#( just want my risotto-- )

[gothearts]

Projecting my current gender wants onto my favs featuring trans Ris and Abba. Whether they're pre-transition, dont want to transition, or are trans fem is up to the viewer cause I wanna keep this relatable ig?

Idk, they're very gender to em though...

[kujainvidiata]

Draw risotto with kitty ears and tail... its his calling.... make him purr also... please.....

I wrote down this idea and will keep it in mind 😳

[inspector-montoya-fox]

this post was initially gonna be like a lazy rant about how the Klaww Gang's team dynamics suck ass but the more i wrote the more i realised there's so much to discuss. so today let's discuss how the Klaww Gang's team dynamics suck ass but not on like surface-level y'know?

i'm not even sure if the Klaww Gang qualifies as an actual gang because they barely even acknowledge each other? their interactions are very scarce. off the top of my head we get Rajan's party which they all attend apart from Dimitri (Dimitri attending Rajan's party would be so bizarre btw) and Jean Bison's phone call with Arpeggio. these are things friends do so maybe they should be the Klaww Friends ? i mean they have the sinister-looking conference room but we never see them hold a meeting there. moreover, they all act out of pure self-interest. they each got a Clockwerk part and just went on to do their own thing like counterfeit, drug production, etc. i mean what's even the point of forming a gang if their goal was to just split Clockwerk parts and then disband? did they have any other operations in the works? Arpeggio was planning on double-crossing the rest of the members anyway and he needed them to actually have the parts for his plan to come to fruition but still seems a bit pointless.

interesting question: how exactly did the Cairo Museum heist go down? was it like a group activity or pulled off by a single member? or did Arpeggio have Neyla break in and take them? because i can't imagine the Klaww Gang members coming together like an Ocean's movie to steal a bunch of robot owl parts? in fact, i can't imagine any of them stealing in the traditional like robber kinda way. with the exception of Bison and maybe Arpeggio, they're all shown to have some sort of prestige in their own part of the world: Dimitri was an established artist and nightclub owner and as shown in the comics hanged out with elitist socialites; the Contessa was a high-ranking Interpol officer; Rajan threw a lavish ball with hundreds of guests. like i wouldn't be surprised if the Klaww Gang members had institutional power. maybe they just bribed the museum to give them the parts?

and then there's the fact that they were a complete failure. i can't help but compare them to the Fiendish Five, who, let's admit it, won. they "won" in the sense that they achieved their goal. it's not like anyone stopped them. sure, Sly whooped their ass years later but they still killed ConnEr and split the Thievius Raccoonus. they went on with their lives until Sly grew up. like the first game is very much a revenge story. the Klaww Gang? not so much. the game takes place right after the Cairo Museum heist so all their scheming and plans could only take place for like maybe a couple of months max. and let's not forget they were also tricked by Neyla. flops.

i'm not sure why but i also think the Fiendish Five can evade the criticisms highlighted above even though they were also a bunch of strangers? Clockwerk was a much more menacing boss than Arpeggio (if Arpeggio can even be considered a boss. more like a final member), like i don't think anyone from the Fiendish Five would dare question his plan or motivations. but also, i think there was an underlining sense of camaraderie when each of them warned us about the next one post-bossfight, like at least some respect. i can't say the same for the Klaww Gang, like i can't even imagine the Contessa, Jean Bison and Dimitri interacting with each other (and now i suddenly can't think of anything i need more in my life). Clockwerk feels like the Fiendish Five's employer and he brought them together to pull off something kinda sacred like continuing the cycle of raccoon murders. basically they got together and did a thing and that was it like they just casually went on with their lives after that. Clockwerk was immortal, for all we know and as i have previously theorised there could have been previous iterations of the Fiendish Five throughout history. just baddies recruited by Clockwerk to help him take down the Coopers.

so yea. the Klaww Gang very much sucked ass but !!! i think it was for the better. even if i compared them to the Fiendish Five, i feel like SP wanted to set the expectations by making it seem like we were going to receive something similar just to then have things go down very differently. the Klaww Gang is different because its members (were under the illusion that they) were autonomous. they weren't let in on the big picture (What is this with clocks, bro? Have you no vision?) and they all thought they were the gang's top dog. this made for something very different, especially when you throw Neyla and outlawed Carmelita into the mix. but their team dynamics still sucked ass.

[mayordea]

i haven’t made jojo art in so long TwT just wanted to make something cool and edgy yeah

[pride-of-storm]

WE DO HAVE BREADCRUMBS!!!!

[smallblueandloud]

also, just to have a record: we had a lovely visita today with my mom's cousins and. i love my family. and i want to learn to cook. and. i always worry so much about whether my family thinks i'm lazy or a failure. and ultimately i have to decouple their approval from my self-esteem or lack thereof. but while i struggle with that. MAN. it's nice to hear that everyone is proud of me and more importantly that they're all understanding of how fucking exhausted i am

[dorkfruit]

wanted to draw my worst boy naberius

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

ate too much risotto

[clochanamarc]

smth so fondly loving about the idea of aisling and the kids and the squad having dinner together with your muse tho? cooking together and eating and laughing and sharing stories and banter and arguments, the way they all fall into unison, the way that food is a fundamental love language in the jones family bc the massive family feast is as meaningful and beloved as the quiet comfort of a grilled cheese and a mug of tomato soup shared at 2 in the morning.

[rnaeborowski]

speaking of things i don't like to eat, i have never had a risotto that i enjoyed and it makes me sad bc the concept of creamy rice just feels like it should be good but it isn't?

[thecherrygod]

man. having to wait to do things is fucking boring.

[cherrycreamsicle]

Downed my allergy meds and then housed a soft serve cone and well. I don't feel good

[sameteeth]

drawing cpt rex and got like. a third of the wsy thru colors before realizing i used the wrong helmet ref and had to redo it -_- i was so scared... but! crisis averted

[no-144444]

risotto- l.norris

summary: brazil was shit.

pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

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Brazil was his chance, and he fucked it up. He’d never been the best wet-weather driver in the world, he knew that. Going from pole to p6, effectively ruining any chance at the title didn’t exactly make him feel very good. All he wanted was some rest, some sleep, some good food, something to take his mind off his potentially fucked career. But you wouldn’t even be home, too busy overseas to even text him after the race. Not that he was mad, but he wished you had been there, even just in Monaco so that he could come home to you and your famous risotto recipe which was definitely not diet-approved, but it made everything ok again. He would kiss you and you would smell like you, maybe you’d even tell him he did a good job. 

When he opened the door to his apartment, he did not expect to hear slow Frank Sinatra songs playing from his speakers, the smell of butter and parmesan in the air, and his beautiful girlfriend humming along to the lyrics as she soft swayed to the music. 

“You’re home,” you smiled gently, making your way over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well done on getting through the weekend,” you whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

He teared up slightly, dropping the bag in his hand and tightly wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as possible. He burrowed his head into the crevice of your neck and sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. 

You let him hug you for a moment, hugging him back. He was broken, exhausted, and probably way too in his head about it all. You’d seen him do this before, putting too much pressure on himself until it was too late. You patted his back, letting go of him as his arms fell away. “Risotto is 3 minutes away, go get changed into some pjs, yeah?” you instructed. He nodded, yawning and sulking away to his bedroom as you started plating the food. You set it on the table and sat across from him as you both ate in silence. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked. “We don’t have to.”

He shook his head. “I’m kind of tired, I might just go to bed,” he explained. “How was your weekend?”

Deflection, he was good at that. You indulged him anyway. “It was fine, boring,” you admitted. “Just a bunch of collecting samples and testing them. The drug trials are going well though. I missed you too much though, so I decided to come back early.” 

A ghost of a smile graced his lips and you felt your worry lessen. “Boss let you off early?”

“He understood the circumstances,” you nodded. Lando chuckled lightly. 

“I love you,” he confessed. You giggled, taking his hand. 

“I love you too,” you smiled. “Now, let’s get you to bed, yeah?” 

“But the dishes-” “Can be done in the morning,” you finished for him, taking his hand and intertwining them with yours. You dragged him into the bathroom to brush his teeth, where he leaned on you from behind the entire time, making the both of you laugh. He even got his camera out and snapped a few pictures, ‘capturing your beauty’ as he would always say. When you both finally got into bed, he wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck once more. Everything was right with the world, you two were together, and once Lando had you, he wasn’t too worried about what the outside world had to say about him.

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[mauvecherie-writes]

lost within | lewis hamilton.

w.c: 2.8K

warning: smut with no central plot | explicit sexual content, oral receiving (f/m), penetrative sex. NOT EDITED

ru’s 💌: there was not any thought to this. I just wrote what I was feeling, and the words came out. I’m not fully back yet but my heart needed to feed my desire. And to remind you, I’m still around 💕

As if for the first time, you were really looking at him. His deep brown eyes framed by long, curled lashes and perfectly trimmed eyebrows that set low, just above his eyes. You loved the little mole that sat high on his cheekbone. Your eyes trailed down to the sparkling studs that were pierced into his nose. Before you could shift your eyes to the plumpness of his lips, you felt his warm breath soothe your skin.

Then you remembered just how close you were. Courage driven by liquor had led you up this point. Not for him but for you. It was just supposed to be a casual dinner – lovers from a past finding each other again after years apart. No intentional moves from either of you but just chemistry leading the emotions of the night.

The corner of his mouth quirked up into the quickest of smirks – as if he knew that this was always going to happen.

You didn’t think twice. You firmly pressed a kiss on his lips. Salty and earthy to taste as the mushroom risotto he had just eaten but oh so delicious just the same. Desire rose within you as you swayed into the power of that feeling. When his hand came to cup the side of your neck, you pulled back and looked at him.

Between shallow breaths, you stared at each other.

Lewis grinned down at you before he dragged you closer and kissed you. His lips moved in slow but gentle, sucking motions. The passion building between the both of you was hot and maddening and you wanted more. Your hands drifted up along the length of his muscular arms until your fingers caressed his neck and intertwined into the strands of his braided curls.

“I need you to jump, baby.” He said with an urgency that you did not hesitate to follow. The lustful hunger in his eyes reflected yours – nothing between you could be denied. As he walked to the bedroom, you hooked your arms around his shoulders and branded his lips with yours once more. You moaned into his mouth as his hands moved to palm your ass.

Once he entered the bedroom, he knelt on the mattress with you still in his arms. You let your limbs fall from him as he laid you down.

“Take it all off for me.” He murmured as he took off his t-shirt. You bit your lip as you marvelled over the artwork that inked his skin. There had been a lot more additions since the last time. Once his shirt was off and discarded, he pulled you closer to him by your ankle. A squeal left you as he hovered above you with his hands on either side of your head.

“Who knew that we’d be here after so long?” You whispered.

“I wished and hoped that maybe, one day we’d be here again.”

“So don’t keep me waiting.”

Not for another moment, he captured your lips with vigour. Lewis sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling onto it as he cradled your cheek into his hand. His tongue forced your mouth open and circled around inside. You let out a moan as he made love to your mouth,

He pressed himself onto you. The bulge in his pants poked your stomach which caused you to gasp. The physical manifestation of his lust turned you on. Your core heated up at the thought of more. His calloused fingers slid beneath you and moved up until they got to the clasp of your bra. You sighed as he unbuckled the wires. You bit your lip as he hooked his finger underneath the strap and pulled down until the material had fallen away from your chest.

“Ever so beautiful.” He whispered. A flush of warmth washed through your body.

“Ever the charmer.” You smirked. A shiver ran down the length of your spine as his hand cupped around your breast. A whimper left you when his thumb skidded across your nipple.

“You still sensitive?” he asked. You let out a sound of compliance as you closed your eyes. Lewis hummed as he trailed his way from your neck and down your sternum. Your legs quivered under his touch. His tongue glided down to your left nipple and sucked on it. The sound you made caused Lewis to suck harder and pinch the other between his fingers. You squirmed under him, fuelling his actions. His harsh breath against your skin, he squeezed, urging the tips forward to meet his lips.

Then he nipped.

You let out a cry as the flash of pain aroused you more.

“Do you still enjoy a little pain with your pleasure?”

“Everything is still the same.” You confessed.

“Good.” He replied with a sly smile on his face. His index finger traced your sternum and planted kisses after. His touch light, betraying their intentions – all the way down to your belly button until his hands were on your underwear. He removed them with a quickness but with the unbridling fever within you it felt like an eternity. You lifted your body with your elbows until you could see him in between your parted legs.

His face hovered above your sex, kissing your thighs, kissing across your vulva as he avoided the place that you needed him the most.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Just as I remember.”

“Lewis, please.” Your pleads sweet to the ear as the memories drenched him like a second skin.

“Will you scream for me like you used to?” His tongue traced down a path down to your labia and stopped right before your clit. Lewis held your gaze as your answer sealed your fate.

His lips brushed over the sensitive skin. Your eyes fluttered close as he pushed his tongue onto your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You cried.

His tongue was rough and wild just as your memories detected. A groan rumbled through his chuckle as he flicked his tongue up and down. Your walls clenched around nothing and barely able to stay still Lewis forced your legs wider and held them down as he sucked on your clit until you were trembling.

“So good.” He moaned against you before covering your pussy with his mouth and sucked heavily. Your breaths quickened as he continued to lick. His trimmed beard grazed your legs, the slight bun creating a deeper ache.

“Oh my-.” You whimpered as you felt your wetness trail down your thighs.

“Hmmm, I can feel it baby.” Lewis said. “I need to feel you again.”

And without warning, he thrusted a finger inside of you.

Your mouth gapped open as he re-discovered the walls of your pussy. He pushed and delved deeper and deeper until he found your g-spot, tickling it whilst he plunged another finger inside, stretching and creating a fullness you had been craving for along time.

In rhythm, lewis hooked his fingers, stroking your sensitive spot whilst never moving his tongue away from your clit. It was all too much for you.

“I’m going to come.” You moaned as you turned your head into the pillow beneath your head.

“That’s it.” He muttered into your pussy as he stroked it. You grasped at his head, gripping his braids in between your fingers. You couldn’t help yourself, in your pleasure – you pushed his head closer to your pussy.

His moan was muffled.

He didn’t stop.

He thrusted his fingers, curling them against your spot until he was pushing you over the edge.

“Lewis!” you gasped his name as you clutched at his hair tighter. Waves of pure ecstasy washed over you as he continued to suck on your clit. You came so hard as your body buckled beneath the weight of your orgasm.

As the haze lifted, Lewis pulled his fingers out. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean as he stood on his knees in between your legs. Due to your pulling, his hair had fallen out of its tie and fell around him like a curtain. You admired his body, his glowing bronzed skin, down the valley of his chest to his abs and the v-lines peeking from underneath the hem of his fitted trousers. Your hand trailed down over the curves and dips of his torso. Your tongue hungrily passed over your bottom lip. You manicured nail running down the length of the light pubic hair peppered on his lower abdomen until it nipped at his boxers caused his muscles to contract.

“Don’t be scared to touch me now.” He said, chortling. You shifted to your knees, bringing yourself to his height as you felt his bulge trapped under the material.

“Never that.” You mumbled through rugged breaths as Lewis kissed you.

“You taste better than I remember.” He mumbled as you fumbled with the buttons of his trousers.

“Like a fine wine, the mature, the better.” You spoke onto his lips as you tugged the pants loose. And once they were off, you shoved his boxers down and nearly whimpered at the sight. You gaped at his dick whilst it bobbed up and down, hard and throbbing. Your mouth was salivating for a taste. So you reached for him but he quickly stopped you.

“Nooooo.” You pouted which caused Lewis to chuckle once more.

“You can do that later, sweetheart. I need to be inside of you.”

“Let me get a taste first. I’ve missed you in my mouth” You laid a kiss on his chest, a groan leaving his lips as you twisted your wrist around his girth.

“You said that your flight was early morning.” Lewis murmured as he exhaled harshly. “You’re touching me like you want to play.”

“You’re a man of many talents Mr Hamilton.” You giggled as you cupped his balls, fondling them gently in your palm. “I’m sure you can find a way to still get me to my show on time. Because I really, really want to play.”

Lewis chose not to say more. He pushed his trousers away from his limbs and laid down. You switched your positions, you settling between his parted legs as you continued to glide your fingers along his length. His gaze locked with yours, the intensity of it causing your walls to clench.

Like from the past, you beam with delight under his stare.

“You’re so hard.” You whispered, jerking at the tip of his dick, reeling in the way that his hips bucked into your hand. He leaned back into the headboard.

“No more wasting time babygirl.” Lewis said as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb before pushing it against the plump of your lip. “Put this dick in your mouth.”

The slick heat of your tongue traced over his slit, back and forth, until you could hear him hiss. Then you pushed through your instinct until you were gagging.

“Ffuuckk.” Lewis groaned. “Just like that, baby.” You took a breath through your nose as you took him deeper down your throat. You bobbed you head up and down, over, and over until tears welled up in your eyes as spit gathered at the base of his dick.

His taste was good you could feel the walls of your cunt throb as your arousal pooled in between your thighs.

The more you stroked him, the more your throat contracted around his girth, the more control Lewis was losing over himself.

He pushed you off him. You smirked as you looked at him, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. Even though you had a taste, it was not going to be enough, but it would be for now. Your lust had taken over and you were getting desperate.

“I know that look.” He commented. “On you back. Now.”

You eagerly moved so that you were lying on your back with your legs spread to welcome him. His eyes zoned in on your cunt, slicked and ready to welcome him.

“We didn’t discuss this but I’m clean. The last test I took was four months ago, but I haven’t been with any one in that time.”

“I’m clean too. Last test was six months ago but it has been over a year for me.” You nodded at him. Lewis then lifted your hips and pulled you closer to him. Your weeping cunt was pressing against him, and you felt the shudder run through him and vibrate through you.

“I don’t think I’m going to last long.” Lewis earnestly confessed which made your heart swoon. He cupped your ass in his hands as your thighs rose to his waist.

“That’s okay. We got all night.” You smiled at him.

Then he slid into you. You gasped, your eyes widening as he filled you up and stretched you out. You squealed as he drove himself in and out of you. You knew that he was going to take his time, making sure that you were fully adjusted to his size. The feeling of him inside of you after so long was like returning home.

It felt so right.

Lewis groaned as sweat coated his forehead and dripped down the sides of his face. Sweat dampened your skin, making your breasts that were bouncing, slap louder against your skin as the power of his thrusts shook you.

His focus locked in with yours as your passions entangled furiously.

“You feel so good!” You cried as Lewis continued to charge forward, bucking his hips so that he could get as deep as he could. He pulled your legs to his shoulders until he was able to place kisses on the inners of your ankles. Despite how folded you were, you tried to move with the rhythm of his lunges, plunging deep inside.

It created an ache so great; your cries moved the tides of his pleasure.

You could feel your entire body move from the thrashing being given to you. Lewis was a man starved – years of not being with you, he was intending on collecting the great debt that he felt owed.

“So fucking tight and wet.” He groaned. “I can feel you drenching my dick in that way I like.” He murmured as he slammed into you with each word. His tip was scraping at your g-spot, urging your senses further. The feeling of your climax was on the rise.

Your pussy walls clamped down around him as his hands pushed down on your legs so that your toes were nearly touching the sides of your head.

“Baby!” You gasped he hovered closer and trapped your bottom lip with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. He smirked as your whimpers satiated his deep need for you.

“You feel so good baby. I’m getting lost in it.” He whispered as you laced your fingers through his braids you tried to stare into his eyes as tears blurred and pinched at the corners of yours.

This moment of pure lust and sensational sex was so intimate yet so vivid. Even if you were to never see him again after this weekend, you were going to remember it for the rest of your life.

Lewis increased his speed, the sound of your skin slapping against each other echoing within the room.

He moaned your name. You moaned his.

You held onto the bottom of his chin as your muscles contracted. Your breath hitched once more as your pussy convulsed around his dick. He groaned so loud; it seemed as if he was in pain. His face contorted as he spilled into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you shuddered. His seed warmed you as your climax peaked. Your body trembled in his arms as the shockwaves passed through your flesh.

As your senses came back to you, the tremors still vibrated within until your legs fell back beside his waist. He was nestled inside of you as his hands came to the creases of your bent hips as he leaned down to place a soft kiss onto your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as your body warmed as the lightness of his kiss left you dizzy.

Lewis placed his hands on either side of your head as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. The longer the kiss prolonged, the higher your desire rose once again.

“You’re attending the show as a guest, right?” He questioned. You hummed in agreement as you caressed the fluffiness of his beard. He pulled out of you and promptly slapped the side of your thigh.

“Turn around and get on all fours. I’m not ready to stop playing just yet.”

“As long as you go harder on me this time.” You teased as you assumed the position and twerked your ass in his direction. He gripped your cheeks and jiggled him in his palms.

“You don’t want that from me darling. Because if we indulged in that, you’d be bedridden for days.”

“Just a little bit baby. I need to feel you after you leave me.” You seduced him with your tongue as you turned your head to the side to meet his eyes. “Make me forget and just remember only you.”

The wickedness of your mouth persuaded Lewis. Once again, he was sinking into you with no reservation and getting lost inside the depths of your ocean.

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[starsjulia]

leah vs the kitchen // leah williamson

a/n : more fluff!!!

warnings : traumatised beth, mentions of sex

The moment you stepped through the front door, you knew something was wrong. The smell… oh, the smell. It hit you like a wall. Burnt… something. Not “oops, I left the toast in too long” burnt. It was the “fire department might need to get involved” kind of burnt.

“Leah?” you called out cautiously, shutting the door behind you.

From the kitchen came a crash, followed by a very unconvincing, “Stay out there! I’ve got it under control!”

You snorted, shrugging off your coat. Under control. Sure. If Leah Williamson ever had something in the kitchen “under control,” you’d eat your own shoe. You’d been with her long enough to know: Leah was talented in many, many ways. Cooking was not one of them.

“Are you burning down our kitchen for fun or…?”

“Just—just five more minutes!” Leah shouted back.

“Love, I think you’re out of time.”

You followed the smell to the kitchen and immediately stopped dead. It looked like a war zone. A pot sat abandoned in the sink, still faintly smoking. Something unidentifiable bubbled angrily on the stove, its consistency closer to wet cement than food. There were bowls, pans, and splatters of something everywhere. Leah stood in the middle of it all, wooden spoon in hand, hair falling out of her bun, and a streak of sauce across her forehead like war paint.

“Leah,” you said slowly, “why does our kitchen look like it’s being exorcised?”

She whipped around to face you, eyes wide with a mix of panic and hope. “You’re home early.”

“You said to come home at six. It’s six.”

“Well, yeah, but like six-ish,” Leah mumbled, abandoning the spoon in the bubbling pot of doom.

You crossed your arms, trying and failing to keep a straight face. “Is this… dinner?”

Leah exhaled loudly, running a hand down her face and smudging more sauce onto her cheek. “It was supposed to be. I watched two cooking tutorials for this, babe. Two.”

“Oh, you really committed,” you teased, stepping closer.

“I did!” Leah insisted, throwing her hands in the air. “But then I turned my back for one second, and the risotto—”

“Risotto?” You peered into the pot and grimaced. “Babe, that’s not risotto. That’s glue.”

Leah groaned, leaning against the counter in defeat. “I wanted this to be special. It’s our anniversary, and I thought, you know, candles, home-cooked dinner, romantic gestures… I was trying to impress you.”

You softened immediately, stepping up to her and slipping your arms around her waist. “Leah, you already impress me.”

She looked down at you, unimpressed by your sweetness. “You’re just saying that because I look cute with sauce on my face.”

“That too,” you replied, grinning. “But I’m serious. I don’t need a perfect dinner to know you love me.”

Leah sighed, resting her forehead against yours. “I do love you, though. So much it’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” you teased. “Big England captain, embarrassed?”

“Only when it comes to you,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss you softly.

The kiss lingered, warm and sweet, as Leah’s fingers skimmed up your back and yours tangled in her hair. For a moment, you forgot all about the smoke, the bubbling disaster on the stove, and the kitchen that looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Leah kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, and honestly, you were happy to let her…

Until the front door slammed open.

“Oi! Tell me there’s no food poisoning happening this time—”

“BETH!” Leah shouted, jerking back so quickly she nearly knocked you over.

There, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, was Beth, your toddler son perched on her hip, staring at the scene with wide, horrified eyes. Behind her, Viv peered over her shoulder with a grin, clearly enjoying the chaos far more than Beth was.

Beth took one look at the smoke curling from the stove and the sauce streaked across Leah’s face and muttered, “Jesus Christ. It’s happening again.”

“Beth, get out!” Leah cried, her cheeks turning beet red.

“I knew this would happen,” Beth said, ignoring Leah entirely. She turned to your son. “I told you. Didn’t I tell you?”

Your son wrinkled his nose dramatically, pointing at the stove. “Mama, why are you burning food again?”

Leah clapped a hand over her face. “I hate all of you.”

You, on the other hand, were too busy laughing to defend her. Beth shot you a look. “Don’t laugh! You don’t know what I’ve been through!”

“What you’ve been through?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Beth pointed an accusing finger at Leah. ���Last time I babysat, I came back early and walked in on—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Leah warned, eyes wide.

“—unspeakable horrors,” Beth finished dramatically, turning to Viv for support. “I haven’t been the same since.”

Leah groaned, grabbing a tea towel and whipping it in Beth’s direction. “You’re so dramatic.”

Beth ducked out of the way, still clutching your son like a shield. “I am dramatic because I’m traumatized. I see them kiss now, and I flinch.”

Viv snorted, clearly unbothered. “You brought it on yourself, to be fair.”

“Why do you always come home early anyway?” Leah grumbled, narrowing her eyes at Beth. “You’re meant to be babysitting.”

“I was babysitting,” Beth replied. “But he wanted his dinosaur toy, so we came back to get it. And you’re lucky I did because I think you were seconds away from setting this place on fire.”

Your son perked up at this, clearly unfazed by the chaos. “Is the house gonna blow up?”

“No, mate,” Leah said quickly, shooting you a helpless look. “It’s not gonna blow up.”

Beth raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You sure about that, Williamson?”

“Out,” Leah hissed, pointing toward the door.

Beth grinned, finally setting your son down and ruffling his hair. “Alright, alright. I’ll take him to ours and actually babysit. You two… do whatever it is you do when I’m not here to stop it.”

“Beth!”

She only cackled, grabbing Viv’s hand and dragging your son back out of the kitchen.

The moment the door slammed shut behind them, Leah groaned, sinking to the floor. “I’m never going to live this down.”

You sat beside her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “You’re really bad at keeping secrets from Beth.”

“She has a sixth sense for interrupting,” Leah muttered darkly. “I swear she hides in the bushes waiting for us to kiss.”

You grinned, reaching over to tug Leah’s face toward you. “Hey, it’s okay. Despite the ruined dinner, the smoke, and Beth’s trauma, I still love you.”

Leah softened immediately, a lovesick smile spreading across her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her lap and pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know?”

You smiled, turning to kiss her softly. “Even though I make fun of your cooking?”

“Especially then,” Leah replied, grinning against your lips.

And as the smell of burnt food lingered in the kitchen and Beth’s dramatic complaints echoed faintly in your head, you realized it really was the perfect anniversary, chaos, laughter, and all.