DSMP AU Oneshots (angst and comfort)

Day Out -- Part 1 (Bench Trio//Michael, Shroud, Fundy//Yogurt, Puffy//Michelle)

TW//  None! :D

Third Person POV: No one in particular

Word Count: 1026

***I wanted to write something nice and chill to make myself feel better lol, and kinda make up for last weeks too (btw most 'bad' recent events haven't happened in this AU. Ranboo is not dead. Also, if I really need to specify again: the marriage between Ranboo and Tubbo is *platonic* and not romantic***

Gazing out his Snow-Chester bedroom window that morning, Tubbo blinked fiercely. He had to turn away to keep his eyes from watering at the severity of the bright sun reflecting off the sheer, white snow.

"Mornin' Tubbo. Everythin' good?" Ranboo yawned, stretching his tall frame upon the bed before reluctantly getting up. His tail swished lazily side to side where he stood.

His small, *platonic* husband turned to smile at him. "Mornin' Boo. Yeah, just bright out, s'all."

"Kind of weather Michael might like?"

"Hm?"

"Mm, I- I don't know." The Enderman-hybrid shook his head bashfully. "I just...feel like...it'll be nice to take him to visit Tommy, and maybe go for a picnic or something today, don't you think? Maybe have the boys play," he added, referring to Shroud - Tommy adopted spider-hybrid son.

"Hm, sounds like a plan. If we invite Shroud, you think we should ask Fundy if he wants to come with Yogurt? Oh! And Puffy with Michelle? Make a whole day of it, maybe?"

Ranboo's ears and tail flickered with excitement. He clapped his black-and-white spotted hands a little. "Oh boy- Oh boy; Michael will be so happy. So happy. Don't worry, I'll get all the messages sent. Mmhm, that's what I'll do. And- And I'll get breakfast, too. And some snack-food. Why don't you go get Michael ready?"

Nodding, Tubbo headed upstairs to their attic.

"Ohhh Michaellll..." he called out in a playfully spooky tone as he climbed the ladder. The reply he got was an excited squealing and some items clunking around. "Michael...?"

By now Tubbo creaked open the trapdoor and peered around the room to find clothes and toys strewn around the floor surrounding one wooden-chest in particular, which was shut tight. Of course, after the first time Ranboo and Tubbo had found out their little Piglin son had taken a liking to hiding there, they made sure to drill holes in the top for him to breathe and ensure the chest had its lock removed, just in case.

"Hmmm... I wonder where little Michael could have gone...?"

The chest giggled. Tubbo smiled but tried to compose himself once again for the games sake.

"Is he...under the bed...? Rah!"

Tubbo pretended to check there - turning his head subtly to look behind him just in time to catch the top of the wooden chest open. Two tiny eyes - one with a patch over it and the other gleaming curiously - peaked out to watch the events 'undetected'.

"Oh no, no not here. Hm. Is he...under the sheets?!"

Tubbo dramatically tore back the messy bundle of blankets and, surprise-surprise, found no one there, expect for-

Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp.

"What's'it?!" came a little voice before it squeaked and pretended to be quiet.

Acting as if no one had spoken, Tubbo loudly said, "Well, well, well. Looks like I've uncovered Chicken's hiding spot. Chicken has been eliminated. You know what that means, Chicken?" he rhetorically asked the plushie. "It's time for you to decide whether you will tell me where my son is, or face the worst punishment there is: a bath!"

A whispered, "Don' say! Kee' se'ret Ch'ken!" crept out from the box.

"Ooo, you hear that Chicken? Oh? What was that? Did you say 'Michael's in his toybox'?"

As quiet as the goat-hybrid dared without badly startling his son, Tubbo crept towards the location.

"Found you!" Tubbo laughed, ripping the lid off the chest. Michael squealed both in delight and shock before babbling something in Piglin to Chicken to give him a firm telling-off for spoiling his hiding-spot. Once that was done, he jumped from the box and into his father's arms for a big hug. Tubbo's heart melted as he spun his son around.

"Aw, morning Michael."

"Mor'nin' Da!" Michael giggled before being placed onto the floor.

"I got a surprise for you..."

Michael jumped up and down and clapped his hands excitedly at the prospect of his dad's news.

"We're going to see uncle Tommy, Shroud, Yogurt and Fundy, and Puffy and Michelle today!"

Clapping his hands faster this time, Michael then clung to Chicken and dashed around the room to show his joy for the day. Not long after, he began making airplane noises and placed Chicken on his shoulders, just like Ranboo would do with Michael every so often. Tubbo beamed.

"Alright, Michael, enough play-time with Chicken, we can do that later. I'm going to help you get dressed then we'll go down and see what Papa's made for breakfast. But this time you have to eat all of it before we can leave, alright?"

Nodding hurriedly, Michael stopped playing and proceeded to get ready.

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"Someone's hungry," Ranboo chuckled, watching Michael shovel his bowl of brown-sugar porridge into his mouth, doing a little happy dance in his chair while he did so.

"Careful, Michael, slow down a little," Tubbo warned, just in case he choked.

In response, Michael said something in Piglin with a playful scowl on his face.

"Hm? What was that?"

Michael rolled his only eye dramatically before putting down his spoon to sign: 'No! Too excited! Want to hurry up! Gets me to my friends quicker!'

"Ohhh, aww," Ranboo cooed, a slight purr rumbling inside his chest. "We- We understand, Michael. But it's ok- It's ok if we're late. The fun won't start without you. Nope. Won't let you miss it, don't worry."

"'K Papa," Michael nodded, only partially slowly down the speed at which he ate, meaning his bowl was spotless by the time Tubbo and Ranboo were half-way done.

Running around the kitchen in his blue jean-overalls - with sewn-on patches of flowers and bees done by Puffy - Michael chanted: "Go, go, go, go, gooo!"

Getting a headache from all the commotion, the two boys didn't even bother washing the dishes as they knew they would be fighting a losing battle. Instead, to appease their son, they gathered up a picnic blanket, a fruit salad Ranboo had hastily put together while he had been juggling breakfast, and Michael's plushie, before taking one hand each of their son's and leading him out of the house ready for the meet-up.

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Only one update for today sorry, the other part/s (haven't decided how long this will be yet) will come out next week. Hope you understand, just don't have the energy to write anymore right now.

Feel like this could be really cute but I'll only know next time I write it up lmao, but fingers crossed you guys are liking it so far

Ok, take care, see you next time :]