#treehouse alex g

[cococomiskry32]

I MADE ANOTHER ANIMATION WITH SOUND!!!!!! IM SO PROUD OF THIS

I MADE ONE AGAIN!!!! I HAVENT MADE ONE IN FOREVER!!!!

Audio By - Noahfinnce

Song By - Alex G

Song - Treehouse

Tell me if you like it!! If this does good I'll make animations more frequent, so, reblog!!

[stars-in-eyesss]

alex g understands 🙏

[white-rose-of-wutai]

This song reminds me so much of Yuffie and Sonon <3 :'( Lyrics:

"Do Not Enter" is written on the doorway Why can't everyone just go away? Except you You can stay What do you think of my treehouse? It’s where I sit and talk really loud Usually I'm all by myself I'm the captain but you can be the deputy I’m really glad you think I'm so funny I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave

[eyluvu]

nnnnghhhhh save me treehouse.... space/time save me.... mmmmmppghhhh race..... unghhhh race save me.....

[eccentrichumanbeing]

it is crazy how like the first note of treehouse by alex g sends me right back to my dsmp phase

[emily59729]

MY VER OF TREEHOUSE BY ALEX G

[fox0war]

Treehouse by Alex G is very important to me and like nobody else, I fear

[lazerball]

"What do you think of my treehouse? It’s where I sit and talk really loud Usually I'm all by myself"

[minmit]

I’m the captain, but you can be my deputy

I’m really glad you think I’m so funny

I don’t think I’m ever gonna let you leave

[lostlikesaebyeok]

HEY GANG 💥💥💥 can we get a fic with se-mi x f!reader based off treehouse by alex G and emily yacina 🥳🥳🥳🔫🔫🔫🔫😅😅

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝒔𝒆-𝒎𝒊 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆: you can stay

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: se-mi x fem!reader

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒂𝒖: post-squid game au

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: soft romance, surreal intimacy, light possessiveness, songfic

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: quiet obsession framed gently, soft clinginess, surreal tone, codependency, established sapphic relationship, lyrics-inspired structure

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:

se-mi doesn’t like people. her space is hers. her silence is sacred.

but you? you’re allowed in. into the treehouse, the noise, the parts of her she doesn’t even understand.

she loves you like a secret she never meant to tell.

and you’re not allowed to leave. not now, not ever.

it starts with a door.

“do not enter” is scrawled in faded red paint, crooked and chipped at the edges, like a warning that was never meant to be followed. it’s not locked. hasn’t been for years. still, you knock.

twice.

then again, softer. your knuckles rest against the wood.

inside, there’s shuffling. the thud of something hitting the floor. and then her voice, raspy from sleep, worn down but still unmistakably hers.

“i thought i said no one.”

you lean your forehead against the door. “i’m not no one.”

a pause. then: a small, tired sigh. the sound of a latch turning.

the door creaks open.

there’s se-mi. your girlfriend, your girl, your favourite person in the whole damn world. barefoot in one of your hoodies, hair messy and eyes half-lidded like she’d just woken from a nap she hadn’t meant to take. she looks at you like she’s trying to be annoyed, but her mouth betrays her with a flicker of a smile.

“fineee you can stay,” she says, soft.

you step inside. she lets you kiss her.

it’s a sleepy kiss. her hand finds your wrist like she needs to make sure you’re real. your lips brush hers once, then again, slower, deeper. her breath catches.

“hi,” you murmur.

“hi,” she says, and it almost sounds like i missed you.

the treehouse isn’t really a treehouse anymore. not since the foundation started to sag, not since the ladder rotted through and she put in a plank ramp instead. it leans to one side, like it’s tired of holding itself up. but inside, it’s warm.

there’s a blanket piled on the couch. fairy lights half-strung across the ceiling. a teacup with dried paintbrushes in it. a photo of you and her pinned to the wall with tape. her world, quiet and small and strange, and yours, too, now.

you sit with her on the couch, legs tangled. she rests her head on your shoulder, and you kiss the top of her hair. she smells like dust and sunlight, and a little like your shampoo.

“you know.. i used to pretend this place was a ship,” she says after a while.

you smile. “like a pirate ship?”

“mmhm. i’d shout orders to no one. stack pillows like treasure chests. i made my mom walk the plank once.”

you laugh, and she grins.

“you’re still bossy, you know,” you tease.

she turns toward you, eyes narrowed like she’s pretending to be offended. “i’m the captain. that’s the job.”

“can i be your deputy?”

“you already are.”

you lean in, kiss her again, this time slower and sweeter. her hand slides behind your neck, and she pulls you closer until you’re nearly in her lap, breath mingling. it’s gentle, unhurried. familiar in the way only something well-loved can be.

when you finally pull back, she presses her forehead to yours.

“you know,” she whispers, “i don’t think i’m ever gonna let you leave.”

your smile grows crooked. “good. i don’t want to.”

hours pass in fragments.

she shows you her newest sketch. a strange little drawing of two girls in a floating house, tethered to the sky by strings of stars. you ask if they’re supposed to be you and her. she shrugs, but her blush gives her away.

you kiss her again.

you talk about random things. you tell her how you got caught in the rain on your way over. how you saw someone who looked like her on the subway last week and it made your chest ache.

she listens. she always does.

and then she asks quietly “what do you think of my treehouse?”

you look around, at the fairy lights, the sketches. the soft way she’s looking at you, like you hung the stars just to make her smile.

you kiss her cheek. her jaw. her mouth.

“i think it’s perfect,” you say.

outside, the sky turns violet. birds call in the trees, soft and distant. the world blurs out. in here, she’s all you feel.

you curl into her on the couch, your head on her chest, your arm slung over her waist. she strokes your back lazily, her fingertips brushing up and down like a lullaby.

“i love you,” she murmurs. half-asleep. whole-hearted.

you smile against her skin. “i love you too.”

and you mean it. in this quiet, crooked treehouse, in this tiny corner of the world where she lets you in, you love her with everything you have.

and you stay.

thank u for reading, angel ♡

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[yourlocalfandomfriendo]

This part of the song Treehouse by Alex G but Nastya and Jonny when they first started getting really close

If I have to cry so do you <3

[basedball43]

idk when im actually gonna write this lol

[acidrat560]

I think the reason I like Treehouse so much is because of how simple it is but also how it manages to speak to every introvert or nervous wreck who has that one friend or partner that life just makes sense with.

Like you're still scared of the world and want to hide away from it all in your safe space, but that person has become a part of it now, everyone who grew up afraid or anxious has that someone I think, and this song just hits that feeling.

'Why can't everyone just go away? Except you... you can stay' 💚❤️💜

[inkandpaintsnowleopard]

Random Bugbo stuff I felt like making

I always imagine being hugged by him would be like being hugged by a Komodo dragon or something. Like just don’t make any sudden moves and you won’t die. Why is it doing this. We don’t know. Probably ulterior motives. But it’ll be an epic story to tell people later.

[littlecrow04]

I’ve a vision

Treehouse-Alex G

Stan twins

Anyone hearing me out?

[loadinghellsing]

I love baby Anderson and Vlad. They're so cute and sweet. I would love to see some silly little adventures with them. I know that's vague but any little hcs you might have would be so nice!!

maybe vague but I adore and shall supply!!