#couple all that together and you've probably got george calling him by his name at least *sometimes*

[doctorbrown]

I think any time anybody calls Doc Emmett—you know, his name—over the formal Doctor or Doctor Brown, it throws him for a loop.

And not always in a bad way; it's just surprising. Like oh, people remember I have a name and they use it. Wow. Doc's not so deeply attached to his title where he'll get fussy if someone calls him Mister Brown, for example, but save for Clara in canon and maybe Lorraine and George in the LP timeline later on, given that I personally think they have a closer relationship with Doc compared to the one they (didn't) have in TP, nobody particularly calls him by his name, Emmett.

If Doc makes the effort to correct one of his peers in a way that doesn't have an underlying reason behind it, emphasising that it's Doctor Brown, then that's absolutely a sign that his opinion of you is startlingly low and he won't tolerate kindly being called anything else. It's a distant, strictly formal relationship.

He does still appreciate the nickname Doc, though, and always will. And it's always amusing if/when someone else chooses to call him Doc (he allows this if he likes the person, why not?) because he'll always be reminded of Marty suddenly calling him that for the first time.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 8

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖆𝖉 three friends: Hermione, Harry, and Ronald who I now called Ron. We studied together, ate together, and visited Hagrid together. We worked together in Herbology (unless I worked alone). Ron and I had a mutual polite friendship. I still hadn't forgiven him for his harsh words with Hermione, though I knew in the end they were going to be great friends.

Once it started getting colder, Quidditch season started. Hagrid was defrosting brooms every morning and if I didn't have a class, I would bundle myself up in my jacket and boots, and brave the cold to help him. It wasn't easy work, but I felt satisfied every time that I set a defrosted broom aside. At least, until my fingers started to go numb.

I started going into the forest, speaking and learning with the centaurs, only once a week now. It was just to cold for me to go more than once.

One of the good things about having Harry and Ron as friends was that there was more laughter now. With Hermione, it was mostly studying, though I would make a few jokes, but Ron loved to make jokes, and it made my life a bit more delightful.

Three other friends that I really hadn't expected to make were Fred and George Weasley, and Lee Jordan. They wanted to know if I was smarter than Hermione, and as a challenge, they would give me a random spell they were learning in the third year, and see if I could do it. Nine times out of ten I was able to do it- after a couple of tries. If I couldn't do it, I practiced it on the side and when I finally mastered it, I would show them.

Fred and George were also on the Quidditch team and sometimes they invited me to come down after their practices, and we would race on the brooms. I loved flying, probably something I had gotten from James side of the genes, considering he had been a seeker.

My extra tutoring with Professor Flitwick was helping me learn more in class, and soon I was even ahead of Hermione. Even though I knew there wasn't really a competition, I wasn't really competing against Hermione, I had this rushing feeling that I had to know everything. And with Fred, George, and Lee's challenges, I was moving farther ahead than everyone. At least in Transfiguration and Charms.

All in all, everything was going very well. Well, except for Astronomy. I wasn't doing horribly, just an EE instead of an O grade. But that was a sore in my thumb. I hated not having all O's. I supposed I'd just have to work harder.

Everyone was getting excited for the first Quidditch game of the season. I was hyped as well. It had been leaked- though I'd known long before- that Harry was the new Gryffindor Seeker. There were mixed opinions about this new conundrum.

At the same time, I was very worried about the upcoming match because of a concerning vision that I had seen part of. I was foreseeing the broomstick that Harry was riding trying to chuck him off. Sure, in my vision Harry managed to stay on until the broom stabilized, but still, there was always the off chance that my vision wasn't right, right?

The morning of the Quidditch match, I left the Hufflepuff table to sit with the Gryffindors.

"You've got to eat some breakfast." I said to Harry, sliding him over a plate of bacon as I sat down. He just looked at it. He looked like he was going to be sick.

"I don't want anything." He said, putting his hand on the plate like he was going to push it away but didn't.

"Just a bit of toast." Hermione tried to persuade him next.

"I'm not hungry." Harry said.

"Harry you need you're strength. Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team." Seamus said, plopping ketchup on his sausages. I wrinkled my nose. What horrible taste buds.

"Thanks Seamus." Harry said dejectedly, but I laughed, hoping Harry would lighten up with humor. I grabbed my own plate of eggs and sausage and ate in front of Harry, telling him all the while about what he was missing out on. He finally choked down some toast and I felt that I had done a good job with it.

Harry soon left after to join the team. Fred walked by with George and Oliver Wood. He looked over and winked at me. I rolled my eyes and shouted, "good luck." to them. They didn't need it, they were gong to win. Of that much I was sure.

Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Dean, and I all walked out to the Quidditch stands. We were up nearly 300 feet in the air, probably higher. We sat on a wooden bench, clutching our scarves and hats around us to keep warm. My yellow and black Hufflepuff colors stood out among the gold and scarlet of Gryffindor.

I watched the players walk out onto the field. Madam Hooch was talking to them and I watched Oliver shake hands with Marcus Flint. Oliver was handsome, whereas Marcus looked a bit like a troll. Actually, thinking about it, he looked like someone that I'd known in elementary school. I think his name had been Michael or something like that.

They mounted their brooms and Madam Hooch tossed the Quaffle in the air, starting the game. The minute Angelina Johnson took the ball, Lee was jabbering away into his magical microphone in the commentator's/teacher's box.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too- "

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor." Jordan said dismissively. I giggled. I loved Jordan's commentary. It was good to have humor in such a fierce, tense, competitive sport.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve- back to Johnson and- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes- Flint flying like an eagle up there- he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and- OUCH- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger- sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which-nice play by the Gryffindor Beater anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes-"

Suddenly Lee's voice seemed to disappear and a different voice came into my head. "Keep an eye on Quirrell, won't you Severus?"

I gave a start, hearing the words in my head. It was Dumbledore's voice. I wasn't exactly sure who he was talking to, but I looked over at the teacher's stands. They were all too far away to make out if Quirrell was doing anything or not.

Who was Severus? It had to be the first name of one of the teachers. I thought about the name long and hard, trying to put a face to the name. Hadn't Dad mentioned the name Severus in one of his letters to me?

Ron and Hermione's voices broke my thought process, "Hagrid!"

I glanced up and smiled at Hagrid who was trying to sit down on the small benches. I scooted over, bumping into Dean, and Hermione also scooted over, closer to me. Ron scooted the other way so Hagrid was between the two of them.

"Bin watchin' from me hut," Hagrid said, patting a large pair of binoculars. "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the snitch yet, eh?"

Ron went to answer him and I tapped Hagrid on the arm, "Can I borrow the binoculars for a moment?"

He handed them to me and I looked over at the teachers stands. Snape looked tense and bored at the same time. His black hair curtained his face so that he had a good view of Quirrell out of the corner of his eye. He was the one whose first name was Severus. Severus. Severus Snape. I smiled, it had a nice ring to it. Then, I got back to business.

McGonagall was sitting closely to Lee in case she ever needed to grab the mic out of his hands. Quirrell looked nervous, his eyes darting around. Dumbledore wasn't even in the stands so I wasn't entirely sure if he was even talking about now or later. Or for what. Why did someone- Professor Snape- need to keep an eye on Quirrell? Did Dumbledore suspect Quirrell had gone after the stone? If so, why hadn't he done anything about it? What did Dumbledore know?

"Slytherin in possession," Lee continued, "Chaser Pucey ducks two bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the- wait a moment- was that the snitch?"

Adrian dropped the Quaffle, distracted by the flash of gold that flitted past his ear. Harry must've seen it as well because he dived down after it. The Slytherin chaser, I forget his name, chased after the snitch as well. I clutched Hermione's arm as Harry gained on the snitch until-

WHAM! I yelled out with the rest of the Gryffindors in rage as Marcus Flint flew in front of Harry's broom. Harry smashed into him, and his broom spun off course. I could tell Harry was holding on for dear life. Or maybe I could just feel it.

"Foul!" The Gryffindors around me were screaming.

Madam Hooch was speaking very angrily with Flint but I looked away, distracted by Dean Thomas who was shouting, "Send him off ref! Red Card!"

"What are you talking about, Dean?" Ron asked, confused though I knew exactly what Dean was talking about.

"Red card!" Dean spit out furiously, waving his hands like a maniac. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game."

"But this isn't soccer, Dean!" Ron said, exasperated. Ron had a point too. After all, this was Quidditch. The player's could get away with murder and they'd still be on the team- at least until after the game was over. You couldn't just have the players off the team (unless, you know, the games went on for longer than a day). Hagrid started arguing for Dean's side, but I listened in to Lee instead.

"So- after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall growled.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-"

"Jordan, I'm warning you-"

I couldn't help but laugh at Lee and Professor McGonagall, even though I knew something even worse was coming up for Harry. I kept darting my eyes upward, trying to see when it would happen. Somehow, I knew that I would know before it happened.

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor in possession." Lee says sarcastically and I grin, though I kept my laughs in this time.

I kept my eyes on Harry now, the minute he was going to dodge that bludger. . . and he dodged the bludger. I tightened my grip on Hermione's arm. He looked like he was doing Muggle bull riding, just on a really skinny bull. It kept bouncing him up and down. Looking through the binoculars, I saw his knuckles were white from gripping it so hard.

Hagrid grabbed the binoculars from my hands and looked through them, pointed up towards Harry. "Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing. If I didn't know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom. . .but he can't have. . ."

I took the binoculars back and watched as his broom started doing barrel rolls, over and over until finally, Harry fell, hanging from the broom with only one hand.

"Did something happen when Flint block him?" Seamus asked in a loud whisper.

"Really need to work on your whispering skills Seamus." I retorted out of the side of my mouth.

"Can't have. Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic- no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand." Hagrid said, his voice shaken.

Hermione grabbed the binoculars from my hands and I gritted my teeth. Didn't anyone understand that there was this word called 'please'?

"What are you doing?" Ron asked, looking very gray-faced.

"I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Snape-look."

Ron looked through the binoculars and passed them back to Hermione who handed them back to me. I pressed them quickly to my eyes and looked at the teachers stands. Snape was muttering under his breath, his eyes locked on Harry's broom. I moved the binoculars up where Quirrell was also sitting, in the same pose as Snape. His eyes, locked on Harry and his mouth moving. Obviously, he wasn't stuttering.

"He's doing something- jinxing the broom." Hermione said, apparently not having noticed Quirrell.

"What should we do?" Ron moaned.

"Leave it to me." Hermione said, squirming her way past people in their seats.

Fred and George were now circling below Harry, hoping to catch him if he fell as every time they'd tried to get up to him, his broom had flown higher into the air. Flint grabbed the Quaffle, scoring five times, but no one seemed to have noticed, everyone's eyes fixed on Harry's.

Why weren't the Professors doing anything? Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Sinistra. Why did none of them try anything? Only Professor Snape was doing something and he obviously was fighting Quirrell's curse. But still, why wasn't an adult doing anything? Why was it in mine and Hermione's hands? We were eleven years old! Blimey the way Wizarding school works!

I found myself following Hermione, and we ran down the steps, and then through the inner-workings of the stands. There was some uneven pathways and holes, and we had to maneuver ourselves through it quickly. Not to mention ducking under the beams that held up the stands. I really hoped they were magically reinforced because they looked rather unstable.

"Hermione!" I called after her. She just quickened her pace, and I couldn't say a word about it possibly being Quirrell, because I was gasping for breath as we ran, sprinting towards the other end where the teachers stands were.

Finally, we were under the teacher stands, directly below Snape. Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at Snape's robes. Blue flames leaped upon his clothing and I jumped back. I pointed my wand up towards Quirrell's robes, and lit them on fire while she wasn't watching.

I heard Quirrell yelp and Hermione was scooping the blue flames off of Snape's robes into a jar and then scooped the flames off Quirrell, shooting me an annoyed look. I stuck my tongue out at her behind her back. I had to cover all the bases and really, I could've scooped the fire up myself!

We hurried back to where we had been sitting before, this time I was in the lead. Hermione and I stopped, looking up to see if our job had worked out.

Harry was racing down towards the Quidditch pitch and then he pulled up into a clean straight wave. Jumping to his feet, he rode the broom like a surf-board reaching out for the golden-snitch. He moved his foot the wrong way and he fell forward, tumbling forward and doing multiple somersaults on the ground.

He swallowed the snitch, I thought calmly as the crowd gasped in horror and shock.

He had tumbled forward to where he was now sitting up. He held his hands in front of his mouth. Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth. I watched, amused, as he coughed up the golden snitch, waving it around, and getting to his feet.

Gryffindor had won one hundred and seventy points to sixty.

Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were in Hagrid's hut where Hagrid was making tea, bustling around his tiny kitchen pulling out mugs and a kettle.

"It was Snape." Ron said to Harry, "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish." Hagrid said, and I privately agreed with him. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I looked at each other. I knew, of course, Harry's theory about Snape trying to get past the three-headed dog on Halloween night. I, of course, knowing that Snape had actually stopped Quirrell from doing so, kept silent. I wasn't about to tell them since I knew (somehow for some reason) that they shouldn't know yet.

"I found out something about him. He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding." Harry said, after exchanging a look with Ron and Hermione.

Hagrid dropped the teapot. It smashed into bits on the floor, sending blue and black pottery pieces everywhere. I leapt up and pointed my wand at it. "Reparo."

"How do you know about Fluffy?" Hagrid asked, not bothering to pick up the tea pot. I levitated it back onto the table and then picked it up, and went to the sink to fill it back up with hot water. I stuck another tea bag into it, disposing of the tea bag that Fang was sniffing on the floor.

"Fluffy?" Ron asked, sounding revolted.

"That thing has a name?" Hermione squealed.

I set the kettle down to boil. I kept my face, facing away from them. There were multiple flashes happening in my mind again and I squeezed my eyes shut as a burning pain echoed in the place where my locket was set against my skin. Harry looking in the mirror, seeing our family. The red stone again. A dead unicorn. Firenze the centaur, carrying Harry on his back. (Oh, the centaurs weren't going to be happy about that). The night sky, Mars was looking bright. (That was a bad sign).

"Yeah- he's mine- bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year- I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-" Hagrid broke off quickly and I pulled the kettle off the stove, filling the mugs with boiling tea.

"Yes?" Harry asked, obviously eager to find out what Hagrid was going to say. I knew it was the red stone. . . but what was the stone called? I couldn't just tell them it was a red stone. The red stone could be anything: A ruby, dragon stone, dragon glass. . . anything! Things we didn't even know the names to! I wondered if there was a book of red things around.

"Now, don't ask me anymore. That's top secret, that is." Hagrid said gruffly, quickly taking a sip out of his large mug.

"But Snape's trying to steal it!" Harry said, trying to sound convincing. But really, I thought, eager as I was for adventure, it really wasn't our business, was it?

"Rubbish. Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothing' of the sort." Hagrid said, brushing off Harry's concerns.

"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" Hermione asked Hagrid defensively, "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him."

I interrupted before Hagrid could. "Quirrell also wasn't taking his eyes off Harry, Hermione. How do we know that it wasn't Quirrell?"

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer both wrong!" Hagrid said before Hermione could answer me. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn try an' kill a student! Neither would Quirrell fer that matter. Now, listen to me, all four of yeh- yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicholas Flamel-"

"Aha! So there's someone called Nicholas Flamel involved, is there?" Harry said, smiling triumphantly.

I shook my head, turning away. Hagrid looked furious with himself.

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[huneekrispee]

Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Wide Awake-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Here’s Pt. 2 bitches. I hope you all enjoy ! Also, please go support and follow @notphilosopherstudentblog​ because she helped me out with this because she’s so intelligent. <3

Btw Title is based off Katy Perry’s song Wide Awake

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.5k+

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It was early. Too early for Y/n to be crying. But her she was, sitting in bed, clinging to one of Clay's old shirts. In the past, it was normal for her to steal a couple of his belongings. It was typical of Y/n to invite herself into his closet, taking whatever she wanted to wear, whenever she wanted. But now it just felt wrong.

There were only a few items left Y/n had that were his. She never washed this shirt, she had only worn it once. She could still remember the day she stole it.

"Y/n, you've got to be kidding," Clay turned in his desk chair. She had just walked out of his closet wearing an oversized grey t-shirt. "You're seriously going to leave me with five pieces of clothing."

She shot him a playful look, taking a moment to admire herself in the nearest mirror. "I'm sorry Mr. 15 million subscribers. You can always buy more clothes with all that money."

"Fine... it looks better on you anyway."

She had spent the rest of the day in his shirt. And by the end of the day, the scent of his laundry detergent was strong. For an odd reason, the t-shirt had spent weeks in the back of Y/n's closet, untouched. At least, until this morning.

All night she was toss and turning. It seemed impossible for her to get a moment of sleep, her mind had been racing. The only reason she wasn't able to sleep was because of one person; Clay. Their fight had played over and over again in her mind.

'But Y/n, I really do love you.'

There were so many different ways the night could've ended. But it was her fault it ended how it did. If only she hadn't asked for him to step out of the stupid restaurant with her. She didn't need to make a scene, but she still did. This was all her fault.

The sound of her phone buzzing had pulled Y/n away from the piece of fabric in her hands. Looking down at her nightstand, she glanced at the electronic. Wilbur was calling. With a sigh, hesitantly she reached for the phone.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

The brunette bit his lip at the sound of her voice. He could tell she had a rough night. "Are you doing alright?"

"I'm..." she paused, looking down at the shirt in her lap. "Yeah, I'm doing better."

"That's good to hear," For some odd reason, he was pacing. It wasn't normal for him to pace back and forth. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a set of brown pants with a creme button-up shirt. A pair of glasses rested on his face as he spoke. "George and I were hoping to go get some breakfast. Do you think you could show us somewhere good?"

"Yeah, I'm up for breakfast. What about Nick and Clay?" If Clay was coming, she didn't know what she'd do. There would be tension, but maybe she could find a way to patch everything up between them.

"Nick's going over to Clay's. They wanna have a bit of time together."

"Oh, okay... when do you guys wanna meet up?"

"Maybe 30 minutes to an hour?"

"An hour it is."

Before preparing to go out, Y/n had texted Wilbur a location point to meet up. It was a nice restaurant located in town, it had always been one of her favorite places to eat. George and Wilbur had gotten a table outside, it was nice out for a day in Flordia.

"Do you think she's gonna do it?"

Wilbur glanced across the table to George, "Honestly, probably not." He let out a sigh, " hope she agrees. I really do. But it's gonna be hard for her to let go. I just think it'd be better if they got some time away from each other."

"You're right. As good of friends they are, they need a break from each other." They both knew it wasn't a good idea for Y/n to stay in Flordia at the moment, she needed a moment away from Clay. So Wilbur had come up with an idea to get Y/n to take a break.

"What do you think of Elise?" Changing the subject, George leaned back in his chair. It was rare for Clay's girlfriend to come up in conversation. She seemed like such a touchy subject in the group. She was definitely a sweetheart, but it seemed like she appeared out of nowhere. The group had been planning future Dream SMP roleplay on a Discord call. It had been so brief when Clay mentioned her. 'Hey guys, I just wanted to mention I started dating somebody.' It was smart of George to hold his tongue because of what else Clay had to say. 'Her name is Elise and she's 19.'

Most of the group had expected Clay and Y/n to end up together. They were best friends who lived in the same town. There was constant flirting going on between them. And not to mention Y/n had always been there to support Clay through the bad and good.

"Hey, guys!"

Both of the British men were pulled out of their thoughts by the sound of her voice. Y/n was quick to take a seat by Wilbur. "Have we ordered yet?"

"No actually, we've been waiting for you." George fixed his posture, his classic grin appeared on his face. "Got any recommendations for drinks?"

"My go-to has to be a mimosa and the eggs benedict."

The knock came as a surprise, but there were a lot of surprises happening this morning. Clay had woken up earlier than usual. Naturally, he'd get up around 9 or 10, but today he woke at 7. He couldn't go to bed for a few more hours, his mind wouldn't quit racing with thoughts. He had ended up skipping breakfast, he wasn't hungry today. It was normal for him to eat something, he always woke up starved. The early knock was the cherry on top of the cake of the surprises happening today.

"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" Clay glanced behind his friend, looking for any sign of the rest of his friends. Originally, they had planned to meet up later that afternoon at his place. "I thought you were coming by at noon?"

Nick stood on the porch, burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was early in the morning, yet it was already warm outside. "Yeah, sorry I didn't ask if I could come by earlier. I just wanted some time alone with you."

"Cool, make yourself at home," Stepping aside, the blonde opened the door a bit wider for his friend. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I was planning to clean up before you guys showed up."

The pair had made their way to Clay's living room. It was nice, but still a bit messy just as he said. As the blonde began to pick up after himself, the pair had a bit of small banter.

"Is Elise gonna come by this afternoon?" Nick watched as Clay picked up a couple of items sitting on the coffee table.

"Uh, no. I think she had work today."

"Oh, what about Y/n?"

Clay tensed, pausing for a second. She had been on his mind a lot since the last time he saw her. The way she looked at him... it hurt. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. This morning she was all he could think of. He missed her good morning texts, the way she'd update him about little situations happening in her schedule, when she would randomly face time him just to say: 'I wanted to see your stupid face because I missed it.'

"I... she's not coming."

"Why's that?"

"You know why, Nick." Clay let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch. He didn't know what he could do, he was the one who messed everything up. If he tried to apologize, he might even piss Y/n off even more. She had always been a hardass about being hurt or betrayed, it was hard for her to give people a second chance. "I don't even think she knows we're all planning to meet up later today."

"Dude... it's weird seeing you two like this. It feels wrong." The two friends looked at one another, it seemed like Nick could tell exactly what Clay was thinking. 'It is wrong.'

"I miss her. But I was also the one who fucked everything up by ignoring her for weeks."

"Why'd you even do that?"

"Because I fell in love with her. I was scared she didn't feel the same. So I distanced myself and looked for someone to start a relationship with.  That's why I met Elise."

"Clay... you're an idiot."

"I know."

Turning, Wilbur looked at Y/n. She was halfway finished with her meal. Everything was going great, she seemed so happy just to be able to talk with two friends. It seemed like the best time to spring the idea on her.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Wilbur?"

He bit his lip, glancing at the man sitting on the other side of the table. George gave a brief nod, knowing what was going to happen next. "George and I had an idea we'd like to share with you."

"What is it?"

"You know how you've been talking about how you've always wanted to visit us in London?"

"Yeah..."

Wilbur paused, looking back at George for a second. "Well, we were thinking... I have a free room in my place. Why don't you spend one of two months with me just to see how you like London?"

Y/n's face lit up. "That sounds great, Wilbur. I... wow. That sounds so fun!" She paused, her smile disappeared. "But what about my house? I can't just abandon it for a month."

Wilbur bit his lip, 'Shit.'

"Clay can stop by once a week, just to make sure everything's fine. I'm positive he'll do it for you," George was quick to jump into the conversation. As soon as he mentioned Clay, Wilbur shot him a look. Y/n tensed at the sound of his name.

"Listen Y/n, you don't have to do it. Just keep the idea in mind, you can give me an answer before George and I leave."

"Okay..." Y/n bit her lip, looking at her food. She knew the only right answer was yes, but it was going to be hard to talk to Clay about this. "I think... I think I wanna do this. I wanna go with you guys."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but... just give me some time to think it over."

"We're always here for you, Y/n. No pressure." Wilbur placed a hand on Y/n's. He wanted her to come to London, everything would be better. He cared a lot about Y/n, he really did. He just wanted to see her happy.

"I just want her to be happy," Clay let out a sigh, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes skimmed over what there was, he had gone grocery shopping the other day to plan for today. He still wasn't hungry.

"Everything's gonna get-" Nick paused, he was interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone ringing. There was a moment of silence as the blonde closed the refrigerator, approaching his phone on the kitchen counter.

"It's Y/n."

"What?"

"Do I pick it up?" Clay glanced at his friend.

"yes, yes, yes! Do it!"

Clay was quick to pick up the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Clay."

"Hey, Y/n."

"Do you..." she paused, "Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Yeah, I can talk." Clay leaned against the counter, listening to her intently. It had only been a few days, but he missed her voice. He could tell she was down.

"I know this seems like the wrong time to be asking for favors and everything, considering everything that has happened this last week. But... I need your help with something." She paused again. He could tell she was hesitating, as though something was keeping her back. "I think I'm gonna be gone for a while. And I just need someone to check up with my house every couple of days. Could you do that? It's fine if you don't want to, it was a stupid idea of me to ask you anyways-"

"No, yeah. Of course, I'll check up on your house for you, Y/n." He was quick to cut her off. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she couldn't turn to him for help anymore. "And it's not stupid of you to ask me. I'll always be here if you need something or need help."

She scoffed, "You weren't there for me these past few weeks." She stopped herself again for the third time. "I'm sorry, that was really bitchy of me."

"I deserved it," he could only chuckle. Y/n was still herself. "But yeah, is there anything else you need... or want to talk about?"

"I... no. No, that's it. I guess I'll talk to you... eventually."

"Alright," Clay fought back the urge to let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll see you." Without saying goodbye, she hung up the phone. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure whether this was a step in the right direction or not.

Staring at the box, Y/n felt herself tear up for the hundredth time this week. This was going to be a hard task to complete, but it was going to help her let go.

Walking around the house, Y/n picked up item by item. Anything that belonged to Clay was going in the box.  A few t-shirts, a couple of CDs she stole, one of his coffee cups. Y/n wasn't even sure how the cup had gotten to her house, but she knew it belonged to Clay. All of her coffee cups matched, all the same color and shape. But... this one cup had shown up in her pantry one day. Every time Clay had spent the night, he'd start the morning off with a cup of coffee, only using that cup.

At this point, Y/n was picking up items that held too strong memories of him. The box had quickly filled, it felt strange. It seemed like she had just lost a chunk of her house. Of her life. This needed to happen. This was the only way they'd be able to keep their friendship.

Y/n had agreed to come to London with Wilbur, she was finally fully on board. Two suitcases sat by her front door as she waited for Wilbur and George to arrive. She would only be in Florida for a few more hours, she needed to give this box back to him. Maybe she could just say screw it, leave it here under her bed, hidden away. So when she'd return she'd be comforted by his shirts and hoodies, she'd listen to his songs and cry.

No. She couldn't do that. If she did that she wouldn't be letting go of everything. Y/n needed closure, it'd be the best for them both and she knew it. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Y/n heard a knock on her door. It was time.

"Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur." Y/n smiled, embracing her friend in a hug as soon as she opened the door.

"George is in the car. We got coffee too." Wilbur looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "You're positive you want to do this?"

"Yes, I need to."

"Alright, then. I'll support you with whatever decision you make." He finally stepped aside, moving to grab her suitcases. Y/n grabbed the box, she had moved it into the hallway before greeting Wilbur. With one more glance, she looked down her hallway before closing the door. As soon as her home was locked up, Y/n had dropped her keys into the box. This was going to be the final step before London. Giving it all back.

George and Y/n greeted each other, Y/n giving him a quick hug before entering the car. The rest of the time, the car ride was quiet. There was obviously going to be tension. On their way, Y/n kept thinking to herself about what she was going to say. What if she fucked it all up? What if they broke out into another fight?

"Here we are."

Y/n sucked in a breath, looking over at the familiar house. This was the final step.

"Y/n, do you need either of us to walk up with you?" Wilbur spoke, he noticed the way she looked at the house.

She shook her head. "No, I got this..." Stepping out of the car, there were only a few words she'd repeat to herself. 'This is the final step. This is the final step. This is the final step.' It felt like it took forever for her to reach his porch.

As soon as she was face to face with the wooden door, she was quick to hit the doorbell. She just wanted to get this over with, fast. A few moments passed, and just as she reached to hit the doorbell again, she stepped back. The door was opening.

"Y/n?" Clay yawned, his hair was a mess. It was obvious she had just woken him up. "What are you-"

"It's time for me to go now. I'm sorry for waking you up. Here are my keys and a few of your items in case you wanted them while I was-"

"Woah, woah, woah." He interrupted her, rubbing his eyes. "Slow down, you're talking fast. You're leaving? Right now?"

"I..." she sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"And this..." he looked down at the box in her hands. "They're all mine?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the whole point." She gave him a look, "Considering the box says your name."

"Alright... thank you," he nodded, carefully picking the box up from her. "How long are you gonna be gone?"

"I'm not sure. I just know I have to go."

"Why?"

"Because of us, Clay. It'd be better for both of us. We need time apart. We have so much going on in each other's lives. I just need a break."

He watched her, she looked close to tears. Without thinking, Clay pulled his friend into his embrace, holding her close. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here."

"Thank you."

The hug was short, Y/n was the first to pull away. As soon as it was over, she muttered a quick goodbye, hurrying back to the car. When the car door shut, Wilbur was quick to jump to asking questions.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You're completely sure you want to do this?"

"I'm fine, Wilbur."

"Alright, I just wanted to check." Wilbur paused, looking out the window. "Y/n, would you mind if George and I said our goodbyes to Clay?"

"Go ahead, I'm not the boss of you."

Sitting in the car alone, Y/n got a moment to catch her breath and stop the tears from forming. She did it. She completed the final step. She could do whatever she wanted now. The moment alone in the car felt short, George and Wilbur were back in the car in what felt like seconds. Only, Wilbur sat in the back with Y/n, George driving by himself.

"You ready, Y/n?"

"More than anything." Y/n looked at Wilbur, the way he smiled at her just felt... good. Looking down, she noticed Wilbur gently grabbing her hand in his. She smiled, things were going to start getting good for her, she knew it.

"Wow okay, now I just feel like a driver for you two." George shot a dirty look in the mirror.

"A bad driver," Y/n grinned at her friend. "Start moving, Mr. colorblind." "If I get a ticket for running a red light, I'm blaming you."

With a yawn, Y/n opened her eyes. She had another good night of sleep, it had been weeks since she had a bad night of sleep. For eight months, she had lived in London. At this point, her house in Flordia was sold to a family of three, and she was no longer flatmates with Wilbur. Instead, she was his girlfriend.

Turning over, she faced the beautiful brunette. He was still asleep. She owed him everything. She was now an influencer because of him, he had helped her set up her YouTube channel and introduced her to the fans. He thought it'd be a good job for her, considering how she was a social butterfly and carry conversations.

Clay and Y/n didn't interact as much as they use to. They'd interact on the Dream SMP and over social media. But it was rare for them to speak in private. The only way their relationship got better was by them distancing themselves. What was a beautiful friendship had turned into an acquaintanceship. Clay was still dating Elise, but it seemed like things weren't going the best and there were signs of him planning to break up with her soon.

Wilbur peeked an eye open, looking at his girlfriend. "Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

Y/n smiled, she knew she was right. Everything got better for her. After all, When the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.

[alphawolfanimates]

Omg I'm so sorry I didn't get to this sooner! Anyway, lets get this started!

I'm going to do the borrower!Dream headcanons first because the Karlnapity one will be a fic and not headcanons.

·Dream is smart when borrowing, but gets a little cocky

·His cockiness will be his downfall

·He studied the human's schedule so well, that he knew the exact minute he would head out to leave each day

·Or, at least, he thought he did

·One day he went out to borrow as usual, assuming the human was already gone, he decided not to check if his car was still there

·So that's when the human came into the kitchen, after waking up just minutes ago and sleeping through his alarm

·Let's just say, neither one of them expected to see the other

·The human, who's name is George, was panicking because 'wtf there's a tiny person in my house' and Dream was panicking because 'I THOUGHT I MEMORIZED HIS SCHEDULE BUT I GUESS I DIDN'T CAUSE HOLY CRAP I WAS JUST SEEN'

·George absentmindedly moved his hand toward Dream, and that took Dream out of the trance he had just been in and he booked it

·He didn't make it very far

·Now he was being held in the human's hands, not sure what to do because he never expected to get caught

·He started shaking, and now George finally realized how fucking terrified Dream must be

·He brought him out to the living room, set him on the coffee table, and apologized for grabbing him without his permission

·Dream was absolutely confused because he wasn't used to humans apologizing

·Soon, they both calmed down, introduced themselves to each other, and got to know each other

And that's all the borrower!Dream headcanons I have! Now let's do the Karlnapity fic :3

Quackity and Sapnap had lived together for about a month now, and they soon realized that their food was being stolen. Not a lot, just a couple crumbs at a time. So they believed it was a mouse. But it wasn't. Unbeknownst to them, a small borrower named Karl lived in their walls, taking food and resources when needed. He made little holes into the cabinets from the walls so he could go from his tunnel to the cabinets with ease. He memorized where everything was in the cabinets because they were always so dark so he couldn't really see where anything was when the doors were closed. So he wasn't exactly expecting to be caught in a mouse trap anytime soon.

He was just borrowing as normal when he decided he wanted something sweet. The humans had these things called "Oreos" that he really liked. So he climbed into the snack cabinet. The second he put his foot down, SNAP! His foot set off the mouse trap. He fell to the floor, in immense pain. He felt his blood drip down his foot. 'Ok, Karl, just breathe. It'll be ok. Just get your foot out before the human's reali-'

He didn't even get to finish the thought

"Hey Quackity, I think the mouse trap went off!" Sapnap called out. "Ok, go check it out, I don't feel like getting up." Quackity called back. "Fiiiiiine." Sapnap said. No no no no no NONONONO! Karl felt his tears fall down onto his hand. To say he was scared would be an understatement.

He saw light flow into the cabinet. Now he could clearly see what happened to his foot. It was bent in an odd way, blood still oozing out. It was definitely broken. He saw the package for Oreos move as Sapnap said "Now let's see what's been getting into our food." The Oreos were moved fully out of the way. They started at each other for a moment before Sapnap yelled "That's definitely not a mouse!" Quackity walked into the kitchen. "What do you mean it's not mous-" Quackity stood there before crouching down to get a better look at Karl.

"Holy shit. What is that?" He asked. Sapnap shrugged in response. Karl hated this. Not only was he extremely hurt, he was being stared at like an exotic animal. Sapnap reached his hand in to grab Karl, so Karl flinched in response. A sharp pain climbed up his leg. He screamed in pain, and the tears started to flow again. A wave of guilt hit Sapnap and Quackity. They didn't realize they were scaring him that bad, and that they probably should of helped Karl sooner. "I am so sorry! I need you to calm down, though. We won't be able to get you out of there when you're shaking like that." Karl didn't even know he was shaking. He managed to stop relatively quickly though.

He felt someone's fingers lightly curl around him. He was still scared, yes, but the human's hadn't done anything to intentionally harm him yet. He just let it happen. Sapnap set him down on the counter, his leg still stuck in the mouse trap. He felt his fingers tighten slightly. "Quackity, can you help me get this off him?" Quackity nodded and hurried over towards the counter. "Ok, I'm not gonna lie to you, this will hurt, but if we keep it on there it won't heal." Karl nodded to show he was listening. "We'll take it off on the count of three." "One.." Karl tensed up. "Two.." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Three!" The mouse trap was taken off his foot. Karl screamed in pain for a second time. Quackity and Sapnap winced, obviously feeling guilty for the pain he was put through.

Karl's hands shot up to his mouth as he started to cry. Sapnap ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, while Big Q stayed behind to make sure Karl was ok. "Hey, it's ok, calm down. Sapnap is getting the first aid kit to help your foot heal better. Breathe." Karl took long, shaky breaths while Quackity rubbed his back with his thumb. Sapnap got back with the first aid kit, took out some bandages, and cut them down to size. He lightly wrapped Karl's foot in them. Karl winced, but let him finish. Quackity was still rubbing his back to keep him calm.

After Sapnap finished wrapping his foot, he picked Karl up and brought him out to the living room, Quackity following close behind. He set Karl down on the coffee table while he and Quackity sat down on the floor next to it. They sat in silence for a little while before Quackity finally said something. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Quackity, and this is my boyfriend, Sapnap." Sapnap waved. "What's your name?" Karl hesitated before replying. "M-my name is K-karl." Quackity and Sapnap smiled softly. "It's nice to meet you, Karl." Sapnap said. Sapnap thought for a second before asking this next question, "How long have you lived here Karl?" Karl replied "About 4 and a half months, I think." Sapnap and Quackity stared in disbelief before Quackity exclaimed "You've lived here longer than we have!" Karl laughed a little and said "Yeah, and I wasn't expecting anyone to move in so soon." The three boys talked for a while after.

Sapnap sighed. "You probably won't be able to go back to borrowing anytime soon, so would you like to stay with us?" Karl looked at him, completely baffled. 'They're not forcing me? They're giving me a choice?' Karl thought for a second before smiling and saying "Yeah, I'd like that." Sapnap and Quackity grinned. "Hell yeah, new roomate!" Quackity yelled. Karl covered his ears. "Right, sorry." Quackity said apologetically. Oh god, Karl was in for a wild ride.

And that was the Karlnapity fic! I think it came out well. Anyway, hope these were acceptable for you, and sorry for not replying sooner.

[heythereangels]

dating harry potter would include

(headcannon)

pairing: harry potter x reader

a/n: i wrote this whole thing already and then TUMBLR DELETED IT! but i'm fine. this is my first headcanon so it's probably shit. but whatever. feel free to give me some more inspiration and request.

warnings: i swear a few times and there's some nsfw content but there's a quick warning before i get in to all that

masterlist

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you've known him since first year

he was pretty intimidated by you ngl

You're a gryffindor (sry if ur not. I'm not but it just makes everything easier)

you really started to become close when you guys hung out at the quidditch world cup

first kiss in 4th year!

before his turn at the first task you go to see him in the tent

you're definitely scared he's gonna die

he pulls you into a tight hug

and in the spur of the moment kisses you quickly on the lips

there's so much stuttering

you're blushing so much

before you can say anything, his name is called

after he defeated the dragon, you kissed him again in the common room

in front of everyone

from then on you were together

you guys are a total power couple

draco flirts with you to annoy Harry

late night talks in the common room

joking around with ron, fred, and george all the time

hermione was a bit skeptical of you at first

she thought that you might be dating Harry for fame or something like that

but she warmed up to you eventually

you both do homework in the library sometimes during lunch

all your friends love Harry

this boy is so awkward around them tho

you meet sirius for the first time in 5th year

he absolutely adores you

you remind him of lily in a way

harry comes over to your house over the summer

you go to all the da lessons

you're actually a really talented witch

like up there with hermione

after the lessons, there's a lot of making out in the empty room of requirement

getting into heated arguments with umbridge

you're a sass queen let's be honest

you and Harry team up in annoying snape

you are always there cheering on harry at his quidditch games

you're friends with people from all the houses

even the slytherins like you (some)

you're really good at potions

And you know harry's like.... not

so you try to tutor him

keyword try

Ok nsfw time

i'll try to be quick

first time in the room of requirement

you both were so nervous

neither of you knew what you were doing

but...

harry was so sweet

he put little candles around the room trying to make it perfect

he asks you if you're ok and if it feels good like every 2 seconds

harry loves risk

like in an empty classroom or the common room at night

if there's a flat surface, harry has probably suggested to have sex on it

you got caught in his dorm by ron and dean one time

you never heard the end if that one

you don't really believe him when he brought up his whole 'draco malfoy is 1000% a death eater' theory

but you try to help him investigate anyway

he absolutely does not want you to go Horcrux hunting with him

he's just so afraid that voldemort will try to hurt you to get to him

you're stubborn so you demand that you go anyway though

when you guys get captured at malfoy manor, bellatrix gets her hands on you

harry has to listen to your screams as she tortures you

it just breaks him

and he blames himself

big hugs and kisses when harry decides that he needs to sacrifice himself

you're both crying so much

saying goodbye to the love of your life is hard all right

standing up to voldemort with neville when you see that harry is indeed dead

you're so overjoyed when you see that harry is alive

harry proposes to you right after the battle

you guys have three beautiful children

that are named something else!

and you just love each other for the rest of your lives and everything is happy

the end

-◇-

[kamosweasley]

I don't want to talk - Part II (George Weasley x Reader)

Description : To read the first part and third part.

Word count : 3.7K

Warning : mention of cheating, angst

It’s been two weeks since George kicked you out. These words may sound too violent for what happened but you really feel like he kicked you out of where you found a home. It's not so much about the apartment, it's above all living with him, being surrounded by his love every day. As cliché as it sounds, you've never felt better than in his arms, and knowing you may never be able to find your way there again makes you feel terrible.

A part of you tells yourself you deserve this punishment and a part tells yourself it’s ridiculous to lose everything (including the person who matters most to you) because you love two people. You mean, okay it’s not common to be in love with two people at the same time but you can't help it, and it hasn't changed your love for George. So losing him would destroy you, because you still love him like a fool and you don't know if you will ever be able to draw a line under the life you had imagined for the two of you. But there's still hope, George sent you an owl to tell you that he wanted to see you tonight after work. He asked you to arrive a little before the store closes so he wouldn't have to wait for you. The tone of the letter was far from warm or enthusiastic but it suits you, you didn't expect him to forgive you so quickly and you will have the opportunity to see him again and discuss all this with him. You're terrified but also full of hope, if he wants to talk to you that means he doesn't just want to leave you and forget everything, right ?

So here you are, in front of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the heart at the edge of the explosion. You were so scared to be late that you arrived an hour early, leaving you looking at the window with undisguised anxiety. You keep nipping your lower lip, your hands are sweaty and you keep fiddling with the ring that George gave you a few years ago. It was to celebrate your coming out of Hogwarts and getting your NEWT's at the same time. He was so happy to offer it to you, even though you had only been together for a little more than a year, he already wanted to offer you everything he could. He gave you so many products from his store, you almost got all the new products just a few days before they went on sale. It was important for him to share this with you and it made you happy he shares with you this passion he has made as his job. By the way, you must have forgotten it in the apartment, you didn't think to take them with you. You should have.

The door opens with the sound of a bell, suddenly taking you out of your thoughts and making you jump. It’s George, with a cold gaze and an annoyed look on his face.

-What are you doing here ? You were supposed to arrive later.

-I was afraid I was going to be late, so I didn't really pay attention to my advance. Sorry about that.

-Come in, you're going to scare the customers by staring at the storefront like that. You look like a psycho.

He moves to let you pass. You enter timidly and you immediately have the feeling of entering hostile territory. Maybe it's because Fred looks at you badly as soon as he sees you come in, making you want to disappear. You've never experienced hostility with twins, it's always been the other way around, even more so when you were the girlfriend of one and the sister-in-law of the other. It’s funny that Fred always acted as if you were a married couple. He was the only one to call you Mrs Weasley, saying it should motivate his brother to ask you. Today you doubt he calls you by his last name as he used to. After all, you break his brother’s heart, you doesn’t deserve any sweet nickname.

-Since you're here, all you have to do is help us organize the shelves, you know how it works.

-Okay, what do you want me to start with ?

-I think there are almost no more love potions on the shelf, there's a whole box of them in the reserve.

He hasn't even glanced at you, already on his way to see a customer. You’re going to get that box when Fred passes close to you, saying the air of nothing that you do not need to steal one of them. You immediately understand what he is implying and you want to tell him to fuck off, that it’s none of his business. But you don't have the courage to argue with Fred when you came to try to patch things up with George. That would be counterproductive and you can't blame Fred for being upset with you.

A few minutes later, you put the bottles on their display, being on your guard. You know Fred well enough to know it's not impossible that he might play a bad joke on you to avenge his brother in his own way. It might even be an opportunity to demonstrate a product to customers, unless you're getting paranoid. You’re just so tired of all of this …

-Hello Y/N.

-Luna ! You surprised me.

-I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. You came to see George ?

-Yes.

-Great, I’m happy to see you both. It's been a long time since I've seen him, and so have you. I haven't heard from you in two weeks. Were you sick ?

It's weird to see her again since the argument with George. Curiously you don't have that odd feeling like all the other times, you just want her to go away before George sees you together. It would probably make him mad, he might imagine you asked Luna to come or she came to try to stop you from talking to him. You have no idea what might be going on in his head but you refuse to waste your chance.

-Kind of. You should go before you get sick too.

-Luna, what a pleasure to see you !

You stiffen at the sound of his voice behind your back, suddenly so warm that his sentence sounds sincere. But he's angry with Luna even though he doesn't let it show. He knows it's ridiculous because it's Luna, she didn't do anything to make Y/N fall in love with her again and she may not even know about it. But he resents her because she took a part of the heart he desires entirely, just for him.

-Hello George. I was telling Y/N that it's been a long time since I've seen you. It's a bit sad, you're good friends and we see so little of each other.

-But you have seen Y/N a lot in the last few months.

-True, but not for the last two weeks. It was as if she had disappeared, I thought she finally asked you to marry her and the two of you have stayed together ever since. It could have been a secret wedding, I think that's your type. But she told me she was sick.

-What ? Ask me to marry her ? Why would she do that?

-Luna !

-Sorry, I thought you talked about it with him.

-You wanted to ask me to marry you?

-I don't think it matters now.

-I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Rolf tells me I should be more subtle when talking to people.

-Who is Rolf ?

-She didn’t tell you ? Rolf is my fiancé, he’s a magizoologist like me. We met at work, he is adorable and very nice. I'm sure he's going to love your products, I came to buy some for him. He's going back to England in a few days.

George feels lost, he had no idea Luna had gotten engaged. If he had known, maybe he wouldn't have been so angry with you, because he wouldn't have thought Luna could dump her fiancé to get back together with you while you were in a relationship. He knows Luna well enough to know she is not that kind of woman, no matter how she feels about you she would have pushed you away and told you to stay with him. She has always been so nice and fair while he feels terribly selfish. 

-Congratulations, I had no idea. It's wonderful news, you have ... have you picked a date yet ?

-Yes, we will soon send out the invitations, you will receive one of course. It will be this summer, dad is very keen on it. Don't hesitate to come in yellow, it will make him happy.

-I take note.

-I'm going to go pay, it's closing soon. It was nice to see you again, feel free to visit me anytime.

The blonde goes to the cashier after a smile. You've never felt so embarrassed in front of George, it was the weirdest conversation and you don't know what effect it had on him.

-Why didn’t you tell me she’s engaged ?

-What difference would it have made ? You said that no matter what happened between her and me, the problem is I had feelings for her again.

-Luna would never cheat on someone, least of all her fiancé.

-So you trust Luna more than you trust me. Great …

-You're not going to get offended when it's all your fault in this story !

-George ! Calm down, the store is not closed yet.

He almost screamed while there were a dozen customers in the store, most of them looking at you waiting for the next part. Can this day get any worse ? It hasn't even been 10 minutes since you walked in and it's only getting worse.At this rate George won't even want to talk to you anymore and you'll have to say goodbye to him forever before the store closes. Resuming his professional appearance, he clears his throat to regain his composure and walks away without a word. Then you go back to what you were doing before Luna arrived, putting the small bottles carefully. You feel tense, it seems like there's not much missing for you to break down and either burst into tears or go crazy. It's like being in the middle of a nightmare, you would give anything to make it stop and wake up in bed with George's arms around you and his breath on your neck.

Lost in your thoughts and anxiety, the closing finally arrives and Fred leaves the store for the apartment above, not without giving you yet another bad look before winking at his brother. Here we are, and you just want to run away.

George comes to you, always with his mask of indifference on. It’s only a facade, you know him by heart and in truth he tries not to show he’s in pain. You're both in pain but you're the only one to show it, that's the game. All means are good to make him understand this separation hurts you and you miss him. You’re sitting on a step of the stairs leading to the second floor, with desperate eyes looking at the ground like a punished child. It's not going to be a piece of cake, he's probably going to say some hurtful words, but everything has to be said and heard.

-What about the proposal ? Were you really going to ask me ?

-I really thought about it, I never lied when I said that I love you and you are the man I want to make my life with.

He says nothing, assimilating this information with difficulty. He's still hurt and angry about what you did, but he feels it's not as he imagined it would be. He thought the moment he threw you out, you had gone to join Luna and since then you had been consoling yourself in her arms. He doesn't doubt your love for him, he saw how you were that night, but he thought you would move on with time, with Luna. He imagined himself learning that you were moving in with her, and the day you were going to get married. It destroyed him from the inside, this image, this perfect happiness that you would live with her when it should have been with him.

-You are the most important person to me, since we have been together for so long, I told myself that I could be the first one to make the proposal.

-Sounds ridiculous …

-You know that I want your kids. We already talked of this, I want 4 children and you, 5.

-Stop it. I know all of this too, but we can't talk of our future anymore. I'm not sure of our couple anymore.

-I understand. But you asked me to come here to talk. I'm trying to make you understand I don't want a future without you. Isn't what I'm supposed to do?

He remains silent, staring at the display of love potions. He stands up straight with his hands in his pockets and again you can't read him. You hate it, feeling like he's already so far away from you when the breakup isn't official yet. You're afraid he won't want you anymore and say it out loud, that he'll move on and make his life with another girl. He would have the right, nothing obliges him to stay with you, but how could you survive it ? He's the love of your life, it's the only thing that's been going round and round in your head for the last two weeks. It's him and nobody else, Luna is nothing compared to him. The tall man sighs and raises his head to the ceiling, you can see that he is chewing on the inside of his cheek. This is not a good sign.

-You understand it changes nothing for us.

-Not even a little ?

-I don't think so.

-Why ? It must change something. We both want to marry each other, we want a home and a family to build together. I told you more than I can remember that I am sorry and I choose you for ever and ever. Why isn't it enough ?

-You're going to get angry now ?

-I do, because I don't understand ! I understand you need time and you're mad about me and you have all right. But I didn't do anything to get her, not a kiss, not a look, not even a word. I never wanted to do anything with her, I was lost in my feelings and you … you say you will never need me again. How I'm supposed not to be angry ?

Tears fill up your eyes, it's kind of unfair of you to put a blame on him for his choice but you can't handle it. This man is yours since so many years, you've already imagined what your future would look like, to the kind of grandparents you would be. You want to live so many things with him, like traveling abroad, laughing at your children's mischief, celebrating your wedding anniversaries in so many different ways, just laughing every day of your life with this wonderful man. He can't take that away from you without you saying a word.

-Everybody makes mistakes, there is such a thing as forgiveness and you have to know how to forgive the people you love. I'm not saying this to make you feel obligated but because I want you to do it, because I still love you. Do you know that saying, "Love cannot be divided, it can only multiply" ? That's exactly right, I didn't take a part of my love for you to give to Luna. It's an old love that has woken up, it's something totally different. It's more like loving a friend very much or wanting the last broom, it’s unreasonable, foolish and not that strong as the way I love you.

-Is that supposed to make me want to take you back ?

-Shut up George ! I’m falling ! There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, and you heard Luna, I haven't spoken to her in two weeks ! I’m ready to do anything for you, to prove you my love !

-And you think that makes you respectable and forgivable ?

It's the most frustrating situation you've ever experienced, it's like talking to a wall. No matter what you say or what you do, he doesn't want to forgive you. This sudden realization makes you cry your eyes out. You refuse to give up your story, but it takes two to make one more, and George is sinking the ship. You don't know what's more powerful between despair and rage, but you're falling apart again. So it's really over ? He asked you to come here to finish you off like this ?

-George, I’m begging you … Don’t do this … Please, don’t leave me …

-I love you from the depths of my being, I was ready to give everything for you. But I can't give you my forgiveness, and above all I know I can't give you back my trust.

-But I don't understand ! I didn't cheat on you, I didn't do anything with her, she doesn't even know what happened ! I ignored her, I left you alone waiting for you to come back to me to talk and try to make things right because we love each other and this story doesn't change anything about OUR story !

-It changed something.

-No it doesn’t ! Maybe you’re afraid and you don’t trust me like before, and again I understand it and accept it. You’re hurt because you feel betrayed, you wanted to be the only one I love and unfortunately this is not the case but you still want me. In spite of everything you feel and what you told me, you still want me to become your wife and to raise a family together. You still want to offer me your newest products in advance and find me every night at the apartment. Because you know as well as I do that we are meant to be together. We survived Umbrage, we survived the war, I was always there when you needed me and you did the same. This love that unites us, it’s different from the one I have for Luna, it’s much more powerful and indestructible. We can break up if that's what you really want, but you know as well as I do that this love will never die. And you'll miss me every day of your life because I'll miss you too. I’ll love you forever, and I can’t do anything against that. 

-You’re cruel. Do you really think I'm happy I have to break up with you ? I'm not because you are ... everything I've ever wanted. I've always felt lucky to have you, I was sure we would make it. I’ll love you forever too and that’s the problem ! I can't escape you while you are hurting me, you will make me suffer all my life because I will have to try to run away from you all my life !

-You don't have to run away. Especially if it means it will make you suffer for the rest of your life.

Neither of you has moved since the beginning, almost like statues with words. You are together on a path that separates into two other paths, and you don't agree on which one to take next. One is clearly a dead end while the other leaves more possibilities. But you can't force George to follow you, if he really wants to stop everything then you'll have to accept it. Even if it breaks both your hearts, you can't stop him from living his life the way he wants. You've already done enough harm, and his feelings will make him suffer for a long time if he chooses to break up, there's no need to add to it. But you're not ready to hear it so you try to save this love story that's falling apart.

-Why can't we at least try to work things out before we break up ?

-If I come back to you, I know I would forgive you and we would go back to the way things were, almost as if nothing had happened.

-And it would be a bad thing ?

-I talked it over with Fred, he told me not to be fooled and not to give you a second chance. He says I deserve better than a woman who can't love only me.

-Excuse me but we don't give a shit about what Fred thinks. He's your brother, your twin, your partner, but he's not the one living your life. You know me much better than he does, you know our history and you know if I'm honest or not.

-So why didn't you tell me about Luna ?

-See where that got us ? As soon as I realized, I was ashamed, and I knew it would lead nowhere because there is only you for me. She has never been an option, least of all when she is engaged and I was hoping we would be as soon. I know, it sounds cheesy and cliché but it's the truth. I just wanted to wait for it to go away.

-By continuing to see her every day ?

-What would you have thought if I had stopped everything suddenly ? And I really thought it was a kind of nostalgia for a time when it was simple and not painful. The more the days go by and the more I'm sure of it, I don't miss her as much as I miss you, her absence doesn't hurt as much as yours. It was stupid to go back to her like that, I know. I’m sorry George. For all of this, it’s my fault. I never meant to hurt you, but I did. And I can never apologize enough for that, I promised you I would never hurt you. I’m really sorry George.

These words ring true in George's heart, yet this is not the first time you have said these words and he already knows everything, even what you didn't say. All you've done is tell the truth you both know, and even if it hurts he can't deny it. This is the moment when he must choose between yes and no. This is the moment when no matter what his twin brother said to him, his heart beats reason. It’s true he has loved you for four years and he can’t see a future without you, that's a pretty good reason to give a second chance. 

-Come on, let's go home.

-What ?

-Come quickly before I change my mind.

Without a word, you get up in a hurry and leave the store to let George close behind. You don't know what to expect, but this opening draws you like a beacon in the night. He lets you come home, which means he wants to try. You feel like you're living again, breathing is suddenly no longer painful, everything seems a little better and a little less sad. 

-You’ll sleep on the couch.

-Okay.

-I promise you nothing.

-That’s fair.

-I hope it will work. It would hurt too much if it didn’t.

You walk side by side in the night, without holding hands as you used to do. It's strange but there's a glimmer of hope that's lit up for both of you. Maybe it’s not the end.

[thebluelemontree]

I don't know if you've already answered a similar question, if you have I apologize and will look better for it. But do you think Sandor and Sansa would still love each with how much they've both changed? They've almost become new people, but still the same beings.

It’s no problem. I’ve written about that here and probably touched on this in many other posts. 

I wouldn’t frame the question as would they “still love each other with how much they’ve both changed.” It implies that their feelings were already understood as love by them when they were together. What they had was a confusing mess of conflicting emotions that neither were fully capable of understanding or accepting at the time. Each had their reasons for why that was so, which goes to some of the issues that stood between them. While there is chemistry, intimacy, and empathy shown, IMO, it’s better to think of them as possessing the building blocks that can lead to love in the future.  

On the other hand, there was also:

The fact that she’s too young, immature, and unready for a consummated romance with anyone. She needs space and time to grow up and figure out what she wants. Until AFFC, she’s still only comfortable consciously fantasizing about Loras Tyrell, who is non-threatening, conventionally attractive, and uncomplicated. They are still relatively chaste/borderline erotic fantasies. The unkiss takes time for her to consciously accept and embrace as reciprocated erotic desire.  

The fact that he has no idea how to express himself without resorting to the language of violence that he understands best.

The fact that he copes with the unresolved childhood trauma and PTSD in unhealthy ways like his abrasive Hound persona, his overly-cynical worldview, and sometimes abusing alcohol when he’s under stress.

His immaturity and inability to simply ask for and accept the emotional support he wants (which she was perfectly willing to give) without freaking out over being vulnerable with someone. 

The fact that they are on opposite sides of a war where Sansa’s family is in open rebellion against her captors who Sandor owes fealty to. 

The fact that she’s the king’s betrothed. She’s his property. To explicitly act upon any romantic attraction would be considered treason, punishable by torture and death.  

The fact that there is a massive class disparity between them that overshadows the age difference in their world. That’s one reason why neither can put a name to this thing between them. A future queen / high lord’s daughter from an ancient house should not be fraternizing with a non-knight from a house only three generations old. That’s why they struggle even knowing what to call each other because using first names shows too much familiarity and intimacy. This would be true even without any of the other conflicts. Class controls everything in Westeros. 

And yes, he still owes her a big heartfelt apology for his abhorrent behavior during the Blackwater, and he should beg her forgiveness.  

Most of these points I elaborate on in more detail in the links above. If you notice, though, most of these things have either been resolved or are in the process of being resolved. None of these issues were ever insurmountable obstacles. 

The ways in which Sansa and Sandor have evolved even in their separation has been largely positive and complementary of each other. They haven’t grown apart or become incompatibly different at all. If anything, it’s pushed their feelings further along, and it’s clear they are very much on each other’s minds. Since we can see Sansa’s perspective firsthand, she’s only thought about Sandor more since he left.  

Sansa has grown and matured a lot more when we see her in the TWOW sample chapter. Had the five-year gap panned out, she would be legally an adult in Westeros; however, dropping it doesn’t seem to have affected GRRM’s intentions for any of his POVs. She’s in the company of unconventional, sexually mature women in their early twenties who can be role models in navigating adult relationships. The sassy way she takes no shit from a brutally honest Harrold Hardyng shows she has confidence and the ability to go toe-to-toe with Sandor’s gruff personality without getting flustered and running away. After she wipes the floor with him with her wit, she ends up winning Harry over to the point he’s begging for her favor. There is no point in the sample chapter where she voices any anxieties about not feeling ready for marriage, sex, or children. This no longer seems to be an issue for her, so we can assume she feels okay with having an adult relationship at this point.   

Her time as a bastard girl has made her warmer and friendlier. She was always kind, but proprieties and courtesies can also read as aloof and re-enforcing strict class boundaries. Can you imagine Kings Landing!Sansa hugging someone like Lothor Brune, a landless knight, as she does in TWOW? Or preferring the company of a sex-positive widow who enjoys taking lovers or a bastard girl over the “perfect sister” she saw in Margaery Tyrell and her cousins? Hell no. That would never happen. This new Sansa lacks those prejudices and is openly affectionate towards people she was raised to keep at arm’s length. Once she loosened up and stopped reciting courtesies, people actually got to know her and like her for who she is. That’s what Sandor always wanted from her, right? To drop the courtesies and flattering bullshit and just be a real person with him, not a talking parrot. While that criticism was harsh and rudely put, it had a lot of truth to it. It seems to have made Sansa into a happier person and more in touch with her authentic self. Now that she has accepted in Feast that she wanted Sandor like that, what is there to stop her from acting on it later?

The Quiet Isle didn’t exist before Feast. It was written for Sandor to recover and rehabilitate. Not just physically, but he’s getting what constitutes psychological counseling and a treatment plan that deals directly with his worst traits. He appears to meet with the Elder Brother often enough because the latter seems to know quite a bit about Sandor’s backstory, what his issues are, and exactly who Sansa Stark is. The rest of the time, he must observe the no talking rule and do meaningful work as a novice. This man, who once flaunted his contempt for those who couldn’t defend themselves as weak and deserving of death, is put to work digging graves for the innocent victims of violence. All day long, he has to look at the faces of men, women, and children killed by evil men with that philosophy. One brother even yells at him for carelessly tossing dirt around with the shovel, and he silently takes it. No smart ass backtalk. In the evening, he has to serve food and clear plates for men he would have once mocked. They’re men of faith, they’ve renounced violence, and Sandor sits lower in status than them. To Sandor’s credit, he humbly submits to all this in a show of respect and humility. It’s like he wants to learn these lessons they are offering and is allowing himself to be schooled. Now Sandor may always be Sandor on some level (if Stranger kicking down the stable doors and refusing to be gelded is any indication). Still, it does look like he’s become a gentler, healthier, and sober version of himself. The only part of Sandor that Sansa rejected was the Hound, and it’s both stated in the text and by George himself that the Hound is dead. Period. And yeah, it seems like Sandor is in a place where he is unlikely to backslide into old behavior, and he can make that heartfelt and necessary apology to Sansa. I don't think Sandor could ever be okay with moving their relationship forward without making amends first. It wouldn't sit right with his sense of remorse and personal responsibility, which is a good thing. 

All these changes are for the better for them as individuals and as a possible future couple. Contrary to your ask, I would say a positive, fully-fledged romance with "HEA" potential wouldn’t be possible or believable without all the growth and changes they've undergone. When they reunite, they can do so on more equal footing. 

Not that there aren’t more conflicts to overcome. They both are currently wanted fugitives for murders they didn’t commit, so they both need to clear their names and reclaim their true identities. There is still the matter of Sansa’s marital status as Tyrion isn’t dead but their marriage was also unconsummated. She could try to have her marriage officially annulled by the Faith somehow, but to do that, she’ll have to take the risk of revealing her true identity. Again, these don’t seem like plots that won’t be resolved anyway at some point. What about that class divide though? Well, the Starks aren’t like Tywin or Cersei, and they actually value things like faithful service. No reason why Sandor couldn’t be awarded a lordship and lands in gratitude for saving the lives of both Arya and Sansa. I’m just sayin’.