#himbo bf

[phantomlifes]

omg would you pretty please do cause for concern with steve harrington? <333

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?”

“do you ever shut the fuck up?” you growled in frustration, because fuck, he’s onto you.

he chuckled. “make me, sunshine.”

you grabbed the lapels of the stupid work vest you’re both forced to wear and pulled him down to your lips.

“knew you liked the sound of my voice.” he rasped between kisses, grabbing your hips and sitting you up on the counter. “it’s why you kept entertaining me.”

you pulls away, tugging at his hair a little. he makes a noise you can only describe as a whine, and you have to bite back a triumphant grin. “fuck you.” you breathe before going begrudgingly back under his spell.

he chuckles. “oh, are you begging for it?” he remains eye contact with you as he unbuttons your jeans, dipping his fingers into your underwear. you gasp at his cold fingers and arch your back into him. “i still hate you.” you breathe, desperately.

bullshit.

“oh, that’s too bad.” he scoffs a laugh and takes his fingers out, emphasizing how wet you are by spreading them apart, it dripping down his hand. he leans in, talking in that condescending tone he knows you like now. “your little pussy doesn’t seem to.”

#my writing #steve harrington x reader #himbo bf #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #notsfw

[shadesofnavy]

Keith Burlington

with and without t-shirt

Bonus Below: Canon Boyfriend but himbo

@satanichimbo allow me to help you cook !

#tasty himbo #remember this one guys? #keith burlington #fnf #fnf bf #fnf boyfriend #friday night funkin #friday night funkin bf #friday night funkin boyfriend #friday night funkin' #friday night funkin' bf #friday night funkin' boyfriend #himbo boyfriend #himbo bf #himbo boyfriend fnf #not buff but himbo #digital drawing #himbo keith #body's probably super inaccurate agrhjr #shades' art

[shslpunkartist99]

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

Beef and fuckboi

#Punk's art #Himbo bf #Zephyr #now I gotta deal with sleep for work ahhHHHHHHHH #I wanna do productive shit next day off #which starts Monday

[xenoshadow13]

Pspspspspsspspspsps

Don't mind me here, just smile and giggle at these two dorks for a bit.

#submission #answered submission #submitted post #Shades' Art #Friend's Art #giftart #giftart from friend #Keith Burlington #Doppel #Doppel the Doppelganger #friday night funkin' #friday night funkin #fnf #fnf boyfriend #fnf bf #himbo boyfriend #himbo bf #himbo boyfriend fnf #himbo bf fnf #FAV #Gosh I love this so much asjkaskj #I know I've already said this in our Discord DMs but thank you again for this #It's so just freaking cute #Like seriously I can't stop help but let out a little “d'aww” whenever I look this #Poor Keith's so confused by the sudden kiss but alas Doppel ain't gonna explain anything #Doppel will immediately askjsakjaskja away as soon as he's done with the kiss #He's a shy dork ok lol #Oh yeah and for those who sent messages inquiring about my Faker BF heh well here's the dork! #Yes the dork who's kissing the himbo here is my freaky boi #Feel free to send me asks about him if ya want~

[dracomeir]

I’ve been staring at my drawing of burlington throughout the day. The brain rot is real.

#fnf #friday night funkin #keith burlington #fnf bf #fnf boyfriend #himbo boyfriend #himbo bf #tol bf #tol boyfriend #I’ve been thinking of dankworth too #the lack of bottom Pico content where he’s still a guy who’ll kick your ass is sad #just because you take it doesn’t mean you’re a weak ass defenceless bitch smh #genuinely hate how so many ppl think bottom = weak #that’s why I love dankworth so much

[superbat-love]

After Batman revealed his identity as Bruce Wayne to the Justice League, several members were seen scrolling through their social media feeds and watching videos of Bruce Wayne dancing to popular trends with horrified fascination and disbelief. Not Clark though, he’s busy filming Bruce (nobody knows Bruce’s good camera angles better than him and he’s also smoother than any drone) then sending those videos to Barbara who’s helping to curate Bruce’s social media accounts.

#bruce the influencer #gotham’s kardashians #keeping up the himbo persona #get you a bf who’s good at filming you #dc headcanon #drabble #dc fanfic #text post #superbat #dc #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #oracle #justice league

[angelxd-3303]

Nightmares were no stranger in the GoldenHeart household. Even if the Institute was gone, and with it the Director's influence, that didn't keep all three people from sometimes jerking awake after their dreams showed them their deepest fears. Ambrosius was haunted by visions of his lover lying in a pool of blood, arm nothing but a stump, while he's helpless to save him. Ballister is plagued by visions of the Queen's death, always left wondering if he could have saved her.

Nimona?

Nimona's nightmares consisted of Gloreth. It would start off happy, with her carrying an elated Gloreth on her back as a horse. Napping amongst the foliage and exploring the forest with her. Then, it would shift. Much like her.

"No, Gloreth, wait!"

"I'm not a monster, I promise!"

No matter what she pleaded, the dreams were always the same. A sword pointed at her heart. A gaze that bled uncertainty, ignorance, distrust…

"Go back to the shadows from whence you came." With that declaration, pain. Blinding, burning pain. Then…nothing. A vast expanse of nothing that left Nimona feeling hollow. Like someone had scraped out her insides with an ice cream scoop.

'Gloreth?'

'Boss?'

…

'Ballister?!'

….

"DAAAAAD!" The scream jolted Ballister and Ambrosius from a rare bout of restful sleep. Fast little footsteps thundered down the hall and both men jumped up. Bal ran to the door, throwing it open. There, standing in the hall, was a frantic and very confused…

"Nimona?" Bal inquired. He looked…younger. Smaller, with longer hair that was a darker red than usual. Big pink eyes looked up at him,and tears began to spill over as Nimona let out a wail. Ballister had her in his arm before he could think. He turned to Ambrosius, who stood in the doorway shocked.

"Grab my arm, Bambi." Ambrosius reached for him, before remembering what he meant and running back into the bedroom. Bal sighed, turning back to the panicked child in his grasp. Nimona clung to his nightshirt, hiccuping and sobbing.

"I'm not a monster, Daddy, I'm not!" She wailed. Ambrosius returned, helping Bal put on his arm. He stood, scooping Nimona up. As he cradled her to his chest, Ballister pressed their foreheads together.

"I know, Mona. I know. You're not a monster. I know, it's ok. You're ok." She threw her arms around his neck, still sobbing. Ambrosius came closer, petting her hair.

"It's ok, sweetheart." He murmured. "They're the monsters, for sending you away. What happened is not your fault, ok?" She peeked up at him from her hiding place in Ballister's shoulder, sniffling. Ambrosius wiped her tears with a smile. The trio migrated into Bal and Ambrosius' room, and the former sat legs crossed on the bed. He cradled Nimona close, letting her cry into his shirt. Finally, she seemed spent, and went limp against his chest. 

Ballister gently kissed the child's cheek, humming softly as he rocked. Nimona cuddled into his chest, sighing. Bal hummed sympathetically.

"Bad dreams, kiddo? That's no fun." Nimona shook her head with a sniffle. Ambrosius sat beside Ballister and brushed a strand of hair from Nimona's face. With a deep sigh, he guided his boyfriend to lay back down on the bed. The pair curled around Nimona, both holding her and soothing her whimpers with soft reassurances. Eventually, she fell asleep, and the tiny child was replaced by a stockier teen with a far more shaved hairstyle. The scared furrow of her brow remained, even in sleep. Ballister and Ambrosius made eye contact, and the blonde smirked.

"Dad, huh?" Ballister let out a breathless laugh.

"Not a word to her about this tomorrow, Ambrosius." He ordered, albeit quietly. Chuckling, Ambrosius leaned in and kissed his boyfriend. They snuggled into the soft pillows, soon following Nimona into a peaceful sleep. All the rest of that night, no nightmares plagued the GoldenHeart household. And if there were, they'd face all of them together.

#fic drabble #goldenheart #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona #my poor genderfluid baby shark #Ballister is Nimona's dad prove me wrong #nevermind you can't #Ambrosius being a supportive himbo #*casually forgets his bf is an amputee #tw nightmares #gloreth was a manipulated child stop villainizing her

[3am-thoughts-of-achilles]

Achilles: wasn’t iCarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo?

Patroclus: ICARUS???

#the two of them in a modern au where achilles is the dumb hot blond himbo boyfriend and pat is his tired classics major bf #incorrect tsoa #incorrect tsoa quotes #patrochilles #tsoa #tsoa achilles #tsoa patroclus #tsoa textpost #the song of achilles #tsoadaily

[malewife-cas]

absolutely losing my shit over nandors complete change of attitude and body language when Lazlo asks if guillermo had a bf

idk how i’ve never noticed that lol (season 4 ep 3 btw)

#guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #he was laughing abt him having a gf bc he knew he was gay lol but as soon as they mention bf he’s jealous asf #nandor the relentless #nandor the himbo

[beans-void]

We might not have have Ayda or Gilear but we do have Ragh. And God fucking bless him! He is so good.

#ragh is peak himbo #i love him so much #i hope he finds a bf that treats him well this season #fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #ragh barkrock

[phantomlifes]

505 ft. steve. ((just imagining showing up to steve’s house post break up makes me a wreck))

you were at a party in the neighborhood. one you certainly didn’t want to be at, but your friends had dragged you anyway. if they’re gonna be pushy, you’re gonna get blackout drunk and make it their problem. that was your spiteful philosophy for the night.

you started drinking almost immediately, taking a shot whenever you noticed yourself looking down the street at steve’s house. nope. you broke up with him for a reason. you’re not going through this again. you were snapped out of your drunken thoughts when a girl bumped into you, spilling her drink all over you. and she laughed.

“what the fuck?” you snarled, spilling your own drink over her. next thing you know, you’re being tackled to the ground, her long nails digging into your skin as she slaps you across the face. you’re too drunk to register the pain at the moment, pulling her hair to get her off of you, kicking upwards, doing anything you could do. the sound of police sirens finally got her up, carelessly kicking the side of your face as she ran. that one you felt. you slowly pulled yourself up off the ground, now drunk with a concussion, looking for your friends; who were nowhere to be found.

fuck.

you really did not want to do this. but you were desperate, drunk, concussed, and not looking to be arrested. you carried yourself as fast as you could diagonally down the street to steve’s house.

he was already at the window, watching the commotion down the street, as he caught a familiar silhouette wearing the doc martens he bought stalking toward him. fuck. he sighed and went to the door, ready to say something incredibly snarky, ready to give you a piece of his mind, ready to make you regret why you—

and he could see through the window of the door that you’re bleeding. he opens it immediately. “what the fuck?” he asks as gently as he could.

“i’m sorry.” you looked up at him, and the pain and the drinks caught up to you. your eyes filled with tears and his heart sank to his knees. “i…i was at that party and…” you sniffed. “my friends ditched, me alright? laugh all you-“

“why is your cheek bleeding?” he interrupted you in a softer voice than you expected, pointing at the shallow cut on your cheek. he doesn’t wait for you to answer, he simply puts a hand on your back and guides you inside.

“look i just…” you hiss as steve touches your jaw where you were kicked.

“sorry!” he put his hands in his pockets so the urge to take care of you would subside. he knew that wouldn’t do shit, though. “what were you saying?”

“i…i need a ride home.” you take a deep breath, cutting to the chase. “i’m drunk, and i got in a fight, and i’m kinda sure i have a concussion, and i’m a fucking mess.” you rambled, your voice on the verge of tears.

“woah, woah…” he put his hands up. “a concussion? who the fuck were you fighting?” he asks, a hint of protectiveness still left in his voice. he guides you to the kitchen and plants his hands on your waist, and your heart quickens at the thought of the last time he touched you like that. but he just sat you down on his counter.

why were you disappointed?

“you don’t get into fights.” he grabs a package of frozen vegetables from the freezer and holds it to your jaw, in such close proximity to you that you could see his brown eyes burning with a feeling you couldn’t place. “who the fuck were you fighting?” he asked again, this time in a softer tone. he’s not gonna let this go.

you sigh. “it was stupid alright? i don’t even know her name.” you look down, ashamed of yourself now. “she spilled her drink on me and just laughed, and it was so petty. i did the same to her, next thing i know, i’m on the floor.” you recounted. “look, i know it was ridiculous, berate me all you want-“

“berate you?” he was visibly taken aback. “why would i berate you?”

“you have a habit of talking down to people when they’ve made bad decisions.” you said quietly, shrugging. he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. he wants to defend himself, but he’s not gonna argue with you in this state. “so can you please just…drive me home?” you asked, almost pathetically.

he shook his head, looking into your eyes again. “if you get out of my car and something happens to you in the middle of the night because you’re actually concussed, you know i would drive myself crazy.” he murmured the last part in a low voice. “not happening. you’re staying here for the night.”

“steve…that’s not necessary….” you trail off as you feel his large hands on your face again, one on your cheek, the other cradling the back of your head to look at your eyes in the light. “yup.” he answers simply, nodding to himself. “your pupils are dilated, it’s absolutely necessary, princess.” your pet name creeps out of his lips quickly out of old habit. it pierces through your heart and warms it up at the same time.

he gets a small bandage to put on your cheek from another cabinet, holding your face again. if he wasn’t such a mother hen, you would swear he was doing this on purpose. “there.” he says. “you should get some rest.” he leans back. “you can have my bed, i’ll take the couch.” he starts to walk away. you hop off the counter.

“it’s your house, i’ll take the couch.” you argued, following him as he sets up pillows.

“you’re the guest, i’ll take the couch.” he argued right back. stubborn, quick bastard.

you don’t argue and resign to his bedroom, where he shows you any changes that were made that you might need to know about in the two years you haven’t seen it. before he goes out the door, you grab his hand.

“i’m gonna regret asking this…” you mumble to yourself. “but stay with me? just for the night? it would be better for your….pseudo-nursing.” you blush, and he smirks at your comment.

“of course, princess.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x reader #himbo bf #my writing #fav songs

[shadesofnavy]

Did I ever share the buff BF doodle I had as pfp before? If not then here

suffer with me

#fnf #friday night funkin #friday night funkin' #fnf bf #fnf boyfriend #friday night funkin bf #friday night funkin boyfriend #friday night funkin' bf #friday night funkin' boyfriend #buff boyfriend fnf #himbo boyfriend fnf #buff bf #himbo bf #buff boyfriend #himbo boyfriend #himbo #doodle #digital drawing #shades' art

[shslpunkartist99]

"You'll kill whoever touches me? Even just looks at me?

"But what would you do if I promised the same thing?"

@shadesofnavy

#Punk's art #Keith #Himbo BF #Violent! au #cw slight blood #been wanting to doodle a lil something something #remember this bitch? #only cuz I love an unhinged au sometimes

[dogbunni]

listen im a rabid nensai truther and an avid kubosai enjoyer so it is now time for me to spread to u all the truth as it has been revealed to me: saiki has two hands and deserves two (2) extremely buff and overprotective dumbass boyfriends. nendo and kuboyasu would fill 2 very different emotional needs for saiki I think. the both of them in tandem would be good for him. they shake hands and call each other boyfriends in law.

saiki goes on motorcycle rides w kuboyasu holding on extra tight head pressed against his back and kuboyasu always takes the time to see that saiki's helmet is secured properly and that he's zipped into his leathers (that kuboyasu bought for him) to make sure he is safe and protected, and saiki keeps his arms wrapped around him, ready to use his own body to keep kuboyasu safe if anything were to happen (neither of them are guys who need protecting. they protect each other with everything they have.) they play video games together, mortal kombat maybe and saiki loses on purpose and says dead pan, "oh no, I lost. I think we should kiss about it" Kuboyasu is committed and devoted and will tell anyone who'll listen just who his man is and why he loves him.

nendo takes saiki to pet shops to look at the rodents. he likes when saiki "makes up little voices" for the rats and narrates their thoughts. saiki has genuine fun being able to share the telenovela level drama that unfolds within these rodent cages. nendo politely pretends that he doesn't know about saiki's powers, and praises his storytelling. they get coffee jelly and nendo never eats his, he natters away about unimportant things while saiki inhales his coffee jelly and then slides his own across. they get ramen and nendo has saiki try a bite of his food every time, even though he always orders the same thing. they go to see reruns of old classics at the cinema, and sit at the back so nendo can misquote every line. (Luke, I am your mother) nendo is ridiculously tactile and always has a hand around saiki's waist, over his shoulders, in his hair. he dabs food from the corner of saiki's mouth gently with his thumb, takes one of saiki's hands in both of his own and draws lazy circles in his palm and absent mindedly massages the joints, he turns saiki's head from side to side gently by the chin just to get a better look at him-because he could look at saiki all day and never get bored.

They lay on the floor of someone's bedroom together all three of them, a saiki sandwich, saiki wears his ring and feels small and tucked away, like his powers can't reach him, and someone nuzzles into the back of his neck, and he is so cozy and cared for and loved.

saiki has two hands <3

#idk what this is i havnt taken my meds <3 #just rambling #im so incredibly normal about them #also this would open up opportunities for nendo and kuboyasu to be chaotic dumbasses together and as far as chaotic dumbass duos go.. #unmatched #saiki watches their antics with exasperation and begrudging endearment #give saiki the himbo bfs he deserves #saiki and his beefs <3 #get it bc theyre bfs and also beefy #nendo posting #nensai #kubosai #whats the ship name for this #do they even have one #i christen thee kudosai #thank u love u goodnight <3

[itsame-ariana]

and then Joseph Quinn saw that and went

Hah- just watch

Need I bring up “Harringtons got er, dOnTcHyA bIg bOy” and more

#steve x eddie #steddie #st4 #a bisexual himbo and his gay metal head bf #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #like Ik this was the costume design and not joe quinn and *maybe* it wasn’t intentional but it probably was #Eddie literally used the hanky code hello?!? #except in the guitar scene in the last ep that bandana is faithfully in his back pocket #back left pocket #cough #anyway

[starsandstark]

Will I color it???? idk!!!

anyway i love them so much

#cal kestis #cal and his goth gf #merrin and her himbo bf #nightsister merrin #cal x merrin #merrical #calmerrin