Hi!! If you're ok with it, would you be up to writing some headcanons for whichever male dateables you think would prefer a tomboyish/masc female s/o? I'm particularly partial to Freddy, Stefan and Koa but if you don't see them being into masc women then that's ok! Just pick whoever you think would actually like tomboys.
Again totally ok if you're not ok with writing this tho. Don't want to pressure you or anything
hey! thanks for sending this request :))
i'll be honest his kind of threw me for a bit of a loop gender presentation wise, so i had a little difficulty - i didn’t want it to be too overly stereotypical so i tried going around it but i fear it might have ended up a little strange anyway (ᵕ—ᴗ—) regardless, i hope my shot at it is alright, and that you enjoy these!!
easy, breezy, freeze-y
pairings: koa x reader, stefan x reader, freddy yeti x reader (reader is female for all)
content / warnings: lighthearted hcs, reader is mentioned to potentially be into sporty activities / have certain masc fashion choices
word count: 778
koa
If there’s one thing that we know from Koa, it’s that he values relaxation — being easygoing and comfortable is his number one priority.
With that in mind, I think that he would really value the fact that you’re comfortable with yourself, honest with who you are and prioritize your own comfort and simplicity over what others might want from you. As long as you feel warm and cozy, he loves it. Your clothes are like a second layer of skin. Best you pick the one that makes you feel best, yeah?
If you were thinking of a specific vibe, clothing wise, I feel like he’d really appreciate loose clothing that you like to lounge in, you know? Breezy vibes. There’s also a lot of fun to be found in patterned, fun buttonups (think “guy on vacation” type).
He’ll love you if you’re not using your outward personality to mask deeper stress and problems (cough cough, Shelley), and when you’re comfortable relaxing when you need it — giving yourself your own maintenance without neglecting yourself in the process.
If you’re into activities that are considered typically more “male” — certain types of sports, for example — then heck yeah, buddy! He loves seeing you come back, fired up with excess energy or sweaty after a physical activity, and collapse straight on the couch. Regardless, he’s always got a seat ready for you to be alone together.
No matter how you present yourself, he just wants to see you comfortable at the end of the day, knowing he can chill out with his favorite girl.
stefan
If there’s a specific thing Stefan appreciates about you, it would be your practicality: no nonsense, no muss, no fuss. As long as you help him make good food, that’s the most important: the true way to his heart is through what you cook with him, anyways. No matter your preferences in food, and even if it’s sushi, if you’re unafraid to enjoy yourself with it, then you’ll get along famously.
Your willingness to throw yourself into something regardless of how it might make you look is great: cooking comes with a certain amount of cleanup, and no way is he going to dust flour off of the counter by himself.
As for the way you dress, he'll love whatever you wear, but if it’s a more practical look I think that’s likely what he’d appreciate best! Your comfort in what you wear is important because he loves seeing you create the best dishes without second guessing yourself. Things easy to throw off and on would be my guess, or things you’re not too afraid to get stained on occasion (one sacrifices for their art, you know). If you were really wanting to get on his good side, you could wear a chef's uniform — maybe without all the grillwork, though, that tends to cut into one's flesh when you're human.
Since he gets hot headed, he appreciates someone who isn’t afraid to dish it right back to him. Careful, though: you don’t want to enable each other too much — there are other objects in the kitchen, after all — but there isn’t anyone he’d rather get fired up for than you.
freddy
Freddy loves your confidence! Not that you need the validation, but it makes you super cool, cool kid. You’re a gal who’s not afraid to chow down on all the good food you like. Similar to Stefan, that’s one of the ways you can connect with him.
What he loves more, though, is that you’re not afraid to be yourself, whether that’s being counterculture or not. it’s a very refreshing perspective to be around, that you don’t feel as pressured to fit in. You can chat abut whatever you’re into, and he loves how passionate you are about it — if you do a good enough job, you’ll probably convince him to get into your favorite hobbies by your passion alone. His more boisterous traits can be matched blow for blow by you, too.
Hey, as long as there’s still food you let him keep for you, right? And if you’re into more sporty activities, then all the better to fuel up! He’s never going to judge you for anything you want, although he will give you advice on how to eat it here and there (he’s usually right about it, too). Whether it’s considered lady-like or not does not matter a bit.
I think he’d really appreciate bold fashion, personally! Something that you’re really attached to, that you never have to second-guess. That, or things that emulate his own look — large furry jackets, or something with a lot of pockets for stowaway goodies so the two of you can sample each others' wares while you're out and about.
(Not that he has a preference for colors, exactly, but if you show up in his signature blue or silver… well. That would be really cool.)
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Hi! I was wondering if I could get a match up for date everything? Ty for the opportunity ^^
Gender: Librafluid
Sexuality: Demi bisexual
Romantic preference: aroflux, but I am also open to QPRs and polyamory!
Pronouns: primarily she/her but any works (and it fluctuates)
MBTI: INFJ
Enneagram: Type 5
Personality: Pretty introverted and mellow but opens up and gets more energetic with friends (still would NOT go out partying though, I will sit at home and doomscroll ty very much), but can have trouble initiating to hang out with them because I’m tired. I generally don’t really care what people or society thinks of me unless we’re very close. I’m overall pretty quiet and reserved, and can be pretty uptight, but very passionate when I talk about stuff that interests me (very much an infodumper). Tend to over exaggerate things. Can be pretty rude to people I don’t know that well if I don’t like them as I can get secretly pretty angry, bottles up negative emotions but is getting better about it, bad at making decisions, kind and supportive, very open minded, relaxed and laid back, patient, usually tries to be the therapist friend. I can also be pretty sarcastic and snarky though if I don’t like you, this goes especially for when people I don’t know try to hit on me. Can be directed at anyone though, and I usually tend to joke sarcastically with friends too, but very much have a more happy go lucky crackhead energy with them. HUGE HUGE HUGE daydreamer, escapism is my main coping mechanism and it consumes me. Sometimes kept awake by my stories in my head before bed, have multiple books planned for some of them, so very creative I’d say too. Oh I can also be very petty and hold grudges, depends tho
Other Behaviors: Uses a bit of humor as a coping mechanism, gets stressed when feeling like I’m bothering others, tends to shut down when overwhelmed, lotsssss of guilt and thus blames self for even the smallest of things (can cause small breakdowns), does random things to be funny, pretty forgetful even when I don’t mean to be, hyperfixates, picky eater but I’m getting better about it/sensitive to certain textures, I can say really out of pocket things with friends, procrastinates/hits executive dysfunction when trying to get some stuff done, places really high expectations on self haha…
Likes/Interests: anime (Naruto is my favorite), loves listening to music (I like musical soundtracks particularly), kpop, Transformers, Pixar’s Cars, Night at the Museum, TADC, Splatoon, TMNT, roller coasters, I like hot temperatures, I’m interested in engineering, dragons, robots, animation, BFB/TPOT, musicals, animals (mainly dogs), sleep, learning, stuffed animals, soft clothes (only wear what’s comfortable)
Hobbies: SINGING AND JUST MUSIC IN GENERAL (honestly performing in general because I also love theater), writing, reading, playing video games (and watching people play), collecting (ROCKS/CRYSTALS, figures from shows I like, etc.), watching movies, DAYDREAMING (huge on and love imagining complex scenarios and stories), traveling, making OCs, building legos
Dislikes: repetitive noises, large crowds? (It depends on context, like cities aren’t too bad but I don’t like parties but I also like concerts?), change, very controlling people, underestimating my abilities
Extra: I am epileptic (not photosensitive), I have trust issues, knows quite a bit of Japanese but not Spanish despite being Hispanic, I WANT more time in my day because I’d want to learn to play: violin, guitar, relearn trumpet, learn to ice skate, learn to paint, and learn like five other languages
Appearance: I am VERY short— like a little under 5 foot, slightly rounded? Ig? Kinda boxed shaped is how I usually describe myself, checkered glasses, limestone/honey skin tone, LONG dark curly hair (reaches the bottom of my back), very dark eyes they almost look black, somewhat/moderately hairy legs (arms too but mainly legs), pretty thick thighs
Ok! I hope that’s enough information! Thank you again!!!!
Okay, so, everything in me is screaming Koa.
Since he's a really laid back guy he's the perfect daydreaming buddy. He's the perfect guy to go to when your overwhelmed too since he is more than content to sit in silence and relax. Plus, he has a great view of Telly and Connie, and an equal disdain for repetitive or loud noises. As far as your height, he doesn't mind one bit. I personally head canon him to be pretty tall anyway so he's used to towering over people.
In general I think he'd be a great match. Have a great day!
Imagine walking around the house with a vibrator in. You act so nonchalant while doing basic house chores but every object sees Ben-hwa walking with you, an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Ben-hwa gives all the objects a knowing smirk. All the others are just fascinated with how you just walk around unfazed. If it weren't for Ben-hwa's presence and a slight buzzing, none of the others would have guessed.
Rip Koa after you sat down because he immediately passed out.
Bonus points for after hours of unknowingly teasing your housemates, you finally give a response. Just the smallest of wimpers and the slightest buckle of your knees has the house cheering in one way or another.
Imagine having lazy sex with Koa and falling asleep together in that position. Like not exactly cock warming at first but that's what ended up happening. You wake up the next morning to Koa finishing what he started.
This is slightly based on a real experience I had.
I heard somewhere that the MC has a agoraphobia so imagine if they somehow get locked out of the house (maybe Keith did something) and has a panic attack and the dateables comfort them
This was so much fun, you might be able to tell I got a bit carried away lol
Dateables comforting agoraphobic reader after they get locked out
Dorian is lowkey zoning out until he realizes you've been locked out. He practically breaks himself off his hinges pulling the door open for you
He immediately pulls you into his arms, sinking to the floor as he murmurs comforting words, internally biting himself for not noticing sooner
Mateo notices you immediately and at the sight of your tears, he rushes over to help, swaddling you in blankets before Dorian carries you over to the couch
Koa also notices once you're set down beside him, startling out of his nap at the sound of your sniffles. He lets you snuggle into his side, gently rubbing your back
While this is happening, Dorian is alerting the other dateables to what's happened and they're in full work mode
Friar Errol, Luke, and Stefan have actually put aside their differences for once and mostly work in silence to make your favorite food, their worry for you drowning out their arguments.
Bathsheba and Barry are working on setting up a bath, adding in bubbles and bath salts to the warm water, which Hector made sure is the exact temperature that you like and Tyrell picks the fluffiest towels for when you're done.
Washford and Drysdale go through probably the quickest cleaning cycle ever to get your favorite pajamas clean and dry before Dirk takes them to the bath in preparation for when you finish.
Teddy and Betty focus on setting up your bed, fluffing the pillows, and taking the blankets Mateo delivers between comforting you to turn your bed into a nest of soft items.
Hector has already shifted the entire temperature of the house to the exact degree you like it when you're upset. Suppose you're at the point where he's already shown himself to you. In that case, he'll take a more hands-on role with everybody else to help you feel better
Daisuke, Kopi, and Beverly are designing the perfect drink, just warm enough to soothe without burning you, not too overwhelming of a flavor but not too plain, and poured into your favorite mug with Daisuke has polished religiously.
Once everything is set up, it's executed flawlessly. They wait until you've stopped shaking for Dorian to carry you up to your bath. Bathsheba and Barry help there, and Tyrell dries you off once you're done. Dirk hands over your still-warm pajamas before Dorian carries you to bed. There, you're delivered your favorite food by Stefan, and Daisuke hands you your drink. They let you pick who you want to cuddle with or if you'd rather lie down alone, and then Teddy and Hector take turns telling quiet stories until you're asleep.
No one, not even Hector, can put into words just how much they all love you. If it were up to them, you'd never be put in a situation that upsets you. But if times like this happen where you are, you'll never have to face it alone because they'll all be by your side.
Bonus:
When Dorian questions Keith about the mysterious locking on the door, the second he spots that smug smirk of his, it's all over for Keith. So, you may not see that key for a little while... don't check the crawlspace ;)
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a/n: so, i have ocd. this was written because i saw a fic that really rubbed me the wrong way, using ocd in the entirely wrong context. i'm sure they meant no harm by it, but ocd isn't a quirky cleaning thing - it's a disorder that ruined my life. so i wrote this little fic because my intrusive thoughts have been awful recently. i know this is very niche and not many people will be into reading something like this, but if by any chance you have ocd, this is just a gentle reminder that you're not alone <3
please make sure you're in the right headspace before reading this - reader is having a full on ocd episode and expresses suicidal ideation as well as feeling "evil" due to their intrusive thoughts.
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Being inside your mind was torturous – you wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy.
It was 24/7 torment, intrusive thoughts governing your entire mood, ruining your perception of yourself and the world around you. You would give anything to make it stop. Sometimes, everything felt pointless – why would you deserve to be happy when your thoughts were so evil?
Of course, it was the OCD talking. And you knew that. But god, it was insanely difficult to remember that in the middle of an episode. You would lose all sense of trust in yourself, in your mind – it truly felt like everything was against you. Like someone else’s thoughts had been transferred into your brain, turning you into this monster. You’d been on medication for a while and things had been getting at least a little bit better recently.
Well, they were.
Today was… bad. Really bad. The intrusive thoughts seemed so much louder, so much more prevalent than they’d been in months. You couldn’t go 2 minutes without retreating into your mind, ruminating over and over on the same concepts. You felt crazy. You hadn’t spoken to anyone, specifically going out of your way to avoid any of the realised objects in the house, the dateviators abandoned on your bedside table. You remained in your room, bundled up in your covers, trying desperately not to think.
It was all in vain, of course.
You couldn’t help the tears slowly trickling down your cheeks as you laid there, hands shaking due to the prison that was your own mind. You sniffled, burying your head deeper into the blankets. You wanted to disappear, you wanted to disappear, you wanted to disappear-
“Mi vida?”
A shock of ice ran through you, your eyes ripping open to look for the source of the voice. At your bedside, you saw Koa and Mateo, both with furrowed brows and worried expressions evident on their faces. No, no, no, why now? You couldn’t talk to them, not now, they wouldn’t understand, nobody understands, nobody could ever understand what you were going through. Your breathing quickened, panicked gasps escaping you, quakes running through your body.
Koa looked at Mateo, alarmed and honestly unsure what to do. He’d never seen you like this. You were usually so chill, so laid back when you guys hung out. Seeing you sobbing and unable to catch your breath was an entirely new experience for him. His immediate reaction was to reach out, to hold you, to do anything in his power to help.
Mateo, however, knew slightly better. He’d seen you like this before. Been with you at rock bottom, held you through it all. He put a gentle hand on Koa’s shoulder, tilting his head as if to say to let him approach first. Koa nodded, taking a small step back. Mateo sat down on the edge of the bed carefully, not wanting to startle you further. You avoided his gaze, your arms wrapping around yourself tightly, desperately trying to shrink yourself down.
He said your name, his tone soft and filled with care. “Please look at me, amor. Let me help,”
“No, no, no- I can’t,” you said, your voice rough and broken. He couldn’t help. Neither of them could help. No one could help you. You were irredeemable. Everything would be so much better if you were gone, if you could just disappear-
A hand was gently placed in your own, stopping the tremors that was causing it to shake. Mateo held your hand, hoping to ground you back to reality, to get you out of your own head.
“My love, you’re safe. Whatever’s happening in your mind is just that – in your mind,”
“But, but that’s just it! It’s in my mind, it’s me, I’m the one thinking these awful things. I’m horrible,” you said, overwhelmed by the hate in your head and unable to look him in the eyes. Hearing you say such awful things about yourself was heartbreaking for the both of them, but they stayed strong. Koa quietly went around to the other side of your bed, sitting down next to you.
Mateo tried again. “You’re not your thoughts, remember? Everyone gets thoughts that they don’t mean, that they don’t believe. What matters is the power you give them,”
Koa bit his lip, placing a heavy hand comfortingly on your shoulder. “I don’t know exactly what’s happening in your head, but you’re none of those things, my love. Your thoughts sure are being mean to you today, huh?”
You sniffed, rubbing at your eyes and cheeks to dry the tears that were still leaking out. “But what if… what if they’re true? What if everything they’re telling me is real and these thoughts have always been there, waiting to come out?” you asked, rushing through the question, your breathing still uneven and quick.
“That’s a big what if,” Koa said, smiling softly at you.
Mateo brought your hand to his lips, placing a feather light kiss to the back of it. “Amor, remember what your therapist said. You’ve gotta be okay with the uncertainty. I know you’re wanting reassurance, but it’ll only make you feel better in the short run – it’ll just come back ten times worse. It’s a compulsion,” he said, trying to be factual and rational, in order to hopefully calm the episode.
You tried your hardest to listen to his words.
“I- I know. I do know. I just… it’s so hard, ‘Teo,” you whispered, your body subconsciously leaning against Koa next to you. Koa happily accepted it, carefully manoeuvring you both into a more comfortable position – both of you reclined back against the pillows, your head securely against his large chest. Mateo took a quiet sigh of relief as your body relaxed, the shaking lessening.
“I wish I could say I understand. I really do. And I know that everything always feels so much harder when it’s in your own head; you feel like you can’t escape it,” he replied, moving closer to you both. You were soon cocooned between the two of them, their soft bodies the pinnacle of comfort around you. “But you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re here for you, if you need it,”
“Always, love. Comfort’s kinda my whole thing,” Koa said chuckling, the soothing rumble in his chest vibrating against your cheek.
“...thank you,” you said quietly, nuzzling into them as close as you could, wanting to feel them both all around you. Close enough that nothing could reach you, close enough that you would be safe in their arms. They indulged you, their arms wrapped tightly around you. There was a comfortable silence, the calm after the storm, while the three of you laid there. Neither of them spoke until they heard your breathing even back out, soft snores leaving your mouth.
“You handled that well,” Mateo murmured, grinning proudly at Koa.
Koa couldn’t help but flush at the compliment, trying not to move too much as a chuckle rose up from within him. “You did all the talking, Matito. But… I’m glad I was here to help, if only a little bit,”
Mateo smiled, his eyes closing as he finally allowed sleep to take him too.
“You should give yourself more credit,” he said sleepily. “We both needed you here,”
Koa watched Mateo as he fell asleep next to you, the two of you clinging to each other like koalas. He beamed fondly at the sight, wrapping his big, strong arms around the both of you. With his eyes heavy, he gave you both soft pecks on your foreheads before drifting off into a deep sleep.
This is my first fic in a VERY long time and also my first tumblr fic and also written on my phone so apologies if it is ASS. Size difference and marijuana smoking. What a combo. Definitely inspired by another stoner koa fic. Wanted to tag them but they have proship in the tags so... perhaps not! Yes i am a lesbian and yes we yearn for fictional men. we exist.
Stoner Koa x Stoner Reader
.Gird your loins.
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Warm light shines through a half cracked Wyndolyn as a small breeze comes through. A slightly blazed Koa rests on the couch, nursing his second blunt of the evening, aiming the smoke out the window to the best of his ability. The house still smells like pot. Towelling off your hair you have an almost pavlovian response to the sweet scent emanating from downstairs. Not only are you excited to get blazed and raid Freddy, you smile at the fact that you get to do it with your cuddly best friend who has the best biceps to lay on in a haze. You wouldn't lie and say the thought didn't make you blush a little. He enjoys your presence and you enjoy his, no words need to be said to communicate that.
"Oh heyy, I was just about to roll another one, come get comfy!" Koa calls as he sees you come to the doorway at the bottom of the stairs, your cutest (and tightest) pjs on, completely by coincidence.
You smile warmly and oblige as he hands you the remaining third of the blunt, which you gratefully sip on as you watch him roll. He tells you to finish that off whilst he rolls up again. Mindlessly your eyes trail down the musculature of his arms. Although he wasn't particularly ripped it was still apparent he could throw you, or anyone honestly, around like a ragdoll. His large hands are surprisingly adept at doing something so meticulous and delicate. You catch yourself wondering what other things he could be so gentle and skilled with.
As you finish your little wood Koa is gingerly licking the open blunt to stick it shut. His tongue is very used to this motion, gentle and methodical but quick. He can do it perfectly every time. Your eyes linger on his lips for just a moment too long. Pinching it off and running his fingers over the top, gently sealing it, he proudly presents his super packed and neatly wrapped blunt with a smile. You nod encouragingly and set the remnants of your roach in the ash tray next to his with a tap. Instinctively you grab the lighter next to it on the coffee table. Kicking your legs up onto the arms of the sofa and reclining onto Koa's warm lap, you hand the lighter up to him. He takes it with a smile and you swear you can see a flush of red on his cheeks but maybe you were just a little high and the light of the flame lit his face in a wonderful glow. He looks down at you with glossed lids as he passes you the blunt, playfully blowing the smoke in your face. You take a long drag, gazing up at him as the faint glow casts a gentle orange light on your face in the dusk. Blowing the smoke slowly from your lips at him as you pass it to him again, you swear you saw him looking at them as you did. His hand had a slight tremor when he took it from your hand.
After passing it back and forth like that several times Koa adjusts back in his seat, taking a long drag. He doesn't pass it to you this time, instead gently holding the blunt to your lips so you don't have to lift your arm. You smile gratefully, your lips grazing his warm fingers as you hit it, looking up at him. You adjust further in his soft lap and notice an unfamiliar, slightly troubled expression on his face. You turn your head to face him more.
"....Koa?" You feel bad for breaking the comfortable quiet. "Are you alright?"
He seems not to have realized he was making an expression at all. He stammers for a second before clearing his throat. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He is looking down at you with deep crimson cheeks and half lidded eyes as you watch them move from your exposed collarbone to linger on your lips. Oh? You hadn't thought that he would ever look at you like that. Or think of you like that.
You blink slowly at him with slightly reddened eyes, like a cat would, and gingerly sit up, taking the blunt from his almost frozen in place fingers. You place your hand gently on his bicep for support and rip the blunt, not breaking eye contact. You inch your face upwards towards his, asking permission with your eyes. He nods and cups your jaw in his warm palm, his hand almost engulfing your face as he closes the distance and locks his large, soft, slightly chapped lips with yours. He inhales the smoke and hesitates to break the kiss, gripping the back of your neck and rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
But the sweet kiss ends all too soon. He coughs as he exhales, as if he choked up accidentally. You rub his broad shoulder to comfort him as he looks back you.
"Um..." He looks troubled again, but differently this time. More like he's afraid to speak his mind but it must come out. "I liked that. And... I want to do it more..."
"But?"
"...But I don't want to mess up what we have. I enjoy your presence. You get me, you know? I don't want to ruin the vibe."
He has a sad twinkle in his eye. He doesn't like the thought of you stopping your visits with him.
"You mean you want to stay friends?" you cock your head to the side.
"No! I mean yes... I want you, but I don't want to make you be... all romantic like that if you're not comfortable. I'm all about comfort."
You smirk through reddened, glossy eyes. "I could get romantic."
"Oh.... yeah?"
You answer him by planting another kiss on his lips, craning your neck to do so. You pull back and are engulfed by his strong arms, a hand cradling your neck and head while he dips down for another kiss, longer this time. You smile into it, wrapping your arms around his thick neck. He hums into the kiss, wrapping his free hand around your waist as you grab the sides of his face, feeling his neatly groomed facial hair. This man is so wonderfully soft and yet strong.
It's not like you've thought about doing this for days... or weeks. Definitely not first thing in the morning after waking up. You'd never thought about the feeling of the nape of his neck as he basically drowns you in kisses. Maybe you thought about his lingering gaze when you walked by, cracking one eye to watch you do whatever in the living room but pretending to be asleep when he met your eyes. Every time he rolled up he would roll an extra for you, just in case. This had been brewing between both of you for quite a while, for Koa maybe even longer.
You both pull away for air, hair messy and gasping for breath. You take the chance to hit the blunt again before it goes out. You move yourself into his lap and hang onto his shoulders, blowing the smoke at his face. Stroking your thumb gently across his cheek you admire the new, deeper shade of crimson that he's turned. He turns his face into your hand, kissing your palm, then the inside of your wrist. He trails kisses all up your arm, your shoulder, taking his time on your collarbone. Trailing soft kisses up your neck to your jaw, and finally back up to your face.
Lips meeting in desperate need, like youre trying to swallow each other whole, a noise comes from Koa. Something akin to a moan.
Oh hell yes.
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