sweetcharict:
Ian realizes that stopping to pose any time he walks by a reflective surface doesn’t help with his reputation around the base. He can’t stop though, and for some reason, his vanity has become an obsession much to his dismay. Between this habit, the rumors, and the (legitimate) HR complaint filed against him, Ian’s reputation as the “holy hero” is all but botched amongst his peers. He’s definitely not fond of the resident himbo identifier, but he simply can’t stop. The compulsion to maintain and increase his mass is all-consuming to the point that he’s incapable of being satisfied with his size. The fact that he busted out of his skin-tight super suit for the second time this month does little to alleviate the frustration he displays as he flexes every muscle he can spot. Ian pouts at his reflection no matter what pose he strikes, convinced still there’s something imperfect about his form. “No no no … this isn’t right. I need to add more weight during my third workout … maybe do more sets too…” he mutters as he turns to flex his back muscles in the tall window. His expression unfurls into a grin when he sees someone walking by. “Hey! Come check me out for a sec. Please? I need a second opinion.”
atlas had been here for years, and he had seen and admired guys from afar. he was not much to say anything to someone, make the first move, etcetera. but even when he finds himself in situations like these, he can’t help but get nervous. he looks up at ian, someone who he thought was really attractive. the muscles making him extra fit, but it was that smile that made atlas want to go up and kiss him. but he gave the other a small smile, approaching the other, carefully watching him, and his naked torso. ian was huge. everytime he saw him, it was like he gained another five to ten pounds of muscle. “ hey, what’s up? ” he asked, looking up, and focusing on the man’s face.















