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Would a prompt for Tubbo to show up at Fit an Pac's doorstep absolutely fuming work? Like maybe it isn't Tubbo in control it's Tommy here to give the 2 an ear full because Tubbo has been a mess, months of miscommunication building to thinking they have been left behind, months of Tommy hoping he was right not to jump in cause it meant his husband paid attention to him. But Tubbo's a wreck heartbroken it can't be ignored anymore, how could they just drop him like that weren't they steps away from all 3 of them dating? Was that not worth fighting for?
Sorry if it's too detailed prompts are not my specialty it seems 9 w 9;;
I thought maybe a prompt of how left out Tubbo felt would be nice something that gave Fit and Pac pause to see that the hostility Tubbo shows at times to their relationship was because of that but also thought Tubbo would never say it or open up to anyone but I know you also subscribe to Tommy possessing his husband sometimes... I'm going to flee now I'm rambling too much ...
Have a lovely day!
it's been a while but you have a lovely day!
Tommy was mad. Tommy was furious.
Tubbo was in the back of the mind they were currently sharing, sulking. He was so upset and it made Tommy furious. So he took over. Grabbed the reins of Tubbo's body and took control.
Tommy stomped their body right over to Pac and Fit's house while Tubbo was too busy keeping his tears at bay to protest.
“Hey!”
Pac looked confused when he opened the door. “Ola?”
Tommy huffed, crossing his arms firmly. “Listen to me, man.”
Fit appeared behind him with a cautious look. “Hey, Tubbo. What's up?”
“Listen to me!” Tommy repeated. “You guys are assholes. He's not perfect, okay? He pulls away from affection and he's a little bitch half the time. But he's my best friend. He's an amazing person and he would rather choke than say it but he fucking loves you two. He's been moping in our fucking mind for ages. He won't stop crying and as soon as he figures out I'm saying this he's gonna take over this vessel and I won't be able to tell you. So fucking listen.”
They both stared at him with wide eyes as he drove his finger forward to drive them further back into their own house.
“He loves you both. Not the deep platonic bond he has with me. Because trust me,” Tommy scoffed. “What I have with him will last beyond your lifetimes. Completely and utterly. But he fucking loves you guys. I mean the way he talks about you two. The way he thinks about you two. God. It's so fucking annoying. He's mentally collapsing over how attractive he thinks you two are. It's so ridiculous.”
Tommy took a deep breath. Pac tried to cut in but he made sure he couldn't.
“No. Let me finish. Right now he's starting to stir in our consciousness. When he takes over I need you to kiss him and make up. Fuck, it's gonna be disgusting and I'm going to hate it but its better then having to see… the most important fucking person in my fucking life… having to be hurt over and over again by people he loves. So do your cringe ass lovey dovey shit and make sure he feels loved. For the love of-”
He was cut off. Snapped back into the back of Tubbo's mind. Fuck, he swore to himself. Please let those idiots understand me.
Through Tubbo's eyes he watched. Watched as Pac took Tubbo's face as soon as his own words slipped out of his lips and kissed him. Murmured the sappiest shit he had ever heard in his ears while Fit hesitantly took him by the hand.
And Tommy was right. It was gross and he hated it. But the joy that flooded through Tubbo's body was undeniable and calmed his spirit. He could finally rest.
#my writing#fanfiction#q!tommy#q!tubbo#q!pac#q!fit#poly morning crew#fitpacbo#eeee lets go!!!!#fic requests
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He does NOT know he's in the polycule
(inspired by ideas from @keirawantstocry)
#qsmp#qsmp fanart#tubbo#bagi#qsmp tubbo#qsmp bagi#tubbo fanart#bagi fanart#fitpacbo#poly morning crew#qsmp shipping#fitmc#pactw#qsmp comic#morning crew#my art
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polyam morning crew is tragic not because they're doomed by the plot but because if they all slept in the same bed then they would not be able to make it through the night without at least one of them kicking all the ducking bedsheets off
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Thinking about Morning Crew sparing again you know Pac would be enjoying it a bit too much, he loves when men can kill him, can hunt him, he’d be sitting there watching Fit and Tubbo fight with hearts in his eyes and a dreamy sigh. You know he would also get so much worse when he was actually fighting one of them, Pac heaven hot men that can kill him.
#qsmp#Qsmp pac#qsmp fit#qsmp tubbo#morning crew#Also for Bagi since this post is about Pac’s attraction so I didn’t include her but you know she’d be praticing to show off to Tina and Mou#Like she would invite them too come but i’d be a bit early for them so she’d just stay up one day and start showing off#Fitpac#pacbo#poly morning crew#qsmp shipping
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Fit: Ah, ahahah, but I don't want you to feel like you are being forced in a marriage again.
This man is going straight to: Tubbo being Ramon's parent=being married to Fit (and Pac?). My brother in queerness that was a wild mental jump. Not even boyfriends??? Like, bring this man on a date first.
Also...
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That is his fear, isn't it?
Making Tubbo feel like he is being pressured in a relationship by people he trusted to be his friends AGAIN...oh, boy
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poly morning crew thoughts fit 100% gets the same kick out of calling tubbo his british boyfriend that he does calling pac his brazilian boyfriend because it's all about the alliteration to him and is elated that he now has an excuse to say it twice as often because he actually needs to clarify which boyfriend he is talking about
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Hear me out, poly morning crew theater au but they’re not actors, they’re the backstage crew.
Fit is in charge of moving and building sets and helping any scene changes. He’s the strongest person in their little community theater and he begrudgingly accepted the job.
Pac is in charge of props and he runs that shit like he’s in the army. No one is allowed to touch anything without him being aware of it and gods help you if you break anything because you’re screwing around with it.
Tubbo is the lighting/sound tech. He’s not happy about the limited capabilities of the equipment he has to work with but he understands that they have a budget. The best part about his job is that he can stare at Fit and his muscles during the brief moments he has to run on to stage to move something.
The cast of their little shows are fully aware that something is happening between the three but most just chalk it down to the adrenaline of a show
#establishing the bones of this au so I can maybe write once irl shit stops kicking my ass#this au was spawned from the love of my backstage crew at my theater#qsmp#qsmp shipping#fitpacbo#poly morning crew#qsmp au#qsmp fitpacbo backstage au#<- need to think of a better name
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oh these QUEERS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
#my post#my art#etc#etc etc#qsmp shipping#implied#don’t look too close embarrassed#poly morning crew#fitpacbo#also i made so many last minute changes#i forgot things n stuff#it’s rough out here#doodle
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i wonder if theres a word limit for this thing. cuz i wrote a poly morning crew fic of them all kissing and i wish to offer it to you to read like a little orphan child on the street offering up a penny to a rich man
Tubbo sank down as far as he could into the seat he was currently sitting in. In front of him were both Pac and Fit, staring at him with different expressions but equally piercing gazes. Distantly he could hear Bagi laughing as she watched the kids while the three of them talked.
“Tubbo,” Fit said gently in that low rough voice of his. God it was irritating. Tubbo smacked both of his hands over his face and dragged them down unceremoniously. “We want to talk about what happened today.”
“No idea what you’re talking about!” Tubbo said in the most fake sounding voice he had ever heard, even to his own ears. He cringed, dropping his hands back into his lap to fiddle with his toolbelt.
“You teleported me out while we were on our date,” Pac said simply. Not angrily. Not upset. Just stating a fact. Tubbo hated how he was acting like he wasn’t upset. Because obviously he was. Right?
“That was Bagi!” Tubbo defended. “I didn’t do anything! I wanted you guys to have your lovely date undisturbed!”
“And we did,” Fit affirmed. “But now we are back and we want to talk to you.”
Tubbo squirmed in his seat. “About what? Nothing to talk about.”
Pac laughed a little at that and Tubbo sent him a withering glare. “Tubbooo. No. Don’t be mad at me.” He stood up taking a few steps to close the distance and fling himself over Tubbo, head atop his and arms crossed over Tubbo’s chest. It felt warm and safe and to be quite frank it scared the everloving shit out of him. Through the embrace he hesitantly watched Fit, expecting at any moment a cloud of jealousy to fall over his features. They were something else now. Something that didn’t involve Tubbo. But that didn’t happen. Instead, to his utter surprise, Fit smiled at him.
“Tubbo. We see right through you, you know that right? But the thing is,” he continued. “You don’t have to worry. Our dynamic here-” he gestured between the three of them as Tubbo felt Pac hum against his skull, “-isn’t going to change. Tubbo, you matter to us.”
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he quickly tried to reach up to brush them away but somehow Fit was up out of his seat and beating him to it. His warm non-metal hand now lay flat against Tubbo’s cheek looking deep into his eyes. Tubbo resisted the urge to squirm under the intensity of the gaze.
“Me and Pac are always gonna be here for you and Sunny okay? Always. We're family.” After a moment's hesitation he leaned in to press a kiss between Tubbo's furrowed eyebrows.
Tubbo braced himself for Pac to get angry. To shove him away and start screaming at Fit. Once again this did not happen. Fit just smiled at him then up at Pac who squeezed Tubbo tighter and pressed a matching kiss to the top of his head. “You don't have to pretend with us,” Pac said, finally releasing his grip to walk around him and stand next to Fit in front of him. “You were welcome at our date. Always are, right Fitch?”
Fit nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes exactly Pac.”
Pac directed a smug smile at Tubbo. “See? You worry for no reason. Everything is good.”
A stone of guilt and worry still lay heavy in Tubbo's chest but he tried to ignore it and give them a hesitant smile. “Yeah everything's good.” He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or relieved that they both saw through him immediately.
Fit sighed. “What can we do to prove it to you?”
Tubbo squirmed, trying to avoid eye contact. “Nothing, it's all fine. You guys you know go on dates and kiss and be gay and I'll stay here and it'll be fine.”
Fit let out a deep sigh and oh there it was. Tubbo knew he was a burden he fucking knew it. His train of thought was thrown off as Pac laughed. “Oh so you wanna kiss and be gay with us hm?”
Tubbo glanced up in surprise to suddenly see Pac right up in his face, deep big brown eyes staring into him. Full of so much joy. Happiness directed at him? Tubbo could hardly believe it but before he could even open his mouth to say anything along the lines of no, Pac grabbed his face gently and kissed him. It was soft and warm and surprising. And very much wanted.
Without thinking Tubbo let himself reach up to cup Pac's cheek as they kissed, Pac giggling all the while against his lips. Their mouths moved together in a way that felt incredibly natural and normal. Fit laughed at their earnestness and a jolt of fear struck like lightning through Tubbo's body as he pulled back frantically.
“Fit. I-” Aren't trying to make a move on your man? Am just as confused as you? He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say.
“It's okay,” Fit soothed. “It's okay. Tubbo, I'm not mad at you right now.” He laughed again. “If anything I should be upset at Pac. He was the one who kissed you after all.”
“You'd never be mad at me,” Pac teased with an easy grin, rocking back on his heels.
Fit rolled his eyes fondly at him. “Sure Pac, sure.”
Tubbo had absolutely no idea what to say so he defaulted to his usual humor. “So you aren't gonna kiss me, Fit? I see how it is. Is it because I'm blonde I bet it's-” he was cut off abruptly by different hands on his face. Rougher ones. A warrior's hands. His lips were surprisingly soft in comparison. Fit was so much more hesitant then Pac, so so gentle. Reaching for his shirt collar, Tubbo dragged him in closer, enjoying the noise of pleasant surprise that Fit made against his lips. Distantly he could hear Pac giggling.
Eventually they pulled apart, Fit panting slightly and Tubbo became incredibly aware of the dumbass grin gracing his face. The worries and fears were still there, a few kisses weren't going to fix years of trauma but this was nice. “You guys are stupid,” he said instead but he could tell they knew what he meant.
“You want us to kiss you more often?” Pac teased. “Give kisses to our boy before we go on our dates.”
Tubbo shouldn't admit it. “Yes,” he said nearly against his will but he was glad he said it.
“Okay then,” Fit said as if it solved everything. It didn't. But it helped. “You're our guy. Always have been, always will be.”
Tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes again but he refused to let them fall. He sniffed. “Cool okay um can we get back to the kids now?”
Fit and Pac both laughed before agreeing with him simultaneously.
“Yes, of course.”
“Sim, yes.”
So that was it. Not a solution to the anguish in his stomach that threatened to eat him alive but some reassurance. He just had to accept it.
oh fantastic. here you go op. also in my defense... its not that good cuz i havent slept. i in fact pulled an all nighter while writing this so yeah its the best i can do on absolutely no sleep
i would die for you.
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okay i asked you about dilf!pac and teacher!tubbo before
may i introduce dilf fitpac and bartender tubbo, he would be fumbling making their drinks and giving them discounts, the would convince him to drink with them, and tubbo gets so drunk that they end up bringing him home in an unverified or something and they let him crash on his couch. one in the morning he gets asked out by these two ridiculously hot men
DILFS AND TUBBO LETS FUCKING GOOOOO
Tubbo didn’t expect much from the trip his friends encouraged him to take to the bar. Tina and Foolish had been encouraging him to get out of the house, to let Tina and Bagi take a turn watching Sunny with their daughter. Foolish took him by the arm and dragged him out of the house and to a gay bar close to his house.
“You’re straight,” Tubbo complained as he dragged his feet down the road, Foolish ahead of him.
“I can still go to a gay bar! They aren’t gonna stop me at the door and ask me if I can prove I’m gay!”
“Maybe they will,” Tubbo said, trying not to roll his eyes. “Will you be willing to suck a dick to get inside?”
“Only if it’s yours.”
“Fuck you.”
Tubbo nearly ran into Foolish as he stopped straight in front of the club. The city lights were beginning to light up the streets as the darkness of the evening began to settle. The bouncer was a buff man with a forgettable face who let them in after only a glance.
The club was loud, rainbow lights flashing over the dance floor as the bass boomed. Their DJ was whooping and hollering from behind the stand, as gorgeous people jumped up-and-down in front of him.
“I don't wanna do this,” Tubbo whined.
“LET'S GET YOU DRUNK THEN!” Foolish grabbed him by the arm again, dragging him over to the surprisingly quiet bar. “Vodka shot for him, Jagerbomb for me,” he shot at the bartender closest with his most charming smile.
The man smiled back at him before shouting back behind him with a clipped accented voice, “Hear that Fitch?”
The man currently pulling down a bottle of vodka to dip into one of the two glasses he had already gotten out called back to him. “Yes sir.”
Tubbo's eyes were drawn to the flex of the bartender's muscles as he poured out the drink. He leaned into Foolish and tilted his head towards it. “Oh, that's unfair.”
Foolish followed his gaze and whistled under his breath. “Damn. If I wasn't basically married, I'd tap that.”
Tubbo shoved against his arm as he realized the younger bartender was listening to them with an amused smile. “Shut up.”
The bald guy with the shocking muscles slid their drinks across the bar. “Just these? Or are we starting a tab?”
Tubbo grabbed the shot and downed it, slamming it back down on the counter. “Start a tab.”
“Oh and I bet you expect me to pay,” Foolish complained with a smile as he picked up his own shot.
“This was your idea so yes.”
Foolish slammed his shot down. “You're lucky I love you. Another?” he asked, directed at the bartender who nodded then looked over at Tubbo.
Tubbo nodded. “Yeah sure why not.” To Foolish, he said, “Cause of the blow jobs, right?”
Foolish snorted and out of the corner of his eye, Tubbo noticed the younger bartender, the one with a gorgeous face, was still eavesdropping. “One of these days my boyfriend is gonna hear you say that and he is gonna beat your ass.”
“Suck my dick,” Tubbo shot back, barely paying attention to what he was saying. He had made contact with the incredibly strong bartender who was sliding his next shot across the table with a stupidly good-looking smile. “Thank you.”
The man's smile grew and to Tubbo's shock, his eyes glided easily over what he could see of Tubbo before meeting his eyes again. “You're welcome.”
As soon as he looked away, Tubbo glanced towards Foolish in a panic who was looking at him with an encouraging expression.
“I think I'll hit the dance floor,” he proclaimed, way louder than necessary. With a wink at the bartenders he said, “You'll watch after my friend won't you?”
“Absolutely,” the one purred in that accented voice and Tubbo could feel every inhibition draining from his body at the sound of that voice. He would do anything to hear that voice purring in his ear like that.
“I can take care of myself,” Tubbo protested weakly.
“I’m sure you can,” the dark haired bartender leaned over the bar, resting his elbows on the counter. “I’m Pac. What’s your name, baby?” His voice was clipped on the word baby. It was beautiful.
“Tubbo,” he said, sliding his hand across the bar to shake his hand.
Pac shook it with ease, smiling fondly at him already. “This is Fit.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. Fit smiled, putting together another drink for a different patron at the bar. “What brings you here tonight?”
Tubbo laughed. “ My friends said I needed to get out of the house. Can I get another vodka shot?”
“Of course.” Pac turned to make the shot himself. He did it with a practiced ease that was mesmerizing before sliding the newly made shot across the bar.
Tubbo downed it, slamming it down with a practiced ease that he was faking. He was starting to feel tipsy.
“Why do your friends think you need to get out of the house?” Pac asked, swinging open the swinging door that let people behind the bar. He swung himself up on the barstool beside Tubbo.
“They think I spend too much time at home with my daughter. Which is ridiculous. Yeah sure I'm only 20 but she's my daughter and I'm gonna do everything to make her life as good as possible.”
Pac nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I'd do anything for my son.”
“You have a kid?” Tubbo so stupid. Of course he had a kid and probably a really hot wife and he would never be interested in some 20-year-old dude he met in the bar.
Pac nodded. “But it's good to get out and have fun as well.”
“Well yeah but you can go out while your wife watches your kid. As a single father I don't have the same uhhh freedom.”
“I don't have a wife,” Pac said with a laugh and Tubbo flushed an embarrassed shade of red.
“Oh shit I'm sorry I shouldn't have assumed.”
Pac waved him off. “It's okay, it's okay. I don't have a wife or husband but I do have co parents so you were right about that.”
Tubbo relaxed ever so slightly. “Oh. Yeah okay. Um sorry if this is too invasive but is it like a dating thing or divorced or…” he trailed off awkwardly. “I'm sorry that's an insane question to ask a stranger.”
“How else will we stop being strangers hm?”
Tubbo opened his mouth then closed it considering his statement. “Huh. Guess you're right.”
Pac nodded. “It's kind of an awkward story actually. We're all close friends and were then as well. We were all messing around.” He shrugged. “And uh accidental pregnancy. We decided to keep it and raise him all together as a group. We decided not to get a paternity test. Just makes things easier. So he doesn't feel less loved by any of his parents.”
Tubbo was nodding along to the story. At some point some kind of drink had been pushed into his hand. He sipped it before speaking. “Funny enough I got in a slightly similar situation. One night stand with this couple and I ended up with the kid. Wouldn't trade her for the fucking world though. She's the light of my life.”
Pac smiled sweetly as he motioned for Fit to bring him another drink. “Kids will do that to you.”
Fit joined them, leaning his arms against the countertop of the bar, making his biceps bulge nicely. Tubbo couldn’t help it when his eyes zeroed in on his arms.
They both noticed, glancing at each other with matching smiles.
“Nice muscles,” Tubbo blurted out. God, it felt awkward that they noticed him looking, he just had to say something to break the tension.
“Thank you,” Fit said with a laugh. “Made ‘em myself.”
Tubbo giggled, feeling even drunker as he took a long swig from his drink. “My friend uh,” he gestured wildly in the direction he thought he remembered Foolish going into. “He’s uh. Yeah he does weight lifting and stuff.”
“Is that why you hang out with him?” Fit asked. “His muscles? Are you guys a thing?”
“Nahhh,” Tubbo drawled, just starting to slur his words. “He’s got a boyfriend. Ough, I have tapped that before though. If you’re even half as good as he was,” he took another long sip, motioning at Fit with his drink.
The man laughed, beginning to flush. “Oh? Are you propositioning me now? You’re tryna hit on me? That what you’re doing?”
“Maybe,” Tubbo said, shrugging his shoulders up as he widened his eyes. “Would you, uh, be all good with that?”
Fit glanced towards Pac. “You’d have to ask my boyfriend.”
Tubbo froze, quickly glancing between them. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, no,” Pac rushed to say, his words mixing together. “Don’t worry, I’ve always been into, uh, polyamory and I think my boyfriend deserves to dip into it if he wants.”
Fit shrugged, throwing a towel over his shoulder after wiping off the countertop once again. “We could share him.”
Bolts of electricity shot through Tubbo’s spine. “Okay,” he slurred. “Two hot older men at the bar, that works. Even better than just one.”
They both laughed and it sounded even more beautiful than the blasting club music the DJ was blasting.
Tubbo finished off his drink with a long swig. “Let me take you two out.”
“I think we’ll be the one taking you out,” Fit teased. “Pac.”
The man perked up. “Sim?”
“Go find Tubbo’s friend and tell him that we can take care of him tonight.”
Pac giggled, joyously, bouncing off the barstool. “Yes, sir.”
#my writing#fanfiction#q!tubbo#poly morning crew#q!pac#q!fit#fitpacbo#EVERYONE CHEER#everyone thank oakley for the motivation
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morning crew when it's the morning (they live together) (canon) (trust)
#qsmp#fitpacbo#poly morning crew#qsmp morning crew#morning crew#pactw#fitmc#tubbo#tubbo fanart#pac fanart#fit fanart#qsmp shipping#qsmpshipping#morning crew fanart#my art
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the real reason fit hesitated a moment before telling quackity it wasnt tubbo that hes dating is that he thought they were until tubbo denied it
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This was what Quackity thought the polycule was, he made this entirely up within his own head, anytime Fit said something he just added to it nothing could be removed.
Also here is what he thought it was before Fit opened his mouth:
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I hate that I can't read too much and overthink Pac's flirting with Tubbo because that's just his fucking hobby.
Little crime man flirts, grandmas knit, flowers need water, big fucking news
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Don't be a hater, be a lover ❤️
#az art#I saw that post a few days ago about tubbo inserting himself into fitpac and I had to make a three-way kiss drawing about it#slowly and surely making my way into digital art#q!tubbo#q!fit#q!fitmc#q!pac#q!pactw#q!fitpacbo#poly morning crew#qsmp morning crew#qsmp#qsmp fanart
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I really want qTommy to come down to the mortal realm being all godly and shit to annoy his husband and not sign any divorce papers only to be met with Pac and Fit ready to figure out how to kill an immortal on Tubbo’s (THEIR boyfriend, thank you very much) behalf.
#and Tubbo just wants to use create#he’s done with his husbands bullshittery#midnight ramblings again#qsmp#qsmp shipping#fitpacbo#poly morning crew#I absolutely adore the god!Tommy head cannon for the qsmp#lmao
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