and his muscles in general

it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.

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What do you find attractive about sungyeol from a physical aspect?

Well first off the thing I like the most in guys are broad shoulders and a toned back. I literally searched for a guy in school who I saw walking down the stairs. I didn’t see his face but the sight of his shoulders in a somewhat tight grey shirt were enough for me. As Sungyeol doesn’t have that much fat it must be pretty hard for him to gain muscle as well. Which indicates that his frame in general already allows him to have broad shoulders 

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Second, as I am Dutch and surrounded by guys with an average of 6ft, height isn’t that special to me. But the lankiness and the flailing arms and the way stylists accentuate his height is very handsome to me. With legs for days♥

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Third I didn’t know how much I loved a gummy smile but he changed my mind by a lot. 

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Fourth he has a constellation of moles which are such cute details 

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And last he has these dreaming eyes. You can already see it a bit in the photo above but this one is my favourite:

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A Break in Routine Part 3

Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: I’m not too happy with this part, but it leads up to the next part well. And the next part, based off what I’ve outlined, is really awesome. In my opinion, of course.


“What are you doing?”

You jumped, the back of your head colliding against the wall with a painful thud. A small groan left your parted lips, your hand rubbing the area you’d just hit. You managed to send a weak smile towards the man who’d popped out of nowhere.

“Hi, Matt.” You acknowledged, blinking a few times to clear out your vision.

“What are you doing?” He repeated, staring at the small device you’d been bent over.

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uks come over to visit their so's family for the first time and the family is like a really lively one and coddles the boys

Kiyoshi Teppei: Kiyoshi only grins sheepishly and scratches awkwardly at the back of his head when your mother throws herself against him and proceeds to pat him down, much to your embarrassment. Knowing you mother, you had mentally prepared yourself for something like this, but even so, you hadn’t expected her to take such a direct approach in ‘getting to know’ your boyfriend. 

Hanamiya Makoto: Hanamiya wants to do nothing but tear your little sister off his arm and dunk her in the nearest trash can, but surprisingly, for your sake, he actually grins and bears the assault from your sibling. The dark look followed by the smug smirk he shoots your way suggests that he wants something from you in return for being so obedient around your family - Hanamiya isn’t one to do anything for free, after all. 

Mibuchi Reo: Mibuchi dips his head and smiles politely in response to your mother commenting that he’s ‘pretty enough to look like a girl’, and you make a mental note to thank him later for being so patient around your blunt parents. However, he almost falls out of his chair when your mother continues on her chatter - claiming that she wants to braid his hair, and Mibuchi has to sit still for the next fifteen minutes whilst your mother plays around with his dark strands. 

Hayama Kotarou: It’s a good thing that Hayama always has so much energy - because so does your Dad, and for once you think that there’s finally someone other than your mother who can keep up with him. After pestering your boyfriend with way too many personal questions, your father suddenly challenges him to a basketball match - you don’t even know if your father knows how the game works - and much to your surprise and exasperation, Hayama eagerly agrees. 

Nebuya Eikichi: Nebuya stands frozen still whilst your family fawns over how tall and muscular he is, unused to receiving so much attention. He ends up basking in their compliments once the initial shock is over, however, and you hang your head in defeat with he starts explaining his training regime to your family - because once Nebuya starts talking about his muscles, or just simply muscles in general, it’s almost impossible to make him stop. 

Trick or Treat

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You run into Jeon Jungkook when you’re trick or treating with your little sister. Later that night, he comes to play a trick on you, then again… would you mind? 

Word count: 2972

A/N: This is the last story from a Halloween project I’ve been working on. If you’re interested in checking out the other stories I wrote you can find them here:

Jin - Yoongi - Hoseok - Namjoon - Jimin - Taehyung - Jungkook

“Come on! Come oooooooon!!!!” Your sister shouted through the bathroom door as you washed your face. “We’re going to be late and there’s gonna be no more candy and I’ve waiting for this all year and I really want to goooooo!!”

She was a little too insisting and you were starting to get annoyed. You dried your face with your hand towel and opened the door abruptly. Whatever anger you had quickly vanished as you were welcomed by the most beautiful ladybug you had ever seen.

She was seven years old and the most annoying yet adorable little sister you could ever wish for. She would constantly bother you and make you feel angry and desperate but she was so cute and adorable that those feelings never lasted long  You were several years older than her after all.

It was Halloween and since your parents were out of town, so you were on Trick or Treat duty. You hadn’t gone trick or treating in years so deep down you were excited about it, even if it meant you couldn’t go to any of the Halloween parties you were invited to. Of course, you wanted to go out and have fun, but it wasn’t like you were dying to either; going around the neighborhood and going to bed early sounded good as well. It also meant you didn’t have to put too much effort into coming up with a costume and that was always a plus.

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The Taste of Corellian Whisky

This takes place in the same universe as my Chaos and Discipline fic, though it functions as a stand alone of it’s own. I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Hitaka ever since @white-rainbowff started her Mikylux fic, as well as @festeringsilence’s delicious artwork ahahaha. Shout out to @greedlingtrash for some of the discussions we’ve had that have shaped my headcanons about Hitaka dynamics. <3

Setting: Star Wars Universe, pre Force Awakens
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Hux/Mitaka
Warnings: D/s Themes and Hux is an Asshole
Summery:   Lieutenant Mitaka has been newly appointed to the Finalizer. Though this is an exciting step up in his military career, he finds it difficult to keep at bay the inappropriate thoughts that flood his mind concerning the strict General who oversees the ship.

The Lieutenant’s hands were folded neatly behind his back, his posture proper and his stance exact as he looked out into the wide room that served as the ship’s main station of operations. The bridge. His eyes were only slightly widened in awe, trying to tame his expressions down so that he didn’t appear…. quite so green. Which was not an easy feat. The Finalizer was the First Order’s flagship after all; the largest and most impressive ship in the fleet. He found it awe inspiring just to be standing on it at all, let alone with a brand new posting.

There was a bustle of excitement amongst the men here, and he had to admit to himself that it was contagious. Things were happening, big things, and he had the privilege to be a part of them. The Starkiller Base was almost complete, which was a feat in and of itself. It had been in the workings for the entirely of his military career already, and to have it so near completion now was a monument to the First Order’s might. He felt like he was about to witness history itself unfold before his eyes.

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Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Let It Slip
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“Morning Princess” Pietro groaned a little as he sat up from his sleeping position he had found himself in the night before. He was laid on his back, sat up a little, with you snuggled into his chest; he couldn’t ask for anything more perfect. You yourself were laid upon Pietro’s chest with his strong arm wrapped around you,his hand resting in the crook of your back.  You adored moments like this, you truly did. Lying here against Pietro’s shirtless chest, you listened to the soft sounds of his heart beating as you used your index finger to trace the outlines of his abs him responding with little shivers your fingers were cauding him. As much as he denied it Pietro secretly loved the feeling of your dainty fingers against the hard muscle on his chest, he in general just loved your touch on his skin; you were so gentle and he craved your touch.

“Do we have to get up?” you moaned sitting up and shuffling a little so you were straddling him, you both loved sitting like this, you because you got a really nice view of Pietro and how gorgeous he was, him because he didn’t really have to move at all and he got to see your beautiful face.

“We do princess, I know trust me what I wouldn’t give to have a bit longer in bed with you” he chuckled intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you down for a kiss.

“The meeting is in an hour c'mon, let’s go shower” you sighed heavily getting off of the soft bed onto the cold floor, attempting to pull Pietro with you.

“Fine” Pietro grumbled rolling his eyes. “As long as we shower together” he smirked as you pulled him along by his hand giggling a little when he said what he did.
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Within 40 minutes you were both ready for the morning meeting, well as ready as you could be, morning meetings were the worst. It was probably the worse thing about being an Avenger that and the constant high risk of dying on missions, but morning meetings were worse. Nothing would beat morning meetings; they sucked ass.

“Green tea my princess” Pietro chuckled handing the mug making you blush as his fingers lingered on yours as you took the mug from his large hands. “Right okay I say you go first then me-” you stopped Pietro in his tracks by shaking your head and looking down towards the cool tiled floor, he knew what you were thinking but you still said it anyway.

“Why haven’t we told them yet P, I mean not all of them but Wanda at least, do you realise how hard it is to not tell her, she’s such a good friend of mine and she’s your sister! I don’t like lying to her like this, just the other day she wanted to set me up on a blind date with some guy. She cares about both of us it’s time we told her.” you spoke looking into his eyes as he nodded before rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re right, after the meeting we tell her, but you’re still going in first though.” he said making you smile a little, that’s why you loved Pietro so much, he was always able to make you smile, no matter what the situation. It was one of his many talents.

Walking into the modern looking meeting room you took your seat next to Wanda as she smiled sweetly towards you, “Morning y/n, green tea?” she pondered gesturing at the mug.

“Yeah want some?” you offered handing her the mug as she took a sip,

“You make it just like Pietro does” she chuckled you smiling a weak smile at her before looking down. You needed to tell her and you were just glad you were doing so after this. “Must have the same taste” you blabbed looking down at the black mug that your hands were wrapped around.

“Wanda” Pietro spoke speeding into the room and placing his green tea down next to Wanda before gazing over at you and smiling like a little boy in a candy shop when he spots his favourite sweet.

“Prince-ss” he stammered realising what he said once he was part-way through saying it. Shit.

Everybody turned to look at Pietro and you, you jumping from your seat as Wanda did, a look of betrayal on Wanda’s face. “You two” she whispered looking between the both of you Pietro with his head in his hands, you ripping the skin of your nails of with nerves. “You two are dating?” she spoke, her face twisted in confusion “I just need a minute” she excused herself from the others as she stormed out of the room, she was hiding her emotions well but you could read her like a book; she felt betrayed.

Pietro going to run after her but you placed a hand to his chest signalling for him to stop. “I’ll go do it” you stated glancing into his worried eyes. “At least then she can yell at me and get it over with” you breathed watching as he hung his head in shame. You placed a quick kiss on his lips to which Nat ‘awed’ and Tony wolf whistled before you ran out of the room after Wanda.

Turning the corridor you found her sat cross-legged on the floor picking at the stone patterned that Tony had chosen out. “Why didn’t you tell me? Do you think honestly I wouldn’t be okay with the two most important people in my life being happy?” she grieved glancing across at you sat the same as her with guilt in your eyes. You understood why she was mad and she had every right to be with you just wished you had told her earlier. Looking at her now she would probably have encouraged you both together if you had told her from the start.

“We were Wanda we truly were. The reason we didn’t tell you was what if our relationship didn’t work huh? What if it didn’t work out and we ended up fighting and breaking up and hating each other. It wouldn’t be fair on you to be caught in the middle. We didn’t want it to go like this, we had plans to tell you very shortly I promise.” you whispered as she breathed out a heavy breath before looking up at you.

“That blind date I was going to send  you on? Do you know who I was going to ask to meet you?” she questioned making you shake your head. “Pietro, that’s who I was going to ask for you, I knew he liked you a lot and I wanted to see you both together, I just wished you had told me sooner.” she said giving you a weak smile. “But y/n, I understand and forgive you if-” she paused looking at you before giggling. “Help me break the news about me and vision.”

When the words escaped her mouth you burst into a fit of giggles laughing as you nodded your head. “Of course!” you exclaimed as she reached over and hugged you.

“Guess you all made up then huh?” Pietro’s voice rung in your ears making you both jump up off of the floor.

“Yeah we did and Wanda has something she wants to tell you” you spoke glancing at Wanda and gesturing for her to speak, letting Pietro just stand there completely confused.

“I’m dating Vision” she mumbled reaching for your hand to grasp as Pietro’s face flushed red.

“Y/n, do you happen to know where vision is” Pietro spat trying to take deep breaths but failing.

“I think me and him should have a little chat that’s all” He spoke harshly before running off down the hall you yelling after him.

“Pietro I swear to god! Do not kill the man!”

anonymous asked:

headcanon- Symmetra likes to take moderately long baths. Junkrat doesn't get the appeal. Or maybe he's wary of water. Symmetra convinces him to join and she washes his hair. He is super touched and enjoys the sensation. He bathes more often now

I headcanon Junkrat as a low-key hydrophobe due to his inability to swim thanks to lost limbs and heavy scrap metal prosthetics. He doesn’t necessarily hate water, but full baths and all of that give him the jitters. Showers are much preferred.

I love the image of them bathing together, though. Symmetra would rinse off the initial soot and grime under the showerhead, and then she’d fill the tub to a moderate level and help him get in. She’d be against the wall with him leaning back against her, his good leg bent and propped against the other end. She would slather his head in shampoo and and comb her hands through through his hair, massaging his scalp in gentle motions and scrubbing behind his ears. Sometimes she slides down and rubs at his neckline, too.

This is far more comforting than he’d imagined. Someone giving him attention like this is so intimate and personal, and he finds himself almost falling asleep as she traces lazy circles through his hair and kneads at the muscles down his neck.

I think massages in general would be pretty great, in all honesty. I could see her rubbing him down after a warm and relaxing bath, working the muscles on his freckled shoulders and slowly moving down the length of his back. After being so wound up and on edge after a tense and stressful mission, decompression is in order.

Junkrat would return the favor, of course. He’d be wary of using his prosthetic, as it’s rough and metal and prone to pinching, so he makes due with his left hand. He has long fingers and an ample palm and she’s smaller in comparison, so it’s not quite as difficult as he anticipates. He does love her contented noises, though. They’re so very soft and quiet, murmured against the sheets, and it occurs to him that he’s never been at a point in his life where this has been normal.

He has to dry his eyes with his arm.