MCYT Oneshots

💔𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙿𝚝. 𝚃𝚠𝚘- 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛

Characters: Wilbur, Tubbo, Tommy, BadBoyHalo, Dream, Niki, Fundy
Ship: Sleepy Boys (Family), L'Manburg (platonic)
AU: Dream SMP
Prompt: Wilbur falls, Tommy and Tubbo try and catch him
Trigger warning: Suicide, blood, Dream is a dick and mocks suicide

"Oh shut up," Tubbo joked, knocking his shoulder into Tommy's."What?! It's a good idea!" Tommy sprouted back, jabbing the shorter with his boney elbow. "A flower garden? Really?" Tubbo asked, disbelief painted on his face. "Big Man Tommyinnit, Big T, T Money, wants to make a flower shop?"

"Of course I do! Its a fucking brilliant idea if you ask me! What, do you like guys can't enjoy flowers? What a sexist you are. Unlike me, a man who loves women and hates men," Tommy shouted, pointing at himself with his thumb, pride on his face from the multiple times he threatened to kill men.

"No, no, boys can like flowers. Just,,, it's unexpected from you. Didn't think you were the flower type," Tubbo said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and peering over the side of the path they were on. The fall was large, a great cavern built to separate L'Manburg and Dream SMP. A fall from this height was surly lethal, but the small amount of water sitting at the bottom made it exhilarating to think about leaping, landing in the cold water, laughing with his best friend.

"Well, my good man, I have always said this- I am a man who enjoys a tulip or two."

"I have literally never heard you say that," Tubbo commented, getting shoved by Tommy as they approached the blonde's house. Tubbo looked around, admiring the small flies and bees swarming flowers, the grasshoppers balancing on the delicate blades of green. He kicked away a rock on the path, Tommy racing up to it and kicking it further, both of them repeating it until they got to the open front of Tommy's dirt hill house.

Tubbo stayed outside as Tommy threw materials back at him, such as gravel, dirt, dark oak logs, random pressure plants, and oh so much cobblestone. He scooped it up in his arms and leaned against the walls of the house. He waved to Bad, who was sitting under a tree nearby with Skeppy and Ant, who was currently curled up on the demon's lap. Bad smiled and waved politely, before picking up an apple and holding it up in offering wordlessly. Tubbo waved him off, letting him go back to his conversation with Skeppy.

Tubbo looked away, hearing Tommy grumble about something vaguely. "Say, why do you want to make a flower garden? You getting into botany or some shit?" Tubbo asked, craning his neck around to see his friend. "Well, ya know... Wilbur has been stressed lately, and I know he like doing on 'dates' with Nihachu, plus the flowers bring bees and colour to the land,,, plus it's good for the earth and I'm a good man and shit," Tommy tried to play it off, grabbing a few stacks of extra cobblestone.

Tubbo smiled. He would never admit it, but Tommy was truly affectionate of his family. He noticed Wilbur was struggling, he noticed the screams that echoed from his room as he sobbed into a pillow, he noticed the growing bags under his eyes, he noticed it all. Tommy was a good kid, he just didn't know how to show it through words, so he did it through gifts and actions. When Tubbo was scared, he would hold his hand. When everyone was stressed and scared from war, Tommy built a rollercoaster to entertain them. When the country was losing, he gave up the second most important thing to him for freedom.

Tommy smiled back at him, his face radiating sunshine, as he lightly hit him on the back of the head. "Oh, what the hell," Tubbo laughed, jumping to hit him back, but failing as Tommy dodged the attack. "Where are you thinking of building this flower garden? Tubbo asked, putting down the materials in his hands and sitting on the ground. He sat down as Tommy paced around, laying back and looking at the clouds. They looked so soft, like a kitten's fur. As if he were to touch it, it would fade to ash. The nice soft contrast of the pleasantly intoxicating fluff against the blue northern above drawing him in.