kermie

he/they/it asks: open this isnt my primary btw

[k3rm1e]

hello!

Hi, I'm kermie!

I write mainly for Mincraft content creators or those affliated with the community.

I started this blog awhile ago, but stopped posting after falling out of the fandom. I am back now and will (hopefully) be posting more!

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old masterlist - https://k3rm1e.tumblr.com/post/647121005697974272/masterlist-ω

The link won't attach for some reason, deepest apologies

[k3rm1e]

i know i don’t post on this account anymore but i wanted to take a moment to pay respects to technoblade.

thank you technoblade for all you’ve done for your fans and those around you. thank you for helping raise cancer awareness, even when you were struggling yourself. thank you for bringing so many joy.

even though we did not know techno, please everyone, take your time to grieve.

be well, all of you.

rest in peace.

[k3rm1e]

cuddling headcanons! ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

this is more of a test thing to see if i like writing this way and if this blog does well

other imagines and headcanons won't include everyone i write unless it is specifically requested and is a prompt i really like

includes: wilbur nihachu karljacobs quackity dream georgenotfound sapnap p!tommyinnnit p!badboyhalo p!skeppy p!eret p!philza p!tubbo p!ranboo

cw: cursing

wilbur:

wilbur is a very cuddle-y guy

to me he seems very soft

i always see people saying he would like spooning, but i disagree

i feel like he would do more of a half-spooning thing with his head on your chest or the other way around

mans would DEFINITELY make you run your fingers through his hair

i feel like he would lay on your chest and just *nuzzle* into the space between your shoulder and neck

anytime you tried to leave him, whether it was because he had to do something or you had to, he would whine. so. fucking. much.

It would probably always go something like:

you - i need to piss

wilbur - no <3

but the moment he decides its time to stop cuddling its fine

and if you complain that you’re gonna miss him he’ll just call you clingy and tease you

like??? sir???

all in good fun though, no bad intentions :)

nihachu:

i feel like you and niki would face each other

with your head like under her chin and in her chest (this is a bad description but look at the “honeymoon hug” on the list for better explanation ;-;)

she would always want to protect you

so she does that by like almost guarding you and keeping you close

niki would definitely do the arm thing where she just lightly moves her hand up and down you arm

i’m so sorry if you don't understand that, it just feels like something she would do

if you haven't experienced that it kinda sorta feels like spiders??? but in a good way???

but generally she is very protective

she just holds you so close the whole time

even if she doesn’t want to let you go, she’s more understanding about it

she would be upset but wouldn’t show it because she doesn’t want to make you feel guilty

niki is generally just an amazing cuddle-r (is that a word?) and has a super comforting presence

karljacobs:

karl would definitely keep your head on his chest

the whole time he would just absolutely squeeze the life out of you

he would constantly bend his neck down to kiss your head

and instead of just like leaving his head down so he could kiss you it would just be:

*inner monologue karl* hmmm i wanna kiss them on their head

and he would lean down to do so which, cute

but then five seconds later he would do it again

and again another five seconds later

and again

very cute karl but please sir, your neck is gonna be so messed up after this

when you had to leave he would be upset, but like niki, would try not to show it

except karl is very bad at that and his pouting would be so obvious

so you would feel guilty and layback down with him

immediately he just becomes (●´ω｀●)

like a happy little puppy

karl is just too adorable for you to deny

quackity:

now we all know this, quackity is a huge dork

which is why i believe he would DEFINITELY use your butt as a pillow

not even in a weird way

i just feel like quackity isn’t too comfortable with touch so this is sorta his way of being close to you without it being a whole serious thing

like he still is able to be goofy and comfortable without it being a whole big thing

him doing this would almost always come with a flatty patty joke from you

which always causes him to threaten divorce, even though you aren’t married

while it isn’t a very good position for things like physical touch, it is good for talking and having conversations

for some reason i feel like he’s the type of person to text someone when they’re right next to each other

so while he’s laying down he’ll just send you random photos of himself

very annoying when your phone is spammed, but also good blackmail material >:)

i don’t think he’d be too clingy

obviously, he enjoys spending time with you

but if you told him you need to go do work or something he wouldn’t throw a fit or pout

big q just seems like he’d be more rational about stuff like that

overall a 420/69 cuddle partner

dream:

one word: spooning

mans just envelops you and has no shame

very big: “no you are mine! >:(“ energy

while he’s sleeping he’ll unconsciously nuzzle his head into your hair/the back of your neck

when you guys got to bed patches usually climbs in and you hold her

i love patches so much i could write headcanons just about her

dream always wants to be cuddling you

if you try to leave he won’t pout, there simply isn't a discussion on whether you’re moving or not

incase you haven’t caught on yet, the answer is no

you need to do work? just bring the laptop to bed

he needs to edit? just sit in his lap at his desk, duh

obviously, he knows at some point you guys need to stop cuddling

he just isn’t too stoked about it

when it comes time where he absolutely can’t cuddle with you, i feel like he’d be more chill

mainly just annoyed

georgenotfound:

i feel like george, like quackity, also wouldn’t be too touchy

i’m pretty sure he has a hard time expressing emotions (please correct me if i’m wrong!!) and i think that would crossover to his sleeping habits

i think he would prefer a sort of back-to-back cuddling position

it seems cold, i know

but also he would most definitely kick at you

so every night while trying to go to sleep suddenly you would just feel *kick*

and then instead of sleep you’re suddenly playing footsie

lots of laughter and warm feelings involved

george would probably pretend that you kicked his leg hard or something and act like you hurt him

the first few times you were actually worried

but then after a few months your only response was a sarcastic “cry about it”

which just led to more laughter

sapnap:

sapnap and you would do a sort of leg hug thing

you both you try to go to sleep in a cute spooning-type position

but the moment one of you fell asleep it all unraveled

you would wake up apart but you’re legs would still be touching

sapnap would joking blame it on you

“wow can’t believe you don't wanna be close with me even when we’re asleep”

“it’s not my fault! i can’t control where i end up when i sleep!”

“no, no. you don’t have to lie. i see how it is.”

“>:(“

but it's okay!

your legs are the first thing to react in a flight-or-fight situation, so they usually react in an honest way

which is like your legs are both reaching to hold each other!

p!tommyinnit:

i don’t get a very touchy vibe from tommy

i feel like the most he would do is put his arm over your shoulder

not in a flirty way, just in a “hey, there isn’t a lot of space, this will make sitting down more comfortable” way

he will let you sorta fidget with his hand/arm

i don't know if that makes sense but what i mean is that he’ll pretty much let his arm go *flop* so you can control it (by like moving it around or playing with his fingers)

in the beginning he would get annoyed

but eventually he would get used to it and wouldn’t really care

it sounds a bit strange but i personally find it very comforting to just have something to fidget with while watching youtube or netflix in bed with my friends

and it’s entertaining (sometimes i do this to me sister to annoy her :>)

he would act like he didn’t mind if you left him

but holy shit he is so clingy

If you try to leave it’ll just be “no, why??? stay here dumbass”

you would be slightly annoyed when he had to leave  but knew he had to film and stream and all that so you would be okay

p!badboyhalo:

you would kinda sit within bad’s lap

like not on his lap, but more of in between his legs

he would have his arms around you

and his phone would be in front of you so you two could scroll through twt or instagram together

or you guys could watch skeppy’s youtube ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

rat would sit in your lap

she’s just;;;;;;;; so adorable

rat is just so soft and fuzzy in your lap and everytime you move to pet her she just melts

rat is the the superior cuddle buddy to any of these block people

p!skeppy:

skeppy, similar to quackity, is a total dork

he would make sure you guys were in a position where he could effectively troll you

so if your head was near his lap he would just flick you or some

“dude can you please stop hitting me in the head”

“it turns out i am not actually hitting you in your head because based on the perpendicularity of the bisector multiplied by the photosynthesis of the dividend, it is impossible for me to do so”

“wtf”

lya is so goddamn sick of you guys

she's trying to get him to actually do something but instead he’s just sitting there throwing paper airplanes at you while you sleep

he’s an annoying asshole but it's okay because he gives you money for absurd reasons

p!eret:

eret has such a comfortable presence

i feel like she wouldn’t be up for cuddling too much

more of like putting your head on a friends shoulder so you can see the tweet their showing you

but they do like to hold hands

holding hands isn’t very intimate but it's also just such a sweet comforting thing

she even holds your hand when you guys are out walking around

like if you guys were getting food somewhere (post-covid of course)

you most likely would get addressed as a couple

and he would just be like”...wut?”

it’s happened so many times at this point you just go along with it

“you guys look like such a cute couple!”

“oh we aren't-” “thank you!”

can you tell that i love eret?

p!philza:

phil always has such dad vibes

i feel like the closest he would get to cuddling is hugs and hand holding

even though cuddling isn’t inherently romantic, he is married to kristen

so i fell he would get most of his touch in with her

but with you he’s just so fatherly

hello dadza

whether you have a good or bad relationship with your father, everyone can admit that philza minecraft is dadza

this is such a dad thing, but tries to hold you hand when you cross the street

no matter the age, he just feels the need to protect you

hugs are similar

uses hugs as a way to comfort you and protect you

just so amazing all around

p!tubbo:

tubbo would love cuddling in any way, shape, or form

if you guys are hanging out at like the park or something and lying down

get ready to become this mans pillow

this is really fun to do with your friends but imagine you guys are hanging out in a field type area (with my friends we hand out in the field next to the cemetery but it can be any open grass area)

tubbo would just use your lap as a pillow the whole time

and when you guys were walking back to his house he would sorta drape his arms over your shoulders (assuming he’s taller than you)

he would do the same thing when you guys were sitting in chairs or at a desk

just drapes his arms over your shoulder with his chin on your head

if it's really late and he's tired he’ll just hug you

p!ranboo:

if you thought tubbo is bad, ranboo is even worse

not even really cuddling, he just likes having a sort of skin-to-skin contact

so handholding and laying on top of eachother

if he’s streaming he will legitimately message ou to just sit next to him

so sometimes if he’s just chilling by himself on the smp you’ll end up on his streams

he’ll have you next to him just because he likes be near someone

and so randomly it’ll just be like “chat, a real human is here, behave”

chat does not behave

(they heavily bully him)

he’s pretty clingy but when you HAVE to leave he’ll understand and just be a bit bummed out

holy shit this took me so long-

if you read this whole thing thank you!

[k3rm1e]

a year ago today i made this post and was instantly overwhelmed with how much love it received. everyone treated me so kindly, with me even receiving asks from people i admired.

i don’t watch mcyt much anymore, i still happily remeber this account and all the effort i put into it.

i wanna thank all 821 mood you for following me and liking my posts, even when i have been silent for long periods of time.

maybe i’ll post again, maybe i won’t, who knows.

happy one year anniversary!

with love, kermie <3

[k3rm1e]

wilbur music - cc!wilbur

notes -

dont ask what the fuck possessed me to write again, i watch mcyt on and off but somthing made me want to write this. the lyrinc referenced at the end is 'Annie, I want you to marry me' incase any of yall are unfamiliar

summary -

lonliness sucks. like, alot. wilbur's music is there to get you through it until it becomes too much.

warnings -

swearing and angst

You wish you could say it was innocent curiosity that led you to listen to Wilbur’s song covers at three in the morning. Well, curiosity was a part of it. You wished you could say it was only curiosity that led you to listen to WIlbur’s song covers at three in the morning. In reality, you searched out the channel while laying miserably in bed, wishing for Wilbur to come over, message you, give you a shred of attention, any type of contact. The loneliness ate up your spine, engulfing your mind, twisting your stomach, filling the back of your throat with the taste of stale bread. So, you went to the internet, because what does anyone do nowadays, when they’re sad? They go to the internet to search for a morsel of happinesses someone decided to share with the world. Thankfully, you had Wilbur’s music, his passionate voice, to lull you to sleep over the phone. It was comforting, at first. It was comforting until the ache crawled from your head to your toes, fully engulfing your body, the need for Wilbur, attention, another fucking human being, anything other than this complete and total isolation.

But there was nothing to do. So, you kept listening.

You had known about the Wilbur Music channel, along with the thousands of collections people had posted containing any covers or songs by the man they could find. You started with the channel - the easiest way to get more Wilbur content without having to scroll through playlists searching for songs you’d yet to listen to.

You start with Acolyte - a safe song, one you’d heard before that will not completely destroy like one of the several Crywank songs would. Atleast, that was what you thought. But when WIlbur’s deep voice starts singing, his fingers strumming the guitar, you are completely destroyed yet so very whole. You’ve never been to Ohio, never left the country, but the way he says “gotta get outta Ohio,” almost makes you believe it is a terrible, wretched state. You imagine him talking to you, whispering your name followed by “I want you to marry me,”. You feel composed, complete, in your imaginations. Wilbur is there, just across the phone line, his voice is singing into your ear, and the loneliness rings out a bit less. And maybe, one day, he will ask you to marry him rather than Annie and his sweet words won't just be of your imagination. You exit the app for a moment to text him a ‘goodnight. love you :-)’ and slip off to sleep, not even noting the returning ping of a new message.

It’s good, for a while. You spend more time than ever at Wilbur’s lounging around his house, cooking in his kitchen, sleeping in his bed, doing laundry with him, listening to him play the guitar (and if you happened to make him by Acolyte, that was no one’s business but yours), spending every moment attached at the hip. It was, perhaps, the best two months of your entire existence. And yeah, he goes out to stream and sometimes, so what, he comes back late. You don’t find yourself returning to his covers and remain in the bliss as long as you can.

But, after so many nights, the loneliness stings a bit more. You feel everything crawling back up your spine. And maybe that says something about you, about your codependency issues or your constant need for attention and validation, but fuck it, you were lonely and weren’t to interesting in analyzing your actions and trauma.

After thoroughly scouring all the official channels, you go into the hellscape: YouTube playlists. Several pop up immediately at the search of ‘wilbur covers’. It's almost confounding that you can just search up his name, no Soot, and immediately receive what you were looking for. Granted, there weren;t many Wilbur’s in the world but, still, you expected to find some shit about Charlotte’s Web at the very fucking least. You hit the shuffle immediately and WIlbur’s voice rings out, announcing the song is by Radiator Hospital. It’s different from the original, that's for damn sure. Our Song is loud, with many instruments and a loud voice yelling out the lyrics. Wilbur’s cover is gentler, a caress rather than a barrage. You find yourself almost liking this version more - not to say the original isn’t excellent because it absolutely fucking is - but this is Wilbur. His voice returns you to a calmer state, the way he says “pretty” sends a giddy smile to your cheeks and even if the song’s sad and Wilbur is off fuck knows where, you feel less lonely now. Is voice is honestly fucking bueatiful and you can’t resist smiling with every word.

It is with very little difficulty and very little thought that you type out ‘hnngggg. goodnight. i loveeeee youuuu. ;)))’ and continue staring at the screen, awaiting a response. Bubbles pop up on the screen, followed by a small chime and a message reading ‘oh? guess i better get back soon then. love you too ;)))’.

It is with very little hesitation that you stick your legs up an begin happily kicking, hugging your phone tight to your chest.

It's good again, for a while. Wilbur plays more and more music for you and anytime you request a song and he mentions having made a cover of it already, a flush spreads to your cheeks. You even guest starred in a You Laugh, You Lose, and very quickly losing, but being kept in because chat, apparently, loved you, something you thought was never possible. Now, when ‘wilbur moments’ was lazily searched into YouTube, title containing you name popped up as well (a fact you proudly boasted about to Wilbur after he explained what the fuck it meant). You even had played Minecraft with him on stream once or twice, starting a world where he heavily protected you against mobs while you tended the farms. The first time you saw fanart of your character and your horse, Pebbles, you printed it out and put it on the fridge. Twitter made jokes for that one after Tommy saw it during a visit and found it funny enough to post.

The little world he two of you lived in expanded to include several of yours and WIlbur’s friends. Everything was perfect.

Then the internet got toxic, like it always fucking did. Some people weren’t too fond of you and that wasn’t anything new. In secondary, you were made fun of for anything under the sun. It got to a point where, in the past, you were wary of posting anything online, worried someone would find it and show it to your classmates. It took a lot to open yourself up to Wilbur’s community and show yourself online after so many years of blocking anyone you knew and only having a private account, barely interacting with any content in fear you would be found.

So, no one could blame you for losing it or for the loneliness that re-engulfed you. It just so happened that Wilbur’s music was still a very popular comfort source to you.  So, you scrowled through playlists listening and listening while laying in your bed, curled up under the comforter. And for once, you didn’t skip the Crywank.

It was no surprise when WIlbur found you sobbing your eyes out, clutching your phone to your chest, the strums of GB Eating GB Whilst Listening to GB ringing out across the small room.

“Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you alright?” Wilbur grabbed your head between his hands, brushing your hair away from your face and kissing your forehead.

You knew he cared, obviously. But that didn’t mean his question wasn’t stupid. “Of course, I’m not fucking okay, Wil, I’m literally sitting here fucking crying!” You took a big sniff of snot, rubbing your nose into your sleeve.

He chuckled, fully enveloping you in a hug. “Okay, yeah that as a pretty stupid fuckin’ question. But are you okay with telling me what’s wrong?”

His light strokes on your hair filled you with a warmth you hadn’t felt in over a week and more tears poured out than ever. “I’m really, really, fucking lonely, and your stupid fucking covers are like the only shit that comforts me, which i spropably codependent and shit, but whatever, fuck it, I’m miserable, Wilbur!” You full on sobbed into his chest as he shushed you lightly.

He lightly pulled away from you as you longed for the warmth of his embrace. “I’m so sorry that I haven’t been here. I love you, alot, so much. Please, tell me when you feel like this. I’ll be here, no matter what.”

He grabbed your cheeks in between your hands and you only felt like sobbing more, but held it in. “Okay. I’m really sorry if this is fucking annoying and I probally won’t come to you anytime soon, but I promise I’ll try.”

He smiled down at you, half proud, half sad, “Okay. That’s… that’s good enough for now”

And you didn’t come to him, not immediately. For the next few days you cried a bit less, Wilbur texting and checking in, asking every night if you needed anything and texting you about random anecdotes within his day. Soon enough, you went to him when you felt like literal shit. And things were better - no more old YouTube covers. This time, you got the real deal.

“So, is there anything you want me to play?” He smiled at you from across his bed, your back resting against hsi headboard as he sat at the foot.

“Hmmm…” You pretended to think before proclaiming your very common, highly expected response. “Acolyte. Slaughter Beach, Dog.”

He chuckled. “Hard choice, huh? Thought real heard about that one.” His smile shined and lit up your world.

“Yep, I know it’s not my usual choice, but I decided to change it up a bit.”

He blew out his nose and shook his head before starting the song, his loud voice and proud strokes mixing with your whispers of the lyrics.

Let’s pretend you didn’t cry when he said your name instead of Annie.

[k3rm1e]

MUSTARD MUMMIES WIN FUCK YEAH 🙌🙌🙌

[k3rm1e]

kermie!! welcome back!! i am very glad i decided to check back in on your blog just now!! the skating fic was absolutely adorable and i almost cried because the patches fic was so precious (minus incident on sapnaps hoodie). have a lovely week!! <3 - 🐝

thank you!!! i’m struggling to write again, but i think i’ll post over the weekend. it’s good to see you again, have a lovely week!! :)

[k3rm1e]

i’m gonna start working on a request soon, but it might take a bit because i’m busy with school atm

[k3rm1e]

and now entering - lovejoy brainrot <3

[k3rm1e]

KERMIE THE ICE SKATING FIC WAS SO GOOD

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THANK YOU I’M HAPPY YOU LIKED IT <33333

[k3rm1e]

lately i've been thinking of ice skating a lot so hear me out;

ice skating date with wilbur

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skate date - cc!wilbur

notes -

i will hear you out this is- sabwefb;kdvb ; also sorry this is took a bit, i had an idea for this but then i trashed it so i had to rewrite

summary -

the cold had finally made its way through town and with it, snow. which, of course, meant ice. specifically - ice skating - with your lovely boyfriend, wilbur, who's been flailing to avoid the topic

The first snowfall was early this year. The cold came in with a punch, and the world erupted into song. Light snow pelted the ground nearly every day, but never enough that you couldn't make your daily commute to and from work. It was, quite possibly, the perfect winter.

Along with this, you were filled with the holiday spirit. Little colorful lights were strung above your desk, as well as Wilbur's after you sneaky put them up when he wasn't home. The plain hand towels in the bathroom had been switched for ones with little snowmen detailing on them. A jar of fruity candy canes had taken its place in the middle of the coffee table, along with some chocolate wafers. Hot chocolate powder was always out on the counter next to a bag of mini marshmallows.

Along with your holiday cheer came holiday activities, which Wilbur was not too excited about. "Do we have to go? I mean, it's barely even winter yet, love. Wouldn't you want to wait until we're farther into the season?" Wil had attempted evading your festive plans several times now, only fueling your passion.

"Wilbur. Sweet Wilbur. We are going ice skating, no matter the season. If you want to go later then we'll just go again." You put on a serious face. It was almost like reprimanding a child - you were ten seconds away from adding an 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' into your speech. "I will buy you the most exquisite hot chocolate you could imagine for the small price of £1. I will buy you a trainer if necessary." You couldn't help it. The whine spread into your voice as you practically begged him. "Now please, for the love of God, go ice skating with me." The 'me' was dragged out as you flopped your head straight forward into his chest, feet sliding back. Thankfully, he understand and grabbed you before you could fall face-first on the carpeting.

"Alright, you goof." The light chuckle he spit out was bright. You felt your soul being reawakened and bounced back up, holding his hands and getting on your tip-toes.

"Really! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Your cheering was interrupted as he hugged you from the side. And soon enough, the two of you were on your way to the ice rink.

The teen at the front desk looked done with existence. "Two skates?" She didn't look up from her phone as she aggressively typed, blanket wrapped around her body. You couldn't blame her - it was eleven at night during the tail end of November and blisteringly cold.

"Yes, please. And one of those trainer-walker things, please." You smiled at the cashier with a chuckle. Wilbur paused in pulling out his card to dramatically sigh.

Taking the card, she fine looked up from her device. "A trainer? Alright." She shook her head, running the card through the reader. "Sign this." She held out the receipt to Wilbur as well as his card. "Lockers are off to your left, I just need your sizes and I can give you your skates. Trainers are outside, just grab one from the rack." Taking the receipt, she took your sizes and handed off the skates.

The benches in front of the locker room looked ancient, yet full of life. Small names and messages were carved into the wood, as well as notes written on the lockers. There were small drawings as well, hearts and whatnot. It was a dingy little place, but it was familiar. You and you're family had been coming here since childhood. Somewhere on the gum-riddled underside of these benches were the names of you and your siblings, carved in with your older brother's pocket knife. Shoving the old skates on, you kept your hand a safe distance from the blade.

"So, this is where you were so desperate to go," Wilbur commented. He was lacing up his skates tightly as if they would slide off his foot if he didn't cut off circulation.

"Yes. Do you have an issue?" It was said jokingly, but there was an ounce of hurt from his words. This was important to you. It may be a dingy little shop, but it was tradition. He was your family now and you wanted him to be part of this. Part of you and your life.

"No, of course not." Maybe he knew how you felt or always looked so heavenly, but the smile he sent your way told you that he was part of your life. There was no reason the raise your defenses. "Although, I do have one issue. Why did I pay for a trainer?"

You laughed at the dumbfounded look on his face. "Well, I did say I would buy you one if necessary. It seemed necessary!" He laughed and shook his head.

"Lord, you are absurd. And you haven't even tied your laces yet!" Hopping off the bench and crouching down, he deftly tied your laces. The look o concentration on his face was admirable and for your view only. He peered up at you, a smile. "Are we off now?"

Walking to the rink was always the hardest part. Clutching the wall for support, you both made your way out of the shop and into the outside rink. Grabbing a red plastic trainer, you shoved it through the door. "Oh my Lord." Came Wilbur's exasperated voice from behind you.

"Alright Wilby, a trainer, fresh for you." Fresh, as if the thing wasn't twenty-odd years old.

"Why thank you, love." Stepping into the trainer, he gripped the sides and began running across the empty rink. "AM I DOING IT RIGHT?" He shouted from the other side of the area.

"A bit more like this, I would say." Gliding over, you laughed as you blew ice at him.

"Oh, yeah?" Shoving the trainer across the ice, he grabbed your hands suddenly. You would die before confessing t the small scream you let out.

"I think this is better." He started spinning you in circles, occasionally stepping rather the skating. After a good few moments of spinning, it came to a stop. The abandoned trainer clashed with Wilbur's body in revenge, which also sent you sprawling across the ice. The laughs bubbling out your lips were easy. Your breaths fanned across each other's faces.

Wilbur looked at you, adoration in his eyes. His cheeks were red along with his cracked lips. "I love you." And maybe it was the cold or the impact from the fall, but you swore your heart stopped for a moment as he leaned over your body and gently kissed you.

Later, when the trainer had been put away and you were pulling your skates off, you checked under the bench and smiled. This was a tradition sure to continue.

[k3rm1e]

HEYYY!! welcome back kermie :D if you're taking anons, can i be 📸 anon?

HEY!! and yeah, i’m taking anons. nice to meet you, 📸 anon!

[k3rm1e]

WELCOME BACK!!!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN??

HEY!!!! i’ve been well, how are you doing? <3

[k3rm1e]

bookstore - cc!wilbur

notes -

at the moment i'm not sure how often I'll be posting, but i proably wont post again till atleast monday since i'm going out of town tommorow and can't take my laptop. this was supposed to be something else but i got carried away. also this is pretty much a pre-slash

summary -

finally, wilbur agreed to check out your favorite bookstore. of course, this lead to some very passionate feelings.

cw: swearing

Every day, you made the same trek over to your favorite bookstore to read. The owner, an old friend of yours, let you stay about an hour past closing to get some extra reading in. After a while, Wilbur's curiosity had finally gotten to him. Why did you spend so much in the dingy little shop? So, for once, he tagged along.

"How far away is this place?" Wil's hand was gripped ours tightly as you walked across the pavement. Despite the drab sky, you were in high spirits. Finally, Wilbur would get to see your little book store. It was a big part of you, a place you had grown up with. Even though you knew he would love it, you still felt a slight panic. What if he ddn't like it or found your place trashy? Pushing your worries aside, you focused on reponding to him.

"Not too far, now. You should be just around... here!" Turning the corner, you pointed at a small brick shop with dark windows. From inside you could see the outline of tall bookshelves and chairs, perfect for late-night caffeine and reading. Rushing to open the door, you dragged him in from behind. The bell above the door rang with a familiar clang.

"Hey, mate." The dark-skinned person manning the cash register, David, greeted you with a smile. The owner, Beatrice, had given them a job a few months after you quit. They caught on fast though and quickly adjusted to the ways of the bookstore.

"Hey, David! This is Wilbur, the friend I've told you about. I finally got him to come with me!" For a moment, you forgot the friend you'd told them about was right behind you. Your hand burned in his.

"Oh, yeah. Your 'friend'," They sported a sneaky grin and wiggled their eyebrows suggestively. "Nice to meet you, man. David." Reaching across the counter, they shook hands.

"Wilbur." Sucking in a breath, he turned to you. "Well, give me the grand tour." His smile erupted a wiggly feeling in your stomach, like David's eyebrows.

"Of course, my good sir." You held your chin up like an overly pompous leader and skipped away. Wilbur's chuckle followed you down your chosen aisle. Scrolling through the different sections for some time, you almost didn't realize Wil had released your hand. While you read the description on the inside flap of a collection of short stories, Wilbur abruptly gripped the hand you weren't using. His prior absence felt like a chunk of you had been ripped out now as you held his palm in yours. For a moment you wondered how you had survived without his hand in yours.

His hold tightened on you for a moment, a silent query. 'Are you okay? Is this okay?'

You squeezed back just as tight. Apparently, your attempt ar reassurance worked. His posture immediately bettered and his hand held yours comfortingly, rather than in a death grip. You felt raw, like you had been taken out of your skin. But a good raw, a raw that felt exposed, but seen.

"Short stories?" He peered over your shoulder, reading the title. His hot breath hit the back of your neck. Your heart fluttered, nearly leaping out from your throat. Every breath he released sent you into a bigger frenzy.

The words climbing up your throat were blocked - your throat was so dry, it hurt to speak. Swallowing a lump, you answered him. "Yeah uh, yes. Nirmal Verma."

Your sharp intake of air burned your dry throat. "Let's go pay." You smiled at him. Strained - your heart was lit aflame by his palm in yours and your close proximity to him. You urged to pick at something; your buttons, the hair behind your ear, the hem of your shirt, but your hands found no reprieve.

Arriving at the register, you were met with Beatrice in all her old-lady glory. "Beatrice! I didn't expect to see you today!" She was your mother's former teacher who took her in after an incident with your biological grandparents. Beatrice was more of a grandmother to you than your actual grandparents.

She smiled as she checked the price written on the index card and input it into the register. "Of course I'm here, child! This is my store, after all. Besides, David messaged me. I didn't wanna miss meeting your boyfriend!" Your cheeks warmed as you stuttered out a response.

"NO, no, you've completely misread the situation, I'm sorry, we aren't dating! No, not at all, I'm sorry!" Well, that was what you meant to say, but everything came out in a messy flutter of indistinguishable noises.

Wilbur stepped in, hands waving in front of him. Your arm reached upward, following his. "No, we're not dating. We're just friends, I'm sorry, ma'am."

"That's what they all say..." She sighed, staring daggers at your interlocked hands in the air. "It'll be five, even." She smiled knowingly as he lowered your hands in unison.

"Let me pay..." Rifling through his pocket, Wilbur pulled out his wallet.

"I can pay myself, Wil." You squeezed his hand tighter as a way of saying, 'Let me pay, dingus'.

"No, you took me with you, I'm paying. It's only right." He stared seriously at you before handing the money to Beatrice. He cared for you so much, it hurt.

"Very gentlemanly of you, Wilbur." Beatrice handed him his change. The moment he grasped the money, she tightened her grip and pulled forward. "Treat them well, okay?"

"Of course, ma'am. I never thought of doing any differently. Besides, I'm sure they would have killed me already if I had." Embarrassment rose to your cheeks, as well as endearment. To know Beatrice cared so much about you made you float and the reassurnace that WIlbur knew you an cared for you all the same felt like a tight hug.

"Good answer." Beatrice said goodbye, patting you on the head (She would have gotten Wilbur's head too, if he wasn't "so bloody fuckin' tall, what the hell did your parents feed you?" according to her. That's not to say he isn't tall, no, Wilbur's height is genuinely terrifying. Most people were ants compared to him.

After a few minutes of silence, you tightened your hold on his hand. "So, how'd you like it?" Nervous crept back up your throat. If he didn't like it, you would die immediately. Although, he proabably wouldn't tell you if he hated it. No, he's too nice for that.

"She's a character, that's for sure. But I expect we'll be back soon. Gotta work on those short stories, huh?" He smiled, and you knew whatever you felt for him was bound to end in something lovely.

"Yeah, for sure."

The next late night at the book store consisted of reading and the significant absence of caffeine.

Instead, Wilbur sat right by your side the whole night.

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stressed kitty - cc!dream

notes -

pov i quit my blog because i fell out of fandom but i’m starting to fall back IN so now i’m writing mainly again 🤪

summary -

after a while of talking on and off, deliberating your relationship with him, you and dream finally start to date. you both are more than happy, but patches isn’t too fond of your presence…

cw: poop mention (?), swearing

It had taken a long time for you and Dream to classify your relationship. Close business partners, mentor-mentee, tentative friends, just friends, maybe more than friends? For months, it all seemed to be going nowhere. The on-again, off-again. The I-love-yous and the I’m-sorry's. It all came to a quick close when, in a fit of passion (and extreme drunkenness), you confessed to Dream. All the feels we’re on the table, thoughts lined up for his full examination. In the morning, when it appeared you had remembered your, activities, he confessed right back.

Quicker than expected, your relationship had been classified: partners. Which, of course, meant meeting one of the most important beings in Dream’s life: Patches.

“So, I’ve already been leaving a few of your things around the house so she could get used to your scent.” Dream smiled at you from ear to ear. Clearly, Patches was an important part of his life and you couldn’t have been happier to meet her. “Just in case anything goes bad, I do have some treats we can calm her down with. The little rascal loves treats.” Sticking out from his front hoodie pocket was a bag of cat treats, sealed in a scent-proof bag.

“Babe, calm down. I’m sure she’ll love me. Didn’t it only take her a day or two to fall in love with Sapnap?” If it was anyone else, the constant fretting would annoy you to no end. But this- this was Dream. Somehow, just about everything he did was endearing. Slightly aggravating, but cute nonetheless, like a cat.

“Yeah, but still.” He dragged the end off still out, leaning his head forwards onto your shoulder.

“Oh, stop whining you big baby.” Lightly slapping him on the back, you pushed him off you. “C’mon let’s go meet the little kitty of yours. I’m dying in anticipation over here!” To anyone else you probably seemed sarcastic. In reality, you were bursting in enthusiasm. Patches was a big part of his life, beloved by friends and fans everywhere. The cat could probably beat him in a popularity contest. She deserved the win.

“Ok, but don’t just rush up to her. We need to let her approach you on her own terms, alright?” His playful expression turned serious. You almost laughed but knowing how important this was to him, you held it in.

“Alright, I got it. I’ll be gentle, don’t worry yourself. I don’t want to see your pretty little face scrunched up from anxiety.” At this, his face turned red and scrunched up. A laugh bubbled out of your lips as you pushed him forward. “Go!”

He unlocked the door with a sigh. “Don’t be so cheesy…” His complaints fell on silent ears though. Through the open crack of the door, you could see Patches rushing toward the door, Dream hoisting her up.

“Hey, kitty! Did Sap take care of you while I was gone?” You were almost shocked he didn’t refer to himself or Sapnap as Patches’ daddies. The baby voice you expected him to speak to her in was present as he cooed to her. “Look, baby, this is my friend. You’ve probably smelt them around the house…” Calling your name, you walked slightly forward.

He smiled at you encouragingly. The look on his face was enough to start butterflies in your stomach as if he were a childhood crush. You loved this man and his stupid smiles.

Smiling down at Patches, you slightly waved at the cat. Even you were a sucker for this creature. Not enough to speak to her in a baby voice, though. “Hey, Patches. Nice to meet ‘ya.” At your voice, her eyes widened in shock. Her firm began wriggling in Dream’s arms, like a tiny worm.

“No! Patches!” She kept from his arms and into the house. Chasing her down the hall led the two of you to Sapnap’s room, Patches sat atop a pile of folded clothes. Beneath was a lump of, uh, cat excrement, and a guilty but terrified expression upon her face.

From behind the two of you, Sapnap yelled out a “What. The. Fuck.” Dream snapped around. His face was covered in guilt and concern for his cat.

“Sapnap-.”

“WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR CAT POOPING ON MY FAVORITE HOODIE????” Dream’s hands were held up in a mock defense as Sapnap screamed in his face. Patches, alarmed by the yelling, ran to her father.

Dream quickly rushed to cradle the terrified kitty in his arms. “Quiet, man! She’s scared, it’s not her fault!”

Sapnap slammed his face into his palms. A sigh poured out his lips. If it wasn’t so funny, you might have felt sympathy for the kid. “Dream. You are cleaning my goddamn hoodie immediately or I’ll delete your Minecraft account.”

“Understood.” Dream nodded before turning to you. “Right, well, this is my partner. Uh, I guess Patches isn’t too fond of them at the moment.” When his awkward chuckle was met with no reactions, he cuddled Patches closer to his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll clean this up.”

Sapnap turned to you. “Yeah, hi. Sorry that this was your introduction to me.” A grim smile was upon his face. “I am much nicer than this, believe me. So is Patches. I’m Sapnap, but I’m pretty sure you knew that.”

You told him your name as you shook hands. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re all different than we are right now. Lots of nerves present at the moment.”

Dream came back, a plastic bag in place of Patches. “So, I’m gonna clean this up really quick, after do you wanna maybe play some games or something?” This time you couldn’t help but chuckle at his obvious nervousness.

“Yeah, I’ll go wait by your PC.” The release of air that came when he smiled was completely welcomed. Dream cared so much for you, always worrying how you were feeling. It felt nice to be cared for. Especially by him, who was so majestically beautiful. Sometimes you thought he wasn’t real. He couldn’t be, not with how good he was. But he was real and he loved you and that was enough.

Sapnap looked between the two of you, lost in each other. “Weirdos. I’m leaving now! Have fun cleaning, Dream! Make sure to throw it in the wash!” You jumped just from his voice. Heat rushed to both your faces as you awkwardly stammered together and departed.

Sitting in his gaming chair, you rolled back and forth. Upon further inspection of the desk, you saw a collection of photos. Most with family or friends he’d met with over the years. A photo strip from a photo booth stood out. The first image was the two of you, his arm draped over your shoulder. The second was your hands intertwined in the middle of the camera. The third was him placing a kiss on your cheek as you patted his head. The fourth was him full-on kissing you. God, you loved him.

For the next few weeks, Patches remained nervous and jumpy around you. Thankfully, there were no more poop incidents. Instead, every time you came near her, she ran off. But, for the first time, she had run up to you on her own, immediately begging to be held.

Within a week, she cuddled you every night.

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