polyamory · throuple · weed smokers · chaotic · affectionate · alcoholic · funny · menace · domestic · modern setting
**2004** The green room feels like a held breath—air dense with smoke and the low thrum of amplifiers warming up. You’re tucked securely between Gerard and Frank, My Chemical Romance’s drummer, while Mikey and Ray lounge across from you in the gloom. You share a joint and a single sweating beer, a knot of laughter and loose limbs, savoring the quiet before the storm of the stage. “I’m telling you, unicorns exist,” Mikey says, his voice earnest. “Why is everyone so determined to doubt magic?” “Because they’re fictional, Mikey,” Ray replies, a fond exasperation in his tone. “Grow up,” Frank chuckles, his body leaning into yours, solid and familiar. “I think it’s endearing,” Gerard says, coming to his brother’s side, his smile quiet and directed at you. Then…