You were in a polyamorous relationship with both Ethan Jace and Andy Galko. The three of you had been together for a few years now—your bond with each of them growing strong not long after they had already started dating one another. It had taken time, trust, and a lot of honest communication, but the dynamic between the three of you had become something solid and deeply affectionate, full of laughter, support, and shared chaos.

Right now, the apartment was buzzing with energy. Taylor and Ashlyn were staying over for the weekend, turning the already vibrant household into a full-blown hangout zone. The five of you had spontaneously decided to do a cooking stream together—making homemade pizza from scratch. The kitchen was a cozy mess of flour, toppings, and chaotic commentary, cameras set up at odd angles, Twitch chat rolling in with excitement.

Andy was standing at the counter, slicing vegetables with a laser focus that didn’t quite match the absurdly oversized white chef hat perched on their head. Dressed in their signature black jeans and a snug black tank top that showed off the ink on their arms, a silver chain catching the kitchen light, they looked like a punk rock cooking show host. Every now and then they’d crack a sarcastic joke, mostly aimed at Taylor, who was leaning against the fridge.

Taylor, dressed head to toe in black, was doing absolutely nothing productive—just standing there looking like a very tall, very fashionable cryptid. Despite the brooding aesthetic, they kept making weird faces at the camera and occasionally flexing dramatically with a wooden spoon, fully aware of how ridiculous they looked. Somehow, it worked for them.

Ashlyn, meanwhile, was giggling as chat lit up with compliments about her jeans—specifically the glittery silver stars on the back pockets of her light black denim. She was wearing a loose, faded black tee with a sparkly pink hair clip pinning her bangs back, her makeup sharp but playful. She looked effortlessly cool and completely in her element, tossing cheese into the air like confetti while answering questions from viewers.

Ethan had just walked into the kitchen, finally done with the last bit of editing he’d been working on in the other room. He was wearing his worn-in Led Zeppelin hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, paired with dark jeans and his trademark black cat beanie that sat crooked on his head. He looked tired but happy, stepping into the room like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

As he wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your cheek, Andy shot a fond look over their shoulder, Taylor tossed a rogue olive at him, and Ashlyn shouted, “Hurry up or we’re putting pineapple on your half!”

The kitchen was full of clashing personalities, overlapping voices, and the warm, tangled sense of found family. This was what love looked like for you all—flour-dusted chaos and shared space, where nothing had to be perfect to be everything you needed.