#LOL Adam's so unperturbed

[lettherebemonsters]

@unhinged-greed

Ooh, ow. That actually hurt.....nah. Adam had been called far worse than a clown by those who literally gave him life. Being called a clown by a clown might as well have been a flirt.

" Eh, I'm called the biggest mistake ever created by my manager every freaking day of my life. Honestly your taunting is fucking lame as shit, bruh."

[angelasscribbles]

Yoga Pants: A Three Weeks in Ramsford Drabble

Series: Three Weeks in Ramsford and Drakes Tight Pants Anthology

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: None at the moment.

Rating: MA

Warnings: Language, mature themes

Wordcount: 582

A/N: So....yet another fic about Drake's ass lol. After reading chapter two, Hot Yoga, @tinkie1973 wanted to know if there were pics of Drake in his yoga pants which led to a mood board, which led to me having further ideas about the hot yoga itself. In the original chapter, the yoga itself was not described. Since Kiara was a participant, there's no way she wasn't looking at his ass. So here you go! @drake-walker-appreciation @choicesficwriterscreations

My other stuff: Master List.

Kiara couldn’t help the fact that her eyes kept sliding up. She was on her hands and knees, ready to push up into downward dog. The problem was that Drake Walker was in front of her, which placed his ass directly in her line of sight.

And what an ass it was! It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed it before, it was just that before she’d been more focused on his pecs and abs. She also had never seen him in anything quite as tight and revealing as the yoga pants he’d purchased at the counter before class began.

She was having a lot of trouble focusing.

When the instructor gave the signal, she reluctantly pushed up into the correct pose, replacing Drake’s ass with her feet in her field of vision.

She spent the rest of the class trying to not be obvious about where her attention was focused.

When the class ended, Drake stalked toward the water cooler while she watched him go, ignoring whatever Penelope was rambling about.

“He has a nice ass, doesn’t he?” A voice whispered in her ear.

“Shit! Max! What are you doing?” Kiara nearly fell over.

“Sorry, I was trying to be quiet,” he chuckled, “didn’t think you’d want everyone to know you were checking out Drake’s ass.”

“What? No! I mean, I wasn’t!” heat flamed across her face.

Penelope stopped talking about poodles to interject, “Oh, but I thought you said he had the best ass in Cordonia and that you would lick whipped cream off his-“

“Penelope! That’s enough!” Kiara screeched in mortification.

“Everything okay over here?” the instructor had come to see what the commotion was about.  

“Oh, ah…” Max stumbled over his words a little under the scrutiny of the smoking-hot yoga instructor.

Adam Winchester was the real reason Max had been going to hot yoga three times a week.

“What’s happening?” Drake asked as he walked back to the group with a cup of water in his hand.

“Nothing!” Max blurted out, “We were just admiring your ass!”

“What? No!” Kiara shook her head frantically from side to side in denial.

“Don’t be weird, Beaumont,” Drake lifted the cup to his lips completely unperturbed.

“No, I know we’re just friends. I’m not hitting on you, I promise. I’m just saying-“

“So, you’re gay?” Adam interrupted.

Max blinked, “What?”

“What?” Adam held his hands up in front of him, “It’s just a question!”

“I am gay…and you?”

“Gay as fuuuuuck,” Adam smiled at him enticingly, “Can I get your snap?”

“It’s whatskraken, but like the squid… let me spell that for you…..”

Kiara, Drake, and Penelope rolled up their mats as Max flirted with the instructor.

“You do have a nice ass, Drake,” Penelope chirped as they headed for the door.

“….thanks…”

“Mon Dieu!” Kiara cursed softly under her breath.

“What was that?” Drake glanced back at her as Maxwell caught up to them at the exit.

“Nothing!” she squeaked as they exited the studio.

Less than five minutes later, Penelope’s poodle obsession had separated her from the opportunity to have lunch with Drake. She sighed as they walked back to her car.

The image of that ass was going to haunt her dreams tonight. Maybe now that Riley was out of the way, he’d notice her. Surely he would be going on the engagement tour, there would be plenty of opportunities to talk to him then. Yes, she decided, the engagement tour was definitely going to be her chance.

[moonlight-escapade]

Until it’s Gone (Loki Imagine) Pt. 1

Hey guys! So this is a fic that I wrote a while ago. It’s quite long so I’m going to make a mini series out of it as well! :) 

Basic concept: Loki decides to destroy a planet on your Wedding day. (Typical Loki right? Lol! XD )

I just wanted to say, I know with fanfics and imagines most people like to keep the background short and “get to the point” (aka fluffy romance & such- which I adore don’t get me wrong here!) but I think writing the background is part of the fun, you know? I feel like it then makes the romance that much sweeter. I promise I won’t do that with all my fics, but in these series type stories that’s pretty much what may go on. Just an FYI! :)

I hope you guys enjoy this Loki series! :)

“Where is she?” I boomed as the heavy golden doors of my fathers court swung open at my arrival. He watched me carefully; I new the games he would play, I knew them before I walked through the door. And he hated having the lower hand. “Answer me!” I yelled at Odin. I’d hated him before, but my feelings were murderous now, and if he didn’t speak plainly there would be life to pay. 

And his was one I would gladly take. 

“Loki-“ his calm voice sent my rage higher than I’d ever known it to raise. “You COWARD! To spare your own life you’ll TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!” I boomed. Odin watched me with that bastard look of contempt, signaling his guards, who’s armored hands had iron grips around me- something I hadn’t noticed till they’s let go. In a flash I was next to my father. My scepter placed dangerously around his throat. 

“Loki, she’s safe.” 

“Safe!” I laughed. “You dare tell me she’s safe when I’ve not the slightest idea WHERE. SHE. IS!” I felt the scepter ripped from my hands and the guards hands firmly around me anew. “Release me! You coward! You BASTARD! Where IS (Y/N)!” I bellowed ripping myself from their grasp, multiplying myself in an instant to deal with their incompetence while my true form walked slowly up to the ever so grand paragon of Asgardian leadership.

“Jodenheim.”

My heart stopped. And the next thing I knew I was being held on the ground by my brother, the God of Thunder, Thor. “Loki! Stop this!” He yelled. Before thinking anything of his sudden appearance, I fought from under his strong grip to wrap my hands around Odin’s throat. To say so with such heartlessness? To say so with such unperturbed calm? In a sudden moment of clarity I was struck with realization… I looked behind me at my brother. “You…,” I spat at him, “You put her there.” I stared at my brother, searching his eyes for admission as he tried to avoid my gaze. “YOU PUT HER THERE!” I howled, struggling to wrap my hands around Thor’s throat. “After everything brother! After I gave my life for you… for JANE! YOU DARED TO PUT (Y/N) ON JODENHEIM!” I watched my brother struggle with this slap of reality- nevertheless, he would not let me go. “Loki, please” he whispered, “Go. Go retrieve her. I was sent to leaver her there- I did. But she’s hidden. I’ve hidden her. Far from anyone discovering her.” I stared at him, blinking incredulously. Quicker than my raging heartbeat, duplicated our illusion so as Odin would not hear us. 

“You-,”

“Loki, we must go now. I will go with you. We will retrieve her. But we must leave before it’s too late.”

Shivers would not cease to rip through your body. The thin fabric of your silken dresses barely helping to keep any heat radiating within you. Luckily, Thor had given you his cloak… else you might be dead right now. You couldn’t help but laugh (for other wise you’d cry) at the turn of events as had occurred. Today was meant to be the day of which you were meant to feel the most alive… instead here you were; banished to an ice planet, facing my every minute a greater and greater prospect of death. Your teeth chattered viciously as you tried to breathe hot air down your dress, and a yelp left your lips as a gust of freezing wind whizzed past you. Though the winds whistled piercingly, swallowing your cries no sooner than they’d left your chattering teeth, you could not detain the sobs that began to escape your chest. You began to truly believe you were banished here, in Jodenheim, forever.

The only comforting thought in your mind was the fading memory of Thor’s promise to return for your.

And with hopeless fear, you sat and began praying to… to… no one. You trembled as the realization of sending your helpless prayers to Odin would no longer be your salvation, for he was the one to place you here, in the land of the frost giants, in first place. To place your here for simply loving his son. For being the one to stand alongside him through everything; good or bad. And though the bad seemed to overrule his ledger, you’d never have left his side. And for that, Odin deemed you worthy of punishment. And so, you sent your prayers out to an empty abyss, and an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness began to consume your heart. You couldn’t help the tears that began to freeze down your cheeks as you curled up into yourself, both out of grief and in a ridiculous effort to generate warmth.

“Please, help him. I beg thee glorious stars above, I’ve only loved Loki with every facet of my being. I’ve only ever been guilty of loving him. And I’ll never cease. I’ll never cease,” you cried. “I beg you, please, help us. Help us to be together again. To love, to stand alongside one another. Oh stars please, do not defy me. I want to go home. I want to go home to my love-“ you stopped suddenly, cut off by the unexpected feel of two large arms wrapping themselves around you. With a gasp, you looked up, expecting to find Thor… but instead were met by a pair of the most crystal blue eyes you’d recognized in your life. Your heart seemed to physically burst from it’s chest. A sob twisted in your throat before you could find your voice, then, with a sudden burst; “Loki!” you screamed. Still crouching on the frozen rocks you’d taken refuge in, you threw yourself (though it was more of a fall at that point) around the darkly clad God. Tears and sobs flowed uncontrollably from your body as Loki began to sooth you with kisses to every part of your numb face. It seemed as though his touch alone was enough to restore every drop of warmth inside you anew. But greedy as you were- you dug your face into his neck, trying to push yourself as close to him as you could; If you could be literally have been inside him, it still wouldn’t have been enough. After a moment, he brought you to your feet and pressed you up against him- you immediately wrapped yourself around his torso as a gust of wind flew up your skirts. The dark green fabrics of his cloak suddenly wrapping around your shivering and sobbing body as he continued to sooth you, shielding you from the storm with one hand pressed to the back of your head, as the other pressed you to him as if he’d never let go again. 

A scraping metallic sound arose then from the entrance of the stone cave, and until then you hadn’t realized that another figure was present amongst you and Loki. The figures long hair and unmistakable crimson red cape blew through the cave as another gust of wind tore through it’s crevice. “Thor!” You yelled through chattered teeth and tears, trying your best to keep a grateful smile on your face. As you tried to walk to him and give him thanks for keeping his promise of return for you, Loki’s arms would not move from their adamant place around you. You looked up at him confused, but were met with the sight of his furious expression, contorted toward his brother in a terrifying glare. A cold sweat quickly shot through you. You squeezed your arms around him, trying to pull his attention back toward you and away from the murderous daggers he shot his brother behind the icy blue glow of his eyes. A gust of wind suddenly boomed around you, and seeming to blow right through your very being, you quickly became victim of a violent shiver that ripped right through your bod, causing an involuntary shriek to escape your lips. Loki’s eyes grew a shade of blue you had never seen before- like that of the dark abyss’ surrounding the outskirts of this dreadful planet; a dark blue that made both God’s and Man alike fear the dark depth’s of.

“Loki, I promised you she was safe.” Thor began cautiously. And that was enough to set Loki aflame; “Safe? You promised she was hidden. Not safe, no. If you promised her safety she would be on Asgard; HOME. With ME.” 

“L..L…oki-“ you tried to calm him through chattering teeth. You could barely get out a sentence at this point, for it seemed when Loki’s anger intensified, the chill of Jodenheim did too. Before continuing with your plea, you were quickly met with the wrath of his dark eyes, “Are you defending him?” He asked you with a look of disgust. His reaction left you silent- another chill rippling through you out of fear of what would happen if you did. You wanted to, yes. You knew he was being unfair- especially given it being his fault you were even sent here in the first place. But between Loki’s fury and the shivers rattling through you, you decided to get to the point and make him understand later. “I..m s..sa..afe,” You mustered through chattering teeth and numb lips, trying to place you trembling hands on the sides of his face. A gesture that seemed only to change his look of disgust into that of anger, and quickly you were swept into his arms. You gripped onto him tightly as you could, then, finding you could barely use your strengths at all (your arms were almost completely numb), you inadvertently added more flames to Loki’s already raging fire. As you made your way out of the cave, he stopped beside his brother. “Don’t you dare believe I’m done with you,” he warned darkly. Though you knew Thor was strong, when it came to his brother or anyone in his family, his conscience did not take accusations of betrayal lightly. You looked to Thor empathetically, giving him a thankful glance before Loki carried you off.