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Protag looked up from his pan, pancake batter bubbling as if were almost done, “hey, dandi?”
Coworker sat the shirt he was folding into its respective pile, the tower of laundry threatening to topple over any second, “hm?”
“Is there…something we’re forgetting about?”
“We’re? Are we supposed to be doing something today?”
“I don’t know,” Protag shooshed his spatula under the pancake, it almost flinging off the side when he flips it, “thats what I’m trying to figure out,” he runs a hand through his hair, it getting caught in a knot for a moment, “I just have a feeling we’re missing something important.”
Coworker shrugs, folding another shirt in half, “Well, we’re off today, so we don’t have a meeting or anything.”
“Yeah…”
“Did you make any appointments today? Like…your haircut?”
“No,” he flops the pancake onto a plate, on top of a few other cakes, “that’s next week. And for some reason I think it has to do with both of us…I don’t know.”
“Hmmmmm…uhhhh…” coworker taps his chin, “now you got me all curious, I dunno either.”
Protag mutters nonsensically, a curious quiet replacing their qualms, Carrying the plates of fluffy goodness over to his lover.
He stops in his tracks when he gets to the couch, a comically tall stack of shirts on the couch next to coworker, “wh- dandi those are about to fall over-“
“Hm? No I do this all the time,” he places another neatly folded shirt onto the pile, “I know exactly how many shirts I can stack before they-“
PIF!
“…”
“…”
“…So pancakes ?”
Protag snorts, “yeah. Lemme help you with that while we eat rosebud.”
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“See? I told you I could do it.”
“…really?” Protag whisked the bowl of thick frosting he cradled in his arm, it slowly turning a dark-ish blue, raising an eyebrow at coworker.
Coworker gasps, putting a hand to his chest, clutching his invisible pearls, “ excuse me sir. I think I’m competent enough to bake a cake. You know, I used to watch my mom when she told Sara- my old nanny -how to bake cakes so I think I’m more than qualified to- “
Protag was staring down at his bowl, his eyes squinted as his hand seemed to move on its own as it mixed the frosting even after there wasn’t a speck of white left, not showing any mercy to his bottom lip as he chews it senseless.
“…baby I think it’s done-“
“Huh?” Protag snaps his head up, along with his hand, apparently as the whisk goes flying into the wall, “oh crap, shoot, sorry I was-“
Coworker tears a couple of paper towels off the roll, “-distracted?”
“…yeah.”
“is it the thing you’re trying to remember?” he leans forward on the counter as he swipes the blue goop off the wall, “do you think it’s that important?”
Protag quickly follows behind him with a rag and quick-and-clean spray, “well…I dunno. It’s more about how I can’t remember it than the actual thing,” he sprits a little on the wall, cleaning away the stripes of blue the paper towels left behind, “it’s irritating…it’s like it’s on the tip of-“
“-your mind? But you just can’t remember it?”
“…well, I mean, I was gonna say the tip of my tongue but-“
“Same thing.”
“Yeah. But it’s- it’s just-“ he looked around, at the blue stained cloth, the frosting bowl, the cake (that he’s mildly worried about since he let coworker do all the mixing- only the universe knows what’s in there) -
“it’s right there. And-“ -and finally, his head turned to coworker,
“I think it has something to do with cake?”
“ Really? ”
“…yeah.” He tapped the whisk against the bowl as he picked it up again, the little ting from the metal sounding like he’s one step closer to whatever the heck he’s remembering, “-Yeah I think so.”
“Well then,” coworker leans against the counter, triumphantly crossing his arms as if his experiment was a success, “if it is about cake then maybe it was a good idea to make cake in the middle of the evening for no reason.”
Protag snorts, “yeah.” He leans forward to place a kiss on his love’s cheek, “any excuse to make cake.”
“Hehe- make cake -that kinda rhymes-“
POP!
“-!”
“…”
Coworker frantically looks around as if he was looking for a time bomb- “ What was that- “
He was taken by the shoulder and spun around. He looked at Protag, who looked right back at him. With a look that filled in all the blanks.
He slowly glances over to the oven, being met with an explosion of cake batter right behind the over window, flowing out of the tin like it achieved its dream of becoming a volcano.
“…”
“…”
“I’ll get the other box mix.”
“This is why your the ideas man, love.”
“And the cake man, apparently.”
“So versatile. ” He places a kiss on the top of his head, “it’s adorable.”
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“…Cake…us…today……Cake…us…today…”Protag muttered over and over, tapping his fingers together as he settled on the bed, “Cake…us…toda- MMPF- “
Something soft hit protags face, ‘somethng’ being coworkers pillow evident by the floral sent that puffs off of it, it falling into his lap as he stares at coworker through his crooked glasses.
“Love, it’s fine, ” He pulls protags blanket over his lap (forgetting about his pillow that was also on his lap) , pecking him on the forehead and taking off his glasses for him, “if it was that important then you would have remembered it by now.”
“That’s terrible advice and you know it.”
He reaches over to protags side table, a little clink as he places the glasses down, “What the heck else am I supposed to say???”
He grabs protags face, pinching his cheeks, “ yes the love of my life, the one who I care about most, you probably forgot about something that’s gonna end the world! Night night kiss kiss sweet dreams~ ”
He squishes protags face, “no, im not gonna say that.”
Protag swats his hands away, huffing as he grabs his lover’s pillow from under his covers, “this is mine now,” He flops over stomach-first onto the bed, trapping the pillow underneath him.
“Wh- hey!!!! ” Coworker grabs his waist, hoisting him up into his lap, Protag burying his face into the pillow and scrunching around it refusing to yeld.
“give it back you little goblin!”
His voice is clear despite being engulfed by fluff, “NEVER!”
Coworker grabs the top of the pillow, the least protected side, and yanks it- to no avail. If protags good at anything, it’s grabbing things and not letting them go (coworker would know.)
“I didn’t wanna have to do this, love.”
“wait wh- OH- noNONONO AHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAH- “
coworker MERCILESSLY ATTACKED protags sides with ALL THE TICKLES.
“AHAHAAH NONOSTOPSTOPSTOP- “
“GIVE UP THE PILLOW!!!”
“AHHAHAHAHHAH NEVERRRRRRAHHHAHAHHOHGODNOPLEASEACTUALLYSTOPPLEASEICANTBREATHE-“
Protag flails, his legs instantly kicking out in an attempt to free himself, the sudden movement FLOPPING coworker into his back.
Coworker, per his request, stops his relentless torment on Protag.
Protag hiccups out a few more giggles, attempting to catch his breath, “And this is mine now.” Protag can practically feel the smug smile on his face as coworker sits them both up, placing kisses on his neck as he squeezes the little truble maker he calls his boyfriend.
“…you didn’t take the pillow from me though.”
“I know,” he peppers a few more kisses in between his words, “you’re mine now. And by extension so is the pillow.”
Protag snorts, “hurrah.” He says deadpan through a smile, “you have beat the system.”
“I sure as heck did.”
“can we go to bed now?”
Coworker squeezes him a little more, silently asking for cuddles, “Are you going to worry about the thing the whole night?”
“…”
“…”
“…I’ll try my best to relax.”
“ Promise ?”
Protag leans back onto him, and by extension his kisses, smiling as he closes his eyes, “ promise. ”
“…also I want my pillow back.”
“No <3”
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“Mmmng…love?”
Crap.
“I thought you were going to relax, Love,” his voice is all sleep ridden, “you promised. ”
“I know robin, I know,” he places a kiss in coworkers hair, “it’s a lot harder then it looks ok?” He peppers a few more in there for emphasis, “I’m trying I promise.”
“Mmmmmng,” Protag giggles as a few kisses trail up his neck, peppering up his jaw until they reach their destination: protags lips.
Tingles flow through his lips as Protag smooths his hands into coworkers soft, soft hair, pressing his head down to deepen the kiss. Coworker seems to have the same idea, tangling his hands into the nest that is protags hair, brushing through it, taking care to not to get caught in any knots.
Coworker pulls away for just a moment, still close enough that Protag can feel the warmth and joy radiating off his smile as he says: “can I help you with that?”
Protag snorts, silently replying by hooking his arms around his shoulders hand pulling him down, their giggles reverberating through their every being and filling them with a fuzzy feeling that they hope to everything never fizzles away.
Their legs tangled together, trying to get as close to each other as physically possible, coworkers arms wrapped around protags neck in a way that threatened to choke him (Protag could not care less.)
They started to lose track of time, ‘time’ being muddled and messy and something they didn’t really want to pay attention to as they loved on each other senselessly.
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. . .
. . . .
. . . .
…an undefined amount of time prior:
The night sky bore into the kitchen window, moonlight softly draping over the two love birds as they slowly sway to the music that can just so barely be heard out of one of their phones.
And with your admission, that you feel the same,
Protag has his head layed on coworker’s chest, a few kisses lazily being being placed in his hair as the weight underneath his eyes becomes less of a burden and more of a deep pressure that lulls him into daze that he never wants to leave.
I’ll have reached the goal I’m dreaming of, be-live me.
Coworker has his arms on Protags shoulders, leaning into the love he gives the man underneath him, the warm tea in his tummy trailing up to his face making him look almost drunk with flush. It cradles him into a safety he never wants to leave.
I don’t want to set the world…on…fire~
Protag makes sure to make a deep impression when he trails a few kisses on the love of his life’s neck, “hey…dandelion?”
“Hm?”
I just want to start~…a flame in your heart!
“I love you.”
A heartbeat played along with the end notes of their song, the beat playing a little faster especially when the last little bits of guitar faded, leaving nothing but the feeling of warm underneath Protags fingers.
“…I lov-“
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME
Coworkers teeth click together as Protag smacks his head into his jaw them both stumbling backwards as Protag frantically tapped the pause button so hard he might bust the screen.
“WHY IS THAT SONG STILL ON YOUR PLAYLIST???????”
“I PLAYED IT AT THE OFFICE PARTY WHEN THINGS WERE GETTING BORING I DONT KNOW WHY ITS STILL ON THERE-“
“ WAIT WH- THAT WAS YOU????!??”
“…”
“…maybe.”
Protag snorts, “oh my god,” he pushes up his glasses to rub his eyes, a goofy grin infecting his face, “I can’t believe you.”
A pair of hands slip onto his neck, sliding up to his jaw and tilting his head into a kiss.
“And I love you, my love.”
Protag placed his hands onto coworkers, pressing them into his skin as if he was trying to mold the two together, neither of them would be quite mad if that happened.
They looked into each others eyes, sparkles traveling between them as they drank each other in.
“Mmmm…” Protag pressed a kiss to coworkers palm, “‘my love’, I like that.”
“Me too,” coworker pecked protags widdle nose, “reminding you how much you love me every time I call your name sounds nice.”
“Yeah. It does.”
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…
. . .
. . . .-
“ HOLY SHIT -!”
Protag snapped up, smacking their foreheads together with a loud snap! Protags sudden revelation seeming to take priority over him as he grabbed coworker by the shoulders-
“OWOWOW- WHAT??? WHAT??????”
“TODAYS OUR ANNIVERSARY.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…ohhhhhhhhh-
OHHHHHHHHHHHH-
OH MY GOD IT IS-
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Protag held his head in his hands, his elbows leaning heavily on the counter, “I can’t believe I forgot oh my god-“
“We both forgot, love. Come on.”
Protag lifted his head to punctuate his frustrations, “I know but-“
His frustrations are promptly drowned by a bite of strawberry cake being shoved into his mouth.
Coworker lazily chuckles, leaning his head a lot more casually on his palm, his elbow leaning so he can gaze at his lover more efficiently,
“Happy anniversary, love.”
Protag sighs, how can he be mad at himself when this man loves him so much?
He can’t. That’s how.
He grabs coworkers slice of cake, which was significantly smaller than his, and SMASHED it into coworkers face.
“WH-AKDJSNS HEYWAITITSONLYFUNNYWHENIDOIT-“
“Happy anniversary, love of my life. I love you.”
Coworker squished his face, before grabbing protags and kissing his face until its pink- in more ways then one.
“HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYSTOPITTTNOOOO-“
“ I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOOOOOO”