it's a free write so it's low quality but here <3 i tried my best
Pac wasn’t sure what exactly drew him to Tubbo in the first place. Something about his humor. Something about his smile. Something about that brain. Their similar interests perhaps? The fact that he was attractive as hell certainly helped. Pac couldn’t resist a pretty face.
And a good father. There was something so lovely about seeing Tubbo hold on to his daughter with such care. Others would say it was some kind of trauma response to his raging mommy issues but he had to disagree. Familial affection was just… endearing. That was all. He didn’t want to be held so gently like that. Be taken care of by Tubbo specifically.
He groaned. Who was he kidding? Down bad once again.
It was fine. Pac was used to it. Used to that thrill in his chest, that heat in his cheeks. The pounding of his heart as he watched the movements of attractive men’s eyes. But with Tubbo there was such a sense of security that he didn’t feel with all of his other crushes. They would listen to his ramblings and murmur occasionally in agreement but Tubbo. He really listened. Pac would wake up the next morning and Tubbo would look up at him with bleary eyes that had not slept and tell him that he had been researching his new interest all night.
Pac nearly kissed him in that exact moment. Every single time it happened. His heart nearly raced out of his chest and all he wanted to do was grab Tubbo and squeeze him until his organs came out. A bit of a violent sentiment but it felt so right.
But at the end of the day it was soft. Falling asleep with their faces in books on Tubbo’s bed, only to end up tangled into each other in the morning, legs and arms in such uncomfortable positions but loving ones.
So. Pac wasn't sure what drew him in to Tubbo in the first place. But it didn't matter now. All that mattered was he had him now. In his arms, in whatever bed they were in. And he was never going to let him go.
I just hope the qsmp fandom doesn’t abandon its writers or artists or editors or other fan material creators. We’re still here!!! If you want the fandom to live on, support us! Reblog our stuff, leave comments! Don’t forget about us!
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i know fire like i know my home; they burn the same.’
[text id: everyone wants to be a hero. / so i let you think that you can save me. / but that’s a morbid dog’s neck; you have a leash around. / are you not fond of my sickness anymore?]
💭 a QSMP (guapoduo) Band AU where GreenGayNinjas are a band that starts playing in the afternoons at the local café "Starbobby" but also starts having rivalry with the other band that plays at night: Bolas
writing this in english here because everywhere I posted it in Spanish sksksk. This is an AU that, believe it or not, came from a dream, I don't really have anything written besides from a fanfic with a few chapters in Spanish but I don't know when I'll write again :] Feel free to write or draw anything based on this prompt, maybe I'll post more of this but idk. Also all of these drawings were made at different times so this is just a recap ^^
I'll tag this as QSMPBBandAu so if I post again about this it'll be in that tag :]
BBH: I will say, Chat, in the words of Richarlyson, “Be courageous. Be kind.” As sad as I am feeling right now, and as sad as I think we’re all feeling Chat, just remember this: if it wasn’t for this server existing in the first place, we would not have had these memories. We would not have had any of these memories—any of the positive things, the good things that happened here.