#himbo bf

Himbo!Soap who secretly starts reading into some of the stuff they know so so much about, wanting to be able to ask question just so he can see the way their face lights up and hear the enthusiasm in their voice

Himbo!Soap who won't hesitate to show off his partner and their intelligence whereever the pair goes, praising them and loving how flustered they become

Himbo!Soap who coos at his partner as they lay in his arms late at night, telling them how pretty they look all fucked stupid by his cock

A/N: plssss tell me if you want a part 2 bc this was kinda rushed since i didnt post anything in a few days. id be super willing to write it!

you trudge through the growing coat of snow on the curb and clocked into your job with a sigh. of course robin called in sick today, your only saving grace against the thorn in your side with the thickest hair you’ve ever seen.

“afternoon, sunshine.” steve says flatly, not looking up from his stack of tapes to stock.

you grunt in response, in no mood to deal with his condescending tone today. he lets out a laugh, shaking his head. you turn to him. “what do you want?”

“pleasant conversation, i guess.” he said incredulously. a smirk was biting at his lips. “my bad, i forgot you were raised by wolves.”

you scoffed. “i wish i could forget how grating your voice sounds to me, but unfortunately, you can not go a second without babbling.” you retort in a flat tone, trying to distract yourself with busy work. that was a lie. if there was one thing that could ever make you fold for him, it was that stupid fucking voice. when he calls you sunshine, princess, sweetheart, albeit condescending- it makes you feel fucking crazy.

he simply shrugs, so airily, so nonchalant, as if nothing ever bothers him. “you can’t go a second without arguing with me, so you seem to like my babbling.”

you roll your eyes and turn to him, only to see the blinding fluorescent lights above you flickering. your eyes darted to the windows, the sky dimming completely with a blizzard falling beneath the dark clouds. steve goes to move his car, and he can’t even do that.

the door is frozen shut.

he laughed in disbelief, running his hand through his thick hair. “you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

“did you fucking jam the door?” you asked in frustration, not managing to catch everything that happened.

“no, i didn’t!” he pointed with his palm toward the storm outside. he walks closer to you. “why do you blame me for everything?”

“because you usually fuck up everything.” you answer easily, taking a step toward him.

“i fuck up everything, huh?” he raises his eyebrows and raises his chin with a laugh. he looks back down at you. “at least i don’t make everything worse than my goddamn attitude.”

“attitude?” you looked up at him. “you’re the one with the goddamn attitude.”

“am i?” he took a step closer. you can almost feel his breath on your cheeks. he lowers his voice to a whisper. “tell me, why are you so bothered by me?”

with and without t-shirt

Bonus Below: Canon Boyfriend but himbo

I've been shitty with communication so I made gift art for @xenoshadow13 and @shadesofnavy