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(AUGUST 6)

"thats salt."

"what? no its sugar."

"no here, taste it"

"DO NOT PUT YOUR FINGER IN MY M— MMPH—!"

"see? its salt."

"oh yeah it is salt."

the two stood in the kitchen, behind the island. mic packs on their aprons and a bowl full of what would hopefully become a red velvet cake sat in front of them. the camera stood on it's tripod, recording the couple's antics.

the silver band with the opal accents glimmered on coraline's left ring finger. an alike one on ranboo's. it had been a year since they exchanged promises. she would stay. its what she promised.

"wait—"

"what?"

"i forgot to spray the pan."

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT I TOLD YOU TO NOT FORGET HOW COULD Y—"

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the (not-so) carefully decorated cake sat on a plate in front of the two. the words "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY" haphazardly sprawled on the top.

the two stood back and looked at there creation.

"our child."

"our little abomination."

"RANBOO!"

she swiftly pressed her hands against the sides of the cake,

"don't say that! he can year you!"

"coraline you just—"

she removed her hands from the cake, leaving a frosting covered mess along her palms. with a smirk, she quickly turned to her boyfriend, and rubbed the frosting off on his cheek.

"HEY!"

soon enough the two smeared icing back and fourth, childishly playing. when there was more frosting on eachother than the cake, ranboo shook his head with a smile and leaned down, giving coraline a kiss. she, obviously kissed back, thus making the two completely forget they had a video to record for quite a bit. when they finally returned to it, their out of breath voices and slightly flushed faces was enough to say what went unsaid.

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the two lied on the bed, coraline scrolling on twitter whilst ranboo edited the video from earlier. with a small groan and frown, she turned off her phone and cuddled into her boyfriend.

"don't you ever want to get away?"

"what?"

"like... do you ever feel like leaving?"

"leaving what? you? absolutely not i wo—"

"not me. i mean leaving everything. run away. take a break. that kinda stuff."

he hummed. making the passing time lump in her throat.

"nevermind. its whatever."

she moved to her side, back facing him. ranboo furrowed his brows with a small frown.

"no, i feel like that sometimes. if you want to take a break you can, i'll even join you."

she didn't respond. he felt uneasy.

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