right in front of my face.

- also saw James Vowles exiting the paddock. he got swarmed by so many kids asking for his autograph, it felt like he was there to sign them to Williams. which is ironic.

- Jonathan Wheatley was in his phone while going out, wheeling out his little suitcase. I looked at him longingly. silver fox indeed.

emotionally it felt… like nothing else. I’m very keen on preserving the child-like wonderment inside of me and seeing F1 cars on track live for the first time reignited that unadulterated happiness that many of us are constantly chasing. it may not have been the best outcome of the race but I understand the appeal of watching a gp in person. it truly feels differently and, to each their own, somehow it’s better than just watching on screen.

the entire ordeal with getting to the fanzone stage first was worth it. and getting a card signed by Yuki and Daniel + Aston Martin posting me twice on main is just proof of that ahaha but honestly. great way to see the drivers up close for the first time. they felt so real.

Monday felt weird because I got used to only wearing f1 merch and constantly sprinting to get myself places. the comedown from such high intensity emotion even knocked a couple of tears out of me (allegedly). I definitely want to try and attend races more often now.

to be very honest with you, I wasn’t done being happy. and I really want to go back to the beginning. but we go on. so vicsy gp is signing off (for now). hopefully not for too long!

#vicsy gp #I will stop being a sap now #everything related to the race weekend you can find under the vicsy gp tag #and if you have any questions about Baku in general I’d gladly answer them!#baku gp 2024

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sfb123 · 2 years ago

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Hands Down - Prologue

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry

Summary: Can Liam and Riley still find their way to each other despite Riley turning down Maxwell's invitation to Cordonia?

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,945

Song Inspiration: Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional

A/N: I am participating in @kingliamappreciationweek Day 5 (Friendships/Relationships/AU, all of which apply to this prologue), as well as @choicesflashfics Week 29, "That's all we/they are now. A memory. A faded picture. A failed potential." It will appear in bold below.

A/N 2: It's been a minute since I've posted anything, let alone started a new series. I've had bits and pieces of this story forever, but could never figure out how to put it all together. Then my aunt died (IYKYK), and I've been working on this ever since.

A/N 3: Thank you to those of you that I have been bombarding with ideas, snippets, and complaints. They're still going to be coming, probably now more than ever. But I appreciate you listening and humoring me. Especially @txemrn for looking over this prologue and making sure it was okay.

Tagging my usuals, if you'd like to be added or removed just let me know!

Liam was in a daze as he returned to his hotel suite, still thinking about her. They had only spent a couple of hours together, but it was all Liam needed to know that he was destined for so much more with Riley Brooks.

He fell back onto the couch and pulled out his phone, texting Maxwell to see if he was still up, and if he would join Liam in his room. He was, and he would.

While he had his phone in his hand, he opened his camera roll and looked fondly at the picture that they had taken together. Liam told her that it was because he wanted to remember his trip to the Statue of Liberty, but more than that, it was because he wanted to remember her. Not that she wasn’t permanently imprinted on his mind the second they locked eyes, but he wanted to have a photo of her, to have tangible proof that she wasn’t a dream.

A knock at the door pulled Liam’s attention away from his screen. He stood, returning his phone to his pocket as he answered to find Maxwell grinning on the other side.

“Well well well. Have fun, your highness?” His friends crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

Liam chuckled, he couldn’t help it. “More than you know. Please, come in.” He moved aside and motioned toward the sitting area.

“Soooooo… tell me everything. You seemed pretty smitten, I’ve never seen you like that before!”

“Maxwell, I’ve never felt like that before. She’s incredible. I’ve never felt more carefree, more happy.” Liam sighed at the memories of his evening. “That’s why I need your help.”

Maxwell’s head tilted in confusion. “Me? What can I do?”

“Ramsford doesn’t have a sponsor for the social season, correct?” Maxwell nodded slowly, still not sure where this was going. “I want you to sponsor Riley, to bring her to Cordonia.”

“Liam… are you sure? I mean we’re not prepared for that. We weren’t expecting to sponsor anyone.” Maxwell hesitated. He wanted his friend to be happy, but he also knew his family’s financial state, and he wasn’t sure they would be able to support a sponsee.

“Maxwell, I know your house has been having some… difficulties financially since your father took ill. I would be more than happy to pay for anything she needs. Discreetly, of course.”

Maxwell studied Liam’s expression, he had never seen his friend like this before. The textbook definition of stoicism, the young prince was never one to show his emotions so openly. But now? He could see the desperation, the need clear as day on his friends face.

“You really have it bad for her, don’t you?”

“More than I ever thought possible.” Liam answered.

“I’ll find her tomorrow morning before I head back.” He patted his friend on the shoulder.

***

Liam stood in the receiving line greeting the suitors one by one. It was the first night of his social season, but all he could think about was her. She was all he had been able to think about since the night before.

I hope she had a safe trip.

She’s going to look so beautiful.

I wonder if she’s been thinking of me the way I’ve been thinking of her.

I need to move through this line faster. She’s in it somewhere, I need to see her again.

Before long, the final suitor dipped into a courtesy and made her way back to the party. Liam looked around the room. Perhaps she had just gotten caught up in something and didn’t make it to the receiving line in time.

“Liam? Is everything alright?”

He turned around, to respond. “Yes father, I was just taking everything in.”

Constantine chuckled. “Well, enjoy it son. This is all for you. It’s the beginning of a whole new chapter.”

Liam nodded, looking past his father to the bar where Maxwell was ordering a drink. “Father, if you’ll excuse me for a moment.” He didn’t wait for a response before stepping away.

“Maxwell.” Liam greeted his friend as he stood next to him at the bar.

“Oh, Liam. Hey!” Maxwell shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Happy social season!” He held up his drink, smiling awkwardly.

“Where is she?” Liam asked, anxious to see her again.

“Riley?” Maxwell asked, trying to buy as much time as he could. Dreading having to deliver the news. “She… well, she’s not here.”

“Why not? It’s the first event of the season, is she running late?” Liam began rambling, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. “Was there an issue getting her a gown? I could…”

“Liam,” Maxwell interrupted. “She’s not here as in, she’s not in Cordonia. She didn’t come.”

“What… why?”

That Morning

“Riley!” Maxwell jogged up to the familiar figure as she unlocked the door of the bar.

She turned to face him as the door opened. “Oh hey, Maxwell, right? Did you forget something last night?”

“No, I actually had a proposition for you.” Riley furrowed her brows. “Do you have a minute to talk?”

“Sure, come in. We don’t open for another hour, so I can spare a few.” She walked into the building, and he followed behind.

As she approached the bar, she pulled down one of the stools and signaled for him to sit. He took a seat and she stepped behind the bar, grabbing an apron and tying it around her waist.

“So, you and Liam seemed to hit it off last night.” Maxwell said, wanting to gauge Riley’s take on the evening. He wanted to make sure Liam didn’t misinterpret, or misunderstand her side of the outing.

A slow smile spread across Riley’s face, the same one Liam had on his the night before. That’s when he knew the feeling was very mutual.

“We did. I’ve never met anyone like him before. Hell, I didn’t think guys like him existed in real life. I hope whoever wins that social season realizes how lucky they are.” She said wistfully.

Maxwell grinned, this was going better than he had hoped. “What if you were the one to win it?”

“Ha-ha, yeah right.” She replied, shaking her head and turning to empty the dishwasher.

“No, I’m serious.” He assured her. “Each noble house sponsors a suitor. Since we don’t have any sisters we can pick whoever we want. And I pick you!”

Riley froze and turned back around looking at Maxwell with a shocked expression. “You,” she pointed at him. “Want me,” she turned her finger to point at herself. “To come with you to a county I only just found out about like twelve hours ago, to join some fancy royal version of The Bachelor to try to marry a prince?”

“I wasn’t going to word it quite like that, but more or less.” He shrugged.

“But… why me?”

“Riley, Liam couldn’t stop talking about you. He was so happy last night. Happier than I’ve ever seen him, and we’ve known each other forever. His life is full of meetings, and stuffy dinners, and boring things he does because it’s his duty. He gets to break away and have fun sometimes, but those times are getting less and less now that he’s ramping up to become King. He’s such a good person, he puts everyone else ahead of himself. He deserves to be the kind of happy you make him all the time.”

Riley was silent, examining Maxwell’s expression. He seemed to be sincere. “Maxwell, that’s really sweet of you. Liam’s lucky to have a friend like you looking out for him.” She started. “But be realistic, even if I came with you, I’d have to quit both of my jobs and put school on hold. Basically quit my life to travel halfway across the world for the chance to be with Liam. It wouldn’t even be a guarantee.”

“He asked me to sponsor you!” Maxwell blurted out.

Riley’s breath caught in her throat, she hadn’t been expecting that. “But why? He doesn’t even know me.”

“He knows enough to believe that there could be something between you two.”

She blinked back the tears that had started to rise. She felt it too, but it was a major risk. Riley Brooks didn’t take risks. “Yeah, but even if I did come with you, that doesn’t mean anything. He told me about the social season, it’s not like he’s going to be able to just send the other girls home the second he sees me. Everyone gets a say, and I'm a nobody from America. I know nothing about your country. I don’t know about your customs. Hell, I don’t even like fancy foods, I’d probably make a fool of myself and be laughed out of the country at the first dinner.”

“But Riley…”

“Maxwell,” She reached across the bar, placing her hand over his. “You’re such a good friend to come here for him. But my answer is no. Maybe if we were in a different time, or a different place, but we’re here. These are the cards we were dealt, our lives are just too different for it to work.” She swallowed over the lump in her throat. “I need to get things set up to open. Have a safe trip back.” She turned and walked to the back, leaving Maxwell alone.

“I’m so sorry Liam. I tried, I really did.” Maxwell said sympathetically. He could see the pain in his friend’s eyes, despite his attempts to remain composed. “I don’t know if it helps or hurts, but she had the same dreamy look on her face when she talked about you that you had when you talked about her. Everything you felt last night, she felt it too.”

Liam cleared his throat, “Thank you Maxwell. It was a longshot, but I’m very grateful to you for trying. If you’ll excuse me.” He nodded solemnly to his friend before walking away, moving to the double doors that lead to the balcony.

He stepped outside and breathed a sigh of relief that he was alone. He approached the balustrade, leaning his forearms against it as he gazed out to the garden maze. He thought about Riley, what she was doing right now, if she missed him as much as he missed her.

Perhaps he had just gotten caught up in the magic of the evening, he had overromanticized their connection. He took his phone out of his pocket and pulled up their picture. He examined their faces, they both looked so happy. He placed his thumb and index finger on the screen, dragging them apart to zoom in on her face. He was trained to read people, and everything about her, both in that moment, and in the photo, told him that she had been feeling exactly what he had been. Even Maxwell had noticed it the next day when he went to talk to her.

It just hadn’t been enough.

“That's all we are now. A memory. A faded picture. A failed potential.” He lamented as he continued to stare down at the picture, remembering their night together.

“Liam.” His father’s short tone startled him so much that he nearly dropped his phone off of the balcony.

“Father,” he turned, discreetly returning his device to his pocket.

“What are you doing out here by yourself? You should be in there spending time with your suitors. The season is going to go by quickly, you need to take every opportunity to get to know your potential brides.”

“Yes father.” Liam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get Riley out of his mind.

**********

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elisastales · 1 year ago

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The ground cracked around Kira's sword, the blue glow from beneath peeking through in a nightmarish way. At this point, with all he had seen since Scott bit him, he should be used to those kinds of things happening, but unfortunately, he wasn't. His gaze followed the cracks, expanding and moving, like it was an animal, something conscious, trying to reach for Theo with crooked fingers. His brain was struggling to understand what was happening, and then Kira's words came, "Your sister wants to see you." A bone-chilling shiver went through him, leaving the hair on the back of his neck standing, flinching backward as if the threat was aimed at himself. It was stupid; he knew it was. He wasn't going to get hurt. Kira was pack, but that thought didn't do anything to calm him, to stop his stomach from churning, and the bile rising to his throat when a girl crawled out from the hole, her body dislocated, hands like claws latching onto Theo's legs like shackles. When Theo fell, he locked eyes with him for a second. For the first time since he met him, he looked like a boy, the uneasy, sinister mask was gone. But that wasn't any better, not when the horror was seeping from him like an overflowing dam. The sour smell of panic hit Liam's face seconds after, it was suffocating and almost made him hunch over himself, fighting the reflex to gag. But Mason was there, holding onto him, somehow keeping him at bay. The screams of Theo bashing his ears like he was standing next to him, leaving the sound ricocheting inside his skull. It felt like having cotton inside, similar to what waking in the middle of the night after a bad dream felt like, mouth dry and chalky, disoriented. "But this is real," a voice in the back of his head whispered. His heart stopped for a second before resuming with all force, as if trying to get out of his body. Seemingly, his feet had a similar idea and launched himself forward without thinking. If it wasn't for Lydia's hand suddenly around his wrist, he wouldn't have stopped, or so he said to himself. It felt strange, wrong. This wasn't something they should be doing. His eyebrows touched in a frown as the wolfish features receded, leaving just the face of a horrified teenager. This wasn't okay; this couldn't be happening. He had to do something. They didn't kill; they didn't take upon themselves the deed of punishing enemies like that. But before he could do something, say something, anything, the ground was closing, and Theo was gone. Any trace of him had vanished, like he had never existed. The only proof that he had been there was the chaos around, the loss, the blunt, numb sting of betrayal Liam could still feel since realizing Theo had used him to kill Scott. "This can't be right," Liam mumbled without actually intending to. He could feel the others' gazes on him, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the ground, from the spot where Theo had been standing seconds before. "He wanted to kill us," Kira responded quietly but firmly, totally convinced. Liam was shaking his head before realizing. It was like his body had a will of its own, without asking permission for anything. "He's not the first," he replied, taking shaky steps forward, staring at the ground as if he would be able to see through the floor and catch a glimpse of Theo. He knew that he was dangerous, someone you couldn't trust or give the benefit of the doubt to, at least not again, not after what he had done. Even then, It seemed like too much. Sending someone who was a threat to Eichen was one thing, but this? It felt worse than killing. "We had no other option, Liam," the voice of Scott came from behind him, soft and gentle, full of sorrow but not regret. His eyes snapped up, turning around to find him right behind him. Liam was surprised to find his image blurry; it took him a moment to realize there wasn't anything wrong with Scott. It was his eyes that were doing weird things, glazed with tears. "There's always an option, you said that, isn't that the whole...philosophy of this pack?" The words came out unfiltered and breathy, the disbelief impregnating his tone. He didn't even know he believed them until they were out. "Why...why is this better than killing?" It wasn't a reproach but genuine confusion. He didn't want to kill; he didn't want to be part of it. He didn't want to be okay with standing and watching while someone was being dragged to hell, regardless of whether he deserved it or not. This wasn't him, or at least, he didn't want that to be him. "Theo is too dangerous. He has to stay there. It's the only way to keep ourselves, and others safe," the small voice of Lydia came from behind Scott, and the bile rushed up again, leaving his sides aching with the force of the muscles contracting. Liam bent a little bit, putting his hands on his knees. The fact that it had been his sister taking him didn't took the weight of the fault from the pack, their hands weren't clean just because they hadn't use their claws. Wasn't this using his sister as much as Theo himself did? using her to do something nobody else wanted to do? "For how long?" he whispered through his teeth, swallowing to keep the contents of his stomach inside. There was a deafening silence as no one replied. Liam screwed his eyes shut, letting his head drop to the front. "For how long, Scott?" he repeated, looking up through his hair dangling in front of his face. Scott shook his head slowly, and Liam knew what he meant. He wanted to leave Theo there, forever. The younger moved back as if he had been slapped, emptying the contents of his stomach on the sewer floor as he turned to hold onto the wall. "This isn't okay, this is wrong," the same voice from before repeated again and again until he couldn't hear anything else, barely feeling Mason's hands on his back as he tried to help him up. "We try to save people, we don't do this," he murmured over and over as they dragged him out of the sewers, unaware of the comfort the others tried to give him. But even if he did hear it, it wouldn't have helped. ... That night, tired and feeling as if he had had his soul sucked out of him through his mouth, Liam laid in his bed, eyes hazy but open, staring at the ceiling, thinking of what was happening to Theo down there at that exact moment. Wondering what it was like, asking himself how much Scott would hate him if he stole the sword and brought him back, pondering the idea, rolling it around in his head, unable to actually say it out loud. Would Scott throw him out of the pack? Would they all hate him? Would Theo kill him as soon as he was out? Would he go immediately after the pack and kill them one by one while they were unaware of Liam's betrayal? Or would he go on the run to avoid being dragged to the ground again? Months later, he found an excuse to do it. It wasn't as if it was just an excuse; it was actually helpful. Liam was sure that he would've thought of that even if the guilt wasn't eating him alive. After all, Theo knew about the Wild Hunt; he'd be useful. Scott wouldn't have a reason to say no. They needed the help, and if he did this carefully, it would be a win-win. Liam pondered the weight of the sword in his hands, throwing nervous glances to Hayden at his side, who was visibly anxious, dubious. So, before she could talk him out of it, he raised the sword and buried it in the ground, his chest compressing painfully as the dusty figure of Theo Raeken stood up. Back from the dead.

#my version of what happened after theo got dragged to hell #this is the first thing i write after months of avoiding my own novel #i might make it something bigger #depends on how much inspiration and ambition i can gather #and time of course #theo raeken #liam dunbar #thiam #theo raeken in hell #i'll make myself cry. im a cry baby after all #this might be a good way of improving my english

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trashbins-stuff · 1 year ago

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Hello. I have seen that you have been tagged by @neobixiscool on one of their posts. I am planning to make a rant post on them. If you can provide some background info and your side of the story, that would be great. If you feel uncomfortable discussing this, that's ok. Have a good day/evening.

rub hands together like flies. my time has come/silly 😋😋

and thank you for coming to me :3 i appreciate it/gen also i get to go all cabby on this hehe

oh and, im not really hurt-hurted by them, i feel like mocha (mochablogger), liam (moonmxple) and mac (blairdrawzstuff) are most affected. They did have a book with my character in it but in a different universe or something (without my consent nor credit btw). Anyway under the cut is my observant. Honestly i think i might have jsut make the rant post for you lmao hrgbnhe 😭😭

the background/before:

mocha was working on a little story and xe said we could be in it! so obviously me and my friends signed up for the fun, not really expecting anything, the story was called "The Traumatized Cup", thats when we first meet him.

In one of the chapter mocha had introduced rubix, at first i didnt really think much about him, i was just aware of his presence, i do notice him and mocha started to become friends and i thought that was great :)

something that you should probably contact cuppy for more info:

so rubix (or according to rubix, "jasp" was roleplaying) and mocha were friends on facebook, and they roleplayed there i think, this i just know but apparently he said crap about liam (mocha's platonic partner and my best friend). Mocha is very sensitive and even in roleplay xe's still uncomfortable with what rubix said

"bezel's" divorce headcanon (and possible influence on further problems):

i heard people talked about it but never knew where it came from, but thne i found out and,,

tdlr; 1st one is about mocha and rubix, i dont know if mocha consent to it. 2nd one is uh a bit weird i i guess like he could have ask facemoji to make another one ;-;. 3rd ah yes the divorce that i had heard about!/vneg

rubix said bezel forced him into making the 1st one, even if thats true, rubix said the divorce was bezel's headcanon but hes the one that decided to post the 3rd one ("okay i asked facemoji again..")

seem kinda sus not gonna lie..but what do i nose right :-)

bezel probably influence more but even after all these months im still not sure if he really did do those things, idk lul, it is pretty weird that bezel's blog was a sideblog though (liam told me)

heres a bunch of words with link attach, those r my opinions lmao:

these u can just click to read so i hope thats okay

on wattpad he have a book in which he painted mocha, hazel and blair as manipulative (admittedly his writing was good, he could have used it for something different though)

he also uses some of our characters (such as mocha cuppy, hazel, blair, harp, blueberry, winter, bin (mine btw), seedling, galaxy journal,...etc) he did the delete that book tho, anyway heres more screenshot proof (credit @moonmxple )

mocha asked liam and neobix said its cringe

i remember this one also

the one where he tried to ban pet name and online dating (in 2023) (check the comment and other reblogs also theres alot, its practically a goldmine/silly)

and can i say he barely knows our friend group? like sure he knows mocha but hes trying to fit into our group (very poorly)

please read what cass wrote in the comment (thanks cass for speaking out about it ily)

the ask i sent him

NOT to get all bitchy here but mocha blocked you therefore you literally dont appear anywhere on xer dash, you're out of xer life and xe had no reason to pester you, not everything has to be about mocha. You guy's relationship (or supposedly lack there of) had change but honestly? thats okay they dont have to like the same people that they liked yesterday. You might think you know that's them but it wasnt, mocha in real life is kinder and better than the version inside of your head and they're happier now and its so sad that you cant see (because you're blocked)

and again, not everything has to be about YOU

he also made it all about HIM like excuse me ???? can i not complain for little bit without you coming in and nag about your problem ??? if you're suffering go talk to someone dont talk to online strangers ??? :)))???????

bro cant even read a long paragraph post like go back to elementary school lmao, also reporting ppl just because they use their right to not forgive you is such a sore loser move, it make you sound like petty six year old (also max be spitting facts tho)

bro brought out HIS right (reporting mocha, which he actually cant do if he doesnt have a valid reason) while ignore MOCHA's right (not forgiving him, which isnt a valid reason for him to report xem). The definition of petty is literally complain way too much about unimportant things that could have and should have ended already

"you dont have to relate to everything you see on the internet, somethings are simply not about you" :)

did you know that to report someone you have to click alot of buttons??

common salad W <3333

oh yeah, this doesnt have links but jasp/neobix is being so casual abt bezel's death but also uses it as a way to make people feel bad for getting upset with what he did

Sorry for playing the dickhead role, but you wouldn't be laughing if you knew how we felt about every single one of you. (why it sound serious all the sudden lol)

why i still doubt (uh and heads up, galaxy brush, kodu, cuppy,..others who think @/rubixisanidi0t was saying the truth, im not saying he isnt but you cant blame me for not trusting can you? please skip this part if you're sensitive):

naw so if this was suppose to be jasp then whats jasp motive lmao :/..he dont gain anything from this + who tell people their secret plan publicly?? + how did jasp know about rubixs hallucination?? rubix please dont tell such personal things to jsut your friends and please just talk to an adult in real life. And jasp, dont let these kind of things on the internet its not safe/srs

this is just straight up weird and also why did neobix/jasp said "old friend" like hes rubix?? when he supposedly told rubix and i quote "yeah.. Soo.... This person named @/mochablogger seemed like some cool person, and when I tried to talk with them... Nothing happened, so when I figured they didn't care... It all happened at once." neobix/jasp and mocha werent even friend to begin with why was he SO obssess over getting mochas forgiveness when they supposedly barely interact much??

aint it a bit weird how this is supposedly jasp/neobix but why would they make this video??? it???doesnt make any sense?? and like were rubix and jasp still good friend??? why wood bezel make jasp of all people do it??? unless yk

HOL UP, WAIT A MINUTE..if rose jelly dated rubix but rubix tunred out to be jasp then..WHO IS ROSE JELLY ACTUALLY DATING??????

if @/neobixiscool is suppose to be jasp then how did he get a screenshot for a show rubix was making???

i translated it and head up. it has death threat in it

you know, if someone stole my account and ruin my reputation i wouldnt be following them and be mutuals with them :)

i appreciate him saying hell save us but like..why would @/neobixiscool linked the real rubix's yt and discord knowing full well that the real rubix was there and could told joiners the truth??? that seem kinda dumb ngl also on the channel you can find a video called "waitng for forgiveness" which @/neobixiscool had talked about. and lets do a bit of timing here, if rubix really was telling the truth and havent been on social media since his alst post on @/rubixcuix (last posted in august) and the divorce arc and the roleplay thing and EVERYTHING had started in september, and if the yt belonged to rubix, then he shouldnt have known that mocha didnt forgive him and make that video????? bc he wasnt suppose to be there since august??? bc if anything he shouldnt be waiting for forgiveness bc if jasp really did steal his tumblr account then its not his fault?? like i find it absoltuely HILARIOUS that the evidence agaisnt what rubix said was on both the account @/neobixiscool AND @/rubixisanidi0t's PINNED post?? and it boggles my mind how no one talks abt this???/lh/nm i mean its quite obvious maybe im jsut really observant though idk

if you got your account stolen and jasp supposedly brought back a wattpad book, i dont think you should be continuing it?? and didnt you said your reported him on wattpad?? on the same account where the book is?? why are you acting like "yes i did promise them this and im fully aware of what happen even though i supposedly havent been here since august and i will continue this book" has it hit you?

uh yeah so these are just my silly little takes, but hey! what do i nose? :-)

#drama #my take on the drama is very fun hehe :) i had fun writing this #anyway thanks for reading my thoughts lul hope you have a great dayyyy <3

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oonajaeadira · 1 year ago

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✨ Pedro Pascal IMDb Checklist ✨

@wannab-urs, this is such a fun game!!!!!! Thank you for creating it and tagging me!

Put a ❤️ if you’ve seen the actual show/movie (if it’s a show it can just be the episodes he’s in)

Put a 💜 if you’ve seen all the scenes Pedro is in but haven’t actually watched it

Tag some Pedro stans <3

The Last of Us - Joel Miller ❤️

Strange Way of Life - Silva ❤️

Housebroken - Claude 💜

The Mandalorian - Din Djarin ❤️

The Bubble - Dieter Bravo ❤️

House Comes With a Bird - Nico ❤️

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent - Javi Gutierrez ❤️

The Book of Boba Fett - Din Djarin ❤️

Calls - Pedro Across The Street ❤️

We Can Be Heroes - Marcus Moreno ❤️

Wonder Woman 1984 - Maxwell Lord ❤️

Home Movie: The Princess Bride - Inigo Montoya ❤️

Community: Webisodes - Mr. Stone

Triple Frontier - Frankie Morales ❤️

If Beale Street Could Talk - Pietro Alvarez 💜

The Equalizer - Dave York ❤️

Prospect - Ezra ❤️

Kingsman: The Golden Circle - Jack “Whiskey” Daniels ❤️

Narcos - Javier Peña ❤️

The Great Wall - Pero Tovar ❤️

Exposed - Oscar Castro Vargas

Sweets - Twin Peter 💜

Sia: Fire Meet Gasoline ❤️

Bloodsucking Bastards - Max Phillips ❤️

The Mentalist - Marcus Pike 💜

Graceland - Agent Juan Badillo

Game of Thrones - Oberyn Martell ❤️

The Sixth Gun - Special Agent Ortega

Homeland - David Portillo

Red Widow - Jay Castillo

Nikita - Liam

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation - Kyle Hartley

Body of Proof - Zack Goffman

Wonder Woman - Ed Indelicato

Charlie's Angels - Frederick Mercer

Sweet Little Lies - Paulino 💜

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit - Special Agent Greer

Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe - Comandante Veracruz ❤️

Brothers & Sisters - Zach Wellison

The Adjustment Bureau - Maitre D' Paul De Santo

Lights Out - Omar Assarian

The Good Wife - Nathan Landry

Nurse Jackie - Steve 💜

Law & Order: Criminal Intent - Kip Green/Reggie Luckman

Iris - Billy ❤️

I Am That Girl - Noah

Law & Order - Tito Cabassa

Without a Trace - Kyle Wilson

Sisters - Steve

Earth vs. the Spider - Goth Guy

NYPD Blue - Shane 'Dio' Morrissey 💜

Touched by an Angel - Ricky Hauk

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Eddie ❤️

Undressed - Greg

Good vs Evil - Gregor New

Window Shopping - David

Burning Bridges - Alex

I got 30 out of 57…. (and I would have had more if documentaries and Netflix specials were counted....)

np tags: @grogusmum @insomniamamma @ezrasbirdie @blueeyesatnight @something-tofightfor @stealyourblorbos @leslie-lyman

+ open to anyone who wants to join!

#tag games

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jessthetea · 10 days ago

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I mean it’s also possible that his mom knows what her (alleged?) job is but didn’t know who her clients were? I mean yeah they went to a trip together but it was a sponsored trip? And if they aren’t that close his mom might not know she worked with L too, maybe the topic of L was just never brought up? /gen

Idk I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s also a possibility to know what someone does “vaguely” but not in depth, like who their clients are, etc. if a person doesn’t talk much in details about their job. I barely know what exactly my mom does for a living, not the thorough details when it comes to her job description and I live with her lol so I don’t think it’s that weird if his mom didn’t know she knew L

not a shade at this blog btw just wanted to share my opinions

Honestly, I'd only buy that if I didn’t know Jess. In every interview or blog post I've ever seen from her, she’s always name-dropping the “big names” she’s worked with, making sure everyone knows just how important she is. So it’s pretty hard for me to believe that if Jess really did work with Liam Payne, she’d just never mention it.

For all we know, the reason his name never came up is because she didn’t actually work with him; maybe they just dated briefly. He was a fling she didn’t want Jamie’s mom digging into because if you do look him up, especially in the UK, it’s the dating rumors that pop up first—not any evidence of her working with him.

I think Jess might have been intentionally quiet about Liam for that reason. Even now, after all the searching, I haven’t found a single bit of proof she managed him or did anything with him besides hang around and maybe date him for a bit.

#jess moloney #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #asks

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mikestoklassa · 2 months ago

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My time at the Zak Bagans Haunted Museum

This ghost hunting episode has compelled me to share my own experience with Zakary Bagary's Spooky Emporium, mostly because I've only shared this story orally and also because I want to flex that I've been somewhere Mike Stoklasa has been. Mayhaps it will inspire one of you to write a Fanfic (gentle persuasion). But truly this is mostly a diaristic blog post for me so that my memory of the Zak Bagan's Haunted Museum never truly slips from my grasp. Facts may not be totally accurate because this is months later and I have a shit memory. Anyways read more if u even care

THE BEGINNING

So my boyfriend and I went to Vegas this past year so that I could see my beloved Vegas Golden Knights <3 Of course that couldn't occupy the whole weekend, and my boyfriend and I aren't gamblers, so we had to find other things to pass the time. When we realized that Zak Bagans' Haunted Museum (which I will refer to as ZBHM) was in Vegas, we had to go. To be honest, by boyfriend and I have only seen a few episodes of Ghost Adventures, but we love spooky stuff and people whose reputations proceed them, so we knew we had to go.

We were staying on the strip, and ZBHM is located more in their downtown, so we had to Uber there. NGL I was expecting some spooky old Victorian house painted in all black, but truly it is just a pretty historic home in a residential neighborhood.

To my shock as a North-easterner, the check in for the museum is outside. So we're greeted by a lovely person who asks if we have tickets. We said we didn't and they told me the wait can be anywhere between 15 minutes and 3 hours, as we'd essentially be hoping that someone who bought tickets didn't show up to their tour. We didn't feel like waiting in the Vegas heat, so said we'd come back. Out of nowhere a man who looked like Guy Fieri if he shaved his head came up to the desk and said we were making the right choice, and to come back tomorrow with tickets. The workers were really nice and let us peruse the gift shop before we left.

My BF and I ended up going to the Mob Museum which was in the neighborhood. It sucked. Don't go.

THE RETURN

That night we purchased tickets for after lunch the next day. They were a whopping $54 dollars each, meaning two tickets was already over $100. There was something called an "RIP Access" ticket, but all I saw was we got to go to a basement and got a shirt and I thought that was dumb as shit so we didn't get it.

So we return the next day and have to wait outside for the next group to enter the house. Most importantly, we're asked to sign wavers stating we WILL not sue Zak if a ghost follows us home. I'd never hold Zak to that, so I gladly signed. Once we're informed we can head inside, I assume the tour is starting but no, we're being led to a lobby with a ticket booth. I thought that was weird, because we already had tickets, but I figured they had to give us badges so they knew we were on the tour. There were pictures of people who had come to ZBHM before, including One Direction's very own Liam Payne. No photography was allowed on the tour, so this is the only photographic proof I went.

So in this lobby, we're basically lined up to a ticket booth where I think we're getting badges. But no, when you get up to the booth, a lovely worker asks if you would like to give Zak Bagans additional money to do the "RIP Access", which includes extra experiences and rooms, as well as free T-shirt at the end. I still think that's dumb as shit, so I say no. But then my BF and I realize we are the ONLY people on the tour who don't have RIP Access, and we don't want to have to stand like dumb dicks outside of certain rooms while everyone else got to go inside, so we let peer pressure get to us. We upgraded for an additional $32 each, meaning now instead of giving Zak Bagan's $108 dollar, we gave him $172. Truly a low point.

THE SPOOKY TOUR BEGINS

So once Zak swindles you out of your money, you're guided out of the lobby, through a yard, and into the museum proper. The first room is truly, deeply, honest, the most censory overload I have ever experienced in my life. Every breath you take will contain 0% oxygen and 100% smoke machine gas. The first room was just an oddities room, filled with haunted items and general cool things that Zak has found along the way. There were human skulls on an old church pew, and as a museum worker myself, I so desperately needed to see the provenance of those. I'm still waiting, Zak. Anyways, our tour guide then proceeds to uncover a machine which is an old Zoltar machine, but instead of a Zoltar animitronic, it's a Zak Bagan animitronic. Then, after each person on this ten person tour gave Zak Bagans $86 dollars each ($860 total), the tour guide asks if anyone would like to "spare a dollar" for the Zak Zoltar machine so Zak may give our tour a fortune. I thought everyone on the tour would feel just as indignant about this as me, but no, people were desperately reaching for their wallets so that they may be the person who blessed our tour with a fortune. I can't remember exacts, but it has something to do with bewaring stairs. Spoiler alert: the fortune did not come back up.

THE GROSS

So from the main room, we enter a haunted doll closet, our first RIP access experience! It was a hall filled with old dolls. I think old dolls are cute not creepy, so this was a pretty lame experience for me. Next we entered a room that looked like a chapel, and we are for the first time greeted to Zak's lovely presence. Zak in a voice over begins to tell us the story of Anneliese Michel, the German woman who underwent a bunch of exorcisms. Now I am very much like Jay, in the sense that ghosts are most interesting to me when they're presented as amorphous fields of energy. I do not care for demon stories, especially when it's obvious that the "demonic person" is just severely mentally ill. So needless to say, I was not about this room. After the voice over, Zak invites RIP ticket holders to the spooky crawlspace tunnel below a mantle holding a chalice the Michel family owned? Idfk. I was NOT crawling through some damn tunnel with someone I don't know's ass in my face, so I declined and walked in the hallway with our tour guide to the next room. My BF went through and said the scariest thing was the idea of the person in front of you farting.

I won't lie, it's about here where my memory gets murky, so I apologize if this is out of order. ("But isn't this just the second room you went in??" Girl idk!!) What I remember next was entering a room with a large bed in it. In the room we are greeted to another voice over from Zak explaining that this bed came from Love Ranch. Zak spends a long time explaining that this is the bed that NBA player Lamar Odom OD'ed and almost died on, and that the Love Ranch owner Dennis Hof died on. I was like "Okay I guess that's a little creepy and sad but is it haunted?" And then Zak on the voice over was like "Oh by the way here's a picture of Hof on the bed with a creepy face in the back that may be a ghost" and then we were PROMPTLY ushered out of the room.

Next we're taken into a room that looks like a medical office. We're told the drawings on the wall and the items in the room belong to Jack Kevorkian, who was a doctor and proponent of euthanasia. The Zak Voice Over spent a lot of time explaining how people would faint in this room after feeling very emotionally overwhelmed. I was like okay....it's the Vegas heat, we've been standing for awhile now, every square inch of this place is nothing buy fog machine smoke, and now we're talking about euthanasia...yeah that'd probably make me pass out. Anyways we go into a room which has Kevorkian's van where the euthanasias were performed. To me, this stuff isn't spooky like at all? IDK I don't know a lot about Kevorkian but from what Zak said he just sounded like a doctor who wanted to give people a chance to go with grace.

So with all of that leaving a bad taste in my mouth, we were taken to a room full of serial killer memorabilia. Personally, I don't like the idea of serial killer's being tortured souls who must stay on this mortal coil as ghosts, but I guess it was better than Zak exploiting the deaths of their victims so whatever. It was a little cool to see the artifacts in the room but honestly now as an adult who understand serial killers aren't complex and fascinating psychos and mostly just guys who hate women, I didn't really feel compelled by this room. There also weren't really any ghost stories in this room. I think Zak just wanted to flex he had a John Wayne Gacy painting.

We were then taken to a room that looked with a barn with a big cauldron in the center. I IMMEDIATELY clocked it as an Ed Gein room. The Zak Voice Over once again comes on to explain a little bit about Ed Gein and how the cauldron in the room is the one Gein used to drain the blood of victims. Again, I'm not into this stuff, but was snapped back into it when Zak explained that on a paranormal investigation of the museum, two English witches were performing a seance in this room and one became possessed by Gein and tried to attack the other. I was so onbroard. Zak please if you're reading this pay those English witches whatever they want to explore your museum more.

THE UPTICK...

So the English witches had me so unbelievably hype and the next point in the tour was so fun. We're taken to this carnival themed room where a man introduces himself and then promptly sticks a drill bit up his nose. He then swallowed a sword and explained he'd been working there for awhile. I asked him how you learn you're good at something like that, and he actually explained the process by which he trains. It was genuinely interesting. Next to him was a caravan which apparently was haunted by a little girl, so the group was split in two to investigate. My group was second, so we had a moment to talk to this guy and ask questions. I am of course annoying so I asked how often Zak is bringing objects to the museum, how he decides where to place them, where does he get them from,etc. I think the guys wanted us to ask if Zak was like cool and nice lol but he played along and answered as best he could. Anyways we went in the caravan next and nothing happened.

...TO THE STEEP DROP

After we departed from nice carnival man, we were made to walk in a hallways with scary clown animatronics, only some of them were real people. I don't hate clowns, but I do not like haunted attractions with real people, so I spent the whole time just staring at the ground. I couldn't tell you what anything looked like.

Then we were in a normal hallway with two doors. Our tour guide informed us that we'd be going to the left, which was the "torture room". I had my fill of human suffering, so I asked if I could wait in the next room. My tour guide was kind enough to let me do so. My BF went in and informed me it was a serial killer who prayed on male sex workers and they had the bed he would torture them on. I did not mind missing it.

The room I waited in was next, and you guessed it, we were greeted to the Zak Voice Over. Zak explained we were in the antechamber for the Dybbuk Box. I was hype, because this is something I definitely know Zak for. All was well until the Zak voice over started explaining to terrifying night Zak had with the Dybbuk Box while investigating with his "friend, Post Malone." Something in me just snapped, I started crying laughing. I thought it was so fucking funny. But you need to understand, everyone else on my tour was SO into this stuff. I didn't want to be the asshole yucking everyone's yum, so I turned to the corner. I then noticed our tour guide looking at me and realized he was assessing if I was crying or not. Not wanting to be used as a story of "a woman who started having an emotional breakdown right outside of the Dybbuk Box room", I pulled it together. We finally entered to see.....the Dybbuk Box behind four giant wooden walls. Apparently Zak had a vision of someone stealing the Box, so he added the walls for good measure. I was whelmed.

After this, my memory gets REALLY murky. I know we went to the basement where the previous owner claims her dad would perform satanic rituals on her. Very sad, but Zak made a point to note that she stopped texting him eventually. Take a hint Zak.

I remember a spooky doll named Peggy, who we were told NOT to disrespect as she was SUPER MEGA HAUNTED. Even Zak apparently wouldn’t go in alone. We entered, and Peggy was just a doll from the 70s with a page boy haircut and a prairie dress. There was a spirit box in the room and we were told we could commune with Peggy. NO ONE spoke for the longest time so eventually I said “…I like your haircut Peggy!” No one laughed and Peggy did not respond.

The most exploitative room undoubtedly, was the celebrity haunted memorabilia room. Inside were such respectful object such as Brandon Lee’s coat from The Crow, which he died in, Paul Walker’s sunglasses, which he died in, Truman Capote’s summer clothes, which he died in, and for some reason, Patrick Swayze’s tooth. Nestled in the corner was an object which I was immediately drawn to, and which I paid the most attention to throughout our time in this room. It was Sharon Tate’s wedding dress. I don’t exactly know how this object was supposed to be haunted, as she didn’t die in it, but my God did I want to deck Zak Bagan’s in his fucking face because something like this genuinely belongs in a real museum and not Zak Bagans’ Misery Porn Tour of Horror.

I also remember being taken to a nautical themed room which had some Titanic objects, but was mostly a Natalie Wood room, as it had items from the boat she was on when she died. Voice Over Zak explained that he was doing a separate paranormal investigation and placed some objects in the room. At the same time, the captain of the ship Natalie died on texted Zak saying, practically verbatim, “OMG!!! All my books just flew off the shelves. It’s Natalie, I know it.” All I could think was, “For the love of God, let this poor woman rest.”

THE END

At this point, the tour was just throwing everything at the wall and seeing what stuck. We went into a room with a rocking chair that supposedly possessed a child. I asked our tour guide what happened to the kid and he was like “Oh the demon left him and he’s fine now.” Oh, good! We went into another room with artifacts from an occultist with a specialization in EVPs. I LOVED this. Again, I love the idea of ghosts being energy who can speak through radio waves. What I didn’t like is Zak being like “Oh by the way, listening to EVPs infected her with demons and she went crazy and wasted away.” I’m sorry, what is it with Zak and demons???

Lastly, of course, was the house from Zak’s wonderful documentary. You’re led a dark room where Zak explains the portal to Hell resided in the basement of a home in…Gary, Indiana. The the walls lifted and from behind a fence you could see some dirt from the basement with a pentagram in it. I’m sorry, how did they transport that? Everyone has to understand they redrew/drew that pentagram in there, right? Anyways, super anticlimactic way to end our tour.

Then of course, exit through the gift shop. I was offered a shirt for buying the RIP access ticket. I declined. My boyfriend did get one, though. Still trying to convince him to do a Mike and Jay Halloween costume with me.

TLDR, the ZBHM had none of the fun campiness of Zak’s personality and was full of human suffering and very little ghosts. I cannot stress enough, though, how awesome all of the employees there are. I truly, TRULY hope that a good portion of the ~$860 Zak is getting form each tour is going to them, because they sell you on it.

Anyways Mike what if we kissed in the Creepy Demonic Crawlspace of the Zak Bagans’ Haunted Museum 😳

#i was drunk and angry and stupid and blogging #THIS IS SO LONG BE WARNED #for me and me only

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princeescaluswords · 2 years ago

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Something that really gets me is the "stupid Scott" mentality many of the anties have. Especially considered in on several occasions throughout almost all seasons we see some semblance of Scott who really trying to put his foot down to get better grades\ maintain his grades. There's even a few scenes of him studying and even promising his mom that he will be better. Season 3 saw Derek actually looking back at Scott questioning what he was doing there when he should be at school. It gets implied heavily that it's his involvement in the supernatural world that gets in the way of his studies. Something we physically see. Yet the anti Scotts love this rhetoric that he's an idiot or an imbecile. Yet he's able to maintain well enough grades to stay on the lacrosse team and get into AP classes.

Side bar: those last two points make me question if Scott's grades or really as bad as he thinks they are or if they're just not where he wants him to be. Which would actually explain Kira and Lydia's reaction because he's always saying they (his grades) suck and yet he's in class with them.

Your question actually made me take a moment to re-evaluate the scene you mentioned in Parasomnia (5x02). Don't get me wrong, I still hate the whole bit because the heart of the scene is cruelty presented as humor. Other than the fact that the joke's not funny, the set-up also relies on a dynamic between Scott and Lydia that we haven't seen since Season 1 and a dynamic between Scott and Kira that we haven't seen since Season 3B. Even though I feel the scene is demeaning and regressive to all three characters involved, I have to admit that it serves multiple narrative purposes.

Yeah, but no one's tried to kill us in six months either. Other than Belasko's surprise attack at the Senior Scribe, the characters have been at peace. Their decisions are no longer matters of life or death, so they've been able to relax. We get a little Season 1 Lydia, the Queen Bee of the school. We get a little of Season 1 Scott, though instead of focusing on making first line, he is focusing on becoming a veterinarian. We get a little of Season 3B Kira, who wants to fit in and be friends and is thus a little susceptible to peer pressure. The scene tells us that they got to be kids for awhile.

Why wouldn't you tell me? Were you worried what I would think? The scene helps set up the crises of the season. Scott doesn't think he's smart enough, and that insecurity, coupled with the doubts that Stiles, Malia, and Liam exhibit, leads him to doubt his own decision-making. As a result, he doesn't take action until it becomes problematic, such as with Kira's fox spirit or violating Corey. Kira's timidity exacerbates the danger of her fox caused by the Doctors.

You'll get them back; you have to. As much as I also dislike the scene in Status Asthmaticus (5x10), it underlines the importance of the pack. These kids like each other and they need each other. As cruel as Lydia's behavior is, she's not doing it because she despises Scott. She is genuinely wondering if he's in the right class. As weak as Kira's capitulation is, it comes from a desire to be friends with both Lydia and Scott. And Scott needs to grapple with failure and a lack of faith. They are a pack; they reinforce each other.

So, the scene does serve a good purpose; I just didn't find it aesthetically pleasing. That's okay. It's not the only scene I have with this problem. But they hang together as a cohesive whole.

But fandom? Fandom's a different story. Parts of the fandom have this habit of taking scenes out of context in order to make their point, and their point is always that Scott shouldn't be the lead protagonist. In this specific case, he's stupid and thus shouldn't be entrusted with the story. For example, they take Stiles's barbs such as "I don't know how you would survive without me" and "Still want him in your pack?" as proof positive that Scott is unworthy and that Stiles doesn't really like him (yet when he says nasty things to Derek or Peter, it's banter) and then ignore scenes like Scott outwitting Peter in Season 1 in terms of the mall scene and Peter's date with Melissa. Scott outwits and out-thinks the villains -- Peter, Derek, Gerard, Deucalion, Theo, Gerard again, and the Anuk-Ite. When push comes to shove, Scott's smart enough for the responsibilities he takes upon himself, even if he confuses bestiary with bestiality.

I mean the scenes where Scott defeats the villains by perceiving their actions and coming up with strategies that defeat them happens every season and they're never blink-and-you-miss-it events. Then why do parts of the fandom keep up the illusion of Stupid Scott? As it always is, it's the racism. They cash in on the Lazy Uneducated Mexican trope in order to delegitimize Scott in favor of some other white boy.

Take Season 2. I've actually read Sterek stans blame the destruction of Derek's pack on Scott's plan to stop Gerard. How that works, I don't know. It's not like Derek ever expressed any single strategic thought aside from "kill them before they kill me." And it wasn't working, because Derek was playing right into Gerard's hands; that old hunter knew a werewolf's nature was an instinct toward violence. It's Scott whom Gerard underestimated as a guileless simpleton, and he spent 18 months spewing black goo because of it. But who cares? To parts of the fandom, Derek should have won due to him being a hot white man with a sad backstory. The color of his skin is the only thing that really matters.

Take Season 5. Stiles stans will go on and on and on about how Scott should have listened to Stiles, but that's where they stop. They have to stop there, because Stiles didn't have a plan. He couldn't prove to anyone his gut instinct about Theo -- not to Scott, but also not to Malia, Liam, Lydia or Sheriff "Tender Hug" Stilinski. The show didn't blame Stiles for not being able to defeat Theo and the Doctors on his own, but parts of the fandom can't tolerate that, so they blame Scott for Stiles not being able to defeat Theo and the Doctors. Because it can't be Stiles's lack of honesty and incredible self-loathing that's the problem.

In the end, that scene in Parasomnia can't be taken by itself. There's another scene in Mrs. Finch's class, where Scott gets the first quiz back and he scored an 86. It's not a 100% but it's not a Fail either. And that's the nuance their racism doesn't allow them to see.

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