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Hi! Puppy anon here! Can I possibly get a Ranboo w/ platonic nb reader who stims, please? Like, they flap their hands, echo noises, rock, etc? And maybe similar to how George is patient with Dream's stims, Ranboo and reader can be doing a face stream and reader just starts stimming, and then wants a hug from Ranboo? Idk, little brain dump from me. Thank you!!
super cute idea homes
Platonic!Ranboo x gn!reader, ~225 words, stimming, hugging, no pronouns used
You were positively vibing.
“I think we should romance the hipster vampire guy,” Ranboo mused as if you weren’t trying to shake your fingers out of their sockets. “At least this time around.”
You hummed in agreement. “The hipst- hipster! Hipster!” You turned and coughed into your elbow, trying to clear the word from your throat. “Yeah, I like the- him, I like him.”
“Don’t worry, chat, we’ll get around to everyone. We’ll be here all night if we have to.”
“All night, all night,”
“Got that right.”
You giggled to yourself, feeling an absurd amount of glee fill your chest at having someone not only positively acknowledge your stimming, but respond. You found your hands tugging on your friend’s sleeve to get his attention.
“Sup?”
“Sup!” You’d meant to ask for a hug, but your throat was clogged. It felt like the connection between your brain and tongue was broken, tongue connected to your ears instead. You crossed your arms like an ‘X’ over your chest, watching Ranboo’s eyes light up.
“Aww,” he cooed, hauling you into his chest. The steady, firm pressure surrounding you felt like a brand-new kind of stimming. If shaking your hands released little sprinkles of energy, you just exploded like a nuke. “My favorite tiny needs affection.”
lowkey dated this with the tiktok reference but in my defense I thought this fic was shit, literally only written to complete the trio and allude to Boss's mysterious past oooh spooky-
~850 words
“It’s sleepover day, you fucks!”
Tommy cackled at Tubbo’s outburst, catching the pillow aimed at his head and flinging it back. “Keep your pants on, I can’t find my charger!”
“Found it,” Ranboo chimed, holding up the white cord victoriously. “Let’s go, let’s go, Boss said we’re bingeing their Studio Ghibli collection tonight!”
They all pushed through the hallway in one big blob of teen, barely stopping to snatch the tupperware with your dinner off the counter and call out a goodbye to Tubbo’s parents before they were dashing across the front lawn. Ranboo stopped on the edge of the road, the other two boys crashing into his back.
“Who’s talking to Boss?”
Tubbo peered around Ranboo’s shoulder, furrowing his brows at the flashy car parked on your side of the road to match the pretentious looking guy on your lawn. “I don’t know, I don’t recognize him…”
Tommy scowled. “Well I don’t like the looks of him,” he decided, seeing you push the guy back by the shoulder when he stepped closer to you. The trio slowly made their way across the street, trying to decide what to do.
“-and I just think if you gave it a chance-”
“You’re acting like a jackass.” The boys startled slightly at that- you always censored yourself around them but they’d never thought that you swore around other people. “I’ve told you no twice, I’ve told you to get the hell off my property twice, and if I have to tell you either of those a third time this rock is going through your windshield. So beat it, asshole, I’ve got company coming and I don’t want them around the likes of you.”
The douche scoffed. “What, your little babysitting gig? Put the squirts to bed with some sweets to keep ‘em quiet and let’s roll.”
The boys faltered at that. Sure, they were a bit younger than you and technically children, but you didn’t feel like you were babysitting them… right? You were all just friends hanging out. Sure they only hung out at your house… and you made cookies sometimes when you knew they were coming over… and you mostly just watched tv together… But they brought you dinner! That meant they were taking care of you just as much as you cared for them… right?
“They’re my friends,” you growled. “And it’s time for you to go.” You grabbed him by the back of his collar, dragging him to his car with shocking ease. You winced as you saw the boys. “Inside,” you told them firmly, in that ‘it’s for your own good don’t argue’ voice you had mastered. They quickly obeyed, stepping just inside before spinning around and spying through the open door. They watched you drag the douche all the way to his car, opening the driver’s door and throwing him in. They watched you growl a few probably choice words into his ear before slapping the door and stomping back to your house. “Come on, guys, nothing to see,” you insisted, ushering them further inside as the fancy car peeled down the road. You took the tupperware from Tubbo but he followed you into the kitchen.
“He wasn’t your friend, was he, Boss? You shouldn’t be friends with people like that, he seems like an ass.”
You sighed, ruffling his hair with a soft smile. “Not anymore: you’re right, he’s turned into an ass.”
Tommy took the chance to try to lighten the mood, yelling as he crashed into the both of you, wrapping his arms around you two. “Oooh, Big Boss swore! Naughty Boss, my poor little baby ears can’t take it! A hundred pounds in the swear jar, now!”
“As if, you little rat,” you laughed, twisting around to hook your arm around the blond’s neck and pull him into a headlock, giving the only child the noogie-ing he so desperately needed. “Stop struggling, you brought this on yourself- stop struggling, punk!”
“Help is on the way,” Ranboo declared, trying to sound like the TikTok audio that had taken over his for you page as he wrapped you in a chokehold of his own.
“Betrayal! This is a mutiny! Tubbo, get me my slippers! I’m gonna beat you rats like your mothers should have!” All three boys simply laughed, making you shake your head with a fond smile. Your fist against Tommy’s head opened up so you could ruffle his hair, your other hand reaching behind you for Ranboo. You laughed as he headbutted your palm like he was just another stray cat visiting your garden for snacks and affection. Tubbo, clearly upset about your lack of a third hand, simply tucked himself into your side and let you rest your chin on his head.
You all allowed yourselves a few moments of tranquility before you gave each boy a rough pat on the cheek. “Alright, get off of me, rats. Whatever Momma Tubbo sent me isn’t gonna reheat itself.”
Boss series just has me thinking so much sorry for all these.
Benchtrio teaching boss how to play Minecraft
Cooking/baking with boss
Boss befriending all the cats while Ranboo just wanted to walk to the store to get some gummies and suddenly it’s just this hour long walk
this ask is literally so old but I'm trying to get motivated to write again and had this like 3/4 done so let's goo (~450 words)
“Is there something you should tell me?”
You hummed a questioning noise as a lean gray and white tuxedo cat used your offered hand as a stepping stool, climbing your arm until he was settled around your shoulders like you were the villain in an animated movie about mice. “Like what?”
“Like you’re secretly a cat deity.”
You snorted at that, resuming your walk as if the stray was just another accessory to your outfit. Ranboo was pretty sure it’d been at least half an hour since the two of you set out for junk food and sodas, and you still hadn’t found the convenience store, but when Tubbo texted asking if they’d died, Ranboo just sent back a photo of you with your entourage of stray cats, receiving an ungodly amount of laughing emojis. He half suspected you’d stuffed one of the many pockets on your baggy pants with cat grass before you’d left. “You like cats?”
He nodded, both of your steps slowing so he could pet the cat perched on you without being too rough. “Yeah, I like cats. Love ‘em.”
You gave an approving nod. “Good. I don’t trust people who hate cats.”
You resumed walking as the tom deemed his Uber ride over and disappeared into the bushes. “Why’s that?”
“Most of the time the reason people give is that cats are assholes,” you mused. “Cats and any other pet are usually only hostile if they’ve been abused, they’re protecting their owner, or they can sense that you’re a bad person. What they really mean is that they can’t make a cat follow orders like a dog does. It’s a sign of poor character.”
You did this sometimes, Ranboo mused. You’d somehow work a life lesson into casual conversation, stated as a fact and brushed past as if you hadn’t said anything remarkable, but Ranboo and Tubbo and even Tommy when you saw him held onto these little nuggets of wisdom. You’d clearly come across every one of them from experience, the only glimpses you gave into your past, and it didn’t make much sense for them to make the same mistakes you had when you were right there.
“I think cats having more independence makes them even better,” he hummed. “Makes it mean more when they let you love on them. ‘Course, I’ve never seen a cat reject you,” he laughed.
“What can I say, animals are great judges of character,” you snickered. You both stopped on the corner, looking both ways.
“... You know where the convenience store is, right? ‘Cuz I’ve just been following you.”
“Yeah, just another block. Come on, I’ll buy us some slushies.”
Romantic CC!Dream x CC!Karl x CC!Sapnap x CC!George x he/they!reader, ~675 words, poly relationship, implied nudity/underwear, borderline crack fic
"Make room,"
You all let out a symphony of groans as Dream wrestled out of his jeans and climbed into the already crowded bed. He quickly gave up finding a free spot and simpy flopped on top of you, burying his face in your soft stomach and slinging his arms over Karl and Sapnap respectively. George responded by grabbing Florida Man's hand and stretching it to reach his thigh, giving a satisfied pat once he was arranged.
"Finally finish editing," Sapnap asked, muffled as he tried to suffocate in your hair. You didn't know why three of your four boyfriends were trying to suffocate themselves with you, but that probably wasn't a good sign. You had no idea what George was doing, there was a wall of Grade-A Texan beef between you that you didn't feel like telling to move.
"Nope, just fucking sick of it," Dream tossed back. "Ugh, hang on..." He dipped his head, securing the bottom of your shirt in his teeth and yanking it up until he could fit his head underneath, nuzzling his cheek against the warm skin. "I am home."
"You are a freak," you muttered, twitching your knee to nudge it into his ribs.
"Wow, babe. And all this time I thought we were best bros."
Karl chuckled against your neck- oh, good, he was still alive. "I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to call them babe and bro in the same breath."
"I'm totally in love with you, no homo."
"Fuck that," George slurred- that bastard really fell asleep. You had six feet of Florida crushing your legs and this man has the audacity to sleep. "I love you with a lot of homo."
"Damn, dude," you hummed, down to about half a brain cell, "that's kinda gay."
Sapnap broke into wheezing laughter, prying his face out of your hair. "I feel like I'm listening to ‘Inception’, what the fuck are you guys talking about?"
"We're talking about how it's almost seven and we haven't slept yet," Karl huffed, trying to tug you into a better cuddling position.
"Here," Dream groaned, pushing himself up and onto the floor. You took the chance to roll onto your side, letting Karl spoon you and tucking your nose into Sapnap's pec-cleavage.
Dream closed the blackout curtains and turned back around. "No it's not, now go the fuck to sleep- hey, what happened to my pillow?"
"He wants to feel his legs," you huffed.
Karl helped scooch you closer to Sapnap and pressed himself like a second layer of skin against you, smacking the mattress behind him. "Come on, big guy, get in here before George starts whining."
"I do not-"
"Yes you do," Sap grumbled around a yawn, wrapping a thick arm around your waist to keep you close- as if you had anywhere to go. "You're a big baby if you can't get comfy at bedtime."
Dream chuckled, stretching an arm across the sea of entertwined bodies that were gradually becoming more and more indescernable to brush his fingers against George's arm. "I'll keep you company in the spare room if it's too cramped for you," he offered, smiling when the brit simply grumbled about being plenty comfy and burrowed into Sapnap's back as you all settled in.
"... You're so handsome-"
"Fucking go to sleep, Sapnap!"
"Sugar looks good all sleepy in my arms, I won't apologize for that!"
CC!Sapnap x gn!reader, age regressor!reader, ~325 words, caregiver!sapnap, age regression
"I have a secret to tell you."
You leaned closer, putting your ear right up to his mouth, eyes wide as you awaited what he would say that warranted this level of seriousness.
"You're shmol." Sap immediately attacked your cheek with raspberries, grinning against the skin as you exploded in giggles and flailed in the cradle of his crossed legs. "Is baby shmol? Do I have the littlest baby? Oh, I dooo?"
"Noooo," you squealed, hands weakly pushing on his chest. He let you push him away so you could catch your breath, puffing out your chest and crossing your arms. "I'm big!"
"Oh, you're a big baby, my mistake," he hummed with a smile, feigning confusion. "But if you're so big, how do you fit in my lap?" Your face started to burn as you stubbornly burrowed your face into his shirt so you didn't have to answer. "If you're so big, why do you have the cutest little squishy cheeks, hm?" You let out a whine as he pulled you out of his chest by the cheek, pinching it gently. "Why do I tuck you in every night?" A weak huff and a pout. "And," he mused, taking off his cap to set it on your head, watching the brim fall right down to your nose, "why is my cap so big on you?"
You simply squirmed, clutching at the hat like he'd threatened to take it away, turning it backwards so you could burrow back into his chest. "Could it be," he gasped, leaning down to speak against the crown of your head, "you're just a cute little baby? My sweet little thing? Hmm?"
You nodded against him. "... 'm yer lil' baby," you muttered against the soft fabric, whimpering softly as his arms wrapped around you to hold you tight.
"I knew it, you're just a little one! My precious little baby, oh so cute, mwah mwah mwah! Cutest little baby I've ever seen, yes you are!"
Montgomery Gator x gn!reader, ~400 words, implied reciprocated romantic feelings
"You need to be cleaned,"
"Mhm,"
"You can't clean yourself,"
"Right,"
"A staff member has to clean you,"
"Makes sense,"
You glared at the gator's smug smirk, bringing your scrub brush down solidly on his head. "So stop scaring them all, asshole!"
Monty growled, but his tail was gently swaying behind him on the tile, betraying him. "Not my fault they're scaredy cats," he huffed, purring deep from his chest as you scrubbed the yellow underside of his jaw.
"Oh, I'm sorry not everyone is used to a ten foot crocodile thinking it's funny to snap at people," you sarcastically huffed.
"Alligator," he growled out indignantly. "Hey, make sure you get my tail! That wimp you sent in last week ran out before getting to it."
"I'll get there," you muttered, straddling his lap to rest your legs as you scrubbed his chest and stomach. The two of you stayed silent for a bit, until you were sitting sideways on his lap to scrub his arm and he gently rested his head on yours.
"... I like when you clean me," he mumbled, like it was the worst thing in the world to admit it. "... You let me stay awake... The others try to power me down."
You faltered at that, watching the bubbles pop in the soapy water. "... I don't mind it," you admitted, giving a light hearted shove against his chest. "But if you like it so much, stop trying to bite me."
"But you're so sweet and bite sized," he teased with a chuckle that turned into a purr as you fell back into a comfortable silence.
"... I like when I clean you, too," you admitted quietly, using your fingers dipped in the soap to scrub at the spaces between his. "... Lot more enjoyable than cleaning the daycare with Sun over my shoulder." He let out a huff of laughter at that.
His hand was clean, it was time to move on, but you found yourself petting over the life-like skin, leaning deeper against Monty's chest. He pretended not to feel your warmth seeping into him, told himself his head was getting heavy and that's why he let more of the weight down against you, not because he liked the way your head fit tucked into his neck or how he could smell your shampoo.
(sorry for not using please etc im kinda new) Hi! can i please request Reader verbal stimming by saying pog/clicking tongue with tommyinnit (platonic obvs) :3 tahnk you !
always default to manners. also this isn't great but i wrote it while sick and not being able to breathe out my nose so yk. also also, if I'm dumb and platonic x reader is contradictory please lmk what the correct term is, i don't want to accidentally summon p*ppytwt just bc i think tommy would be a cool friend to have
Platonic CC!TommyInnit x gn!reader, possible neurodivergent!reader, ~425 words, stimming, encouragement to stim
“I see ‘quarter,’” Tommy hummed, reaching across the grass to drag his finger along the letters on your phone. “I win,” he cackled as his move won the level, “pog, dude.”
“Pog,” you drawled, giggling at the way it sounded coming out of your mouth. You folded your arms under your chin as you waited for the ad to play, biting your tongue to resist the urge to repeat yourself.
“Pogchamp,” he chirped in his ‘TommyInnit’ voice, all false bass that broke when he laughed and rolled onto his back, groaning as the ground tried to flatten the hunchback he’d given himself over the years. You groaned as you contained yourself from repeating him, rushing to plaster on your ‘normal’ face as he peered up at you. It started to crack as he stared until he finally narrowed his eyes. “Are you muffling your stims again?” He reached out, smacking his hand against your knee when you shamefully looked away. “Don’t be a dickhead-”
“You’re the dickhead, dickhead,” you threw back with a scoff, stretching your leg out to nudge him away with your shoe.
“Wow, great comeback,” he cackled. “Really devastating- I’m devastated.”
“I hate you.”
“So stop worrying about annoying me or whatever the fuck you’re not stimming for,” he huffed, grabbing the offending sneaker and pretending to gnaw it off at the ankle.
“You’re feral, I don’t have to listen to you.”
You didn’t know why you were putting up a fight. If you were thinking clearly you’d figure it was from years of being told to be quiet or that you were disturbing the class or embarrassing your parents, but you couldn’t think clearly when you were actively holding your body stiff to try and control yourself.
Tommy rolled to his hands and knees, conking his forehead against your temple with a solid thunk. “POGCHAMP!” He cackled as you shoved him away, your own laughter bubbling up. “POG,” he cried again as he fell back on the grass. “Uuuugh, I’m wounded- not pog!”
“Not pog,” escaped you like a squeak as you laughed, making him grin.
“Poggity-pog,”
“Poggity-pog-pog-pog- poggers!”
The last word came out like a revelation, making Tommy laugh with you. Soon you were both drunk on laughter, tossing various forms of ‘pog’ at each other until Tommy started laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.
“P-” he struggled to get out as he reached across to your phone, where the next level of your game had started. He traced his finger from P to O to G. “Pog,” he wheezed, turning into a cussing fit as ‘NOT AN ACCEPTED WORD’ flashed across the screen
hiiiiiiiiiiiii this is euphoric but like i never interact with this blog and i didn’t know if it was okay for a nsfw acc to interact with the sfw acc? idk how this works dawg
anyways fric the phone calls regress in peace ur sick so theres ur excuse on the calls
im mental sick too tho the calls are trying to find literally any therapist less than 3 hours away that accepts my insurance. as for nsfw interaction, im personally fine with it bc of the other yk, but minors here might go to ur account thru your asks so basically calculated risk up to u boo, i can also save u as an anon if u want
my momma says if i get dressed i can go to town with her and we can stop at the ice cream shop im gonna get a milkshake and probably get a little teary while watching either scooby doo or house husband i got all of scooby doo where are you the og classic amazing one <3
this blog is nearing 300 followers (yayy so exciting!) and I was wondering if any of yall had an opinion on how we celebrate since I feel like an ass just saying 'oh look at how many followers i have ooh im so cool'. Last time we did a kind of contest where followers sent in piccrews which is how I got the pfp I have now, but maybe we do something else this time? idk
