â got me wondering, iâm wondering if im on your mind â
pairing: stableronaldo x fem!reader
summery: sometimes you just need to clear up the air face-to-face or lips-to-lips when it comes to misunderstandings.
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the charity event wasnât supposed to be anything too heavy, just an afternoon where streamers traded their setups for sport matches in order to raise money for charity.
after an exhausting soccer match, you and jason lay flat on the grass, completely breathless. the two of you had been paired alongside other creators as team one.
unfortunately, while the opposing team had a few unexpectedly athletic players, your team's lack of stamina led to a lost and the other side was making sure everyone knew it.
"soccerâs never been my strength" jason mutters from beside you, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"no sport's been mine" you reply, pushing yourself up to a sitting position to sip on a bottle of water.
a few friendly opponents walk by to offer a casual "ggâs" which you trade with polite nods and smiles. but as you sit there catching your breath, one of jasonâs roommates walks over. throughout the match, heâd been playing aggressively, taunting relentlessly from the opposite side. now off the field, he doesn't seem to have an off switch.
"that game was like a toy for thanosâ he says loudly, shaking jasonâs shoulder roughly.
he keeps the stream bait trash talk going at top volume. you don't know much about the guys jason streams with.
your content is entirely different, baking and cooking tutorials, irlâs with your friends and the rare, horror game streams where your chat scares you more than the game itself. you certainly didn't know how jason's friends got along with him outside of edited videos, especially since jason himself was always sweet and genuinely funny whenever you collab.
jason maintains a tight, deadpan expression, staring straight into his camera while ron continues his bit.
frowning slightly at the noise, you scan the place until you spot your friend ellysa waving from the sidelines. you lift a hand to wave back. uninterested in entertaining whatever bit ron is running, you reach out to tap jasonâs shoulder, your fingers brushing against ronâs hand in the process.
"hey, iâm going to go say hi to ellysa," you tell jason quietly, stepping back. "see you later, okay?"
jason just nods, offering a brief goodbye before you turn and walk away.
a few days later, social media is flooded with recycled clips from the charity event. most of it is harmless, but one short segment stands out. the exact moment ron was looming over jason while you gave a completely neutral, blanked out look of pure confusion.
to you, it was nothing. you understood they were just being loud content creators. but the internet loves to create something out of nothing. your mentions are suddenly packed with strangers analyzing your micro expressions and claiming you looked miserable or judgmental.
you ignore it. your own community knows you didn't mean anything by it.
that is until you see a clip of ron reacting to the very same viral video on his own stream.
"honestly, i donât really know who she is," ron says, leaning back in his chair after clicking the link. "but how are you going to act like that when you go to an event full of streamers who are loud? especially since me and j are friendsâ
his chat floods the screen with immediate agreement.
exactly she didnât need to make a face or anything
honestly i only know her bc of jason
you still weren't planning on addressing it, until the people from his fanbase starts invading your comment sections on every platform.
later that week, while mid stream baking a batch of pumpkin muffins, the chat won't let it go. you sigh, wiping flour off your hands, and lean against the kitchen counter to look directly into your camera.
"okay, look. i see your comments, and i genuinely didn't want to bring this up because it's a massive misunderstanding," you say, keeping your tone light. "i didn't make a 'face' on purpose. i was just confused because jason wasn't saying anything back, and i'd never hung out with the guys he lives with before. it was my first time seeing that dynamic live, so i was literally just observing. and when i walked away, it was because i saw ellysa, not because it had anything to do with ron"
you offer a small, helpless shrug. "it got dragged out way further than it needed to be"
ik my queen was simply misunderstood
i was in the trenches defending her
girl we been known it wasnât a big deal
his fans are so parasocial
the address puts a temporary stop to it, but the internet never forgets.
by mid-october, the autumn chill has taken over and the leaves outside are scattered.
jason sends you an invitation to a halloween party at the core house. after debating whether itâs worth to go or not, your friends finally convinced you into saying yes.
the moment you step through the front door, you can smell the heavy mix of cheap alcohol, fog machines and crowded body heat.
groups are clustered outside on the porch, nursing drinks in the crisp air while the living room throbs with heavy music.
you find your group quickly. one of your creator friends gasps as soon as she spots you.
"you look insane, oh my god" she shrieks, eyeing your raven costume from teen titans, complete with the dark violet hooded cape, black leotard, and the small red gem resting neatly between your brows.
"thanks, so do you, gorgeous" you laugh, admiring her own vampire makeup.
you spend the first hour mingling, grabbing a drink, and wandering through the maze of people. itâs strange seeing the house mostly camera free for once.
that camera free peace shatters the second you bump into jason.
heâs holding a small setup, streaming the party. his eyes widen the second he spots you. "no way. your costumeâ"
"what about it?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.
"yo, j!" someone shouts from across the room, cutting jason off and making you both spin around.
you have got to be kidding me.
emerging from the kitchen is ron. he is dressed as beast boy, sporting the classic purple and black long sleeve, hair completely covered in bright green spray paint, matching the small green face paint smudged across his jawline.
your face instantly heats up. jason immediately starts laughing right in your face because he knows exactly how the internet is going to twist this, especially after the misunderstanding.
ron freezes dead in his tracks as his eyes land on your costume.
"i know youâre actually fucking lying to me" ron mutters, staring at you in absolute disbelief as he closes the distance between you two.
you roll your eyes, a reluctant smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth.
this was some sort of karma.
"should've let me know it was a teen titans theme, i would've dressed up as robin" jason jokes directly to his chat, panning the camera between the two of you like a proud matchmaker.
you just shake your head, laughing under your breath as you back away from the lens and drift toward the kitchen to escape the camera and jason.
the cold marble of the kitchen counter cuts through the fabric of your costume as you rest your elbows on it, watching the sea of bodies move to the rhythm of the music.
a sudden weight shifts beside you.
"so, raven. you're the one who looked at me like i kicked a puppy on stream last week" ron says, leaning his hip against the counter with a plastic red cup dangling lazily from his fingers. heâs got a smirk plastered across his face, looking too pleased with himself.
you turn your head slowly, offering him the most unimpressed look "i didnât look at you like anything. i was just trying to figure out if you ever turn your volume down or if screaming into a camera is your usual self"
ron chuckles, "wow. first time weâve ever actually spoken face to face and you're already coming for my throat. what, were you mad i didn't know who you were when your fans started crying in my chat?"
your eyes narrow, though the corner of your mouth twitches, threatening to betray you. "first of all, i didn't care. second of all, i didn't even make a face, your chat just loves making drama out of thin air. not that a guy like you can comprehend nuance"
âfor the record, your little fans came into my chat first. you owe me an apology or at least a better reaction than that blank stare you gave me on the field" he fires back.
"an apology?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, the little gem between your brows catching the warm overhead kitchen lights. "you spent twenty minutes on a live to complain about a girl standing near jason who made a face, big deal, kidâ
ron laughs, a loud, obnoxious sound, but thereâs a strange and playful warmth in his eyes that definitely wasn't there before. "honestly, i thought you'd be way more boring in person"
"how unfortunate for you that iâm not" you reply, tilting your chin up with a sharp, sweet smile. âare you going to keep standing here talking about internet drama like a loser or are you going to find yourself useful?"
"oh, and how would i do that?" ron taunts, raising his cup toward you with a cocky grin.
âbeer pong, beast boy. let's see if you're as good at drowning cups as you are at complaining"
you really wished you had an explanation for what you did after or more like who you did.
maybe youâll blame it on the alcohol.
but the alcohol wasnât the one who pushed you into the upstairs bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you while his hands trail down your body.
âronâ you sigh as he made his way down your jaw, papering kisses down your neck.
âi like it when you say my name like thatâ he murmurs against your skin, a smug little vibration in his voice that makes you want to bite him.
âshut up and kiss meâ you mutter back.
he laughs before placing his hand down your thighs and effortlessly lifting you up. you felt the cold marble of the sink counter at the back of your legs.
as he continued to work his tongue against yours, you felt his hands start to wander. wasting no time his fingers found your already slicked core, rubbing you through your clothes. he set a rhythm that made you whimper as you tilted your head back.
you felt his mouth back on your neck, his smirk placing kisses and sucking just enough to know that heâll leave a mark, but you were too enticed to care.
âplease, ronâ you whine as your hands trail down his hips, fumbling with the buttons of his pants.
he made a tsk sound, âtell me what you want and itâs yours, but i need to hear you say it, babyâ
âyouâre insufferable, you know that?â you whine out, glaring half heartedly at him.
âand yet, here you areâ he replies, his smugness practically audible.
âcâmon, i know youâre a good girl. say it and itâs all yoursâ he says as he slowly undoes his buttons.
and if you werenât already about to fuck him, you probably would have after hearing that.
âwant you, ron. sâbadâ your dignity flew out the window the second the words come out your mouth but youâre too busy to care as you watch him pull his length out.
your fingers slowly wrap around it and he hisses. you start to stroke him and the small sounds that come out of him while matching yours are your personal heaven.
âfuck, youâre good at thatâ he groans, his fingers tightening in your hair.
âpracticeâ you tease breathlessly, which earned you a dark, warning look from him. âcarefulâ
he holds your hands, stopping your movement. before you could question him, he takes a small step back and helps you widen your thighs.
he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, pulls your clothes to the side and aligns himself up. with your slick core and willingness, heâs able to bury himself inside you with one thrust.
you gasp and he moans as you rest your head on his shoulder. instead of going slow, his fast strokes and grunts only excite you more.
âfuckâ he groans as he establishes a rhythm that has you seeing stars. every thrust has you gasping and whining, and suddenly youâre thankful for the loud music outside.
âstill donât like me?â he breathes out, his voice rough against your ear as he drives into you.
âat allâ you pant, clutching at his shoulders as your nails dig in.
ronâs hips start to slam against you deliciously with a sense of urgency. his cock kisses your cervix perfectly with each thrust, and youâre almost sure the tight coil inside you was ready to snap any second now.
your breaking point came as he knew you were close and his finger came in contact with your clit.
âoh gosh, ron!â you cried.
âthatâs it, baby. thought you didnât like me and now look at you, coming around my cockâ he groans against your ear.
the mix of his words, his fingers and each thrust caused you to tilt your head back once again, moaning his name as you finally released.
and hearing you come undone must have been his breaking point because as soon as you started to ride out your orgasm, his hips shuddered against yours, releasing himself inside you, followed by a small string of broken curses, âfuck, fuckâ
you were both panting and he was still inside you, but as you both locked eyes, you couldnât help but laugh.
âwell,â he whispers, a slow grin spreading across his face. âthatâs one way to clear the airâ
âshut upâ you giggle, shoving his chest weakly.
he slides out of you with a small hiss, and you try to clean yourselves up.
as you look at yourself in the mirror, trying to fix your hair, he lands a kiss on your cheek and messes your hair up again.
âhey!â you protest, swatting at his hands.
you roll your eyes and turn to face him, wiping some of the smudged lipstick off his face with your thumb.
he unlocks the door, peeking through a small gap before he turns around and tells you the coast is clear.
as the two of you step out, you simply canât imagine yourself going back to the party after that.
and as if ron read your mind, he leans down to your ear and whispers, âdo you want to head to my room, instead?â
âanything to get away from jasonâ you mutter.
he leans down again and tells you he'll grab a water from downstairs and heâll meet you up.
you nod and walk towards where he had told you his room was.
unfortunately, you forgot it was still a party and jason comes around from the corner with his camera and all.
âwoah, where you going?â jason asks and you try to scramble for a quick lie.
âjust... getting some airâ you say, your voice pitching up.
he glances down at his chat, his face clearly confused and you try to read it too.
âyo, can you look to the side for me?â he asks, and so you do.
what you had clearly missed in the dimly lit bathroom mirror was a small smudge of green paint across your jaw, the exact same paint ron had been using.
âyo! what the fuck? donât tell me itâs from who i think itâs fromâ he exclaims, his chat instantly exploding.
before you have any time to panic, ron pulls up from the corner with two waters in his hands, freezing dead in his tracks the second he sees the camera pointed directly at your face.
ronâs eyes dart from the camera lens to the green smudge on your jaw and for a second itâs so quiet you forget there was a party downstairs.
jason grins, pointing the camera right between the two of you. âcare to explain why she looks like she just made out with the grinch over here?â
âturn the fucking camera off, jason,â ron mutters, stepping directly into the frame to block the lens with his hand, though itâs way too late.
you bury your face in your hands, realizing that your secret hookup is now known to millions of viewers.
july 2026 / merakiletters
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