Mcyt oneshots

The Treehouse (platonic)

Leaves crunched under worn shoes, the air was crisp and sharp. Memories paved the dirt path that seemed untouched by all the atrocities of war, moss grew and stones shone like diamonds littered carelessly yet seemingly placed with such delicacy at the same time.

The breeze lightly pushed back Tommy's hair, it seemed to shine every time the cover of leaves broke - revealing the sun shinning so brightly. It was hot, not a uncomfortable heat that caused you to sweat a lot but a welcoming warm - one that reminds you of hot coco on a cold winter night, it was a comfortable hot.

Tommy wasn't there by plan but rather found his legs had lead him back to memory road, sometimes he would stop to touch the old bark of the trees that looked over him, trees that seemed so tall and study when he was younger but now aged and just about covered him from the sun. The bark was warm as he traced his hand over the curves of the old markings, he subconsciously lifted a hand and ghosted his finger over the worn bandanna around his neck - it felt as though it had not been many years ago when he first trod down the path, a stick in one hand and a friend in the other.

"Come on Tubbo!"
"Haha, I'm coming Tommy!"

The cricket chirped and bees buzzed as the soft tapping of feet and cheerful laughter played like music throughout the forest, two boys ran through the woods like they did everyday. A boy with golden hair and a stick in hand leading the way as he pulled a brown haired boy by the hand, making comments about the other being clingy despite the clarity that he was holding onto the other.

Tommy blinked watching the memories play out in front of him, watching as these figments of cherished stories rushed passed him - so happy and so untouched by war. He tugged at his bandanna like he usually did when he didn't know of the words to express what he was feeling, before continuing down the sunlit path.

"Do not enter it's written on the doorway! Out! Except you Tubbo, you can stay! Wilbur's the one who needs to leave!"

The golden hair boy stuck his tongue out at an older boy with fluffy brown hair and glasses that reflected the sunlight from above, he had a kind smile and ruffled the golden haired boy's hair. Chuckling, he waved them off as he returned down the path with a guitar in hand.

"What do you think of my treehouse?"
"It's very cool Tommy!"

He grinned at his friend and held the stick in the air proudly. "I'm the captain but you can be the deputy! I'm really glad you like my tree house." The boys sat under the shade in the wooden box of a treehouse, it was simple - made of spruce and birch. Tommy had originally tried to build it out of cobblestone but Wilbur had managed to talk him out of it, it lay strongly on firmest tree in the middle of a small clearing. The wooden floor was warm from being heated by the sun and there was a poorly spelled sign at the entrance but despite the simplicity, it was Tommy's favourite places. It was home.

He reached the clearing and walked through the overgrown grass and wild flowers that surrounded. He remembered singing songs with Wilbur and playing games with Tubbo, such simple things in life. Where had these moments gone? We're they all now nothing more than dusty memories?

Tommy climbed up the rickety but sturdy ladder, ducking his head slightly as he entered. It was his place, it was home. It was safety, he came here when the world got to loud and confusing. It was quite here, not one bad memory too. He sat on the floor by the cut out window opposite the door and closed his eyes, when he opened them again - the sun that had previously been shining on his face, was blocked. He saw the familiar outline of horns against the brightness of the light outside.

"..Hey"

"Hey.."

Tommy patted a space next to him causing his uninvited guest to smile happily before plonking himself down comfortably against the other, it wasn't an awkward silence. It was comfortable silence, it was safety. Tommy slowly leaned his head against the other and slipped the guests hand into his.

"Your so clingy Tubbo."

A light chuckle broke the silence and Tubbo smiled before leaning against Tommy.

"I know Tommy, I know."

There the two boys sat in comfortable silence, it was their safe space in the world. Their treehouse. A place they would go just to spend time with each other without any of the dangers and worries of the world to disturb them. They were at home with each other. The sky grew orange as noon grew close, there was a soft creek as a tall male with fluffy hair and glasses that reflected in the sun smiled softly at the sight of the sleeping boys.

Leaves crunched under new shoes, the air thick and slow. Memories pathed the dirt path that seemed to fill stories of childhood. A tall brunette man with fluffy hair walked back down the path, managing to carry two sleeping boys. He smiled as he walked back to their home, that was enough adventure for today.

So the sun had set and two sleeping best friends lay in bed under the covers, hand in hand and good memories littering their dreams.