Happy Tree Friends Collection

The Forest Plane (Woody x Sticks) 1.5k-2k

It was a quiet day in the Happy Town Forest, Woody was walking along the tree line, the sun was warm against his scarlet fur. He smiled gently to himself and fixed his glasses before stepping deeper into the damp forest, but stopped slightly as he heard his name being called very faintly to him. He turned to see his boyfriend, Sticks, running up to him from down the dirt path. He smiled and waved at Sticks before leaning against a nearby tree and waiting for Sticks to catch up to him. Once Sticks finally caught up to the tree-line, they embraced. Stick's beige fur was cool from being blown on by the AC all day and as he felt the warm, auburn, fur of his boyfriend he just wanted to hug him all day under the soft, yet unrelenting, sun. 
"I was just headed into the forest for a bit of daily relaxation, want to join me," Woody asked as Sticks let go.
Sticks nodded excitedly and gestured deeper into the forest, "I would love to, isn't there a grassy plane we can visit in here?"  
Woody nodded and smiled, Sticks nodded in reply and they both began walking towards the middle of the forest. Sticks was thinking to himself about the flowers and how he has never seen them before, he thought they'd be very pretty with his fur color. The grass was warm under their feet as they walked deeper and deeper into the beautiful forest, Woody was quiet like always and Sticks looked at his face momentarily before looking away and blushing. Their paws touched as they walked and Woody took it upon himself to grab Stick's hand as they walked along the grassy path. 
Once they finally made it to the tall, grassy, plane of land, Sticks immediately found a good few flowers and began picking them and Woody sat in the grass in the shade of a tree nearby. The grass wasn't too tall, it just went up past Stick's ankle but there was an indent of land where Woody had been sitting for the past few days. Sticks came over to Woody once he had picked enough flowers and sat down, gently leaning on Woody's shoulder while he pulled the short leaves from the flower's steam, he weaved each flower together in a gorgeous flower crown before giggling slightly, blushing light, and placing it gently on Woody's head. Woody perked up slightly and looked at Sticks momentarily before blushing, smiling, and fixing the crown. 
Sticks cheeks burned red and a guilty smile spread wide across his face before being covered by Woody's lips. Their kiss was long and passionate, Woody marked his book and set it behind him with one hand while Sticks pulled Woody closer to the kiss. They got a little sloppy when Sticks pulled back for air then cuddled against Woody's chest. 
Woody wiped his mouth gently and blushed slightly, "you're too cute, you know that?"
Sticks gave his cutest giggle and cuddled deeper into Woody's chest, the cool grass blew in the wind around them as they chuckled together. Woody then placed his paw on Sticks' head and started running his fingers through Sticks' fur, Sticks quietly bleated, more like a purr but a bleat at the same time; it was a soft sound and Woody smiled at it. Sticks blushed and looked away while Woody's paws ran through his fun and massaged his horns, Sticks closed his eyes and focused on the wonderful moment they were having together and he was glad he could share this moment with Woody in specific. 
After a while of silence, Sticks felt tired, the darkness shrouded his vision as his eyes fluttered open then shut once more; his soft snores made Woody chuckle slightly, his paws still flowing through Sticks' soft fur. His fur felt like the softest cotton sheets, Woody felt like he could stay there forever with Sticks and the cool breeze. Woody felt the warmest content fill his heart as a genuine smile curled in his lips, soft yet sturdy, like an old book cover. Sticks' soft snores filled Woody's head with a kindness he hasn't felt in a long time, everything was soft at that moment; as if time froze. Woody eventually pulled sticks closer to him and rested his head, comfortably for both of them, on Sticks' head. Their soft fur blowing in unison with the wind that made everything sweeter, a soft pollen scent filled Woody's nose as he drifted into sleep.
When Sticks opened his eyes he was warm, the darkness shrouded him and Woody and Sticks' breath hitched, he wasn't alone but he felt terrified nonetheless; there was something giving him the creeps and he didn't like it. He didn't want to wake his still sleeping boyfriend so he held Woody closer and tried not to show any fear, in his panic he didn't realize how hard he hugged Woody and ended up waking him anyways.
Woody yawned and chuckled, "babe are you ok?"
Sticks shook his head no, he was frightened and didn't want to lie, "I'm scared, can we cuddle more?"
Woody's smile feigned slightly as he held Sticks warmer, "of course, what's wrong?"
"I really hate the dark, " Sticks replied with a quiet shiver as he looked out on the grassy plane.
Woody thought for a moment, "here, look, " he gestured to the rest of the plane of grass, "do you see all that?"
"See all what, " Sticks asked as he squinted to see better in the ravaging darkness.
Woody chuckled, "the fireflies? The shimmering petals of flowers in the moonlight? Do you see it all?"
As Woody pointed out everything good about the field, Sticks began to feel safer, "yes! You're right!"
Woody kissed Sticks' forehead and held his lips there before pulling back, "tell me what you see."
Sticks looked around again, "I see the prettiest flowers ever, and there's lightning bugs everywhere, oh, and there's this!" Sticks stood and rushed over to something in the grass, Woody strained his eyes to see what Sticks had grabbed. There was a blue and white, chipped, teacup in Sticks' fuzzy hooves. Woody stood and brushed his sleepy legs off before walking over to Sticks, he inspected the teacup and shrugged, "I've never seen it before."
Sticks smiled, "can I keep it?"
"Why are you asking me, " Woody chuckled. "You don't need to ask me for permission for every little thing!"
Sticks beamed up at him and Woody blushed, the cutest person just gave him the cutest smile under the moonlight in the middle of the forest, Woody felt blessed and gave Sticks a smile of his own. Sticks threw his arms around Woody, making sure not to break the delicate cup, with such force the flower crown was knocked from Woody's head to Sticks'.  Sticks chuckled again and Woody hugged Sticks back, burying Sticks' head into his chest. They stood like that, swaying gently in the cool wind, for a moment that could have lasted forever before they both pulled back slightly. Sticks was as happy as a robin in the morning, smiling like no one was watching. Woody was happy but looked at the moon with realization, it was high in the sky and he was still tired; "I think we should head back, " he said gently as if to try and sooth a beast.
Sticks nodded and practically threw his free hand into Woody's, Woody smiled and they started walking back out of the forest. The walk took a good part of an hour and each of them was tired when they reached the outskirts of town. The wind was cool and gave them a content inspiration to keep moving, the cool forest becoming softer and warmer as they approached the treeline. The town was warm when they arrived and the pavement felt merciful against their tired feet, Sticks noticed and internally thanked mother nature for a wonderful night out. Woody was transfixed on getting home and into bed so much he hardly noticed when he bumped into his door, he and Sticks kissed on another good night before splitting up. Woody heading straight to bed and, once Sticks got home, Sticks stayed up a little later, playing with the flower crown and humming softly by his lit fireplace.
He finally decided it was time for bed around 2 am and stumbled upstairs to his room, his bed was warm and welcome after an indifferent summer night with his lovely boyfriend. He thought about Woody for a while before letting sleep overtake his already tired body, 'I wonder if I should pop the question on him' was Sticks' last thought before hugging his pillow tighter and finally, after a long night, sleeping gently.
The sun shone in through his open window, Woody groaned and rolled out of bed to find a note on his bedside drawer, 'Meet me at the grassy field around 11 pm, tonight. -Sticks'. As Woody got ready for the day, his mind was plagued with curiosity about what Sticks could want to do at that hour in the middle of the forest, Woody was nervous yet excited; a boxed ring waited for him on his dresser, maybe then would be the best time to pop the question.