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Amanda, Angela, and Catherine stood near the craft services table, trying to act like nothing had happened.
“Do you think they’ll bring it up?” Catherine asked, glancing at Amanda.
“Please, let’s just get through this shoot without anyone mentioning last night,” Amanda replied, stealing a handful of chips.
But of course, as soon as they walked onto the set, the teasing began. Chanse was the first to spot them. He was sitting by a monitor, his finger paused mid-swipe on his phone as he grinned devilishly at the trio.
“Oh, hey, look who it is,” Chanse said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “The internet’s newest power couple—no, wait, power throuple—in the flesh.”
Angela shot him a look. “We’re not a couple, Chanse. We’re just… confusing everyone.”
Chanse waggled his eyebrows. “Oh, I can see that. I’ve been reading the tweets. You guys are blowing up. I mean, I wouldn’t mind a piece of that action.” He smirked, leaning in like he was about to reveal a secret. “So, are you three… officially ‘poly,’ or is this just the preseason?”
Catherine smirked back. “We’re officially weird.”
“Preseason’s a good way to put it,” Angela added, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Courtney and Shane, who had been eavesdropping from across the room, couldn’t help but laugh as they approached. Courtney gave them a side-eye and shook her head, arms crossed. “Oh my god, are you really going to pretend this is just a ‘bit’?”
Shane grinned. “I mean, we saw the photos. We know. You three are either hiding the hottest new secret or are just really into confusing the internet. I can’t decide.”
Amanda rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but grin. “The real question is, do you all want to be part of the drama?”
“Oh, please,” Courtney said, feigning seriousness. “If I wanted drama, I’d have stuck with the office gossip. This is way more entertaining.”
Angela laughed and leaned against a prop. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve been upgraded to audience status. Grab your popcorn, folks.”
As they all started to head toward the shooting area, Ian walked by, glancing at them with a raised eyebrow. “What’s this I hear? A polyamorous love triangle? Or are you all just auditioning for the next season of ‘Hot Messes of the Internet’?”
“Hot Messes, you say?” Catherine threw her arms wide. “I’m insulted. We’re at least… a medium-rare mess.”
Amanda shot Ian a look. “If you keep this up, I’m going to start a viral meme where you’re the one confused about who’s kissing who.”
“I already saw it,” Ian said with a wink. “It’s on my feed. I’m just waiting for you to confirm the plotline. You are dating, right?”
Catherine and Angela both turned to Amanda. There was a playful challenge in their eyes. “Well?” Catherine prompted.
Amanda, half-exasperated and half-entertained, threw up her hands. “Yes, we’re dating. Or… dating-ish. Happy now?”
The entire crew burst into laughter. “Finally, some confirmation!” Courtney chimed in.
Shane leaned over to Ian. “I’m going to get so many fanfics out of this. So many.”
“I know,” Ian said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I’m already working on mine. ‘Throuple—A Smosh Odyssey.’ It’s going to be a hit.”
Amanda, flushed and laughing, sat down in front of the camera, trying to compose herself. “You guys are the worst.”
Chanse leaned over to Angela as they all began to set up. “I’m not gonna lie, this is the most fun I’ve had watching you two get roasted. Don’t worry, you’re rocking the look. But you’re definitely trending.”
Angela laughed. “Glad to be the entertainment, Chanse. We were just trying to get through the shoot without being the topic of every conversation.”
“Too late for that,” he teased, grabbing a snack.
As they got ready for the shoot, the light teasing continued—jokes about “throuple power” and “polyamory in the workplace” filled the air. But underneath it all, Amanda felt a strange sense of warmth. The teasing was playful, not mean. People were curious, sure, but there was also an unspoken understanding that this was just another one of the weird Smosh moments they’d all turned into something viral.
At least, that’s how she was trying to convince herself. Because beneath the jokes, Amanda knew it wasn’t just about the internet anymore. They were all real, and the rest of the world was just now catching up.
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The three of them spent the next hour just chatting, joking, and relaxing in the warmth of the shoot. There was something incredibly domestic about the way they sat together, the easy rhythm of their conversations. They had quickly settled into a comfortable routine as a throuple, their bond stronger than ever.
After the shoot finished, they decided to head back to Catherine’s place. She’d recently moved into a new apartment, and they were all excited to see how she’d decorated it. When they arrived, they immediately kicked off their shoes and sprawled out on the couch.
Catherine had claimed the role of “chief organizer” in their little trio, so it wasn’t surprising when she announced, “Alright, I’m tackling the dishes. You two can either help or entertain yourselves.”
Angela, always the playful one, shot up from the couch. “You know what? I’ll help… but only if you make it fun. I’m not washing dishes in silence.”
Amanda, laughing, added, “I’m with Angela. How about a game? Something random and weird?”
Catherine raised an eyebrow, glancing at the pile of dishes. “Fine. I’ll put on music and we’ll have a kitchen dance party while we clean. Deal?”
The idea sounded absurd, and yet, it was perfect. Soon, the kitchen was filled with upbeat pop tunes, and the three of them were dancing around, joking, and even bumping into each other as they tried to get the dishes done. There was something impossibly sweet about watching them all work together, not as a couple trying to “perform” for anyone, but as just people sharing an intimate moment of everyday life.
Later that afternoon, as they collapsed on the couch, still laughing from their impromptu dance-off, Catherine slid her feet up onto Amanda’s lap. “This feels nice,” she said, resting her head on the armrest.
Angela, who had claimed the other end of the couch, looked over at them with a smile. “Yeah. Just… us.”
Amanda ran her fingers through Catherine’s hair absentmindedly, her thoughts drifting. “You know, it’s funny. We’re kind of like a little family now. And it feels… good.”
Catherine looked up at her with a fond smile. “I think we’ve always been a family. We just needed to figure out how to define it.”
Angela’s voice softened. “We don’t need a label, though. I think we’re fine just like this.”
Amanda nodded, agreeing. “Yeah. The world can call us whatever they want. What matters is that we’re happy.”
As they all relaxed together, the conversation turned to plans for the upcoming week. They chatted about work, personal projects, and a couple of ideas for some fun activities they could do together—whether it was cooking dinner together at Catherine’s place or planning a spontaneous weekend road trip. It wasn’t just about the fun moments or the big events that had brought them closer; it was the quiet, everyday things that made their relationship feel so comfortable and natural.
The next few days went by in a blur of laughter-filled dinners, movie nights, and simple domesticity. Whether it was Amanda and Catherine cooking together in the kitchen while Angela set the table or the three of them binge-watching their favorite TV shows in matching sweatpants, their life together felt like a slow, easy rhythm that they were both grateful for.
One night, as they sat on the couch, Angela let out a deep sigh. “You know, we could just stay here forever. Just us three, no expectations, no pressure.”
Catherine grinned, leaning her head against Angela’s shoulder. “I think I’m good with that.”
Amanda, her legs draped over Catherine’s, smiled contentedly. “Same. This is… perfect.”
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Later that night, after a full day of laughter and lounging around Catherine’s apartment, the trio found themselves in their usual routine. It was time to get ready for bed, a familiar comfort in their otherwise whirlwind lives. They drifted into the bathroom, each of them moving in their own way through the familiar motions: brushing teeth, picking out sleepwear, and preparing for the quiet intimacy of the evening ahead.
Amanda was the first to finish and slip into her soft, oversized t-shirt, her hair still damp from the shower. She stepped into the bedroom and pulled back the covers, letting out a sigh as she sat on the bed, waiting for the others. It was these little moments that made everything feel so normal, despite the whirlwind of new emotions and public attention they’d been facing lately.
Angela emerged from the bathroom next, in a loose tank top and shorts, her hair pulled into a messy bun. She smiled at Amanda, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her. “You know, I never thought I’d end up in a situation like this.”
Amanda glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, just… us. In a cozy little bed together,” Angela said softly, picking at the hem of her shirt. “It’s different. And I’m not saying it’s bad, just… I didn’t know how natural this would feel.”
Catherine, now in her own sleepwear—an oversized sweatshirt and shorts—entered the room, carrying her toothbrush. She dropped it on the bedside table before slipping under the covers. “I get it,” she said, settling in beside them. “When we first started, I think we were all a little unsure of how this would work, but now? It feels like we’re just… us.”
Amanda leaned back on the pillows, looking between the two of them. “It’s funny how things evolve. At first, I was worried it would be awkward, especially with how new all of this is. But now, it just feels… right. And comfortable.”
Angela let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I think we’ve always had something special, even before we became a… throuple.”
Catherine nodded, pulling the blankets higher up on her chest. “Exactly. There was always something between us. It wasn’t something we had to force, it just… happened.”
They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, the soft hum of the city outside the window the only sound in the room. It was clear that the trio had settled into an easy rhythm, but the subject of intimacy lingered in the air, unspoken but understood.
Amanda turned onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. “Can we talk about something a little more serious? About intimacy, I mean.”
Angela rolled over, propping herself up too. “Yeah, we can. What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know,” Amanda said slowly. “I think with all the time we spend together, the physical stuff has felt more natural than I expected, but… I don’t know if I always know where the boundaries are. With us, I mean.”
Catherine’s expression softened. “I get that. It’s easy to get caught up in everything and forget that intimacy isn’t just about physical closeness. It’s about emotional trust, too.”
Amanda nodded. “Exactly. I feel close to both of you, and I want to be close in every way, but sometimes I wonder if I’m balancing everything right. Especially when we’re alone together as a duo. It feels different, but also… intimate in a new way.”
Angela shifted, her voice quieter now. “I’ve been thinking about that too. Sometimes when it’s just me and you, Amanda, or just me and you, Catherine, it feels like there’s this special kind of closeness that’s different from when we’re all together. It’s… not that one is more important, but the way we connect feels different when it’s just the two of us.”
Catherine smiled, her hand brushing Amanda’s. “It’s okay to have those moments, though. The balance doesn’t always have to look the same every time. It’s all about how we connect, in whichever way feels right.”
Amanda looked at both of them, feeling a warmth fill her chest. “I guess I’ve been worried about that. Like… how do I give enough to each of you without feeling like I’m spreading myself too thin?”
Angela scooted closer, resting her head on Amanda’s shoulder. “You’re not. We all have our own way of showing love, and it’s okay to lean into that. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything when you’re with Catherine, and I don’t think Catherine feels that way either. We have our own individual connections, and that makes us stronger.”
Catherine leaned over and kissed Angela’s forehead before turning to Amanda. “Exactly. There’s no competition here. It’s all about what feels good for all three of us. And if something doesn’t feel right, we talk about it.”
Amanda’s heart lightened as she took in their words. It was strange how easily they understood her thoughts without her having to explain everything. There was a quiet reassurance in knowing they were all on the same page about this new territory they were navigating.
“Thanks,” Amanda whispered. “I needed to hear that.”
“We’ve got you. We’ve got each other, the witch sandwich” she says starting to laugh.
The laughter had faded into silence, thick with anticipation. Amanda lay in the center of her bed, heart pounding beneath the soft cotton of her tank top. Angela sat cross-legged beside her, eyes shining with familiar heat. Catherine stood at the foot of the bed, unsure for the first time all night.
Amanda reached out her hand. “Come here.”
Catherine’s lips parted, her breath caught, but she stepped forward, crawling onto the bed between them. The weight of the moment settled over all three.
Angela cupped Catherine’s face gently. “We don’t have to rush anything. Just… follow us, okay?”
Catherine nodded. “I trust you.”
Amanda leaned in, brushing her lips against Catherine’s, slow and questioning. Catherine kissed her back, hesitant at first, then hungry, her fingers knotting in Amanda’s hair.
Angela slid in behind Catherine, wrapping her arms around her waist and trailing soft kisses down her neck. Catherine gasped against Amanda’s mouth, and Amanda smiled, pulling her closer.
Angela met Amanda’s eyes over Catherine’s shoulder. “Can I?”
Amanda’s breath caught. “Yeah. I want you to.”
Angela eased Catherine back so she was lying between them. Her fingers roamed lightly—tentative, reverent—as she watched Catherine’s chest rise and fall. Amanda mirrored her on the other side, placing gentle kisses along Catherine’s collarbone, soothing the nerves in every tremble of her skin.
Angela leaned over Catherine and whispered, “You’re so beautiful like this.”
She kissed Amanda above Catherine’s body, slow and deliberate, and Catherine watched, entranced, as the intimacy between them unfolded inches from her skin. Amanda’s hand found Catherine’s thigh, and Angela’s followed suit, working in tandem to draw her open.
Catherine moaned, breathy and raw, as Amanda dipped lower, mouthing hotly against her inner thigh. Angela slid back, moving with purpose, retrieving the strap Amanda had shown her earlier—sleek, black, resting on the nightstand like a promise.
Angela looked to Catherine. “You okay if I wear it?”
Catherine’s eyes widened, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes. I want to feel both of you.”
Angela strapped it on slowly, the tension delicious and heavy between all three. Amanda leaned up and kissed her once—gratitude, desire, awe all wrapped into it then positioned herself over Catherines face.
Angela climbed over Catherine, checking her again. “Tap me if you want anything to stop.”
Catherine nodded again, this time more sure. Amanda laced her fingers with hers, anchoring her.
As Angela slid in, Amanda kept her eyes locked on Catherine’s, as she rode her face, Catherine trying to focus on pleasing her. Catherine’s mouth muffled again her, a gasp of pleasure escaping as Angela filled her, slow and steady.
Angela moaned quietly, hips rocking, and Amanda moved faster against her tongue murmuring praise between moans.
“You’re doing so well,” Amanda whispered. “You feel so good.”
Catherine arched between them, Angela deep and steady above her, Amanda matching her pace in time. The sensations built, a rhythm layered in trust and heat and something rawer—something real.
They moved together, not just for release but for closeness, for communion, for the unspoken promise that this wasn’t just sex—it was something new, something forming.
Catherine came first, a cry torn from her lips, eyes locked on Amanda’s. Angela followed, muscles tensing, the toy pressed deep, and Amanda—watching them unravel—let go too.
After, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweat and soft laughter. No one moved to leave. No one said a word about what it meant. Not yet.
But in the quiet, with Catherine tucked between them and Angela’s hand still holding Amanda’s, it was clear: something had changed.
The sheets were a mess, but none of them seemed to care. Catherine lay sprawled between Angela and Amanda, her cheeks still flushed, hair tousled, chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths.
No one spoke right away. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was full. Warm.
Angela broke it first, her voice soft, still a little breathless. “Hey… are you okay?”
Catherine turned her head toward her, eyes wide and glassy. “Yeah. I just—” She let out a little laugh. “That was… a lot. In the best way.”
Amanda shifted closer, brushing a strand of hair off Catherine’s forehead. “You were amazing.”
Catherine smiled. “I was terrified.”
Angela leaned in and kissed her shoulder, slow and tender. “We knew. That’s why we took our time.”
Catherine looked between them, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did it feel different? For you two?”
Amanda hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. But not in a bad way. Just… deeper. Like, something clicked.”
Angela reached across Catherine’s body and laced her fingers with Amanda’s. “I didn’t think I’d feel this close to both of you. I thought maybe it would feel like… sharing.” She squeezed Amanda’s hand. “But it didn’t. It felt like all of us were getting more.”
Catherine bit her lip. “I don’t know what this means yet. I mean, I like both of you. A lot. But is it stupid to say I’m scared I’ll mess it up?”
Amanda cupped her cheek. “We all might mess it up. But if we do, it won’t be because we didn’t care.”
Angela added, “You don’t have to have answers tonight. We don’t either. But I know what I felt. And I don’t want to pretend it wasn’t real.”
Catherine’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Okay. Then let’s just… be here. Like this. For now.”
Angela pressed a kiss to Catherine’s temple. Amanda nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder.
They lay in silence again, but this time it was clearer: no one was running. No one was pretending. There would be questions later—awkward conversations, maybe jealousy, definitely complexity.
But right now, there was only warmth, closeness, the shared breath of something just beginning.
And all three of them, tangled together in the dark, finally exhaled.