#date time

A random guy was flirting Junco, Amy didn't like it

2. Kai got brain frost

3. The groups photos !

Sky @skyrayon

Awen @tygwenny

Look at her being all cute and excited about giving him a gift!!😭

@moxnshxne

Even during a world tour, there is time for only the two of us. Today it was a chocolates factory with a cute lit up cactus garden. We were allowed trying so many chocolates I feel like my belly is made of chocolate now ㅋㅋㅋㅋ even their chocolate chip coffee frappuchino was delicious and we ended up getting way too many chocolate boxes for us. I enjoyed the date and what else can I say? Yummy food, yummy husband!ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I love you and I enjoy every little moment with you

📍The Venetian, Las Vegas

A little glimpse at another lovely date my amazing boyfriend planned for us. We took a little Gondola ride down the Grand Canal, where we got to see all the cute little shops and Italian style Cafes. It was such a peaceful time, having our Gondolier sing and show us things along the way.

Morris Worm from Date Time Stimboard!! 💾🪲

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@wolfstarmicrofic May 19, word count 784

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Remus woke up early. Poppy helped him shower, which was a lot harder in her enclosed shower than it had been at the hospital, but they managed. He put on the best clothes he’d brought with him, which were a pair of brown corduroys, and his favourite jumper. He’d been told he dressed like a grandpa, but Remus didn’t see it. His clothes were comfortable, and to him, that was all that mattered. 

He eyed the wheelchair waiting by the front door. He’d never really used one except to get in and out of a hospital. He never went anywhere when he was at home, so there wasn’t much use for one. But as his muscles were still shaky, making him unstable, and just the short amount of time he’d been standing in the shower had been almost too much, and he’d put most of his weight on the bar Poppy had in there. He didn’t have another option, he’d have to grin and bear it. The doorbell rang, and he forgot all of his worries about the wheelchair. Sirius had seen him at his worst anyway, and the chair would allow him to keep up. 

“Good morning, Poppy, you look more beautiful every time I see you. Run away with me?” Sirius asked, staring dreamily at Poppy. 

“Oh, hush, you,” Poppy bated a hand at him before ushering him in through the door. 

“Hi,” Remus smiled shyly at Sirius. He got up from the armchair he’d been sitting in and slowly stumbled his way across the room. Sirius flung out an arm and held him up when Remus’s knee buckled. “Sorry,” he whispered, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. Sirius tucked him firmly under his arm and gave him a squeeze. 

“Don’t know what you’re apologising for,” Sirius told him with a sweet smile curling his lips up.

“Bless, don’t you two look adorable,” Poppy sighed as she took them in. “You wait right there, your mum will kill me if I don’t get a picture for her.” Poppy disappeared into the kitchen to get her phone. 

“Do you mind?” Remus asked, worried that Sirius would find it too much. They barely knew each other, and he hadn’t even mentioned Sirius to his mum when she’d called him before he went to sleep every night. 

“It’s fine,” Sirius reassured him. Remus’s legs were protesting again. He silently begged Poppy to hurry up and take the picture so he could sit down. Sirius must have sensed Remus’s unease as he surreptitiously moved his arm so it supported Remus more and took the pressure off Remus. Poppy returned and held her phone in front of her face. 

“Ready? Alright, 1. 2. 3.” The shutter sound went off a few times, and she beamed at them as she lowered her phone and began to flip through the pictures. Sirius helped Remus into the waiting wheelchair and spun him around so they were facing the door. “These are so lovely,” Poppy kept saying as she flicked back and forth. She eventually showed them after she was done, admiring her handiwork. 

Remus gasped. He was grinning from ear to ear, and so was Sirius. He looked the most relaxed he’d ever been when photographed. Usually, he hated it. 

“Can you send these to me, Poppy?” Sirius asked. 

“Of course, darling. You can do it yourself now if you like,” Sirius quickly sent them to his phone and opened them to look through them again. 

“This one's my favourite,” he told Remus, showing him the one where Sirius had let his head rest against Remus’s shoulder. Remus was so glad he wasn’t hooked up to the monitors any more as he was certain they’d explode with how much his heart was misbehaving right now. 

“I think this one's my favourite,” he said, flicking to the last one where both of their eyes were sparkling at the camera.

“That’s my second favourite,” Sirius grinned at him and moved behind him to start pushing the wheelchair towards the front door. 

“If you get into trouble, call me, and I’ll come get you both,” Poppy told them as she waved them off. 

“We will, don’t worry,” Sirius assured her. 

“So, where are we going first?” Remus asked once they were on the footpath and Poppy was out of earshot. 

“An art studio a friend of mine is opening. We’re having a private viewing,” Remus had never been to an art gallery, let alone a private viewing. He told Sirius so. “Good, then it’ll be a real treat for you. You’re going to love Marlene, she’s nuts,” Sirius hummed a cheerful tune as he pushed Remus down the road, and their date had officially begun.