#tubbo fanfiction

[sweetie-peaches]

New fic time!

Summary:

“Flight lessons were something that tubbo never really knew how to teach

But Sunny had been begging him to show her how to fly, and he couldn’t just say no (even if he might have to push her off a cliff)

Or, mindless fluff, I love father daughters”

[1wn8ure]

if your wings are broken, please take mine ('til yours can open too)

Or, a series of beeduo hurt/comfort one-shots in the style of bunflora’s fic “I wanna hear it’s alright”. Each chapter will be based off of a one word prompt!

reblogs help astronomically!!

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

New fic! This time it’s horror! Make sure to read the warnings and tags but I am super excited :D

The winner takes it all is a (mostly) Tubbo-centric clingyduo modern/2006 horror fic where Tubbo moves to a new town and ends up caught up in a murder case. It is ongoing with 1/7 chapters and 8.9k words!

Summary:

Tubbo furrowed his brow, taking a step back in the hall. "What?"

Tommy nodded like it was the most simple thing in the world, like he hadn't just proposed most ridiculous idea Tubbo had ever heard in his life.

"Like I said. We should look into it."

"Tommy, two people died."

"I know. And a monster did it. Are you with me or not?"

Obviously not, Tubbo wanted to yell, but he couldn't help his mind from drifting back to what he'd seen. What they'd both seen. Truth be told, he could almost believe it.

Or

Tubbo moved to a new town with his father hoping for the best in his new life. Instead, he found himself caught right in the middle of a murder case, investigating with his new friend, Tommy, into what they believed was a monster. What they end up discovering along the way isn't exactly what they're looking for.

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[elytrafemme]

Title: cough syrup

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Relationship: Ranboo & Tubbo, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Sleepy Boys Inc. & Tubbo, Nihachu & Ranboo, Tubbo & Quackity, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Quackity/Schlatt

Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, Quackity, Philza, Schlatt, Dream

Chapters: 31/45

Chapter Title: XXXI - and i could see myself never fully recovering

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Tubbo gets a ride from a half-friend, half-brother, half-parent, half-stranger. Similarly, their conversation is left half-finished as Tubbo is finally forced to face the past seventeen years of his life.

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much like Tubbo, Ranboo, Tom Simons, and c!Quackity on this fine September 10th: 

cough syrup is BACK, baby!

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[wormsinsdirt]

I made tommy into dsfragon half crab read if boraed 164 words

[captain-coelacanth]

Mcyt goes Ghost Hunting

This is for the people that followed for this and then got totally abandoned. Sorry?

Some hc's of how various groups would do with ghost hunting.

Warnings: ghosts (sort of), fear (on the part of the characters), language

BENCHTRIO

Ranboo is unafraid

Tubbo isn't too scared, until the EMF reader starts buzzing

Then he's scared shitless

Tommy isn't worried until the spirit box starts talking to him

Tommy will show little fear, though, and play the 'macho man' role the entire time

As soon as paranormal stuff starts happening, Tommy and Tubbo will go find a place to hide

Ranboo will calmly keep doing whatever he was doing

And THEN he'll go looking for them

'Why are you two so scared, you look like you've seen a ghost'

Which will earn him a shoulder punch from Tommy

If they do somehow manage to find concrete evidence of a ghost, Tubbo WILL just curl up in a ball on the floor and refuse to get up

Which will cause Ranboo to pick him up and move him outside

Yeah, it'd be pure chaos

DREAMNOTFOUND

Will start out trying to speedrun

But will quickly degrade into George being scared of the most random things and Dream attempting and failing to calm him down

'George, it's just a coat rack, calm down'

'Dream, there was somebody over there I swear'

'Nope, it was just the coat rack'

Many Gogy screams

Dream does most of the work, and even though it freaks him out, he stays forcedly calm

End up taking an hour or two, much longer than expected

Mostly because they both keep getting distracted by stuff

Dream has to forcibly drag George back into the house if they go out for a moment

Would be interesting to say the least

FLOWER HUSBANDS

Scott would be both the terrified onlooker and the concentrated leader

Is pretty much the only sensible one to work with

Which is fortunate for Jimmy, because he is scared out of his mind

Will help, but only when nothing interesting is happening

Scott, meanwhile, is using the EMF reader and spirit box like a professional

While also attempting to keep Jimmy calm

Man truly is a miracle worker

Definitely the most efficient team, mostly because it’s the only group where both people are working towards the end goal

Let me know if you want a part two!

[serashalala]

Cold feet and clear eyes

Ranboo can read minds. That poses to be both an advantage and disadvantage sometimes, but Ranboo's already got too many problems to find a good balance on that.

Prompt: au where MC, due to certain events can now hear the thoughts of everyone around them.

Includes:

A lot of Ranboo, awkward boo, miscommunication, mindreading, benchtrio, fluff, misunderstandings (ironically), MICHAEL, michael FLUFF, michael_beloved, a lot of awes have been farmed

Read on AO3

[angelsandarsenic]

Chapter four of Ghosts in my Closet is out now!

It was one of my favorites, go check it out!

[poraphia]

"A Dancing Rockstar."

➵ PAIRING! cc!lvjy!wilbur x cc!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.8.23 | 1978 words

➵ CONTAINING! party with the qsmp members, brief mention of FitMC and JaidenAnimations, Tubbo being a drunk wingman, reader and wilbur are drunkk, dancing :o

➵ SAYING! hihi guess who tryna get back into writing! I started on this fic like.. a while ago but since this prompt one the poll here it is :))! hope yall enjoy and sorry i been leaving yall hanging i love yall mwa mwa

My masterlist :)

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I wasn’t much for parties, but if you passed me a couple shots of vodka and some damn good music then maybe I could get down to a song or two.

The party was getting loud and heavy. Bodies were sloshing around the dance floor, music rumbled the whole room, and silhouettes could only be defined in blue and pink. I sat on the couch, clutching my glass as I watched my friends dance while laughing and holding each other close. It was interesting watching from afar— seeing these people I had only met months prior in a Minecraft server now here and present before me having the time of their lives.

It was safe to say I knew most of the people here— it is a QSMP party plus some guests after all. I’d like to think I’ve talked to every single member there is to the server, whether they would be frequently active or log in every once in a while, but there was someone in this party I was dying to get to know. Though he only logged in for at max a month, he had a daughter, posed as a son under Phil, and even had some sort of gay romance with Quackity.

You know who I’m talking about.

The myth.

The legend.

“—Wilbur! Pass me another glass, would you?”

Yup. William fucking Gold.

He was here by convenience. Lovejoy was in the city for his worldwide tour and it just so happen that the stars aligned for him (and maybe a bit in my favor too) to be here.

I constantly glanced at him— He stood there next to the bar area and never really left that specific spot. His shoulder was pressed against the pillar wall while his other arm held his red solo cup. Every so often one of his friends would come up to him and spark up a conversation before retreating with other friends. Not Wilbur though. He remained firm in his position at all times, and his eyes would sometimes lurk amongst the dancing bodies. Maybe he was looking for an excuse to join in, but never really found his little reason.

I felt the weight of the sofa shift as someone took their seat next to me. It was Tubbo, who looked wasted, but had some sort of consciousness in him still. His arms sprawled out as he sunk into the cushions, letting out a loud sigh.

“Whewww! I am so… Dizzy…” He exhaled. I rolled my eyes before turning my direction toward him.

“That’s sorta your fault for drinking so much.” I commented. He puffed out his cheeks while squinting at me.

“Psh, I’m a big man now. I know what I’m doing.” He scoffed. “How about you? Doesn’t look like you’re doing much. You’re usually my party buddy here!” He exclaimed, sitting up.

I sighed. “I mean yeah. I guess I’m just a little buzzed.” I shrugged, my gaze leading itself back to Wilbur. His long limb wrapped around the pillar and his cup was now placed on a surface. His mind was occupied with the phone he was clutching in his hand. My head tilted a little at the sight and without realizing, a little smile was forming on my face. This sparked Tubbo’s curiosity.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking at..—” Before Tubbo could say anything else, I whipped my head around, causing him to nearly choke laughing. “NO WAY—! ARE YOU CRUSHING ON—?”

“BE QUIET! “I squealed. I jumped toward him and put him in a headlock while using my other hand to cover his mouth as I muffled his obnoxious laughter.

“Dude, shut up! It’s not that big of a deal—” Tubbo broke out of my grasp, sitting up and staring at me.

“Alright, so if it’s not that big of a deaaaal—” without a second to spare, he raced off of the couch and darted towards Wilbur, becoming a near foggy vision under the LED lights. My heart skipped a beat as I desperately stumbled after him. I burst through the dancing crowd, nearly slipping because of the sleek tile floor.

“TUBBO YOU BITCH!” I screamed. But it was too late. By the time I yanked the boy by the shoulder, he was already grinning sinisterly at the sight of Wilbur’s flustered expression. I pushed Tubbo aside, now putting me in the position where I was right in front of the man.

“Uh…” I croaked out. A part of me wanted to just crawl into a hole and die at this point.

Wilbur chuckled, leaning his head against the pillar while smiling down at me.

“Hey there. So uh.. What was Tubbo talking about..?” he asked, slightly side eyeing Tubbo, who was losing his shit laughing while clutching Fit.

“D-don't mind him! He was just kidding haha!” I tried to nervously laugh it off, but under the dancing lights I was a heated red mess. I glanced behind him, realizing there were spare cups and glasses of alcohol. Without thinking, I moved past him and swiftly poured my own shot before frantically gulping it down.

The alcohol burned my throat, but luckily it was quick to loosen me up. I whipped my head back to Wilbur, who had a mixed expression of shocked amusement.

“Wanna dance?” I quickly offered, holding out my hand. I knew I wasn’t thinking this true, but what else could I say to break the ice?

“I.. Uh.. sure..—?! Ah—!” without letting him get another word out, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor while occasionally bumping into the large groups of people. Some even took a double take at the sight of me dragging Wil.

Holy shit, this is so embarrassing. I thought. But I was far too gone to pull away. I turned around to face him now, bobbing a little bit to the music. He looked down at me, and with the red to his cheeks and the blue light shining down on him, his face was a sweet purple. The sight tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt my knees going weak.

If anything, I needed another shot. I turned to Tubbo, who was watching us with Jaiden and Fit. With my hand, I held up my thumb and pinky and held it close to my lips, indicating that I needed a drink. I watched as Tubbo ran off, leaving Fit and Jaiden confused. Chuckling a little bit, I turned back around to look at Wilbur.

He was sort of bobbing around, moving to the beat of the music. It was obvious that both of us weren’t completely feeling it, but all I needed was one shot and maybe I could help him start feeling the vibe. I watched as his lanky arms swayed from side to side.

I smiled a little. “Not much of a dancer?” I asked. Bashfully, he shook his head no. As if on queue, Tubbo ran up behind me, shoving a plastic cup into my grasp. Turning away from Wilbur, I brought the brim to my lips and chugged down the rugged taste. The alcohol rushed through my throat and into my nerves like poison, but I was back into the game. I shoved the cup back into Tubbo’s grasp and whispered him a quick thank you.

As if on instinct, my hands were on Wilbur’s hips, making him yelp in surprise. I picked up our pace, swaying to the beat of the music. Wil fumbled a little, not sure what to do besides move his torso with my consistent guidance. I decided to help him out, and as our hips grooved, I moved his hands onto my hips and rested my hands on his shoulders.

“Come on, you got this.” I smirked. A spark of boldness flamed in my chest, and the look on Wilbur’s face was my gasoline. He took one of my arms and backed away a bit to twirl me in place before holding my waist with his forearm, dipping me down so that my hair touched the glowing floor.

“I-I don’t even know your name!” He chuckled.

“Well..—” He pulled me back up, but I still remained close to his face. “Call me (y/n).”

We continued to dance to the music with our bodies intertwined. His leg was in between my legs. My arm was wrapped around his neck. His hand was on my hip. Our other hands were intertwined. It felt dangerous to be so close to stranger like this, but shit, did it feel right. For all hell, he could’ve been a mass murderer and I’m his next prey.. Although.. Looking into those eyes, I’m no better than a mouse falling for cheese on a trap.

“So how’d you meet Quackity?” He asked.

“Oh, we go way back to when we went to college together. He was a busy ass kid, but we bonded through those late night cramming sessions.” I chuckled. “How about you?”

“Ah, we used to do similar content like years ago on Youtube, then we got put into the same minecraft server, bonded outside of the server, and the rest is history.” He smiled. “It’s crazy seeing how far he’s come though— Y’know, creating a whole server full of people from all over the world and all.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” I laughed. “How about you? Heard you were a whole rockstar.”

“Pfff— rockstar?” He scoffed. “Don’t boost my ego now.”

“Oh, come on! You’re hardly on the server. It’s really the only explanation you have.”

“Well, yeah, I guess so—”

“Hey lovebirds!” Tubbo butted his head between me and Wilbur. “Are you guys having fun getting to know each other?” He chirped. He clasped his hands together and brought them near his cheek, giggling at the sight of us together.

I pulled away from Wilbur before playfully shoving Tubbo away. “Shut up!” I exclaimed. He only cackled in response before disappearing into the crowd yet again. Before I could chase after him, I felt a pair of hands grip the sides of my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“Come on, it’s not his fault.” Wilbur whispered in my ear, the alcohol near apparent in his voice. It took Tubbo’s outburst to make me realize we were wasted and dancing the night away with Wil equally as drunk as me. I tilted my head up and sighed, taking comfort in his wobblily smile.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah? I saw there’s a gas station near by. We can get a couple snacks and walk around the city.” I reached up, cupping his face with one of my hands.

“Hm, sounds like a plan to me.” Wilbur smiled back.

Though we spent the rest of the night with him drunkenly talking about any random historical fact his mind came up with, or the outrageous stories he had while on tour, tonight it really did found like I found someone like no other. Someone who knows how to dance with me without even knowing my name. Someone I would confide in telling my life story to. Someone I could maybe, just maybe, fall in love with.

So, did I thank a hangover 19 year boy the next morning afterward? Yes, yes I did.

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a / n ~ hope yall enjoyeddd :D reblogs, replies, notes of all kind super duper appreciated YIPPIEE

[pyxy-likes-styx]

QSMP fic authors who write qTubbo dialogue accurately, I love you. It is so funny to go from pretty, flowery sentences to "Oh my God, it's so fucking jover" and "No fucking mames." Please never stop

[sweetie-peaches]

New fic? From meee gasp

The past, the end

Summary

“Tubbo accidentally time travels

He meets some people along the way. And a strange immortal who keeps finding him no matter where he ends up(or maybe he’s finding them?) “

[1wn8ure]

won't you stay with me, my darling? (when this house don't feel like home)

Summary:

Tubbo jolts upright in a cold sweat, the eerie wailing that had filled his dreams still echoing in his mind. Flailing in the darkness, Tubbo flings an arm to the other side of the bed, feeling around for his husband’s sleeping form. His heart drops into his stomach when all he finds are empty sheets. ------ Or, nightmares and conflicting comforts. Title from Curses by The Crane Wives

Notes:

CW: Panic attacks, derealization, blood, referenced temporary main character death This takes place a couple weeks after the events of "Parasite" in the Snowchester cabin.

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

Chapter 30 after six months! Bit of a serious bit in the notes but the rest is just a fun tntduo, quirkyduo, and cabinetduo filled chapter!

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When was the last time you saw the sky? is a Tubbo-centric, dadschlatt Manberg/Pogtopia era canon-divergent fic. 30 chapters so far, with 184k words. It largely focuses on clingyduo and Tubbo and Phil’s relationship.

Summary:

The god of death was an enemy of Manberg. He was to be kept in Pandora’s Vault and never, under any circumstances, be released. Tubbo just wanted to help him. He never meant to start another war.

Or

Philza has been locked in the prison for six years after Manberg won the war to prevent him from reaching Technoblade to help the Pogtopians. Tubbo, the secretary of state, starts to feel bad for the prisoner.

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[elytrafemme]

Title: cough syrup

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Relationship: Ranboo & Tubbo, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Sleepy Boys Inc. & Tubbo, Nihachu & Ranboo, Tubbo & Quackity, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Quackity/Schlatt

Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, Quackity, Philza, Schlatt, Dream

Chapters: 29/45

Chapter Title: XXIX - i’m sorry but i’d rather be getting high than watching my family die

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Ten minutes after the new year starts, Tubbo recollects the events of his life up to this point and tries to determine what's next on the road ahead. Two people refuse to let him carry on alone.

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please reference beginning notes for context on the pacing of the next three chapters + upload schedule!

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[keirawantstocry]

that one time tubbo called pac a dilf 😵‍💫

okay wait…

young teacher tubbo and dilf pac comes to collect his son from class…..tubbos got such a crush on him and maybe he asks pac to stay back to talk about richas’s behaviour but it turns into something else….

you've come to the right person (guy who is obsessed with pacbo)

Tubbo wasn't quite sure how he ended up with this job. He had never in any of his years considered being a teacher of any sort. But after he adopted his daughter, he needed a second job. Mechanics weren't paying him enough. Luckily there was a daycare nearby that was hiring. It was a more difficult process than he had expected, much like the adoption. But he got it. 

His daughter stayed with her “other father”. Tom's name was always said in a sigh like that. They were young and stupid and drunk and Tubbo didn't know what he was doing when he signed the stupid paper that Tommy had slid him across the dirty bar table. 

Tommy, and unfortunately Molly, found it hilarious. They both insisted on watching Sunny while he was at work. Thankfully Sunny loved them. Tommy would do her hair in braids. It was something they did when they were younger. Tubbo remembered sitting in fields with Tommy's older cousin braiding his long hair. 

As soon as Tommy saw Sunny's thick 3C curls, he stayed up two nights in a row researching and watching video after video of how to do cornrows and other braids in her hair. 

Molly often sent him videos while he was at work on Sunny prattling on while Tommy listened intently, braiding her hair as best he could. As much as Tubbo joked about divorce and threatened, he was glad to have two people he loved watching his child and caring for them so well. 

He closed his laptop with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. He was the last one there, his co worker had to leave because she had to pick up her own child but they needed someone to watch the singular child whose parents were incredibly late. 

Opening his eyes, Tubbo stared down the young boy in front of him. 

He was a Latino boy, probably around 7 or 8 with an oversized yellow jersey that he wore every single day. He was staring at Tubbo with large brown eyes. It was almost unnerving but he was a cute, decently well mannered child. 

Tubbo remembered the day he joined the daycare. A man with shoulder length brown hair and a singular white streak through it brought him in and explained how the boy had been born without part of his leg but was still very capable of movement with the prosthetic his Pai had made him. 

The owner of the daycare had nodded, assuring the man over and over that his child would be well cared for and that they would make sure the other children didn't say anything nasty as children tended to do. 

Richas, Tubbo remembered, as he continued to stare down the boy. His name was Richas. 

“Hello,” he said. 

The boy grinned. “Ola!” 

Tubbo laughed at his enthusiasm before picking up his phone to attempt to call the boy's parents once again. It rang and rang, like it had three times before click. 

“Holy shit, we are so sorry. Our schedule got all mixed up and we didn't know who was supposed to pick him up today. Fuck!” 

“Hey, hey,” Tubbo said calmly. “It's okay. I'm here with him. Get here whenever you can.” 

The voice on the phone that Tubbo didn't recognize took a few deep breaths. “Sim, sim, of course. Peqi is on his way already. He should be there any minute.” 

Tubbo smiled at Richas who bounced up and down excitedly, trying to climb up the front of the desk to reach the phone. “Sounds good, Mr…?” 

The voice laughed. “Just call me Mike yeah?” 

Richas made the saddest noise possible and Tubbo's heart melted. “Wait, before you go, I think he wants to talk to you.” 

He removed the phone from the side of his ear and carefully handed it to the boy who cradled it with both hands and held it up to his mouth. “OI, PAI.” 

Mike's voice came through quietly. “Oi, Richas. Você está sendo bom?” 

“Sim, sim,” the boy sang happily. “Eu sou bom.” 

“Bom menino. Pai Pac will be there soon okay?” 

“Okay, okay.” 

“Eu te amo.” 

“Eu também te amo.” 

The phone clicked, ending the call and Richas handed it back to Tubbo with a smile. Not even five seconds after the phone was back in his hand, the door slammed open. Standing in the now open doorway was a frazzled and incredibly attractive man. 

Richas ran over, bounding easily into his arms. 

“Richarlyson!” the man cooed, swinging him back and forth in his arms. He met Tubbo's eyes over his son's head. ‘Thank you’ he mouthed. 

Tubbo was almost too stunned to nod but he managed to as Richas's father slowly lowered him to the ground to step over to Tubbo. 

“I have to sign him out, yes?” 

Tubbo nodded, still speechless. He cleared his throat and slid the sign-out sheet across the desk. “Yeah, uh, yeah.” 

The man, Pac, from the signs of his scribbled signature, smiled blindingly at him, his son clinging to his leg. 

Tubbo noticed at that moment that Pac had a near identical prosthetic to his son. “You match,” he said before mentally slapping himself. You don't just fucking point out a man's prosthetic, no fucking wonder you're still married to Tommy. 

But Pac just laughed softly. “We do,” he said softly, rubbing the top of Richas's head. “He is very clearly my son.” 

“Are you his biological father?” Tubbo asked. Holy fucking shit, shut up you fucking idiot. He is so tired of you already, why are you asking so many questions? 

Pac just laughed softly again and the twist in Tubbo's chest felt like falling off a cliff. “Sim, yes, I am. I was the one who gave birth to him.” 

Tubbo stopped himself from asking any questions about that. He knew better than that at least. “That's really cool.” He tried a smile and felt so awkward. 

“Thank you,” Pac said. “And thank you for watching him past time. I know you probably have places to be.” 

Tubbo brushed him off with a wave of his hand. “Oh don't worry about it. My daughter is more than happy to spend more of their time with her ‘other father’.” Out of instinct, he raised his hands and made quotation marks with his hands. 

Pac raised an eyebrow curiously. 

Tubbo flushed. “A, uh, friend of mine. We got drunk married and now my daughter considers him her other father.”

Pac laughed. “No spouse of your own then? One that you're in love with anyway?” 

Tubbo flushed darker. “Ah, no. Just my husband and his girlfriend.” 

“Mmm,” Pac said, leaning over on the desk. “Good to know.” 

Tubbo froze in his spot as Pac's eyes, big and brown just like his son's, stared into his soul. He gulped before clearing his throat. “Yeah, uhmm, yeah.” The heat of his face was nearly unbearable. 

Richas gently smacked his dad on the leg. “Oi, stop that.” 

Pac leaned back, holding his hands up with an innocent expression. “What?? What?” 

The little boy glared at him with no heat. “Pai Mike told you to stop that.” 

“Well, Mikey isn't here right now is he? And he also has no control over my life.” Pac turned back to Tubbo and grabbed the pen again. He motioned towards Tubbo's arm which he held out willingly. 

Quickly the man scribbled a number onto his arm, his grip strong and warm. Tubbo felt dizzy. 

Pac dropped the pen with a smile and a wink before grabbing his son's hand. “Call me yeah?” 

Tubbo stared in disbelief, red as a beet. “...yeah,” he said softly as Pav happily bounded out the door, his son berating him in Portuguese. 

“Tommy,” he said softly when he got home, holding up his arm. “I think I got hit on.”

[hyffae]

what if tubbo comes back from purgatory 2 after his birthday. what if sunny cries in his arms and then brings him to the picnic area apologising that its late. what if tubbo stares at the letters from everyone and finds one from fred. what if he sits there and silently reads them and starts crying.