#Fitpac never made up

[fugaciousgloom]

They can’t just kill off half the server like that,,,,

Right?

Right???

[fitpacs]

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[scheepstep]

i hope q knows that even though qsmp has brought so much pain to people and even him (fuck you people who went to his actual real-life house i hope you get sued) and even though some people are leaving right now, i really hope he knows that he made something truly beautiful, you know?

the fact that phil is thinking of putting a translator on his streams shows that. the fact that he, roier, foolish, and baghs got to participate in ordem paranormal shows that. the fact that ships like fitpac, spiderbit and pissa even exist shows that. the fact that there has been a huge spike in people signing up for the duolingo portgues course shows that. the fact that he won the streamer of the year award shows that.

qsmp has achieved so much and even if it wasn't being managed behind the scenes the way it should've been, it still brought so many people happiness, it's shown me so so many talented creators that i would've NEVER even known of, it's inspired me to learn spanish just so i can watch him and roier, it made pick up the pen again after 5 years and just create.

i know people have already started to harass q bc of the eggs leaving, but i really hope he knows it's not his fault, yes he should've been more involved in the team, yes he fucked up BIG TIME by not checking up on the staff, but he tried his best to fix it. he did his best and even if his choices may have not been the best ones, he really tried and i think that's what matters the most.

if there is one thing i would say to q it would be: thank you for making qsmp. no matter what ppl say on twt, without you it would've never exist in the first place. thank you quackity and thank you admins <3

i hope he'll have a good time playing Rust (he'll be on the same team as foolish so that's a fucking win in my foolkity heart <3)

There's nothing I can even add to this :) You took the words out of my mouth

[boytoyhalo]

Can you give me your fitpac headcanons to make me feel better after whatever the fuck Bad's stream was today. I am so unwell...

absolutely i can!!! let's see here hmm

pac likes to sleep/cuddle with fit sprawled out directly on top of him, like actively crushing him, because the deep pressure makes him feel safe (i think I said this in a different post but accidentally switched the names around, tho tbh i could see this being true both ways so maybe they take turns)

pac's ring markings glow bright blue when he's flustered or startled (see my blue ringed octopus hybrid pac headcanon) fit discovered this for the first time with the "how you doin big daddy" incident and since then fit has been going out of his way to sneak up on pac to make it happen because he thinks it's cute, this is also part of why he's gotten more confident with his flirting

fit would never say it out loud (partially because it would embarass him and mostly because he knows it would embarass pac) but he actually capital l Loves it when pac says his name with the "-tch" sound at the end. he thinks about it more than he shoud probably

this is less of a headcanon and more a writing prompt or like. a scenario that i think would happen but i think that at some point they'd be goofing around and threatening each other over whose a better fighter (they both think its each other but theyre arguing for themselves. for the bit) and fit would take off his prosthetic arm to hold it in his other hand and point it at pac like a sword and pac would be all oh yeah i can do that too and try to take off his leg standing up and would of course immediately overbalance and fall and fit would rush to check if he's ok while laughing his ass off and pac would use the leg to knock his legs out from under him so they would both be on the ground laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. and then fit would make a stupid pun about pac "not having a leg to stand on in this argument"

speaking of prosthetic's pac normally likes to keep his metal leg covered but the first time fit gets a proper look at it he's like woah your prosthetic looks so cooler and sleek and high tech i wish mine was like that and pac preens because he made it himself (ok it was him and mike but thats practically the same thing) and after that pac starts wearing his right pant leg rolled up (fit is only half of the reason, the other half is that it makes richarlyson feel better about his own leg but this is a fitpac post)

they both Really Like watching each other fight, hence the dungeon dates, but their favorite part is after all the mobs are cleared when they're cleaning their weapons and sorting through loot and just sitting quietly together basking in the shared victory and adrenaline and praising and complimenting each other for a fight well done

fit is aroacespec (he can count the amount of people he's been actually attracted to on one hand) and between that and his trust-no-one 2b2t background he's pretty inexperienced with most relationship related things, so pac is a lot of firsts for him. Pac not-so-secretly loves this because he's possessive and likes that no one else gets the type of attention he does from fit

fit starts wearing his glasses more often when he's not expecting combat or some other situation that will make them too inconvenient because pac says he looks cute in them

pac likes to make fit carry him on his back because 1. he likes the contact and 2. its fun to feel tall. the first time this happens it's because pac's metal leg takes a hit during a battle and is basically useless til he can repair it, so fit carries him back to chume labs out of necessity. After that pac usually makes up an excuse or plays up any hits he take so fit will do it again, except he's really bad at lying so fit knows what he's doing but he doesn't mind so he doesn't call him out on it

pac's hair looks really soft and fit realllly wants to run his hands through it but he's way too awkward to ask because that feels like a line being crossed and whenever pac runs his own hands through it fit just stares like a total weirdo which tubbo and phil both make fun of him for but somehow even then pac doesnt seem to notice. it takes him a long ass time to mention it to pac who he then finds out really likes having his hair played with and has been wanting fit to do it for forever but has also felt too awkward to ask. and then they laugh at themselves for being dumbasses (and then when they kiss for the first time and every time after that fit's flesh hand immediately goes up to his hair)

fit mentions that when he gets overstimulated sometimes its too much effort to remember to take his hearing aids out so pac asks if he can borrow them for a little bit and gives them back to fit with a new noise cancelling feature, and fit has to stop himself from literally proposing marriage right then and there. He settles for just cleaning chume labs top to bottom and leaving some chocolate and an embarassingly sappy thank you note that would read as a straight up love confession to anyone outside of him and pac's oblivious-but-also-not-oblivious slowburn-but-not-slowburn bubble

sometimes if pac is tired but cant get to sleep he'll go find fit and ask him to just talk at him for a bit because his voice is relaxing and if he falls asleep with his head on fit's shoulder or in his lap fit will sit as still as a rock for hours to not wake him up

ok ok you got me rambling this post is way too long now and most of these can barely count as headcanons but yippeeee i hope u like them!!!! everything will be ok we will have our morning crew and fitpac content back soon i promise

[isa-ghost]

*breaks down ur door* ramon n phil hcs perhaps?

YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Phil headcanons masterlist

If Ramon knew where Phil was from, he'd desperately want to see the Hardcore World builds (not that Phil canonically built them), and all of Phil's farms (now those he DID build).

If Phil knew Create it'd be fucking OVER for the Federation, with his and Ramon's powers combined and the additional insanity that Tubbo and Pierre can bring? SHEESH.

Of the OG eggs that aren't his own, Ramon is Phil's favorite, but he'll never say that.

Hot take but (before Fitpac was anywhere near close to being a thing), Phil was the one standing in Spreen's place. At least early on, with how often he & Chayanne would join Ramon & Fit on adventures.

Ramon's death on that airship was the first moment it REALLY struck Phil that the eggs can die. Like that's a reality, not just a scary unlikelihood or something. It can and will happen in the blink of an eye.

Phil absolutely adores the way Ramon became such a fierce protector of the other eggs, especially his sisters. It's always touched him how adamantly Ramon fights to give his siblings the most normal childhood they can. He just wishes the lil guy would acknowledge he deserves that too.

Actually on that note I could write a whole ass analysis of how Phil and Ramon can sometimes think/operate similarly, but I'd have to binge a bunch of Ramon moments to get enough material. But like. Do you see my vision? With the way they're both self-sacrificial to sometimes detrimental degrees?

Present day, one of the memories that gives Phil the most bittersweet nostalgia for the "good days" on the Island are the ones where he & Chayanne and Fit & Ramon would be wandering the savannas just exploring and looting random shit. It was nerve-wracking, yeah. Every adventure with the eggs was, this is Mr. Hardcore we're talking about here. But there's something so special about the banter with Fit while they watched Chayanne & Ramon demolish whatever mobs they encountered.

Speaking of demolishing mobs, there is something so inexplicably and unreasonably funny to Phil about watching Ramon (or Dapper or Pomme for that matter) absolutely STACKED in a suit of armor or carrying some massive fuckoff weapon when he is just the littlest guy 🤏🏻🤏🏻 Like the absurdity of this funky lil orb creature with obnoxiously chunky armor and the world's bulkiest weapon is just Comedy Gold to Phil.

Although Phil only ever knew surface level stuff (if that), if he ever heard the extent of how ride or die Ramon was with Fit & his secrets about Whatever (data collection, Madagio, etc), it'd give Phil a whole new level of admiration for him.

Bird brain mimicry sometimes made Phil say "Ramon" with a (badly, Britishly) rolled R the way Fit always would.

He wishes the eggs were around for the whole Maze thing because he guarantees Ramon would've found some kinda way to either Create his way to a solution or brute forced it. That kid would've 100% cracked the code to that stupid fucking Maze.

Phil always loved the way Ramon was so observant. That kid would notice details of things or traits of certain people that nobody else would. Not only did it give him a special layer of thoughtfulness to put into the things he did for & gave to other people, but it's a valuable skill to have as a survivalist.

I can't believe I only just now thought if this one but Phil absolutely fucking TREASURES the way Ramon softened Fit up. He's always known Fit as this rugged, mysterious wild card with a dangerous streak, which– Don't get Phil wrong, he was & is down bad for it. But to see something finally put some long-term genuine warmth in those eyes and a smile lacking malice on that face? And for that something to be a brilliant, silly little kid that radiates the same kind of energy as Fit himself? Priceless.

If there was any egg Phil would consider capable of fending for themselves, it'd be Ramon. Ideally, no egg would ever have to. At least not forever. But if he had to name one he thinks could survive alone? Yeah, Ramon. And not just because he's the son of a 2B2T veteran.

[rainbowchaox]

Continuing on Fairytale Au (Primarily involving Knight Missa and Fae Phil)

1) Chayanne doesn’t have a mother. The plot twist will be that he is a changeling child Missa decided was his son. Missa knows this but let rumors spread that the mother left him or he had Chayanne out of wed lock. He loves Chayanne so much. Even if as a Fae child he is very much mischievous.

2) Tallulah meanwhile is the fae child Phil took under his wing as she is way too curious about humans for her own good. She eventually grows to love Missa as her father. She is sorta like a nature spirit for the poppy flower.

3) Not connected to the main story but I like to imagine Cellbit and Roier have a similar story to like the crane wife. Excerpt Roier was just a spider that asked BadBoyHalo (he is pretty much a more cute version of rumplestilkin) to be human to be with Cellbit. Roier is the best seamster in the land. Missa is good friends with Roier but also doesn’t know he is a spider.

4) Fitpac on the other hand I like to imagine it’s a parody on a princess being trapped in a castle guarded by a dragon. Pac is said unwanted prince who DOESNT want to be saved (ESPECIALLY if in this au the evil king is his dad). And Fit in the OG kingdom best knight that have been secretly working on a rebellion after Missa was sent away on a death mission. And he comes to save Pac. Mike is the half dragon guard. And both run away from the castle once all realize what is going on.

5) Bad is fully the rumpleskilskin of the AU. He is mischievous and a bit mean. He is a demon that makes heroes and heroines do impossible tasks. Example he tasked Missa to empty out a lake with just a spoon (luckily Phil helped him). Phil made a smaller lake (practially a puddle) to empty because bad didn’t say what lake just to empty a lake. Bad can only appreciate the loophole abuse. Fae are best at words never forget. From my friends: He wakes up to a little crow chirping at him, so he follows it to a clearing with a little pool in it labeled "A Lake", a lake that he easily clears out with the spoon nearby

6) Bagina is fully just gay little mermaid. Tina is a mermaid that wants to be human. And Bagina is an adventurer mapping out new lands. (This is a happy ending though)

[sweet-potato-42]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh lets fucking gooooo the time machine HAS to be at least somewhat preplanned lore.

like he must have seen how fun people saw the deepslate chest timetravel shenanigans and planned some more story. Hoping for a goofy dr who esque story with lore and fun shit

like i bet the stream would have gone like he tried to find a way to break up fitpac and he thoguht "what if htey never got together" and thats how he started time travel but hte tubhole snow incident was a good way as well.

could also be the way his backstory is explained and it owuld be so fun.

Also so awesome there is an actual in game mechanic reason for qtubbo knowing how to time travel. like it was a natural thing that happened when he was messing around with fit so tubbo took it and made a story out of it. So cool

[wsdanon]

Some notes, and then the fic will be under the cut

firstly: this is a fitpac fic centred around not getting married \o/

secondly: this will be on ao3 eventually, but the style makes me want to add at least one more scene? maybe more. i can't think of anything right now though and the second scene got away from me and i kind of just wanted to post it now. so tumblr only, and soon ao3

reblogs appreciated \o/ hope you enjoy \o/

Mike is thinking hard about something. But he’s keeping it carefully away from Pac which is never a good sign. 

“What kind of flowers do you want at your wedding?”

Pac abruptly comes to a stop. 

“Mike!” Pac pushes Mike and he stumbles a little, laughing. “I’m not getting married!”

“Yes you are. To Fit, right?”

“No! No, we’re—we’re not, okay?” Pac huffs. “I would, like—I’d think you’d understand it—since you’re aro, you know?”

Never mind that Mike is also married. It’s to a Goddess, so it’s a weird, complicated relationship, right? 

Not that Pac thinks his relationship with Fit is weird or complicated, but… it’s not what people would assume, is all. Lots of people assume marriage is the end game to a relationship like theirs. Pac doesn’t agree. He really doesn’t think marriage means all that much. 

Marriage is like… a false sense of security. He doesn’t need Fit to tell him they’ll be together forever because… well, sometimes things don’t work out. It’s nice to hear, but formalising it feels like bad luck. And next thing they know they’ll be leaving their kids at the orphanage because…

…Well, it doesn’t really matter why. 

He doesn’t think that will happen, at least. Even if they do split up. 

“Can you stop thinking? You’re so boring, Pac.” Mike rolls his eyes. “Marriage is about the party—about the fun, you know? Call each other whatever you want, I just want to be your best man, and organise a beautiful, perfect day to celebrate your relationship.”

“I don’t think Fit would like that.” 

“Ugh.” Mike groans and lets his head fall onto Pac’s shoulder. “So boring.” 

“Maybe you and Mine are happily married together, but we don’t need all that, okay?” Pac wraps his arms around Mike and hugs him close. Sways them from side to side. “Wanna help me plan Ramón’s adoption party instead?”

“Yes!” Mike pushes himself away, pulling out a notepad. “Do you think he’d like a chocolate fountain?” 

Pac is probably going to push back on a few of his ideas—he wants to be the primary organiser for this, after all. Ramón’s his son. 

But at least it’s distracted Mike for a little bit. 

——

“Does it, um… bother you?” Fit asks cryptically. 

And Pac waits a moment for him to clarify, but he doesn’t. 

“Does what?” 

Fit huffs. He turns on his side to face Pac, the mattress creaking slightly as he moves. 

They’re pretty good at hugging, Pac would say. And leaning on each other while sitting next to each other. But they haven’t quite made it to cuddling through the night yet. 

Personally, Pac doesn’t mind. From what little he’s gleaned about 2B2T, it’s a privilege that Fit even allows him to sleep in the same bed. 

He remembers when Fit had suggested it, nervous as anything and stumbling over his words. Pac himself hadn’t been much more composed—he had never even seen Fit’s bedroom beforehand, and now Fit’s allowing him nearby while at his most vulnerable. 

It’s a lot of trust. Pac feels giddy whenever he remembers it. 

Finally, Fit works up the courage to speak again. His eyes are drifting over Pac’s face, not quite ever making eye contact. 

“I mean… you know me Pac, I’m not, uh, good at these things.” He takes a steadying breath. “But… does it bother you that, uh—that I don’t want to get married?” 

“Of course not, Fit.” Pac lets his hand rest on top of Fit’s where it lays in between them on the bed. “I don’t, uh… Like, I don’t have a good view of marriage, either, you know? Like, I’m happy for Mike and Mine, but…” he shrugs, “it’s not for me, you know?” 

“Good, uh… that’s good.” Fit laughs nervously. “You’re too good to me, Pac.”

“What, because I don’t want to get married to you?” And Pac laughs, too. “You know, most people wouldn’t say that after hearing that from their boyfriend.”

Fit twists his hand to intertwine their fingers. The smile on his face is soft, and beautiful, and Pac wants to eat him alive. 

“Yeah, well…” Fit shrugs, and lets the words hang there. Pac knows what he means, anyway. And he agrees. 

He’s never been in a relationship like this before. And he thinks that’s good. They’re good for each other in a lot of ways. While him and Mike contrast each other—filling in what the other is missing, two halves making a whole—him and Fit complement each other. 

It’s nothing Pac’s ever had before, and it’s good. It’s nice. Pac doesn’t need any more than this. 

But Fit’s frowning again, and Pac shuffles closer. Stifles the urge to reach out and smooth away the creased lines between his brows. 

“And, uh… well, I’m sorry for… going so slow.” Fit squeezes his hand, and laughs—nervous again. “I mean, uh… we haven’t even, you know, kissed.” 

“Don’t say sorry for that!” Pac would, of course, love to kiss Fit. He’d love to do a lot more with Fit, as Mike loves to complain about when Pac doesn’t block their link properly. But… “I—I like you, uh… a lot, Fitche, you know? I don’t, like—I don’t need that. Ever, if you don’t want to.” 

“I…” Fit looks down to their entwined hands—resolutely not Pac’s face. “I do, I just… Sorry, I should be better at—at saying these things to you, at least—“

“If you say sorry one more time I’m going to smother you in your sleep.” Pac declares, delighting in the way Fit laughs, his body relaxing. 

“You’re too good to me, Pac.”

Fit’s grinning now. But there’s some lingering nervousness around the edges of his expression. 

“You’re—You’re better to me than, like… than a lot of people have been.” He confesses quietly. 

A lot of his relationships have burned like kindling—bright, but quickly extinguished without anything to latch onto. This is a nice change of pace. 

“I’m—Well, not glad, but—“

“It’s okay, I get it.” 

“You deserve good things, Pac.” Fit says—entirely seriously with no hint of a joke whatsoever. 

“You—You—“

And, really, Pac should‘ve been surprised his composure lasted this long. Warmth springs to life on his face, and he ducks under the covers as his tongue becomes unable to form words. 

He can hear Fit laughing. And he thinks if Mike wasn’t already asleep, he’d be laughing, too. 

Tentatively, Pac pokes his head out from underneath the covers. 

“And you—you, uh… you deserve, like, to not get married. If you don’t want to, you know?” 

“Thanks, Pac.” 

He’s so beautiful when he smiles like this—unrestrained, his face crinkling with it. Pac could stare at him forever. 

“Go—Go to sleep.” Pac huffs, drawing his hand away. “Before I—before you kill me.” 

“Okay, okay.” Fit laughs. “We wouldn’t want that, huh?”

“Yeah.” Pac nods, and deepens his voice. “I have to kill you.” 

“Looking forward to it.” 

Then Fit’s smile drops slightly—hesitation crawling onto his face as he reaches his hand out to grab Pac’s again. 

Pac hums happily, and pulls his hand up so he can press a kiss to it. 

The way Fit stares at him—something like awe in his expression—has Pac’s cheeks heating up again.

“Goodnight, Fit.” 

“Good—uh, boa noite.” Fit squeezes his hand. “Did I say that right?”

Pac loves him. Utterly, and completely. 

“Yes.” He smiles. “Boa noite.”

----

hope you guys enjoyed that \o/ fitpac's relationship development means a lot to me as an aroace person. and i know they aren't particularly going for an aspec interpretation, but the fact they haven't immediately jumped into typical romantic gestures after getting together like kissing means a lot to me \o/

[sparklysparklingsparkles]

That conversation made me happy (fitpac 🤗), then sad (frubbo 😭) and then happy again (FITPAC 🤗)

also please just confess already, PLEASE

[full transcription:

Pac: "You know, there's like uh.. a tradition in Christmas when you place a- a kinda like specific sign or a banner? I don't know how it works. And you have to kiss, right, when you are underneath of it. I don't know how it works, right. You know-"

Fit: "Oh yeah, in- in english it's called a mistletoe."

Pac: "Mistletoe, yeah! We can do a mistletoe here to help uh Tubbo, you know. He's always in a tough situation with Fred."

Fit: "Yeah!"

Pac: "Maybe that can help him!"

Fit: "Maybe."

Pac: "Yeah!"

Fit: "I think that's a good idea, that's a good idea!"

Pac: "Yeah nice!"

Fit: "Yeah yeah yeah."

Pac: "Okay, but watch out for the mistletoe, Fit, you know!"

Fit: "Oh, oh yeah, why should i watch out, Pac?"

Pac: "Yeah you know, watch out like- don't step to close to it."

Fit: "Oh yeah, we woul- we wouldn't want that!"

Pac: "Yeah! ... I'm afraid to place it. I'm afraid to place it now, Fit! I'm afraid to place it!"

both laugh

Pac, deep voice: "I'm afraid to do it." ... You know, but that's to help Tubbo, you know. He's always in a tough situation with Fred-"

Fit: "Yeahh!"

Pac: "Maybe that's the little push he needed, right? Cause they did the thing with the.. in the spawn with Bad and Forever, right.

Fit: "Yeah!"

Pac: "Tubbo also deserves, you know.."

Fit: "I-i- I agree, i agree. Uhm. But yeah, we- i mean, we definitely.. you know, eventually we can't forget to.. come back and take this down, you know!"

Pac: "Yeah!"

Fit: "Like eventually, like cause we have to clean up the decorations at some point, right?"

Pac: "Yeah, right!"

Fit: "So like, we have to come back here eventually!"

Pac: "Eventually, yeah! Maybe sunday or maybe never! Mayve never! You know."

Fit laughs

Pac, whispers: "Maybe never. Maybe we just leave it there! And forget about it!"

Fit: "Ye- Oh man!"]

[miscellaneoussmp]

My love letter to qsmp and qsmpblr.

I saw other people doing this, so I might as well too!!!! I like the positivity of it all!!!

My story with qsmp is kind of a sad one, so sorry, but warning for the death of a loved one is mentioned in the second paragraph.

Originally, I was very excited about qsmp from the day it was announced. Quackity had been one of my favorite content creators for years at that point. Although, the day it started, I was on vacation with my mom and grandma for my little sibling's birthday. I didn't have time to watch day 1, so I just didn't get into it. I got updates through a friend of mine (Hi Warren!!!) meaning I had some idea of what was going on. Plus, I watched clips here and there. (Also, fun fact!!! I voted in the elections for Bad even though I didn't know what was going on!!)

Okay, here's the sad part. In early July of 2023, my grandfather on my mom's side died. It sucked. I was closer with him when I was little, so I didn't know what to feel. It hurts, I think. Everything about that situation sucked, from getting there to the mess that is my big ass family. Though on my last night there, I was thinking about the qsmp for whatever reason. I decided that I wanted to get into it there and then. I sat in the airport waiting to get on an airplane to go home watching qsmp compilations to get caught up. It was amazing. I felt better, just a bit.

I made my first post with the qsmp tag on July 13th, 2023, and y'all have been stuck with my ass ever since.

Now!!! It's time to shout out the lovely people of qsmpblr!!! (Under the cut cause I think this is getting long)

@kadextra Kade!!!! You're the first person I ever followed in qsmpblr and the person who inspired me to keep writing. I can never ever thank you enough for that. Your art is wonderful!!! Please keep creating!!!

@disfrutalakia Kia!!!!! You literally mean the world to me!!!! You were my full introduction to the Brazilians of the server, and I can't thank you enough for that!!! You say my characterization of Pac and Mike is amazing? Well, I couldn't have done it without you!!! Also, thanks for letting me live in your inbox for literal months!!!

@thesmpisonfire Des!!!! Hi bestie!!!! Before we were friends, whenever you were in my notes, I would get so excited!!! I thought you were the coolest person and still do!! Thank you for letting me ramble to you endlessly!!! I love everything we've made together!!!

@ultra-raging-ghost Ghost!!!! King!!!! The beloved ghostie on my dash!!!! And my beloved coauthor of Freaks and Their Tapes!!!! There's a lot I couldn't do without you!!! Thank you for being an amazing friend!!!!! Love you /p <3!!!!

@factorialsotherfandoms Factorial!!!! Beloved!!!! You're an amazing writer and kind friend!!!! I think about your fics all the time!!!! Please keep writing forever and ever!!!!! Please!!!

@iridescentpull Aynée!!!!! My fellow demigod Pac enjoyer!!!!!! I literally screamed when I saw we became mutuals!!!! You're so fucking cool and your writing is amazing!!!! I created demigod Pac content for us only tbh!!!!

@fitpacs Tumblr user fitpacs!!!!! The light on my dash!!! Please keep being so bright!!! I love seeing whatever you post!!!!!

@wsdanon wsd!!!!! The #1 Felps writer in my eyes!!!!! Your writing is beautiful, and characterization is everything!!!!! Adore seeing you on my dash!!! Please keep being you!!!!!

And to any mutuals, anyone in my notes, or just in the community in general!!!! This place would be nothing without y'all!!!!!

Thanks again!!!!!

- Misc, the most annoying qsmp blog ever <3

[iridescentpull]

Day three of Hideduo/FitPac Kiss Week – Small Peck & Hunter/Vampire AU

[ ao3 link here ] [ fic below cut! ]

Pac hums, watching from where he can see Fit slowly arrive at the mansion. 

This song and dance has been going on for a while now. Pac is not sure how long, but he does know that this has been the only thing making him look forward to for the centuries he’d been alive. The vampire hunter was so intriguing, so mysterious, and Pac was eager to uncover everything about him.

The vampire watched as the hunter reached the main entrance of the mansion, crossbow in hand, and took a deep breath before opening the door. He was greeted by the usual silence, with the occasional sound of water dripping, but no vampire.

It’s the same old routine. Fit walks into the large estate, looks around, eventually finds Pac in one of the dozens of rooms, fights him, and Pac manages to win or get away. The hunter’s attempts never changed, even after all the years of fighting, and Pac would always end up winning and frustrating the hunter.

It was like an unspoken game between the two. No one ever said anything, but it was obvious they were both enjoying it. They both enjoyed each other’s company, even if it was through combat.

Fit was quick to enter the mansion, looking around, listening carefully for any signs of life. The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the house, making the hunter a little anxious, but he pushed those feelings aside.

“You know, you’ve gotten pretty good at sneaking around.” Pac’s voice came from the left side of the foyer room, causing Fit to tense. The male looked over to the vampire who sat on a red velvet couch in the ballroom, his long legs crossed. Today he was wearing a silk, white shirt with ruffles along the bottom and blue designs, his dark hair a bit disheveled, but still looking elegant. His blue skin shone, which made his red eyes stand out more than usual.

Fit snorted. “And you’ve gotten a little less subtle.” Fit said, putting a hand on his hip.

The vampire giggled, shaking a hand. “You flatter me, Fitchi.”

Rolling his eyes with a hint of desperation, Fit didn’t say anything in response. He looked around, trying to find a way to approach the situation. This was odd, usually Pac would put in the effort to hide, not just sit and wait for him.

“So, how’s the weather outside?” Pac asked, trying to make small talk. He raised his legs to tuck them underneath himself, sitting in a more comfortable position.

The hunter raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking?” He asked, narrowing his eyes and aiming his crossbow at the vampire’s head.

Pac shrugged. “I’m just making conversation.” He said, propping his head on top of his hand as he gazed at Fit. “Also, it’s kinda hard to see the weather when you’re a vampire– y’know, burning in the sun and stuff.”

“Hm.” Fit hummed, putting the crossbow down. “It’s a little cloudy today, might rain today but not too sure yet.”

A small smile formed on the vampire’s lips, and he nodded. "Seems fun." He says, his gaze softening. Pac felt a little strange talking about such mundane things, but he wasn’t against it. The vampire enjoyed any moment he had to talk to the hunter. “Fitch, can I ask something?” Pac asks, tilting his head to the side.

Fit nodded, shifting a little in his spot. “Sure, what’s on your mind?” He asks.

“Why do you keep coming back?” He asks, tilting his head as Fit tenses, not expecting the question. “It’s been months and you haven’t killed me, but you’re still coming back. Why? Do you have a vendetta or something?” He asks, crossing his arms.

The hunter sighs, his shoulders slumping as he stares at the floor. “...No, I don’t.” He admits.

“Then why? You’re a vampire hunter that has been tasked to kill me, and yet you don’t. You could easily leave and never come back, but you continue to show up. Why?” He asks, his red eyes focused on Fit.

Fit bites his lip, his hands gripping his crossbow tightly. He takes a deep breath and sighs, looking up at Pac. “...It’s nice to have a challenge once in a while.” He says, giving a weak smile.

Pac chuckles. “I’m not exactly a challenge.” He says, shaking his head. “You’re a great hunter, but I’m no match for you.”

“Don’t say that, Pac. You’re the only person who’s given me a run for my money– every time I think I have you caught, you slip away.” Fit says, giving an annoyed yet fond look. “And then I’m chasing you again. But it’s okay, I love the thrill.”

Pac’s eyebrows raise, his eyes wide. “Love? Is that so?” He asks, smirking.

Fit freezes, his face flushing. “I– uh…”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same.” Pac says, chuckling. “It’s been centuries since someone’s been able to catch me off guard like you do.” He stands, approaching the hunter. “So, what will you do now? Try and fight me or leave?”

Fit thinks for a second, watching the vampire approach. “I’m tired of running.” He says, putting his crossbow down. “I’d rather spend my time doing something else.”

The vampire stands up, walking towards the hunter. He extends a hand. “Will you dance with me?” He asks, smiling.

The hunter blinks, staring at the vampire's hand, before he smiles. “It would be my pleasure.” He says, grabbing his hand. Pac pulls him closer, the two now face to face, their bodies pressed against each other. Fit wraps his arms around the vampire’s waist, the other male wrapping his arms around the hunter’s neck.

They dance, slow and gentle, swaying from side to side as they gaze into each other’s eyes. The candles of the ballroom shine brightly, illuminating the two as they continue to dance. They continue until the sun goes down, and the night air is cold and silent. The pair slowly lean into each other, until their faces are only a few centimeters apart. 

“Hey Pac?” Asks the hunter, staring into the deep irises of the vampire.

The vampire hums. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry.” 

Pac feels a quick peck on his lips before a blade pierces his chest. The vampire’s eyes widen, and he gasps, looking down at the stake in the center of his chest. He looks back up, seeing Fit’s apologetic eyes as he feels blood start to seep out of the wound. 

“I’m so sorry.” Fit says, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he watched the blood pour out and the light leave Pac’s eyes. His cold body is getting colder, and he can feel the strength leave the other’s body. “I can’t let you live. I can’t .” Fit says, tears falling from his eyes.

The vampire smiles shakily, reaching a hand up and brushing the other male’s cheek, leaving a smear of his own blood on the hunter’s skin. His red eyes are dull and lifeless. “It’s okay.” He whispers. “Thank you for having one last dance with me.”

The hunter’s eyes widen. “What?” He asks, shocked.

“This is the first time... I’ve felt genuine happiness in years.” Pac whispers, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s been centuries since I’ve danced with someone. And, it was with you. That’s all that matters to me.”

Regret washes over the hunter’s face, his expression full of guilt. He pulls back, watching the way Pac shakily collapses on the floor. He drops his weapon, kneeling down to the other male and pulling him close. “No, no no, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear I didn’t." He says, holding Pac in his arms. “I was blackmailed and– oh God, what have I done? ”

“It’s okay.” Pac whispers, smiling weakly. “I forgive you.” He says, his voice starting to trail off. He leans into the other male’s touch, his body getting colder. “Fitch?”

“Yeah?” The hunter asks, his voice shaky as he does his best to stop the bleeding with the few supplies he brought with him. But Pac has lost too much blood, which is dangerous. Even more considering he’s a vampire. “What?”

“I’m scared.” He whispers. “Will you stay with me until I pass?” He asks, looking up at the other male with wide eyes.

Fit nods. “Of course, I won’t leave your side.” He promises.

“Thank you.” Pac says, smiling. He feels the hunter pull him closer, the warmth of his body bringing a slight comfort to him. He hasn’t felt warmth in so long, and the sensation is nice. His eyes start to droop, his vision fading, but he keeps his gaze on the hunter.

The hunter watches as the other male slowly closes his eyes, his breath slowing down. An idea comes to mind. “Feed off me.” He says, catching the vampire off guard. “Drink my blood and turn me. Maybe we can run away and do this dance again.”

Pac blinks, looking at the other male. “What?” He asks, unsure if he heard the hunter right.

“Please, Pac, turn me.” Fit pleads. “We can run away together, you won’t have to die, and we can continue dancing forever. Please.” He begs, holding the vampire closer.

It’s quiet, Pac staring at the hunter with a mix of emotions. He leans his head on the other’s shoulder, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He can feel his fangs extend, his eyes going red. He turns his head, and without a word, his fangs pierce the hunter’s skin.

Fit’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t pull away, letting the vampire feed off of him. He can feel his body getting colder, his life fading away, but he doesn’t care. All he wants is to dance with Pac again, and he’ll do whatever it takes.

Once the vampire is done feeding, he pulls away, licking the blood off his lips. “Fit?” He asks, noticing the hunter is still and pale. “Fitch, are you okay?” He asks, cupping the other male’s cheeks and forcing him to look at the vampire.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Fit says, smiling. “Did it work?” He asks.

Pac stares at the hunter, his eyes widening when he sees the bite mark on his neck, a small trickle of blood coming out. He nods, his hands moving to his own neck. “I think so, but are you sure you want this?” He asks, looking concerned.

“I’m positive.” The ex-hunter says. “I want to be with you, together.”

And together they were. 

New hunters were advised to be wary of the couple that would haunt the mansion. It is said that every day exactly at sundown, the lights will come on, and the faint sound of music can be heard, with the echoes of laughter and chatter. Some hunters have dared to venture into the mansion, only to be greeted by a tall, dark figure that would chase them out and go back into the safety of the outside world. Others have heard the rumors of a beautiful vampire dancing with said figure in the darkness, and have stayed clear. It is not known how these rumors started, and no one knows how to prove or disprove the legend. The mystery of the mansion is still unsolved to this day, and will continue to be until the couple stops their dance.

But as they said, they have all the time in the world.

[mxheaven]

Ramon's Birthday!

A Ramon Focused Fic

(With bits of hideduo/fitpac, of course!)

Ramon doesn't have the custom of celebrating his birthdays, perhaps due to how lonely his first ones were. However, today is different. The bright lights and happy laughter bring him a type of childish joy he didn't allow himself to feel for a long, long time.

(Crossposted on AO3, Wattpad and Twitter. English is not my first language, but i hope you all enjoy!)

         Ramon remembers his first birthday. It didn't have anything special, as far as he could remember. His first month alive was much of a blur, to be honest. He slept more than he'd have liked to.

Spreen wasn't there. Ramon, at the time, had hopes he would be.

It was a simple day. Just like most of his birthdays.

Now, an entire year later, he's still unaccustomed to the bright lights, balloons, songs, people… it was a dream come true, yet he feared it could change to a nightmare.

He and his two siblings, Dapper and Leonarda, celebrated their birthday on the same day. Chayanne, their brother, was only a day older than the triplets, but decided not to celebrate as… “glamorously” as them, claiming that he didn't need it.

Leonarda asked her dad to build a very nice place for their one year birthday party, and he did not disappoint at all. It is a beautiful place with beautiful towers that no one has no idea how Foolish built in two days.

As a courtesy of Dapper's dad (to be honest, mainly Dapper), the place was guarded by intricate, dangerous and technological security assets. Dapper made sure that nothing would go wrong today.

The decoration, however, was the part that Ramon was the most proud of. He and his family spent so long decorating everything just like his siblings deserved - just like he deserved. 

It was full of balloons and pretty lights (which he expected to have, but never expected Fit to be the one to put all of them), beautiful tables with a place for everyone on the island, entertaining songs that Pac (and his rats) chose… Everything was so thought out and Ramon was so proud of his family for doing all of that so well.

He felt especially proud of this decoration, because Pac made sure he wouldn't forget any of the children that would commemorate their birthday today, meaning that the decoration resembled all of the little ones that had already passed, a little altar for each one of them.

Tilin's altar had a few pictures of her, her red bow, drawings, her signature flowers… Pac took the time to talk with all the parents of the eggs that had already passed so he could respect their memories properly.

Trumpet's altar was rainbow colored, it had his little hat, and a few pictures he managed to find with the federation's help. Unfortunately, Maximus had been gone for so long, Pac couldn't decorate it properly since he had no one to consult with his questions. Every part of this decoration was made with Bagi's help, since she spent the Dia de Los Muertos bonding with the little boy. One of the pictures in the altar was one of Trumpet and Leonarda.

Juannaflippa's altar had been the last one to be decorated, since neither Mariana nor Slimecicle had woken up for weeks. Her altar was green-themed, with plenty of pictures of her and her parents, and a few pictures of her and Tilin.

Bobby's altar was the first to be made. Pac gathered all his courage to consult both Cellbit and Roier, unfortunately not being able to ask Jaiden anything since she disappeared. For some strange reason, Cellbit was the one to answer more questions, whilst Roier kept a distance from the topic.

The boy's altar was blue-themed, there were a few drawings that Richarlyson made, his signature gun (don't ask Pac how he got it), a bunch of pictures of him with his parents, with Richarlyson… all of that.

In all of these, there were messages that people put, hoping that the happiness could reach the four that weren't there anymore.

Ramon got distracted looking at the altars. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss those four. They were always making a bit of a mess, that's for sure, but… he'd be happy if he had the opportunity to share a cake with them again.

Speaking of which, we shall not forget one of the most important parts. The cake- actually, the cakes, made by Chayanne himself, were individually created thinking of who it'd belong to. 

Leonarda's cake was purple and somehow even shiny! On the sides, there were some silly faces - made of frosting and fondant - that she requested, just like the multiple hats she's always wearing. The three pieces of chocolate on top of it were painted with food coloring, going from light shades of purple to- yellow? There was one, lonely, yellow piece… Ramon wonders why Leo requested such a specific thing.

Dapper's cake was, of course, black. It still seemed delicious, though, just like Leo's, since it was made by Chayanne. The cake looked amazing because it had some little ghosts - also made of fondant -, some decorations of things that Ramon couldn't quite recognize, everything that exhaled his brother's personality. Chayanne really outdid himself this time.

His cake, well… it wasn't any different. He almost cried seeing it? Well, sure. No one needs to know that though.

Ramon's cake was mainly white, but Chayanne managed to make amazing representations of Ramon's interests, such as the multiple create machines (machines that he info dumped about multiple times to Chayanne), his mustache on one of the sides, the meathead, his glasses…. And a little yellow Pac-Man.

Ramon looked at his parents. Pac and Fit were talking to each other on a corner, probably having some silly conversation, as they always do. Ramon smiled. He was so lost in thought, thinking about how proud he was of his family, that he didn't realize someone was approaching.

— Hey, Ramon! Happy Birthday, king. — Ramon got scared when he heard Tubbo talk, not expecting anyone to come talk to him so early.

What he didn't expect though, was Sunny appearing out of thin air and hugging him tightly. He wanted to answer Tubbo, but couldn't as Sunny restrained his hands while hugging him and basically shaking him. Eventually she let go, leaving Ramon dizzy.

— Happy birthday, my mustache boy!!!!!!!! — She spoke while she signed.

— “Thank you, Sunny” — He signed back a bit messily, forgetting how strong his sister was. 

— Where should we put the gifts? — Tubbo asks, holding three different gift boxes. Ramon couldn't deny how excited he was for Tubbo and Sunny’s gifts, since they had so many create stuff.

Ramon points to a little table that was slowly filling up with gifts.

Tubbo ruffles Ramon's hair before walking up to the table, placing the three boxes there.

Sunny gives him one last, tight hug before running up to her dad again.

Ramon giggles. He's so happy to have them both here.

He was so excited, too. Everyone he knew was going to be there, for the first time! Sure, maybe it's because it's finally the first one year birthday out of all the eggs, after all this time- after everything they went through, they're still alive. They survived.

This thought could rapidly become darker and sadder, were it not for Leonarda and Dapper showing up out of nowhere to bother Ramon and snap him out of these thoughts.

— “Stop thinking about create, Ramon, you're gonna end up overworking the gears of your brain.” — Ramon found himself looking at the hands of his brother, Dapper. Dapper was wearing, obviously, his signature top hat and  little black and blue suit, and alongside him was Leonarda, wearing a dark purple dress and red sneakers, with her red cap backwards, as always. On her cap, though, was a little crown sticker.

— “Así es, tus neuronas se freirán si te quedas ahí. Vamos a hacer algo divertido, ¡es nuestro cumpleaños!” — Leonarda signed. Dapper and Ramon didn't mind speaking in English with each other, but Leo keeps Spanish as her main language when talking to anyone, using the translation tool to speak with people who couldn't understand. Speaking of said tool, the translation apparatus translates her sentence to the following: “That's right, your neurons will fry if you stay there in the corner. Let’s do something fun, it’s our birthday!”

None of the three needed translations, since all of the triplets spoke English, but it helped – the surprisingly silent – foolish to understand their conversation better from a distance.

— “I will! I'm just… waiting for everyone to arrive before I go.” Ramon explained, and Dapper crossed his arms.

— “Casi todos ya están aquí, wey. Sólo faltan tio Cellbit, Roier y Richas, ellos se perdieron en el camino.” Leonarda answers her brother, who fidgets with his hand, anxiously. The translation device, although a bit late, reproduces Leonarda's phrase in English, “Almost everyone is already here, dude. Only uncle Cellbit, Roier and Richas are missing, they got lost.”

— “Okay… if you guys say. What should we do then?”

Dapper and Leo looked at eachother, then shrugged.

— “I don't know. What do you want to do?” 

Ramon seemed just as uncertain as his siblings. The three of them had the same thinking face, showing how connected they were on this, all triplets being confused.

— “We could…. I don't know… maybe-” — Ramon feels a shiver when someone touches both his shoulders, whispering “boo.”

Ramon screams due to the suddenness of it, and can quickly hear the loud laugh of Richarlyson, followed by Leo and Dapper.

— Opa, Ramon, feliz aniversário. — Richarlyson was one of the few children that talked while signing, most of them resorting to sign language basically most of the time. He liked being heard, that was for sure. — Scared ya?

Ramon felt his heart beat extremely, unusually fast. If anything, Richarlyson almost gave him a heart attack. He's also extremely embarrassed for screaming, as he called attention from everyone at the party.

— “Hi, Richas. Obrigado…” — He signs, pulling up his bandanna ever so slightly to hide his embarrassment.

Richarlyson seems way less noisy with the other two, waving and saying;

— Feliz Cumpleaños, Leo. Happy Birthday, Dapper. — Richarlyson congratulates them on the languages the two speak the most, and both smile, Leo more so than Dapper.

Behind Richarlyson were three figures;

Tiny Pepito waved to the three, wearing his little striped shirt with his big glasses and little red shoes. He was so cute and small. 

Roier had a grin, looking at Leonarda. He was the first to speak. 

— Eh, Leo. Ya estás muy vieja, pensé que ibas a morir antes. — Roier teases, and Ramon can see Foolish squinting his eyes on the corner to read the translations that said: “You're already so old, I thought you were going to die sooner.”

Leo hits Roier, who both laugh. They both take the death thing as a joke, clearly, so no one minds.

Behind Roier, was a slightly off putting figure to Ramon. Cellbit.

He hasn't talked to him in a while, after knowing what he did to Pac is…. It's a little bit scary. Ramon waves, and Cellbit's serious face softens into a smile.

He crouches down to Ramon's height, like he did that one time they were together at the boat race.

— Feliz Cumpleaños, Ramon. — He says, and Ramon can't help but smile. He doesn't understand how the man that hurt his father so much was so sweet to him and the other children. It just didn't seem like the same person.

— “Thanks, tio Cellbit.” — He signs, and Cellbit smiles.

— You still have to choose your paranormal room, you know. When we find a way back to the old spawn, we'll find some time for you to choose. — Ramon is very clearly happy with the suggestion. He and Dapper helped Cellbit decorate the ritual room, but he never had found the time to choose one of the paranormal elements that Cellbit talked about.

— “I promise I'll find some time!” — Cellbit smiles when Ramon agrees, getting up and walking over to Leo and Dapper, probably to congratulate them too. 

Little Pepito walks over to Ramon after talking with Leo, handing Ramon a little paper and a painted rock.

— Feliz cumple, Ramon! — Pepito says, he apparently tries to mimic Richarlyson by talking while simultaneously using sign language, but he, just like the many others eggs, seems to have a little bit of problems while talking. Nothing unintelligible, though. For his age, he speaks very well. Ramon remembers he barely talked when he was Pepito's age.

Oh, god. He's feeling old.

— “Muchas gracias, Pepito.” — Ramon thanks the little boy, who quickly got distracted by a butterfly and almost walked away, being grabbed by Richarlyson so he wouldn't get lost.

Ramon smiles seeing everyone, looking as his siblings get distracted with Cellbit's and Roier's presence. He takes the opportunity to leave discreetly, trying not to call much attention. He just wanted to be on his own for a little bit, deep in thought and quietly appreciating his happiness.

While trying to leave without being spotted, he bumps into something, almost falling before feeling like being caught.

— Oi, Ramon! — He hears Pac's voice, and smiles widely, hugging him without any hesitation. — Are you enjoying your birthday?

Ramon lets go slightly of the hug, shaking his head in agreement. When he's with Pac, he barely talks or signs, only communicating through movements and actions, because his Pai understands him so well they don't need words.

— That's so nice, I'm so happy to be here with you. — Ramon giggles, he gets so sillier when he's around Pac, it almost doesn't feel like himself. — Want to see something? Don't tell anyone, though.

Ramon gets a little bit confused, and agrees with a nod.

Pac, still holding the boy in his arms, discreetly walks over to the table with the cake. He looks everywhere around him, sometimes smiling and greeting somebody who came around, making small talk, seeming... suspiciously unsuspicious to Ramon. (Ramon is also slightly embarrassed to be seen this way, being held by Pac, but it doesn't matter right now.) Ramon then sees Pac reach for the table while still holding him, whispering a “Passa tudo”.

Pac, then, walks away from the table and goes to a corner with Ramon.

— It's our secret! — Ramon, confused with Pac's words, finally notices his dad holding a little plastic plate with sweets, mainly brigadeiros. Ramon's eyes shine, he really wanted one but apparently they had to wait for some reason.

Ramon quickly signs — “Obrigado, Pai!!” — before grabbing one brigadeiro and eating almost the entire thing in a bite.

Pac laughs, giving Ramon a kiss on the forehead, clearly happy to be with his neném.

— What are you two up to? — Ramon almost chokes on the brigadeiro when he hears his father's deep voice.

Pac turns to see his boyfriend, smiling happily. 

— It's a secret. A secret-y secret! Is that even a word? — Pac giggles when saying that, and Ramon shoves one other brigadeiro on his mouth.

— Hm, is it? — Fit asks, chuckling. He approaches Pac and Ramon, placing his hand on Pac's waist, to bring him closer. — Can't you guys let me in on this secret?

Ramon looks at Pac, who makes a thinking face. 

— Maybe… — Pac says, smiling. Ramon pinches him lightly, just to send him a sign, it didn't hurt or anything. — Do you think we should tell him, Ramon?

Ramon nods, and Pac smiles, looking back to Fit.

— We may or may not have taken a few sweets from the table… — Fit raises an eyebrow as Pac begins talking, being unable to contain a chuckle. — But no one noticed! You know, what the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't feel- or however it goes in English.

— Fair. — Fit answered with a chuckle. — Are there still some for me, or did you guys forget?

Ramon immediately grabbed the last brigadeiro on the little plastic plate, handing it to his father.

— “Pai and I would never forget about you!” — Ramon signed, and Fit smiled, a genuinely happy smile.

— That's true! — Pac confirms, quickly nodding to show Fit how Ramon was right.

— Aw, you guys are too good to me. — He says, caressing Ramon's hair and taking a bite of the brigadeiro. — Leo and Dapper asked me to call you two, they want to open the gifts with Ramon already.

Ramon didn't like opening gifts in public, he was the more reserved one out of the triplets when it came to that. Fit, however, already seemed to notice how Ramon got hesitant, and said;

— It's alright, Ramon. You don't have to open your gifts now, they just want your company. You can send letters thanking the gifts later. — Ramon smiles and sighs, happy that his dad understood.

— We have to go, then! — Pac excitedly said. — Everyone has to sing happy birthday to you, to Leo and to Dapper!

Pac has clearly always been very excited for birthdays. Back to Fit's birthday, he taught Ramon about the Brazilian tradition of the first piece of cake, and was so excited to go to the party, although he unfortunately couldn't in that specific day due to having passed out (spending the entire night farming for a trident may not have been the most healthy idea). 

In any case, he was always so happy with birthday celebrations, and this was definitely showing now, as he carried the boy over to the table where his siblings waited, looking at the beautiful cakes Chayanne made.

Fit followed his family a little behind, smiling as he looked at Pac and Ramon having so much fun together. He felt complete with these two in his life.

Ramon tapped Pac's shoulder, wanting to be put down. Pac didn't take long to realize what the boy wanted, putting him on the floor.

— I'm going to call everyone, go stay with your siblings a little bit. — Ramon nodded as his Pai said that, seeing him walk away towards Fit. Ramon looked back at the cake table, seeing Dapper and Leonarda discussing something.

— “No, I'm pretty sure you give the first piece of cake before people start singing happy birthday, no?” — Dapper explains, and Leonarda shook her head, clearly disagreeing.

— “¡Pero no tiene ningún sentido!”

(But it doesn't make any sense!) — Leo argued.

— “How does it not?” — Dapper confusedly asks. As Ramon reaches his sight, both of the children turn towards him.

— “¿Cómo es la tradición del Pastel, Ramon?”

(How is the cake tradition, Ramon?) — Leonarda asked, assuming her brother would have a better understanding of said tradition considering he has a Brazilian father.

Ramon seemed slightly confused. He wasn't quite sure if he would be able to put it all into words. He thought for a bit, before signing back to his siblings.

— “Uh.. I'm not sure. But Pai said you sing happy birthday, then if you want you do a little speech on why you're giving the first piece of cake to this someone, and then you… just give it to them? I guess.” 

Leo and Dapper exchanged looks.

— “Can it be only one person?” — Dapper asked, and Ramon nodded. — “Oh… that's difficult… Can we make an agreement that we can't give it to each other, then?”

Leo shrugged, and Ramon seemed to agree. He wouldn't be able to choose between Dapper and someone else if he needed to… 

— Alright! — The three heard Pac's voice a little far away. Everyone was already gathered around the table. — Everyone sing happy birthday in your native language!!

— That'll sound a little bit like a mess. — Somebody in the back said. It was probably Tubbo.

— Mmm Yeah, probably, but it'll be nice. — Pac assured. Ramon giggled at his dad's answer.

And with Pac counting down from three, the guests began singing. You could hear any of the languages present on the island there, really. Some singing parabéns pra você, other joyeux anniversaire, even the mostly-asleep spanish speakers were there, singing. In the back, you could hear one voice in German, and a few in korean.  

As Tubbo mentioned, it was a little bit of a mess. It sounded nice, but you could barely pick out who was singing what. They were having fun, at least, but that's what mattered.

Leo is proudly standing in front of her cake, smiling widely. Dapper, although looking more collected, is smiling at his father. Ramon is standing there a little bit awkwardly, but he looks proud of himself nonetheless.

Chayanne was in the middle of everyone singing, as he didn't like this type of celebration to himself, but people were clearly singing it to him too.

The singing stopped, although everyone cheered. The triplets blew the candles, Ramon having to lower his bandanna to do so.

Somebody in the back yelled something in portuguese. Ramon assumed they were talking about the cake thing.

He poked Leo, as she wanted to start.

— “Ehem. Buenos dias.” — Leonarda talked while simultaneously signing with her hands. She didn't have trouble talking, she just didn't like it much. 

— “Ramon y Dapper están avergonzados, así que empezaré.” 

(Ramon and Dapper are shy, so I'll start.)

Leonarda began, and Foolish cheered her on the back, saying something along the lines of “Vamos!!! Mi niña!!!”

— “Como es mi cumpleaños, digo que los fundadores de Fobo cuentan como una sola persona. Todos ellos son muy especiales porque están construyendo mis riquezas. El primer pedazo de pastel es para ellos.”

(Since it's my birthday, I say that the founders of Fobo count as one person. They are all very special because they are building my wealth. The first piece of cake is for them.)

People seemed slightly confused, although Tubbo and Foolish cheered.

— Can she do that? — Somebody asked.

— Meh, who cares, it's her birthday. — Pac was the one to answer.

Leonarda cut one big piece of cake into three, and Tubbo and Foolish walked up there to grab the cake.

— “To Sunny too.” — Leonarda signed, and Sunny walked over, unable to contain her smile.

— I'm not building anyone's wealth, though. It's my own wealth! — Sunny said. She is one of the few eggs that talk more than sign. 

Leo rolled her eyes.

Everyone clapped as Dapper's turn began. Silent took over for about three seconds before he simply said, nonchalantly;

— “Pomme.” 

Although people were confused by the lack of speech, it didn't take long for people to cheer as Pomme walked up to the table, grabbing her piece of cake, clearly extremely moved by her brother's choice.

Ramon was getting anxious. He's not usually anxious but… he didn't want to, for lack of a better word, fuck this up. It was an important tradition to his pai, right? He can't fuck it up. Not right now.

He took a deep breath. Everyone was looking at him. That didn't usually happen. He's not often in the spotlight.

He cut a piece of cake.

He took another deep breath, and made an effort to say:

— I… Uh, since this is a very important Brazilian tradition… — He tried signing while talking, but talking more loudly took a lot out of him and it honestly made him sign a bit slower, to match his voice. — the first piece of cake goes to my pai Pac.

With the cheering that came with that, everybody could hear Pac, almost crying, extremely happy, running towards Ramon. Instead of immediately grabbing the plate with the cake that Ramon was going to grab, Pac jumped over the table to hug Ramon.

— Eu também te amo muito, meu nenê!!! — The Brazilian exclaimed, tearing up. Ramon tried to get out of his pai's arms, almost suffocating, but giving up as he decided to simply hug back.

The songs that were playing before this began again, everyone walking over to the table to grab sweets and cake. Ramon, however, didn't let go of his dad for a while, both extremely happy.

Fit is looking at his boyfriend and his son from a slight distance, smiling more than he ever did. Fit already knew Ramon was giving the cake to Pac, since the boy and him had already been talking about it for weeks.

He takes a happy, relieved breath. He can live like this for the rest of his life.

He hears something, a metallic footstep. Fit quickly looks back, seeing Richarlyson stand beside him, arms crossed.

— I haven't seen my dad happy like this in a while, tio. — Fit looks curiously to the boy, who seems to have some stuff to say. Richarlyson, however, keeps quiet for a while. — You know… he had been very sad these past months.

— I… yeah, I could notice. — Fit answered, waiting for the boy to elaborate further.

— You and Ramon made him happy. — He chuckles, tilting his head slightly to the side. — Thanks for that.

Fit smiled gently.

— You took part in that, you know? — Richarlyson looked at Fit, now curious to what he had to say. — You make your dad and… and well, everyone around you really happy. 

Richarlyson laughs a little, seeming embarrassed. Fit has come to notice how shy this boy actually is, even though he's so loud, outgoing and interactive with everyone.

— If you say so. I'd just like to thank you and Ramon for that, I like seeing my dad happy. — Fit places his hand on Richas’ hair, who fidgets with his hands, a bit embarrassed, but happy.

— Thank you to you too. Now go enjoy the party, Pepito's been yelling for you for a while now.  — Richarlyson looks around, confused. He seemed to be really distracted, considering how he didn't hear his brother yelling for him.

— Obrigado, Tio! Falou! — The translator didn't quite catch what Richas said, but Fit assumed it was a goodbye. He waved to the boy, seeing him grab Pepito, who had begun crying due to not having found Richarlyson.

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It was around 11pm when the party ended. At least for Pac, Fit and Ramon, since they were always the ones to leave early. Pac is carrying a sleeping Ramon in his arms, the poor boy having slept on a chair due to getting tired quickly. He has his head against Pac's shoulder, and snores softly as he sleeps.

— I can carry him, Pac, it's okay. — Fit said as they walked. He couldn't help but stare at Pac, the moonlit night making the yellow on Pac's eyes shine, absorbing every single drop of Fit's attention.

— Oh, it’s okay. I really want to carry him, I don't know if i'll be able to see him again tomorrow. — Pac answered, adjusting his arms so Ramon could stay comfortable.

They spent a few seconds in a comfortable silence, and suddenly, both spoke at the same time.

— Thanks-

— Obrigado-

They went silent again, looking at each other, before they eventually broke into soft laughter.

— You can speak, please. — Fit said, his tone oh-so loving. 

— It's just… — Pac began, before he eventually decided to switch languages, wanting to say it in the best way possible. — Obrigado. Obrigado por estar comigo, e por-... por poder me dar essa vida com você e com o Ramon. 

They stopped in front of Fit's house. Fit smiled so clearly reading what appeared on the translation device. 

“Thank you. Thank you for being with me, and for- for giving me this life with you and Ramon.”

Fit smiled. Such a genuine, loving smile. He couldn't have asked for anything better. Even after all the pain, even after everything he went through, he wouldn't change a thing. He would suffer it all again for these two.

Fit took a step closer, touching Pac's cheek.

— I love you, Pac. 

Pac smiled, and Fit could see his expression soften into what seemed like overwhelming, genuine happiness.

— Eu te amo também. 

Fit leaned closer to Pac's face, the hand on Pac's cheek moving to the back of his head, lightly pulling him closer. Pac closed his eyes, just wanting to feel Fit's presence for a few seconds. Fit did the same.

They didn't kiss. It still didn't feel like the time. But to both of them, what happened today was enough.

They spent at least twenty seconds just appreciating each other's presence, their foreheads touching. Some could say they'd spend more time there, had Ramon not shifted ever so slightly on Pac's arms, reminding them that they had to go. They separated, seeming to smile more than they did before, if that was even possible.

— See you Monday? — Fit asks, and Pac tries to nod, although stops mid way.

— If the rats manage to wake me up, yes. I can't promise, though… — Pac answered honestly, seeming a bit embarrassed. Fit chuckled.

— Fair. Hope they will, though. I already miss you, even if you're still here. 

Pac chuckled, seeming even more embarrassed than before. He slowly and carefully hands Ramon to Fit, trying to not wake up his son.

— Oh, I almost forgot! — Pac reached for his pocket when saying that, and Fit, now with Ramon in his arms, seemed confused. Pac takes out from his pocket a blue bandanna with a yellow Pac-Man on it. — Give it to Ramon for me. I didn't have the time to give him this.

Fit felt more in love with this man with every second that passed.

— Sure will do. Boa noite, Pac.

— Boa noite, Fit.

That night, Ramon slept hugging a different bandanna, for a different reason.

[soullessduck13]

Oh. Well, alright!

Honestly, I feel like Tubbo's itching for lore that's not too emotional in order to keep his attention on the server beyond maintaining his factories, talking to his friends and feeding Sunny, like it's either information or a new mod, something to give him stuff to do that's not the same thing he's been doing for months since he joined.

Thus, Time Travel!

I do think it will become a lore thing with him having promised Sunny to work on it, though tbh I dont think it was planned, maybe he'd thought about it a bit but it came up very naturally and I don't doubt his theories were stuff he came up with on the spot

I think he's gonna do exactly what we're all thinking and go to the past, post Fed but before the Ice Prison, and he and Sunny will figure out how and why he was there in the first place. Personally, I was never a big fan of "Tubbo was part of the Fed" theories because that kinda feels like it undermines his compassion towards the workers, but I'd love it if he did have some involvement with them, such as him getting someone to rebel, and it eventually getting him in ice.

I do also think he will only be able to travel back so far, because of the island itself. I'm still a firm believer that the Quesadilla Island all this is happening in is not a real physical place, and instead something like a computer program, and so Tubbo would only be able to travel as far as the earliest version of it.

But I also can't think it wouldn't be cool if Tubbo ended up being the one who created the Fed, or made Cucurucho/the Census Bureau, or the one who started the human testing (turning norma people into Fed Workers, Hybrid stuff, the islanders themselves being there, etc.)

Honestly it would be nice to have someone find out about Jaiden's stuff, not because of snooping around or eavesdropping but because they remember info they technically already had, from before the island, like having her as their coworker/employee. Or having someone find out about Baghera's stuff, period.

now your turn. give me your thoughts

OKAY OKAY OMG okay. so first thought

How I think the time machine works is that it's stationary and is fueled by cobbled deepslate, and another block that moves them forward in time!! It also freezes the users (tubbo and sunny) age until they get back to their time period

Now lore wise? I don't think this is something Tubbo has planned beforehand, but I think it would be AWESOME if the admins actually picked it up and asked Tubbo if this is something he wants to do, and if he doesn't? hey, that's what aus are for!!!

I think they go back to a time where the island is abandoned, maybe right before the first spanish and english speakers arrived and the fed doesn't notice them because tubbo already exists in their system (ice prison) and sunny? well.. the eggs are practically confirmed to be fed experiments.

I think they would hide the machine and succeed because the area they plan on using went completely untouched before I believe? Yeah. It wasn't being used. They grab their motor boat and start their travels. They're going far, far out!! To build a shack and live there

But!! I just love the concept of time machine goes haywire and they don't have any clue at all when they are in the timeline. sooo shenanigans ensue and they start to explore the current times! maybe they have some kind of timer where the machine tells them they need to get back? idk

this is what sparked my previous post!! the one about sunny hearing or like finding out about tallulah wanting to protect their siblings but not them

i also think thats how tubbo would try and stop fitpac from happening but fail miserably, and maybe get to know some of the old islanders that aren't as active or not active at all nowdays

they would watch from afar and see how some of the eggs used to be back in the day and the islanders and just. yeah. i think they would end up leaving in the end, even if they managed to get to know the islanders and the eggs, because it always comes to that

Tubbo and Sunny leaving

and maybe their next adventure takes them to the federation's beginnings, but I do agree that they can't travel as far back as they would like due to the island's nature, but i think it would be cool if Tubbo joined the federation, or infiltrated it, and then found out about the rebellion, betrayed them both and went on the run, only to be caught in a block of ice and for Sunny to never see him again

And the cycle repeats

Silly adventures include:

-Meeting Jaiden, maybe when she's talking to Cucurucho

-Watching both the brazilians and the french arrive

-Witnessing Wilbur take care of Tallulah for two weeks before leaving for tour

-Meeting the dead eggs, before they died

-Tubbo trying to break Fit and Pac up before they connect, failing miserably

-Realising they can go back in time to talk to themselves

-Realising that is a terrible idea and decide against it

-Doing it anyways for the bit

there are more options but just a few ideas,,,

[broughtteethtoagunfight]

Rejecting the end of qsmp, here’s how it REALLY ended

Purgatory eye guy attacks the fed, a fuck ton of fed workers rebel and dip the fuck out while the higher ups (the ones forcing them to be fed workers)

Some of the fed workers (the ones who like the islanders, ex: Fred, Agent 18, Walter Bob etc.) collect everyone and their eggs and their stuff and the capybaras cuz I said so

They all leave the island together (even tho some islanders are comatose, for example Charlie and Mariana and Luzu and everyone we haven’t heard from in months, it’s ok bc they pull off a Fitpac leaving purgatory and carry them) while the eye guy murders whoever stayed with the fed (the top dogs and whichever workers that were drinking the most koolaid)

They wander from place to place for a while, everyone who was sleeping eventually waking up (maybe the feds did something to the air in quesadilla island and that’s why people would fall asleep for so long)

They put together a team of their strongest pvpers and go get Fit from 2b2t, he’s mega traumatized but hey, so is everyone, probably even more so now that they finally made it off the island and more issues are coming to light, especially since they’re all probably forced to be in closed proximity 24/7 while they travel to wherever they plan to go

For a while, there’s talk of going to Phil’s hardcore world but eventually they decide to make a brand new server, this time without any of the restrictions

Everyone moves there, save for maybe a few people who move to other places but visit often. Everyone slowly begins healing, the fed workers getting deprogrammed (leaving a cult style) it’s hard and there’s a lot of problem solving and relearning and relapsing and issues, but they get through it together, just like they did on quesadilla island (qmunnication smp lol)

The eggs eventually grow up and hatch into dragons and despite their horribly traumatic childhoods, they make into adulthood just fine

Bonus:

The dead eggs never really died, eggs have infinite lives just like players, the only difference is that if an egg dies twice the fed takes them. When all of the rebelling workers escaped they brought the dead eggs with them. Also code Flippa isn’t evil cuz I said so, they find a way to treat code infection for everyone who’s got it, so Charlie just ends up being a girl dad to three glasses wearing girls

[hepbaestus]

Just some thoughts about the past year for me :)

This may get a lil deep, I'm writing this at 11pm while procrastinating revision, so it's going under a read more.

If you had told me that over a year ago I would've joined a fandom that absolutely changed my life during one of the worst periods of my life, I would have laughed. I wouldn't have believed you at all.

These past 14 months have been the greatest time of my life when it comes to being part of a fandom; I'd never really properly interacted with many people in the fandoms I was in so it always seemed quite isolating. I think of it like when you're in a car and it's late at night, you're passing lots of bright adverts that you can't fully engage with as you're passing by so quickly and it's so late that you're very sleepy.

It was just me in my little corner of the internet (i know, such a commonly used phrase) enjoying myself.

And then the qsmp started, literally a day after my life went to shit and I found solace and comfort in the early days of the server depsite not engaging much because of travelling and shitty hotel wifi, when the eggs were brand new. I was a Phil main so I'd been a crow for a while and I wanted to branch out, to spread my wings if you'd allow me a singular bird pun. So who did I branch out to?

Another white man in his 30s /aff.

Now I don't remember much of my first few months in Fit's chat, I could probably look back at the vods and see that I was likely a chronic lurker, rarely chatting. But once I'd gotten comfortable and subbed, his chat became like another little comfort nook on the internet for me.

Seeing Fit and Ramón, and how they treated each other was something very healing for me, not to be too parasocial but it definitely mended some of the father issues I had. It's such a joy, to this day, to be in his chat and chill and I'm very glad that I joined at the time that I did and then, as time went on, I genuinely found comfort in just chilling in Fit's chat no matter what the content.

The people I've met, like Shen, Lills and Pen just to name a few, are some of the greatest people that I have the honour of talking to and it's because of the server that I get to do that. I've genuinely made friends in a fandom like I had never before and they're all so cool and talented and I feel like I'm just little old me, you know?

I was introduced to streamers that I'd never heard of, languages that I wouldn't hear in my day to day life outside of the streams and it was so special. I'll never forget the nights I stayed up extra late watching Cellbit play Hollow Knight or live blogging through the Fitpac date. They're all such treasured memories that I hope I'll hold for the rest of my life.

Now because of this server, I have what is probably (outside of my irl friendships) the longest relationship I've ever had. Admittedly that's with the Portuguese Duolingo Owl but eh, 486 days of learning Portuguese after wanting to all my life after not being taught it my own Portuguese dad, is something that I'm proud of. (This is me trying to inject some humour into this slightly sad piece of writing. Is it working?).

This isn't me saying goodbye to the qsmp fandom, I'm still gonna be here being silly and posting angsty posts and fics. It is, afterall, what got me out of a major writing slump. This is more of a see you later to the server (and whatever '2' may mean), I think. There may not be something like what the server was meant to be for a while after everything that happened so I feel like I should give it a little send off, you know?

I didn't really have an idea of where this was meant to go, I was kind of just writing whatever came to mind and how I felt but I'm glad my life is what it is, despite everything that I've gone through. And that couldn't be without the people I've interacted with, talked to and shared thoughts with.

So thank you <3

[keirawantstocry]

whoops. wrote a fitpac fic :)

im so sorry if any of my characterization is off cause this is the first time ive ever written them and im so sorry if i messed up any of the Portuguese 😭

i can be ur new addiction

Strength was what originally piqued Pac's interest in the pole. He wanted to feel that strength in his own body, that pull of his muscles as he held himself up. The sweat that dripped down his forehead as he brought himself to the point of exhaustion physically.  In everyday life as well he could feel the strong cords of his muscle as he picked things up and spent time building. It was a good feeling. It was admirável, addictive, espantoso. Logistically he knew the implications that came with knowing how to perfectly do a split against a stripper pole, how to land with his thighs spread open. He just never thought about it. Not in the context of other people seeing it. 

Until the first time he was asked to perform what he knew in front of other people. All eyes on him. It was like a drug, feeling the pull of eyes, feeling the gazes rake hungrily over his body. Watching so closely as he spun around, twisted and stretched his body in every single direction it could go. As they appreciated his bare skin, the expanse of his bare chest and his thighs tight around the pole itself. People whistled and applauded. More than a few people sauntered up to him afterwards asking if he did private shows, if he could do something like that on their bodies. He agreed to a few. The nicer ones. The money slipped in his hands was almost as good as the feeling of being up close and personal with people radiating with how much they wanted you. Viciante.  

He had more confidence back then. Back when he still had both his legs. 

Roier was the one who convinced him he should get back into it after his robotic leg had been installed. Who begged him nearly every week to join him in one of the back rooms of the club to practice with the strippers there. It took a bit of practice. Bit of understanding and maneuvering.  To get back into it all. Lots of time practicing, first by himself but then with Melissa, with some of the other men and women who worked there at the club.  It felt good to feel strong again. To feel capable. To feel, not quite sexy yet but confident. 

He and Mike had figured out how to make an incredibly realistic leg replacement for him. It was just as easy to use on the pole as his actual skin. The slight burn against his skin as he held himself up. It was good. It felt good. On a very slow night he even made his way out in the strip club with Melissa and did a few rounds around with her. It felt good again. To see how the scattered men looked at him and Melissa both. Hungry eyes. They wanted him. He felt sexy. It was almost intoxicating enough that he could forget who he was really wishing would look at him like that. 

With his skills and knowledge, nobody could blame him for using it to his advantage when he knew Fit was around. He couldn't help it. At heart he yearned for the attention and damnit he was going to get it. Especially from Fit. He already saw how the man reacted to the minimal flirting that they participated in, how flustered and stuttery he got when anyone else on the island mentioned the two of them together in any sense of the word. 

So when Fit messaged him over the communicator one morning asking where he was instead of going upstairs and pretending he hadn't been practicing, he told him the truth. 

ill see you there :)

Pac knew the exact moment when Fit walked inside the dimly lit room of the basement. He heard the inhale of his breath as he gasped at the sight of him. It was addictive. Better than he could have ever imagined. “Olá, Fit!” He swung himself off the pole with a self satisfied smirk, landing on his knees with his legs spread underneath him. “Tudo bem?” 

Fit looked like his eyes were about to bulge out of his head. He just stared and stared as Pac watched him carefully. His mouth fell open as his eyes raked up Pac's thighs, pupils getting wide with desire. “Wow.” 

“Wow?” Pac pressed, trying to get him to say more and it seemed to break Fit out of his spell. 

Clearing his throat, he tore his eyes away from Pac. “Yeah man. The core strength. Core strength. You're very strong.” He took a few steps back, farther away from the man in front of him, to simply stare at the floor in front of him. 

Fuck. Pac wanted his attention again. And he knew the perfect way to get it. Gracefully standing to his feet while keeping one hand on the pole, he started to pull off the loose blue pants he had been wearing while trying to catch Fit's eye. The man glanced up for nary a second and he was caught. Hook, line, and sinker. 

He gulped, prominent against his throat. “What are you doing?” 

“Practicing the rest of my routine. Do you mind?” Pac asked, making sure to flutter his eyelashes a bit with a laugh bubbling up from his chest. “I don't have to do it now. You know if-” 

“No no,” Fit interrupted. “It's no problem. None at all.” 

Pac simply gave him a smile as he tossed his pants to the side showing off the whole bodysuit he was wearing. The deep black contrasted perfectly with his skin, raised quite high up on his hips hugging them tightly.  He had always felt confident in the bodysuit, usually wearing it under his everyday sweats and hoodie. It felt so much more electrifying to be wearing it and it only. Especially in front of Fit, who was staring at him with clear desire while using every atom in his body to hold himself back. It was fantastic. 

Using every muscle in his arms he pulled himself up the pole, flipping himself over, spreading his legs out to split before flipping back over and lowering himself down to admire the pure lust in Fit's eyes. Pac slowly walked himself around the pole, feeling the drag of Fit's gaze over his thighs and ass as he did so. did so. His head was getting fuzzy. The room felt even stuffier and hotter than it had before. With both hands he grabbed the pole once again and started to pull himself up. The pull was strong in his muscles, his arms tense. He repeated his movements from the ground but in the air, legs cycling as if he was walking while he used his arms and momentum to twirl himself slowly around the pole. 

“That’s amazing,” Fit said. A squeak echoed in the room from Fit’s shoe as he took a step forward. 

“Thank you,” Pac said, winking at him as he spun around to face him before landing hard on his feet. Using one finger, he curled it towards himself to try and motion Fit closer. He followed without thinking, like a magnet, mouth open slightly. He reached back once he deemed he was close enough and lifted himself up on the pole once more. “Help me?” 

Fit nodded, looking dazed. “Uh yeah yeah with what?” 

“I need to-” he cut himself off and dropped down again, trying to figure out the best way to do it. Of course he already knew damn well how to do the move all by himself but Fit didn’t need to know that piece of information. He stood to the side of the pole as Fit hovered around him. Reaching out he put his hand on Fit’s before bringing it over to rest on the very bottom of his back right above where the fabric of the bodysuit cut off. Fit sucked in his breath hard but managed to keep it together and keep his hand on Pac. 

Reaching up, Pac put his hands on top of each other on the pole, preparing to swing his legs up. “Follow the, the um, flow of my body. I’m going to flip.” 

Fit blinked trying to process what exactly they were going to do. “Okay okay yeah I can help you with that.” 

Time slowed down as his body hinged with the other man’s help. As Fit’s hand stayed firm on his back throughout the entire flip. Not even letting go once he was back on the ground and had released his grip on the pole. Pac used it as an excuse to get closer to him, until their feet bumped together and he could see every fleck of color in Fit’s wide eyes. 

“Did I do good?” 

“Yes. Yes. Of course you did… you always do amazing.” 

Pac smiled, a sharp but kind smile. “Thank you, Fit.” 

Fit's hand felt hot on his skin even through the fabric of his bodysuit. All he wanted to do was lean in as close as he could. Until their bodies were knitted together, rib to rib, heart to heart.  A voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like Fit's, was the only thing that stopped him. 

Take it easy. Go slow. Slow. Slow. Slow. 

Pac let out a deep slow breath and with a smile stepped back away from Fit, letting his hand drop from his body. “Let me put my clothes back on, yeah? Then we can do whatever you wanna do today.” 

Fit smiled back at him but his eyes were still dark, looking at Pac way too closely to be platonic. “Yeah. That sounds good, man.” 

He felt good. They were good. It was gonna be good. Fit was security. The kind of stable strength that Pac had never found in past partners. It felt safe. He had to pull in his emotions as he gathered his clothes up to put them back on, he could not admit that Fit felt like home. Nice and slow. Take it nice and slow to get the guy. 

He turned to face Fit with a large smile. “Ready to go?” 

Fit gave him the smile that he only reserved for him, Tubbo, and Ramon. “So ready.”