#Train Conductor's Answers

[yumeko2sevilla]

Heya Zami and Biki! I asked Dia can we go to the human realm because I wish to show you guys New Orleans which is my home and where my family lives. I wanted to show you everything because you guys are my best friends! You don’t have to if you don’t want to I’m just asking. _ Andreja

"It's glad to see you considering us as your best friends. And sure, I also had some business at the Human Realm anyways. Let me call Hibiki, I'm sure she would like to come."_ Inazami

"Eh?! You're saying that we can go to Dreja-chan's home!? Of course I will go! Hold on, let me pack my and Inazami-chan's luggage right away!"_Hibiki

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna

[majormeilani]

Train²

you know how when a cat lays on you you can't move or they'll leave? yeah. also, empress has big old claws you don't want to surprise her awake lol

[runaway-mine-train]

we need you in the x-sector. please. take over my position and ride for a bit please. thank you.

-oblivion from @askingthexsector

p.s. im asking this because i need a break. and you seem reliable.

Look, I've heard you and the Smiler have been struggling with the smiling advocates recently. I can certainly try to keep them at bay but I can't guarantee anything.

Update: They went feral and stole my fucking steam engine.

[idv-the-scientist]

A knock was heard near the open door.

“Hello? My apologies for the interruption but are you by any chance The Scientist, Glenn Collins?”

There stood a man with a really long hair and a fancy suit.

“My name is Marise The train conductor and I came here looking for you in hope you may help me with a problem that may require your assistance. I know is kinda rude for me to immediately ask for your help when we just met but I have heard you specify on memory loss, no?”

@idv-ask-the-train-conductor

“Oh, yes, that would be me! I have specialized in memory loss, but only for a few years now.”

“However, by the way of your approach, I assume something troubles you! So, do tell, where does your problem lie exactly?”

[bluejaybytes]

Not adding on a reblog because the post is rambly enough, but Molly lashing out and straight up decking the soldier who was being confrontational with Tess ends up making literally everything infinitely worse and causes both her and Tess to come under suspicion of potentially straight up murdering them. The soldier goes missing in the middle of the night and is never seen again directly after the fight between them and Tess, to which Tess and Molly had been sent off to sleep in a different train car from the rest of the group, and the problem soldier being sent to sleep in a different one as well. The only alibi Tess has for where she was when the soldier in the main group says they heard the sound of multiple soldiers boots the night the problem soldier went missing is... Molly... who physically attacked a squadmate over an argument about Tess. No one can trust her alibi. There's no proof Tess or Molly did anything, but they also can't disprove anything, and while the other soldiers are hesitant, they don't want to think either of them would be capable of committing such an act of violence against one of their squadmates... they can't really know, can they?

[idv-ask-the-train-conductor]

"Marise~e, ah my friend, sorry for my absence! I hope it wasn't.. ah whatever. How were things around here while I was out?"

Logan peeked through Marise's door, waiting for his permission to enter his room.

Marise turned around to see Logan standing next to the door. he couldn't help but smile warmly when he saw him after a hot while. Although he wasn't sure if Logan had been gone for a long time or if he had lost track of time again, nevertheless~ he had missed him still. Even though to him, time seemed to pass unnoticed.

“Logan! It has been a while since we last met. I was not sure if you would visit me again anytime soon… but I am glad you showed up today!! As for what I have been up to, well, I have been spending most of my time here at the manor, just as usual.”

Marise gestures to him to come in already and not just stand there “But enough about me~ tell me about you? What were you up to these past few months??”

[ @idv-ask-the-horatiusfamily ]

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

6, 12, 21 for Owen please

Hi 🥰🥰

6- What’s something you have in common with this character?

As much as I love Owen Strand that is a tough one because he has confidence and leadership that I myself do not possess, and my eating habits are more akin to raccoon fishing stuff out of a dumpster lol… but I will say I also know what it’s like to have your life changed by divorce (I was the kid not the person getting divorced) but that is a reason I love the Strand family so much in general.

12- What’s a headcanon you have for this character?

Basically my headcanon is that Owen was not absent for TK’s entire childhood after the divorce- I maintain there was a couple of rough years where he wasn’t as present as he should have been but after Gwyn kicked his ass and he made it to TK’s holiday concert then he made more of an effort- I’m not saying he never chose work over his kid but he was always in TK’s life and saw his son every week otherwise they wouldn’t be as close as they are because even in the pilot it’s clear how close they are and who much Owen knows his kid, which I don’t think they would have been if Owen was truly never there

21- if you’re a fic writer and have written for this character, what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?

In fact I have- (Will Ferrell Anchorman voice) you can say I’ve written about a quarter million words about this character 🥰🥰

And that is because Owen is very fun to write- I love writing dad Owen, writing Owen as a dad taking care of/frantically searching for/patching up his kid(s) is very fun 😍😍

Something I don’t like (but won’t deny happen- I just felt it didn’t happen to quite the extent others do) is because my long fic starts when TK is five and goes through the years of the divorce it was much less fun to write trying but coming up short Owen but I did- the petty his ex wife is seeing someone new Owen, falling asleep and his kid gets injured when he was supposed to be watching them Owen- not showing up for not just there holiday concert but missing other big things Owen- less fun to write but I definitely have!

Thank you for the ask 😍😍😍

[cookieofearthbread]

Conversation between Cookies - Accepting

@musesofthemoon

🗣 + Milky Way and Wheat Flour

Wheat Flour blinked a few times, her head slowly lifting her head, before jolting when she realized that the area around her was completely different… 

Instead of being greeted by the yellow sky and mountainous terrain with peach trees scattered across; she was instead greeted by a long room with numerous chairs, tables with lamps placed on top of them and windows which when looking through them; reveal a night sky.

The prophet also noticed the moon symbol engraved into the wall that hung above the window themselves…

Where was she? And how did she get here?

Her thoughts were soon interrupted when a voice spoke and she turned her attention to the direction of the voice to see a short cookie with snow-white dough and hair that reached the floor, however the most noticeable detail about her was her eyes… There were stars in her pupil…

It almost reminds her of…

“Hmmm…… Well…. This is certainly interesting…” The cookie spoke as she stared at the prophet before letting out a yawn.

“.... Who are you and where am I?” Wheat Flour raised an eyebrow at the short cookie. Hopefully this cookie could answer her question.

“Mmm…. Right…. I should get to work and do the introduction… Choo choo~ Welcome to the Dream Express… This train can be a bit hectic but do not worry… This train always reaches its destination… Which is written down on your ticket.” She replied, yawning between her words, whilst keeping her eye on Wheat Flour Cookie.

“But speaking of tickets! Ticket inspections… Please have your tickets at the ready and all.”

“... Ticket?” Wheat Flour blinked, clearly confused on what’s going on… At least one of her questions was answered… Somewhat…  She was on a train? However the other cookie mentions a ticket…

“What ticket?”

“.... The one in your sleeve, duh.. This seems to be your first time in the World of Dreams.”

Sure enough when Wheat Flour reached into her sleeve, she felt a piece of paper, and pulled out a ticket which she was sure wasn’t there in the first place.. At least it wasn’t there when she was in the Realm of Apathy.

“Either way, what is going on? And World of Dreams?”

“Geez…. No wonder you look so lost… Weellll…. Not my first time getting new guests on the train although…. Hmm…. Anyway, I should explain especially if the Slumbering Moon is fine with you being here and she invited you here...” She commented. “Ahem… You are in the World of Dreams… The realm of the Slumbering Moon and your humble servant here is the very conductor of this dreamy train~ I am Milky Way Cookie.”

“.... I see…” Wheat Flour mumbled quietly. “Although I am baffled why I am here in the first place nor why the Slumbering Moon has invited me in this realm in the first place especially if she knew what I am..”

“Eh…. Don’t worry about it.” Milky Way Cookie waves her hand to the side; dismissing Wheat Flour’s concern. “Either way, let me just check your ticket to see where you are going.”

Milky Way Cookie looked at the ticket, a humming sound coming out, as the prophet simply watched before letting out a small sigh.

“Well… Hope you enjoy your stay on the Dream Express.” She handed back over the ticket which made Wheat Flour look over the ticket itself… Noticing the destination simply read ‘Amongst the Stars’ which only made her eyebrow raised at it. 

Although before she could ask about the ticket itself; the other had walked away…

“.... I suppose I should see what happened on this journey. Hopefully, nothing happens and it is a simple journey.”

[casualshrimp-but-undertale]

WTH THIS JUMPSCARED ME ON MY FEED WHA- WHAT— HE SAID THE THING HE SAID CHOO CHOO!! (SHAKING /POS)

Doodle comic based on THIS

Seems the phrase has grown on him, just a little

Code sans by @callmeherry

Elated sans by @knobe07o

[sunni-stuff]

fwb!Simon, who grunts out, I love you mid thrust, leaving you rightfully lost for words and unable to question him, not while he was hitting a spot that had your toes curling and stars dancing in your eyes.

It's only afterward that you confront him, sheets pulled up to your chest, trying to assemble some semblance of decency while he gets dressed with deliberate purpose, his back to you as if eager to escape your presence. Scars crisscross his back like a road map of past battles, mingling with the fresh evidence of your fruitless moment of passion—angry red streaks left by your nails, which had clung to him in desperation and abandon.

"Did you mean it?" The meek whisper escapes you as you watch him tug on his shirt, concealing the marks of your shared tryst as though they were nothing more than another wound to bear.

He doesn’t face you, his head slightly turned but unreadable, the balaclava masking any trace of vulnerability or regret. Simon sits on the edge of the bed to put on his boots, the silence stretching between you like a chasm. The weight of your question hangs heavy in the air, rendering him unable—or perhaps unwilling—to answer, though his stoic demeanor betrays nothing.

"Simon, I'm talking to you." Your voice trembles, frustration spilling into your tone.

"I heard you," He mutters, his voice low and clipped, refusing to meet your gaze as he tightens the laces of his boots.

Simon always does this. He always does this—offering you fragments of affection, fleeting and fragile, leaving you grasping at it like sand slipping through your fingers. No matter how tightly you hold on, it escapes, grainy and rough, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake. How much more could you take? How much longer could he toy with your heart before it finally broke?

"Then say something!" You finally scream, the words sharp and raw, slicing through the oppressive silence like a blade, desperate to shatter the wall he always hides behind.

He stills, shoulders stiffening, and for a moment, you think he might ignore you. But then, he snaps—his voice booming in the small room, rougher than you’ve ever heard it.

"What am I supposed to say?" The words come out like a growl, his frustration spilling over in a way that’s uncharacteristic of his usual control. His head whips around, and though his face is hidden by the balaclava, the intensity in his eyes burns through you.

You flinch, never having seen him angry before, let alone enough to yell at you. The sharpness of his outburst leaves you unnerved—just for a moment. But then your own anger surges forward, overwhelming the tremor of fear. He’s been toying with your heart, leading you along like a puppet, pulling the strings, the conductor of a train you never asked to board.

"Did you mean it?" You ask again, your voice steady now, even as your chest tightens. You meet his brown eyes head-on, the fire in them slowly dimming your own, leaving you to wonder if there’s anything real beneath the cold facade he so carefully constructs.

Again, he doesn’t answer. Typical Simon. Instead, he reaches out, roughened hands cupping your cheeks, his thumb gently rubbing your soft skin. There it was again, that flicker of affection, brief and fleeting, poured into your palms like a delicate offering, expecting you to cherish it, to hold onto the scraps he gives.

But much to his surprise, you pull away, your gaze hardening. For once, you let the sand slip through your fingers, choosing not to cling to something so unreliable, something that always fades just when you think you’ve grasped it.

Simon stares at you in utter shock, his gaze frozen as you move away, laying back down, refusing to face him. He watches in silence as you refuse to look at him anymore with those eyes—those eyes that always regarded him as your guiding sun, the one constant in a world full of uncertainty.

Now, your back is turned to him, the sheets pulled up to your shoulders, leaving him in the dark, unable to see your eyes, the eyes that once held all the softness, the trust, the devotion he’d never truly earned.

There was nothing else that needed or could be said. No oasis in this desert, no water to quench the sand he's suffocated you with. Simon rises, grabbing his jacket and keys from your dresser, his movements mechanical. He wants to look back, wants to see if you're watching him leave, wondering if you’ll be crying like all the times before. The sullen look in your eyes, the one that always made his heart strain, that soft ache whenever he walked away.

But this time, he doesn't look. Not this time. Because he knows there will be no hopeful eyes waiting for him, no quiet plea left in your gaze. Instead, he sees only the remnants of what he’s broken, the red thread that once held you together now frayed beyond repair. He’s a coward, unable to face what he’s done, unwilling to see the damage he’s caused.

[badjokesbyjeff]

Three engineers and three accountants are traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three accountants each buy a ticket and watch as the three engineers only buy one ticket. 

"How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?" asks an accountant. "Watch and you'll see," answered an engineer. They all board the train. The accountants take their respective seats but all three engineers cram into a rest room and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the restroom door and says, "Tickets, please!" The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on. The accountants see this and agree it is a clever idea. So after the conference, the accountants decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money. When they get to the station, they buy one ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers don't buy a ticket at all. "How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed accountant. "Watch and you'll see," answered an engineer. When they board the train all three accountants cram into a restroom and the three engineers cram into another one nearby. The train departs. Shortly afterward, one of the engineers leaves his restroom and walks over to the restroom where the accountants are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, "Tickets, please!"

[yumeko2sevilla]

Since The Burning Soldier is Lucy harem hate, do Shiro!Natsu and Lucy ever face off?

During the Grand Magic Game! Arc, Shiro! Natsu and Lucy do fight eachothers. With him taking the loss despite that it was supposed to be a draw, Shiro! Natsu just,, gave up like that.

Before it, Lucy had seen Shiro! Natsu a few time, but she just thought that it wasn't Natsu.

[lavandulawrites]

Hello, can req yandere sunday x fem reader x yandere danheng?

Voting

Yandere Sunday x reader x Dan Heng

This dynamic is rather interesting

Masterlist

Warnings: obsession, Dan Heng and Sunday have beef, possession, despair

Word count: 703

Golden eyes that held heavy burdens and emotions met pale blues brimming with calculation and weariness. Liquid gold swirled together with icy waters in a battle of jealousy and thinly veiled possession. The sound of the little bunny drowned out as they continued to explain the rules of the Express. Flutter of wings and sneering of fangs a clear sign of disdain, though only a single person caught on to it.

You swallowed thickly as the two men continued to stare into each others souls with hatred. The air around you buzzed with electricity and your throat closed in on itself like a snare. Cold sweat coated your temples as you adverted your gaze from the pair.

“So is everyone in favour for Sunday staying on the express?” the slightly screeching voice of the conductor snapped you out of your daze.

You turned to face them as you tried to ignore the tension in the air. The other members of the express nodded except from you and Dan Heng. You hesitated as your mind raked through different outcomes. You were on the losing end no matter what you answered.

March raised her eyebrows as she gave you a puzzled look. “What about you? [Name] what do you think?”

You swallowed as you felt the weight of the golden eyes. He was watching you with a unreadable gaze. You refused to met his gaze, at least not yet. Your molars crushed together tightly. “I don’t know” you said under your breath.

“You don’t know?” Himeko said. “Well, it’s okay if you aren’t sure yet. We still have Dan Heng who hasn’t given his answer” the red haired woman turned to said man.

Dan Heng’s eyes were fixated on Sunday as his eyes narrowed. “I have already made up my mind. I have done that a long time ago” his words harsh like the unforgiving winter wind. He turned around and found your eyes. He studied your expression for a bit before he looked at Himeko. “I don’t think we should let him stay. We don’t know if we can trust him” his voice had an icy edge to it and you could feel the iciness on your skin.

Sunday forced a chilling smile as he remind silent, but his dissatisfaction was clear as day.

“Four votes for, one isn’t sure and one against. Then it’s settled” PomPom declared. The rest of the Nameless left the room with PomPom in the lead.

The three of you stood in silence as you avoided their gazes. Your stared out of the large windows out on the countless stars. Penacony was grand in all its glory and you felt regret creeping over you like a looming monster. If only you never had stepped foot onto the planet of festivities.

After a few long minutes had passed, Sunday cleared his throat. “I look forward to travel with the Express, my dove” the winged man said with a velvety soft voice. You turned your head and looked at him over your shoulder. His smile was soft and his eyes gentle. You only hummed, before you turned back to gaze out of the window.

Dan Heng snorted sharply. “Don’t do anything you will regret, Sunday. I will keep my eyes on you” his words sharp as razors.

Sunday chuckled “No need to be so aggressive Dan Heng. I would never hurt my lovely little darling”.

Dan Heng sneered like the dragon he was and adverted his gaze. You could feel his baby blues boring into the back of your head.

“Calm down both of you” you sighed loudly as you cradled your head in your hands. You had grown weary of their bickering and hateful comments.

Invisible chains wrapped around your limbs like a hungry snake and weighed you down to the train. You glanced out the window as you saw your freedom spread its wings as it soared through the stars. You wanted to reach out for it, to make it stop, but you found yourself unable to. The cold familiar feeling of despair spread through your body like mould. It gnawed away at your nerves and cells, till nothing remained but a hollow shell remained. Oh were you fucked.

[runaway-mine-train]

"something bad Is happening ‼️☹️"

What?? It'd better be important, I woke up from my Hibration for this!

[the-internets-girlfriend]

Secrets in Doncaster: Part 2 - George Clarke

George Clarke x Y/N (1600 words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

series | masterlist | pervious part | next part

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"Diddly ding! Diddly dong! We've woken up!"

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The train finally comes to a halt, and we all stood, eager to spill out onto the platform. Unfortunately, our escape wasn't immediate, as we became stuck in the narrow aisle.

I was wedged between Arthur Hill and George, clutching a half-full can, saving the last few sips to drink for when my feet reached solid ground.

Then, a sudden shove rippled through the aisle, and the crowd behind us shoved towards us. George was now pressed flush against me - his chest pressed up against my back. A steady, strong arm slid around my waist, grounding me and George as we stumbled slightly with the motion.

His grip didn't loosen, even once we'd regained our balance - in fact he had held me tighter, his thumb finding the space between my jeans and deep red singlet, and rubbing small circles onto my skin. It sent a shiver up my spine, as I only focused on the two of us in between the chaos of leaving the train.

Looking forward, I see there is still no movement ahead of us to get off the train and decide to lean back into George for comfort. I now could feel the soft rise of his breath against the back of my neck, providing familiarity and comfort.

I tilt my head slightly to look up at him and give the boy a pout - my lips tinted red and eyes pleading. Our eyes met as he gave me his classic half smile - before his eyes dropped to my lips and he was leaning in to connect our lips.

Before they can met, there's a breakaway in front of us and the crowd movement surges us forward once again to move our legs and leave the train.

As we leave the train, George is still pressed behind me but I move away from him to collect a drunk Arthur as he is thanking the train conductor. "Thank you, thank you very much." I grab the boy by his backpack straps.

"Sorry about him but thank you." I say with a friendly smile, dragging Arthur away back to the group.

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We walk the quiet streets of Doncaster; wondering as to where the town may actually be. Becky and I linger to the back of the group with the boys trailing in front of us, taking the lead as they veer off to peek down sidestreets.

"Babes you know I love you, yeah?" Becky asks me suddenly, straying from our previous conversation about what girls night theme should be next - we've settled on pyjamas and the conjuring trilogy.

I glance as her, caught off guard, "yes?"

She gives me that look - the one that says she's about to call me out lovingly but with no room to dodge. "Well then, when in the bloody world are you proudly gonna show off George?"

My stomach flips, and not from all the alcohol.

I freeze for a moment, as my gaze flickers ahead to where George is following closely next to the other boys, laughing and joking amongst themselves.

"I don't know." I answer truthfully.

"George and I haven't really mentioned it since we've got together officially." I continue, looking to Becky as she gives me a look with a raised eyebrow, "but it would be nice to not be worried about showing affection in public, and someone spotting us before we've announced it."

"Babe, you two are attached at the hip everywhere, in public and in every single video; like do you remember that one hide and seek sidemen video where you and George hid in a small cupboard for hours, with no one else?"

I think back to the fond memory of George and I; we had yet to start dating yet. When the game began George and I instantly decided to hide together. We sat in the cupboard for two hours, pressed closely together where his scent overtook me.

"Everyone can see it - like babes think of all the edits out there of you too, so just admit it to your fans; you love him, he loves you and it's okay to announce it - doesn't even need to be a big thing."

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks; understanding what Becky is saying and seeing that she is 100% right. Becky notices my thinking face; tilting her head with a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, "just think about it love." She says picking up her pace to match the one of the boys and walk alongside them.

I make the decision to catch up too, heading to walk beside my boyfriend and interlocking my hand with his. George looks down to our hands in shock - sure we had held hands many times in public but this felt intimate and a new step in our relationship. He looks to me with a small grin - swinging our hands as we walked.

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The atmosphere changed as we walked into our first pub; the group remembering what we are here for - to get drunk.

George films a montage of the vlog where he's pleading for his safety, but all I could focus on were his large biceps as he flex whilst holding the camera. Chris grabs the camera back as I'm still staring, and decide to finally advert my eyes away to look up and see George across from me already looking at me with a smirk.

"Were you enjoying the view there love?"

I feel my cheeks begin to heat up at his question, realising I've been caught starring. I raise my hand to cover my mouth as if to say 'whoopsie', but end up just laughing. "What can I say? You're hard to miss Georgie."

Becky sits back watching the two of use with a shit eating grin, and Isaac makes a joke about how whipped George and I are for each other.

"Well if you're done starring, why don't we head to the bar and grab the drinks for the group?" George suggests, and I am instantly moving off of my chair, reaching my hand out for him to grab.

As we head up to the bar, we are stopped by one guy who looks to be our age. "Shit! Mate are you George Clarke?" The fan quietly says, not to draw attention to us out of respect.

George gives a nod of his head, before the fan turns to me. "You're Y/N, my missus loves you. Mind if we get a picture?" The fan asks. I see his eyes flick down to our interlocked hands and closeness but he doesn't say anything.

George and I take a selfie with the fan, smiling wide as he thanks us before hurrying back to the pool table where his friends stood. George and I share a look - one that says that was sweet - and continue our way to the bar to order.

The place is packed, the bar lined shoulder to shoulder with people, so George gives my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. He guides me forward, lightly pressing a hand to the small of my back to push me through a small gap along the bar.

I end up flush against the bar, when I feel George step in behind me. He places his hands on either side of me, palms flat against the bar, boxing me in protectively from the crowd.

He catches the attention of the bartender before saying, "can we grab something red for a group for a group of six please?" The bartender nods with a grin and signals that it might be a little wait.

I glance back at George, feeling his breath warm against my cheek. The pub is loud, filled with laughter, pool balls clinking and the sound of beer taps - but his closeness drowns out the background noise. George leans in close to me, as I feel his breath on my ear.

"So you were starring before?" He suggests again with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, but can't hide the smile blessing my lips. "Not my fault my boyfriend was flexing and looking so good."

He chuckles lowly, as I feel the vibrations from his chest against my back. He slowly moves his arm away from the bar as if he was going to flex again, but quickly one of my hands wrap around it to stop.

"Just trying to keep you impress darling." He teases as me, and this time I turn to fully face him, leaning back against the bar with a raised brow.

"You always impress me Georgie."

"Impress you enough to get a kiss?" He says with a gentle smile, as he gaze flicks from my eyes to my lips.

My teeth tug on my bottom lip, as I think - we hadn't kiss in such a public, busy place before but my thoughts quickly exited my brain as I leaned into George pressing my lips to his.

George dips head ever so slightly, kissing my lips softly as I lean in; pressing my body further into his.

I feel his hands move from the bar to press into my sides - us both forgetting we were in a pub as we continued our private pocket of time.

George moves one hand to cradle the side of my face, his thumb brushing along my cheek as he deepens the kiss slightly; feeling a smile tug onto his lips.

When we finally part, our foreheads rest together for a blissful moment. His eyes flutter open as I say, "see, I'm impressed. I love you Georgie."

Before George can reply, a bright flash of a camera was directed towards us.

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Whoops, cliffhanger... hehe

First off, thank you all so much for all the love on part 1!!! I am forever grateful for everyone who may have read it, liked it, commented on it, or reblogged it and I hope that you enjoy this part just as much!

I'm planning for this to be three or four parts - and maybe some bonus parts... There's just so many parts I want to add in from the video because it's so bloody hilarious.

See you next time,

mwah x

[idv-ask-the-train-conductor]

Just random video about Da Time Travelers trio✨

Logan - ( @idv-ask-the-horatius-siblings )

Edric - ( @idv-askchaoticduo )