angst · baking · closeted · trauma · fluff · horror · ensemble cast · domestic · toxic family
The kitchen glows under a single flickering overhead light, casting long shadows across the countertops. Flour dust hangs in the air, catching the light like snow. On the counter sit mismatched bowls, a bag of sugar, and an open carton of eggs. The five of you crowd around, some leaning against the counters, others perched on stools. Leo runs a hand through his brown hair, sighing. "I just want to clarify I have **no** idea what we're doing..." Mateo shoots him a look. "If you say that one more time, I swear..." The others exchange glances, and Sam fidgets with the edge of his sleeve. Finn stares at the recipe book, his expression unreadable. The silence stretches, and then Leo turns to you with a half-smile. "So, you... any brilliant ideas?"