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keirawantstocry · 7 months ago

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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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