Dream SMP Oneshots

Runaways (BeeDuo AU)

The three scooted into the drugstore, elbow to elbow. It was the middle of winter and it was "pissing it down"-- as Tommy would say-- with snow. Ranboo shivered and shook his head violently, already melted snowflakes flinging off of his hair. Tubbo stretched and then hugged his arms to his chest, exhaling at the light touch of heat dusting his red cheeks. Tommy whined, his face frostbitten.

"Look at this crap! It's like icicles have gathered on my eyelashes," Tommy complained, taking off his red beanie and brushing his hair out of his face.

The clerk looked up from her desk, almost bored. She was reading a magazine that was purple and black, golden watches and silver necklaces strewn about the colorful pages, "Can I help you?" She mumbled, returning to her magazine.

"No, just browsing, thanks," Tubbo muttered, dragging Ranboo and Tommy to the back of the store by the elbows of their jackets, "So? Plans, anyone?"

Ranboo shifted, "Yeah, we split up. Tommy, you nab toothpaste, Tubbo grab as many chips as you can fit in your jacket, I'll grab a couple of water bottles if I can..." He scratched the back of his head. He always wore a mask, one side black, the other white. It took almost a year for the other two to convince him to take off his glasses, the selling point being "only idiots wear sunglasses indoors". His eyes were mismatched, though, sometimes it was hard to tell. He always tried to avoid eye contact.

Tommy nodded, "Should we meet at the front of the stoor or back at home?" He asked, adjusting his green bandana so it covered his mouth.

"Home," Tubbo decided before Ranboo could answer, "That way only one of us can get caught. If we do get caught, we dip into the bail fund, got it?" The rest mumbled in agreement and they all split up, each going in different directions. Tommy headed to the cosmetics section, Tubbo to snacks, Ranboo to the drinks.

Each person wore a coat good for each thing they specialized in swiping. Tommy wore a red and black coat with deep pockets on the inside, Tubbo adorned a puffy black and green coat with a big hood that was lined with fur, perfect for hiding chips. Ranboo's coat was simple, black and purple with three loops on the inside that were the size of water bottles. Each coat Tommy had tailored. He never said where he learned to sew, though he always brought up a specific story about his father whenever they asked. It wasn't related to sewing at all, but it clued them in enough to know that Tommy really admired his father, whatever happened to him.

Soon enough, Ranboo was the first to leave. The shop wasn't necessarily small. There were a handful of carbon copies of the store around the city, but this was the poorest shop in the chain, there weren't even anti-shoplifting alarms in front of the door. He smiled, successful.

It was when Tubbo tried to leave that problems began to arise.

"Hey, you gotta pay for that," The clerk said, not looking up from her magazine. Her tennis shoes were now propped up on her desk as she leaned back in her chair, reading lazily.

"Pardon?" Tubbo inquired, digging his nails into his palms.

"Those chips. In your hood," The clerk looked up from her magazine, an eyebrow raised, "You weren't planning on leaving without paying... were you?"

Tubbo spluttered, "N-no! I just... I need to go run to my car and- uh- grab my wallet! I totally forgot to grab it when coming in," He dashed out the door before the girl could leave her chair. He looked back and saw that she was still reading, she obviously didn't care.

Tommy left seamlessly, the girl not even saying looking at him when he said, "Didn't find anything interesting, see ya."

"Mmhm," The bell on the door rung as Tommy stepped back into the cold. He scowled, rubbing his arms. Their apartments weren't too far from the drugstore, though it felt a million miles longer in the snow that went past Tommy's ankles.

He threw open the door to the apartment, the door almost falling off of its hinges, he kicked off his snow boots and tossed his coat and bandana to the ground on top of them, "I'm ba~ack." He announced, locking the door behind him.

"About time, bossman," Tubbo said, the cold making his voice barely a whisper, handing Tommy a hot cup of cocoa, "We were starting to get worried. Beloved already went to bed but I'm going to stay up for a bit, I need to keep an eye on him," He took a sip of his cocoa, "The night terrors are getting worse."

"I've heard," Tommy also took a sip of cocoa before making a bitter face and setting it on the little ledge of the window that looked into the kitchen. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, "I'm gonna hop in bed, my entire brain is dead." He yawned.

"Alright, g'night, Toms."

"G'night, Tubso," Tommy walked to the bedroom and crawled to the left side of the bed where he respectfully slept. They all had to share a bed unless someone wanted to sleep on their couch that had exposed springs and wood, or wanted to sleep on the rough carpeted or concrete floor. They each had their own blanket, Tommy's red, Tubbo's a pretty desaturated green, and Ranboo's a simple black. The fabric was cheap and Tommy was able to make it with ease. Tommy eventually fell asleep, though he stirred when Tubbo entered the room.

Tubbo sat quietly on a chair in the corner of the room, finishing his cocoa, setting the empty mug on the windowsill behind a torn drape where he knew it would never be cleaned up, and crawled in between Ranboo and Tommy. He stayed awake for hours, unable to sleep. At one point in the night, around four in the morning, Ranboo jolted awake, mumbling something incoherent and then falling back asleep. It wasn't as bad as the other nights. No screaming. No crying. It was almost peaceful.

Nothing stays peaceful forever, Tommy thought as he woke in the morning, his muscles tight. He slept well for the first time in weeks.

"Mornin', bossman," Tubbo muttered, taking a sip of coffee. He sat on the couch hip-to-hip with Ranboo, a blanket over their laps, "It's just as cold as it was yesterday, don't worry." He joked into his porcelain mug.

"Good, I was afraid something would change," Out of habit, Tommy walked over to the fridge, opening it, his icy blue eyes searching for something to eat. A new wave of disappointment washing over him when there was nothing except for a carton of eggs and a half-full baggie of baby carrots.

It took Tommy a good ten seconds to realize that Ranboo was asleep, his head resting on Tubbo's scalp almost comically. Tommy almost laughed, "Didn't sleep well?" He guessed, sitting on the floor. In reality, the couch was a loveseat with barely enough room to fit Tubbo and Ranboo.

"No, he slept well, I'm the one that slept like shit," Tubbo replied grumpily, adjusting his posture, trying to stretch but moving as little as possible.

"Well, I forgot to tell you guys yesterday, but I got a job at that convenience store we hit last night," Tommy mentioned, munching on a baby carrot.

"Oh, pog! But won't you not get the job because we hit that place last night?" Tubbo asked.

Tommy fiddled with the hem of his shirt, "The uh... the lady that was at the desk, her name is Niki, she's a friend of my dad's," He looked away, running his fingers through his hair methodically, "She agreed to turn a blind eye and to give me a job, she's really nice." He said quietly.

"Well, I'm glad things are clearing up a little bit..." Tubbo smiled softly.

~~A/N~~

Sorry for the weird ending, didn't know how to end the chapter! Do you think we should  make this into a full story? Lemme know :]

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