《Dsmp agere oneshots (requests welcome!)》something new
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Gonna try to write some pet regression :D
Goat! Tubbo
Caretaker! Ranboo
This is all platonic
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Entering the room tubbo couldn't help but collapse himself onto the sofa, groaning as his headache raged on. Tubbo didnt get headaches often, but when he did it was most likely because he was holding back his headspace. And of course, in this scenario he was. Tubbo had woken up feeling himself slip, but didn't want to regress whilst ranboo was awake. Normally he would wait until the boy was asleep before actually doing anything, but because they'd been going to sleep later then normal. Tubbo never really had the time, sure he could call up tommy and see if he could get ranboo out of the house for a while, but that just made him feel bad. So tubbo decided he would wait it out.
Of course that horribly failed, by the time it was 10 o'clock tubbo was chewing through the fabric of one of the couch pillows. Eventually making a small hole in it, huffing out his nose, tubbo got up. Pulling out a box from behind the couch, opening it he took out the small rounded shoes that made tubbos heel stick up. Making it look like a goats hoof, happily tubbo put them on. Enjoying the small clicks they had as he walked down the hall, entering the kitchen to find snacks. Freezing in the doorway, tubbo didnt realize ranboo was in there. Of course it wasnt long before he was noticed by his friend. "Oh hey tubbo, sleep okay?" The taller boy asked, realizing he looked a bit taller then normal. Glancing down ranboo saw the hoof like shoes, tubbo, of course, couldnt answer. He was too deep into the headspace to really say anything, instead he snorted and stomped his foot, dragging it across the tiled floor behind him. Shaking his head as if shaking flies away.
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Confused, ranboo turned his body towards tubbo. His eyebrows pinching together "whats with the hoofs? You okay tubs? Your acting kinda weird" but tubbo, being his goat brain self, saw ranboos height as a threat. Huffing once more, he stamped his foot, leaning down and ramming his head into ranboos hip. "Ow! Tubbo what the hell??" Ranboo pushed tubbos head away, frowning down at the boy. Tubbo shook his head again in annoyance, before just walking past him. Opening the fridge and taking out a bag of baby carrots, tubbo plopped on the floor. Trying to shove his head inside instead of using his hands. Finally it clicked for ranboo, feeling quite dumb he sat on the floor with tubbo. Taking the bag out of his hands, ranboo poured some onto his hand. Holding it out, thinking tubbo would just grab them, but no. The boy decided to carefully pick up each baby carrot with his teeth and eat out of ranboo hand.
At first ranboo was going to pull his hand away, but decided against it. Not completely feeling uncomfortable by the situation at the moment.
Once done tubbo stood back up, slowly walking back to his room. The small clicks getting further away. Ranboo began to follow, peeking around the corner he watched tubbo jump onto the couch, pulling a chewy necklace out from the box. Slowly walking forwards to sit with him, ranboo noticed tubbo begin to chew on the spongy part of the necklace. Laying down across the couch, but leaving enough room for ranboo. Sitting down, ranboo thought to himself, wondering how he could help making the situation a bit less awkward. Despite just sitting down, ranboo got up. Moving to stand in front of tubbo. Taking the palms of his hands, ranboo patted the base of tubbos head, where horns would have grown if he was a real goat. Tubbo immediately responded, getting up on the couch cushion, tubbo reared his head back, jumping and landing back on the couch. Ranboo smiled at the positive reaction, watching as tubbo hoped down. Waiting for ranboo to do it again, to which he did. Ranboo kept patting the base of tubbos head, laughing to himself everytime tubbo would rear back and jump, landing down hard on the hard wood floor.
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Eventually after ranboo patted the base of tubbos head and watched him rear back to jump, ranboo got distracted. As soon as he turned his head tubbo rammed hid head into ranboos back, causing him to stumble a bit. "AcK-" ranboo shouted, turning his head over his shoulder to see tubbo with a shit eating grin. Dragging his foot across the floor again, "welp" ranboo said, clapping his hands "thats enough for right now" tubbo snorted in disapproval, but laid back on the couch anyways, keeping his legs outstretched. Ranboo sighed softly, plopping himself down on the couch next to his friend. "Jesus tubbo your killing me" of course all tubbo replied with was a huff, kicking off the hoofs sense he wasnt getting up anytime soon. Glancing over at tubbo, Ranboo gently patted his head, a small smile visible on his face. "I can get used to this"
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