I thought of domestic Raul coz I just bought a new duvet cover and it just feels so good to be in bed just domestic Raul buying a new set of bedding and both of you losing your adulting minds at how good it feels
hi babes, i’m super late but here I am now! hopefully you like it!
*Word Count: 600+
*Warnings: just a whole lot of fluff
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Coming home from work after a long day always feels fantastic.
So as soon as Y/N stepped foot into her apartment, she dropped her shoes and her bag by the door and moved to her shared room with her boyfriend so she could shower, Raul would probably arriving in a couple of minutes and she was already planning how she’d convince him to order take out instead of both of them cooking dinner. While under the warm water, she heard the front door opening and Raul’s voice was quick to follow.
“Darling? I’m home” he called from the living room.
“I’m in here” she was quick to reply as she hear shuffling just outside the bathroom door.
“What do you think about ordering italian?” he offered and a grin was quick to spread on her lips.
“The best idea you’ve had in your life”
With that he only chuckled and mumbled an “okay”
Y/N found weird the fact that Raul didn’t even try to pry the door open to throw a flirty comment at her, or join her or simply sit on the floor to talk about his day, but maybe he was just extra tired so she just ignored it in favor of finishing her shower so she could move to the living room to watch a movie or something.
Just as she was ready, she opened the door to their room only to find their bedding all over the floor as Raul added the finishing touches to their bed. Y/N just stood there in shock at the scene unfolding before her. Raul was spreading new sheets, a white heavy duvet and a soft fuzzy blanket on top of their huge bed, new candles lit up aligning their TV stand on the bedroom as he arranged the pillows back in place.
“What’s going on?” she was able to ask a few moments after letting the whole think sink in.
“Oh, hey you” he said with a big grin on his face as he turned to wrap an arm around her waist and place a peck on her lips “looking gorgeous, darling” he said with a smile.
“What did you do?” she said as she wrapped his arms around his narrow waist.
Raul only smiled at her “I went with Peter so he could buy new sheets since he only had his old ones from college, and they made me buy this”
“They made you buy this?!” she asked trying to hold back a laugh.
Raul shrugged with a lopsided grin “well, they showed me how soft these were and I was convinced, come try this babe, it’s unreal”
“Honey, no, we need to do the laundry and have dinner, come on” she said letting go of him to grab his hand in favor of trying to pull him away from the bedroom.
“Five minutes and I promise I’ll go with you” he promised and after a couple of seconds of staring at his pouting lips and she couldn’t say no to him, so as soon as Raul didn’t feel as much resistance, he pulled her to lay on their bed on the new bedding and Y/N sighed in relief as she was engulfed by the softest sheets she’s ever felt against her skin. He pulled her on top of him before wrapping her in a tight yet comforting hug. The constant thump of his heart relaxing her sore muscles and slowly making her realize how tired she actually was. She fought her best to stay awake, but as soon as Raul cared his fingers through her hair, her eyes slowly starting shutting closed.
“Darling? Are you falling asleep? We need to eat first” he said in the softest voice.
“Hmm five more minutes” she mumbled softly, nuzzling on his chest and he chuckled gently.
A/N: Hi! I’m alive and finally posting that Raul fic I’ve been talking about forever! Hope you’ll like it <3
Word count: 5822
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Nothing was more soothing than the smell of a book and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
You sat in the back of the bookstore with a cup of ginger tea, cozy in your favorite pair of light wash baggy jeans and a knitted deep green sweater. It was a good day at work, sales were going well and you were already done organising the stock room after this morning’s arrival.
Customers were patient when they came to this store, they enjoyed the atmosphere and looked around while waiting to buy the books they had picked. The owner of the store, Amanda, was in her thirties. You volunteered to help her because you came here to buy books every week when you were younger. She would have hired you, but you were too young for that at the time and the store didn’t work well enough for her to be able to provide a salary. Instead, she paid you in books and unlimited tea or coffee in the back.
Now that you were older your arrangement was still on, you were familiar with the place and sometimes kept the store open on your own. She officially hired you when she got pregnant, knowing that it was time for her to take a break and leave the store in good hands. Once the twins were born you remained at the store, taking on extra hours so that she could take care of her kids with her husband.
The twins were about to turn two, and the store was still your safe space. You had been out of school for just a year, which allowed you to work full time
“Honey,” Amanda popped her head into the back, making you look up from your book. “Do you mind closing up for me tonight? I’ll be in early tomorrow, there’ll be that new volunteer I told you about,”
“Of course, what time are you leaving?” You tried not to make a face at the reminder. The store didn’t need anyone else, you could handle it.
“In an hour,”
“That works,” you smiled, waiting until she had closed the door again to let your expression fall.
You had been sulking since you found out some guy named Raul would volunteer here for the next few months. This store was your safe space, you grew up here with your books rather than around people, and you’d like it to stay that way. Amanda was cheerful when she announced the news, telling you she had met the boy and that you’d probably be friends.
Friends. You didn’t have many of those. There was Cal, of course, the boy that grew up in the apartment across from yours with his mother, he was a year older than you and practically your brother. You didn’t spend much time with anyone else.
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“Are you ready to meet mystery boy?” Cal asked you over the music you had put on in his bedroom. You were painting your nails and he was painting on a large canvas. It was his favorite activity, he enjoyed abstract things.
The carpet of his bedroom had long been replaced by easily washable tiles, so you were sitting on a rug to avoid the cold.
“There’s no need for a mystery boy,” you grumbled, closing the small glass bottle and putting it down on the floor.
“Amanda said it was more for him, he needs the volunteering experience. It’s not like he’d get a job, there’s no need for that when you’re around,”
“Still though,” you argued without moving your hands, making sure not to mess up your nails. “We’ve got things in hand, there’ll be nothing for him to do.”
“Amanda’s got twins at home, if he gets good I’m sure she’ll take some time off,”
“No, I don’t want to be left alone with him,” you whined, already imagining how awkward and annoying it would be.
“I’ll pop by during my break tomorrow. I’m sure he won’t be that bad,”
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Raul was that bad. You knew you wouldn’t get along the second he made it through the door. You had come in early to open, Amanda only joined you ten minutes before Raul was due to arrive.
He walked in with a smile, greeting both of you before Amanda took over for all of the introduction while you fought the urge to go hide in the back. He was tall and good looking, it was obvious he knew it too, and you didn’t like it. His size made you feel small, he was everything you loathed. This was your space, your bookstore, your safety. He didn’t get to come in and make you feel intimidated.
You found out after he took his leather jacket off that he had a half sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. From what you could see about him so far, if you had to classify him as a typical book character you’d put him in the “asshole bad boy in need of character development” box.
You thought the day might be better when you realised the playlist Amanda had put to play through the bookstore was yours. One of your favourite songs was playing softly while customers talked together, it was familiar and nice, so Raul had to be the one to ruin it.
“So what’s your favorite book?” He asked you, opening boxes and stocking books next to each other.
“I don’t have a favorite.” You stacked the rest of the collection on the shelf, moving on to the next box. The beauty of reading was that you could get pulled into one story after the other just by opening a book. You didn’t like choosing favorites because it meant constantly comparing, you wanted to let yourself be amazed by new things all the time.
“Do you have a favorite song?” He tried to get something else out of you, but you didn’t want to talk, so you lied rather than answering.
“No.”
“How long have you worked here?” He continued to pry and you let out a long sigh.
“Six years.” You kept your answer as short as possible.
“You’re not very talkative.” He observed, pausing his work to look at you, only to be met with a glare.
“Oh you noticed?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm as you replied, his incessant questions getting on your nerves. Stocking shelves was easy and quiet, there was no need for his stupid small talk. It was obvious that you were too different, you’d have no common interests and any conversation would just get awkward.
You finished up with your box with practiced ease and left Raul to do the rest. It was easy enough that he didn’t need you around. You did everything you could to be away from him for the rest of the day, telling Amanda you’d take care of payments because then at least Raul would have to do something else, preferably on the other side of the store.
Cal eventually came by to save the day, and you were more than grateful when you saw him walk through the door.
“My hero,” you took the little brown bag from Cal’s hand when he reached the cash register where you were currently sitting. The store was quiet so he wasn’t bothering anyone, and Raul was busy organising the display.
“Figured I needed to bring something to get you in a good mood,” he grinned in response. “Quiet day?”
“So far,” you hummed, taking in the sweet smell of the pastry he brought over. “Are you staying long? I can make you coffee,”
“I’m good, I’ve got a few things to do at home so I can’t really hang out, but come over after you close up, okay?”
“Sure,” you smiled and he waved as he left.
Despite the interaction being brief you were glad he took the time to stop by. If you had really been having a bad day he might have stayed longer, but since you were slowly getting used to Raul there was no need for him to ditch his other responsibilities.
You finished up some paperwork to get through the day, and before you knew it Raul was out the door and you were cleaning the store before closing.
You didn’t spend long at Cal’s that night, you only gave him a summary of how much of an asshole you thought Raul was and he laughed at you. To be fair, he was probably right to, you were judging the guy based on a first impression and he really hadn’t done much except ask you a few annoying questions. You just had a bad feeling and you refused to think any good of him until he proved he was better than he seemed.
Raul, being the perfect person to get on your nerves, proved he was better rather quickly. First, he tried your ginger tea when the box was close to empty, and he replaced it before it was even finished. You had forgotten to bring a spare box from home that morning, so you mumbled a thank you to him for being mindful. There was no way for you to get through a day without tea.
Then, he did a lot of things silently. As soon as he got the hang of the job he stopped asking questions and slid things towards you without a word when you looked like you didn’t want to talk. He surprised you the most when he slid a cup of tea towards you as you sat at the register and took payment from a few clients.
“Do you not want it?” He asked when he saw the bewildered look you were giving him.
“N-no, I do. Thanks,” You placed it somewhere you wouldn’t spill it before scanning the next book.
Raul was gone when you looked to the side again, and you shook your head before moving onto the next customer. Maybe he wasn’t horrible.
Two weeks went by before Amanda made her announcement to you. Since Raul worked well and you could handle pretty much anything, she decided to take more days off and left you alone with him most of the time. You weren’t dreading it as much as you had before you met him, but you weren’t delighted either.
This was the only place you were truly comfortable. You lived in a nice small town, everything was within walking distance, people knew each other, and you had your quiet peaceful place in the bookstore. You didn’t like it when things changed, Amanda was one of the rare people you felt safe with, and while being left with Raul was temporary, you worried someone would eventually replace him. What if that person was worse? What if Amanda didn’t keep the store and moved somewhere closer to the beach like she always said she liked? What would you do then?
You were in an awful mood on your birthday less than a week later. Amanda wasn’t there, you’d have to work all day with Raul, and Cal was busy so you’d see each other at night. You wished he could at least come hang out at the store for a while, but you knew he had other responsibilities.
“Happy birthday,” Raul chimed when he walked in less than ten minutes after you had reached the store. The door was unlocked although the sign still clearly said ‘closed’ and you almost wished you had locked it behind you. “Here,” he handed you a rather large plastic container and a wrapped gift.
“Thanks,” you looked at him in surprise. You felt bad for being in such a bad mood when he was making some obvious efforts to be nice. “How did you know?”
“Amanda mentioned it a few days ago,” he shrugged. “Try those,” he opened the container for you and prompted you to take a brownie.
You bit into it and almost moaned at the taste.
“Did you bake those?” You had never eaten a brownie that good before. You always found them too dry, or too dense, or even too sweet. These were perfectly balanced and chewy.
“Uh? Fuck no, my mom made them,” Raul placed them on the table near your tea so that you could eat them later.
“Tell her thank you,” you smiled, chocolate clearly was the key to your heart. You picked up the gift next, wondering what kind of book he could have gotten you.
As you tore the paper to reveal what it was, you were surprised to find a notebook. It was the exact same one you had at the moment, but it was another colour and had beautiful embroidered flowers on the cover.
“It’s gorgeous, thank you so much,” you opened it to feel the paper. Dotted pages. Just what you liked to write and doodle on. “This is perfect,”
“You’re welcome,” Raul’s cheeks turned a little pink, but you didn’t make much of it as he moved on from the conversation and began asking you all kinds of things about this morning’s delivery.
Your birthday went by much better than you had expected when you got up. Raul barely got on your nerves and you could almost say you were starting to become friends.
That, of course, didn’t last more than a week.
While your birthday had been a success he lost all of your respect the day his friends came to the store.
The day you first met Raul you had immediately thought the worst of him, but a small part of you still hoped he would be a good person. With his friends that small part of you was nonexistent.
The boys were loud even from the other end of the store, they sounded, looked and behaved like entitled assholes. You didn’t really recognise them because you never talked to many people back in high school, but you had seen them around back then, bullying other kids in the cafeteria.
Even almost a year later in your own same space they made your stomach churn. Seeing Raul with them was like a punch in the gut.
“She looks about as interesting as that thing,” one of the guys pushed one of the books on the shelves slightly out of place.
“Stop, she’s nice,” Raul defended you, which redeemed him in your eyes just a little.
“Dude, are you whipped for the nerd?” A louder voice exclaimed through the store.
You looked down at what you were doing and kept on working. If you could have disappeared then, you would have.
“Shut up,” Raul laughed loudly with his friends, breaking your heart a little further. “I’ve got better to do than spend my life sitting on a couch reading books, not my type,” he snickered while your cheeks burned with shame.
“No one’s type,” One of them chuckled a little more quietly, but you still heard him and let your hair fall in front of your face as you finished cashing off your last payment.
It was embarrassing how easily Raul could ruin everything for you. This was his fault, he pretended to be nice, he made you think you were worthy of making a new friend and then went and proved you wrong.
The rejection stung a little bit more than usual, maybe it was because this time you had thought someone different could truly find you interesting and you never allowed yourself to have that much hope before.
The second you were done, you hurried to hide in the back. Amanda saw you come in and cut her break short to take over with customers without question. She had seen that look on your face before, so she knew better than to try and talk to you until you had time alone to calm down.
You stumbled and sat in a corner of the room with your jaw clenched. Your comfort book was in your hands, the pages worn out and the cover a little torn. It was familiar. Your fingers trembled as you pulled the bookmark out to resume your reading where you left it last time you felt like this. It helped you focus. You knew you’d be fine if only you could clear your head for a little while.
You wanted to get rid of the shame, but you wanted to keep the anger. Raul had no right to speak that way. He couldn’t walk in here, read your favorite books, ask you for recommendations and then make fun of you for liking said books. It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t just walk into this store, into your life, and then just ruin it all without a care. It took years for you to build this space of comfort and safety for yourself, you couldn’t let him destroy it so easily.
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For two weeks Raul didn’t hear a word from you unless absolutely necessary. You answered him when it was work related and remained silent about everything else. He looked hurt by the treatment you were giving him, but not confused.
“So,” he tried to get your attention again, and you barely looked at him. “Which should I read first?” He held up two Brontë classics in front of you.
Wuthering Heights was the obvious answer, but instead of naming a title you finally snapped at him.
“Don’t you have something better to do than spend your life reading books?” You reused his own words.
To say Raul was shocked was an understatement. He had never seen you react in any way close to aggressive before, so this sudden change made him take a small step back while he stuttered.
“That’s…I- I didn’t mean it like that, you always give me good things to read,” he lamely tried to appease you, but you were done with his fake niceties.
“Careful with these ones,” You nodded towards the books and continued. “Might turn you into a nerd, and then you won’t be anyone’s type, right?”
You stormed off on him then, going to take care of boxes in the storage room so that he’d leave you alone, but Raul wasn’t letting you off that easily.
“Hey, hey wait!” He bounced after you, almost throwing himself in front of the door to stop you from leaving. “What’s going on now? They were just saying stupid shit,” he tried only to receive a look from you that made him take a deep breath. “Okay, listen,” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know they suck, and maybe I suck too for not telling them off.”
“If you think they suck why are they your friends?” You crossed your arms over your body.
“They’re not my friends, they’re just on my soccer team,”
“Looks like you all bonded pretty well,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the pathetic excuse.
“I’m sorry,” He put his hand on your arm, tentatively trying to get you to listen and open up to him again. You used to be like this when he met you, and days after he fucked up he cruelly missed the way you had been once you relaxed around him. “You’re right, it was hurtful and I shouldn’t have laughed along. I promise I won’t speak like that again, and I won’t let other people do it either,”
“Good for you,” you gave him no sign of forgiveness or even accepting his apology. Raul waited a few more seconds, looking into your eyes and waiting to see if you’d say more.
“I like you.” He dropped the words unceremoniously, like they were not the most unanticipated words in history.
“What?” You stepped back from him, frowning with confusion written all over your face. Was this really the card he was trying to pull now?
“I like you. I don’t think you’re no one’s type, and I don’t think it sucks to spend a lot of time reading. I think it makes you way smarter than me, and you’re great. Please, forgive me,”
“Grow up Raul.” You shook your head, somehow even more hurt by the way he was handling this apology than by his previous actions. “Being mean to a girl because you like her is a really shitty excuse.”
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Another week passed before Raul slid a book in front of you to make you look up from the one you were reading.
“Have you read this?” He asked as you studied the cover, trying to figure out if you had noticed it before. You always made mental notes of what books you wanted to read in each new delivery and then promptly forgot to read most of them because there were too many.
“No,” you replied because this one was new and you hadn’t even gotten a chance to look at it yet.
“I really liked it, I thought maybe you would too,” he bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck, wondering if you were about to tell him to fuck off because you still had every right to.
“Well look at you recommending me books,” you were truly surprised, in the best way possible. He clearly relaxed when you said that, regaining some confidence as he answered.
“I like to call it growth,” Raul winked. “Or a start, at least,” he continued with a small smile that you returned.
The battle wasn’t over yet, but he took it as a victory.
Continuing with his efforts, Raul did his best to keep talking to you without bothering you, and eventually the incident got sent to the back of your mind. You enjoyed spending time with him, he had apologised and his actions showed that maybe he did deserve a second chance.
The shop ran well even when Amanda was away, and she had already mentioned offering Raul a contract once his volunteering time was over. You weren’t as annoyed with the idea as when you had first imagined finishing in this situation. Raul had disturbed your space when he first came to work with you, but now that you were used to him he had become part of it.
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“Hey listen,” Raul got your attention one Friday afternoon. “Me and my brothers are having people over tomorrow night and I figured, well, would you like to come?”
“You mean like a party?” You had only ever heard about his brothers and friends, you never expected to meet them, especially not at a party.
“It’s something small, maybe like eight people,” he tried to not make a big deal out of it so that you could be interested, but the soft rejection he received didn’t surprise him when you replied.
“Thank you, but I don’t think I’ll join.”
“They’re nothing like the guys that came here last time,” Raul knew your answer wouldn’t change, but he still felt the need to mention it.
“I’m not worried about that,” you gave him a reassuring smile. You were over the whole incident now. “I just… I don’t know any of your friends,”
“I get it, it’s okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” He left you there to pick up his work, unaware that he had given you something to overthink for the whole day.
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By some miraculous act of bravery you went back on your words and told Raul you’d come over. It felt amazing to have done that until you were at home later that evening overthinking absolutely everything about this party. How were you supposed to dress? What should you bring? Was it okay if you baked something or were they expecting you to bring alcohol?
“Cal I can’t believe I said yes to a party,” you whined into the phone minutes later. “I can’t go!” You paced around your bedroom as you talked. There wasn’t much space so you were just walking two to three steps back and forth; it only made you more nervous but you couldn’t bring yourself to sit still.
“Of course you can,” he only laughed on the other end of the line. “You just have to decide you want to, and I don’t think you’d be calling me if you didn’t,”
“I don’t know how I’ll feel when I get there.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek.
“Your friendship with Raul is still going to be there outside of work, and if there’s anything you’re allowed to just leave, you know?”
“I guess, yeah,” you sighed and gave in, flopping down into your bean bag with a disconcerted grunt.
A whole night would have to be enough for you to think of an outfit.
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When you made it to the house there were only two cars in the driveway, one of which you recognised the Jeep the triplets shared. Raul rarely had it, he was always complaining that Peter hogged it to visit new places and take pictures, but it was only fair since he lived close enough to walk to the bookstore.
You had never seen his brothers apart from a few pictures, so you knew the three looked strikingly familiar, but it didn’t stop the look of surprise from spreading on your face when Shawn opened the front door seconds after you rang the doorbell. If it hadn’t been for the guitar tattoo on his arm you would have never been able to tell which one he was.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” He pulled you into a tight hug without hesitation.
“Shawn, leave the poor girl alone! She doesn’t need you clinging to her!” His brother exclaimed from behind him. He was the only one with even white skin on his arms.
“It’s okay,” you smiled although you were thankful for Peter’s save. He offered you a handshake rather than a hug, and you already felt like you were going to get along with him.
“Come on, I’ll show you around,” he walked just a step in front of you and began to take you around the house.
It was fairly large, which Peter explained had been necessary when the three of them became teenagers and began to fight a little too much because they had to share a room.
“Well, my parents didn’t care when we argued, y’know? That’s normal kid stuff,” He said and you nodded though you grew up without siblings and had no idea what he meant. “But we had those really thin walls and then one day there was a dent in the wall the shape of Raul’s body so let’s just say they realised we’d need our own bedrooms from that point,”
“Raul was the one who got pushed around?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise, to which Peter laughed.
“Trouble usually started and ended with Raul.”
“Talking about me?” He popped up behind you and a smile spread on your face.
Maybe Shawn and Peter were hard to differentiate, but it was because they lacked some of Raul’s unique features that had become familiar to you. He looked different from them in your eyes, and he was the only one you were sure you could tell apart easily.
Three other people made it to the house once Peter was done with his little tour, and you realised Raul had been right. His brothers and friends were all welcoming and you grew more comfortable as the night progressed. He stayed with you until you had enough time with Peter to discover he was the complete opposite of Raul.
You had taken a liking to him instantly, but it wasn’t until you started gushing about book characters with him and discussing theories that you realised how much you had in common.
You were shocked with the differences between the three brothers, but seeing the way they all got along was even more of a wonder. It was only then that you understood the guys that came into the store and insulted you really hadn’t been friends with Raul. Peter was just like you and you knew Raul would never dare make fun of his brother’s interests, as he wouldn’t with yours.
“So you get on each other’s nerves but you still spend all your time together?” You clarified what Peter was babbling on about to try and explain how much he hated but loved his brothers.
“I mean yeah, especially since Raul quit soccer,” he went on about yet another story of an evening camping, and you laughed at all the right times though your mind wasn’t focused on him anymore.
You silently thanked Shawn when he came over to say something to Peter so that you could excuse yourself and escape to the kitchen.
“You quit soccer,” you leaned against the doorframe, watching as Raul piled some of the empty pizza boxes on the counter.
“Didn’t like the team much,” he shrugged like it was no big deal, turning to you and nodding off to the door that led outside. “And there’s this great girl I know, she’s been recommending me books and now reading takes up all my free time,”
Your heart skipped a beat and you wished you could blame it on the fresh air you were hit with when you stepped out after him. “You think I’m great?”
“Of course I do,” he watched the surprise in your eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips because he thought you were adorable when you didn’t know what to say to a compliment. “You really don’t give yourself enough credit,”
“I haven’t really been told that before.” You looked down, unable to hold his stare, but Raul took your hands in his.
“Well that sucks, there’s tons of great things about you,” he didn’t let you feel down for another second. He could see you didn’t believe him, so he pulled his thoughts together as quickly as he could and began listing all of the things that made him think you were amazing. “You know random scientific facts, you’ve read historical novels on murderers and architects and about every kind of thing,” he stated, making you look up at him. “I haven’t read anything you write but I know you always use the right words and get your point across. You have characters in your heart that have shaped your personality into this kind, funny, clever and amazing person and you deserve all the credit in the world for that. You know about everything,” he continued. “And you deserve to take space with that knowledge because I genuinely believe you’re the only person smart enough to run the world.”
You had to physically stop yourself from gaping like a fish, but there was nothing you could do against the tears that were pooling in your eyes. Raul gave you a moment to reply, watching as you stood there without blinking in hopes that your eyes would dry before he could see you were so emotional you wanted to cry.
“I- I really don’t know what to say,” you eventually stammered.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he gave your fingers a squeeze. “I just want you to know you shouldn’t doubt how great you are.”
The best you could do was nod as he took another step closer, towering over you without ever breaking eye contact. He was so close you could feel his warmth, smell the cologne lingering on his shirt when he should have smelt like sweat and pizza, but he was Raul, with his perfectly gorgeous eyes that pulled you in and made you forget everything else around you.
He was all you could feel. Slow breaths fanned over your skin when he leaned in, quieter than the music coming from the house and yet they were the only thing you could hear. His lips came dangerously close to yours, warm, pink and perfectly soft, but it wasn’t until the tip of his nose brushed yours that you reacted.
You jerked your head back a little in surprise and babbled quickly. “Raul! I- uh, I’ve never-” Your heart hammered in your chest, making you want to die of embarrassment.
He wanted to kiss you. Everything had gone in slow motion, the kind of perfect thing you had read about in books and thought could never happen, and you had to go and be awkward and ruin it.
“You haven’t had a first kiss?” Raul guessed, every bit as calm and slow in his actions as he had been a few seconds ago. He didn’t look at you like you were crazy, there was no disappointment in his eyes. Instead, his thumbs were rubbing soothingly over your hands and he was waiting for you to calm down.
You nodded shyly, unsure of what else to tell him. You got caught off guard and panicked, but you did want to kiss him.
“Would it be okay for me to be that first?” He bit the inside of his cheek nervously, getting another nod from you.
His hand was disproportionately big compared to your face when he went to cup your cheek. You went warm all over just from that touch, but you didn’t jerk away from it this time. You leaned into his touch, a slow breath leaving your lips as you willed yourself to just focus on him.
“How should I...” You felt your cheeks burn from being so clueless, but Raul didn’t laugh at you.
“It’s okay, here,” He guided your hand up to his shoulder and you instinctively linked both of your hands behind his neck. “Just… just close your eyes, yeah?”
You didn’t say anything, anticipation and nervousness coursing through your body as you let your eyelids fall shut and you waited for him to make a move. Raul was taking his time, and the moment felt like it was dragging on forever.
His breath was warm on your skin when he brushed his nose against yours again, waiting to see how you’d react this time. When he was sure you didn’t want to pull away, he crossed the rest of the distance and his lips met yours with a firm pressure.
There was no hesitancy in what he was doing. Your heart skipped a beat at how soft his lips were, and without thinking, you moved yours to kiss him back. Your heart beat so fast you could feel the blood rush at your temples, but it wasn’t until Raul smiled against your lips that the butterflies erupted in your stomach.
His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, gently threading through your hair as he pulled away with the widest smile you had ever seen on his face.
“Was that alright?” He asked softly, in awe at the brightness of your eyes.
“Yeah,” you sounded out of breath already, so you cleared your throat for a second before you continued. “You think you could do that again?”
“I don’t know,” He teased. “You think I can call you my girlfriend?”
“Yes,” you nodded rapidly. “Yes you can.”
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✨Opened a writing to doc for the first time in three months- it's not what I thought I'd be working on, but I'm actually so excited about how this is turning out and I'm so happy! Do you want a teaser in a day or so?✨
Summary: Raul is the prince set to take the throne of the northern kingdom. His life was picture perfect until an affair on his wife’s behalf tore everything apart and broke his heart. Now, two years later and he meets you, the daughter of a lord in the royal court. With your help he will open up and learn what it is to be in love for the first time. [friends to lovers] [angsty raul] [royal au] [tw conversation about dying] [WIP (work in progress)] [mendes triplet au] [loss of a parent]
Word Count: 51k [updated: Oct. 30th 2020]
Authors Note: None of my works should be posted anywhere outside of my linked accounts. I do not give permission to repost with or without credit to my accounts. Please notify me of any reposted fics on any platform. Header by @/delicateshawn.
|Masterlist In Bio|
The first time you see Prince Raul you can't help but hold your breath. He's beautiful, absolutely gorgeous in every way. It's the name day ball for him, the first one since his divorce to the southern princess Adalia McClure. Their engagement and courting was swift, a real love at first sight type of thing and the wedding was a week-long celebration in both kingdoms. Everyone thought they would be together for a lifetime but things changed. Adalia quickly became distant, uninterested in her new husband and king to be in the northern kingdom. The moment the news broke that she was having an affair the world was shocked. Who could do that to a prince like Raul? Why? No one knows and you're sure Raul still wants those answers too.
Summary: No one could’ve guessed you would have ended up with Peter, but the two of you give each other a love neither of you ever thought you’d be lucky enough to experience.
Author’s Note: This is my first time writing with the Mendes Triplet concept by @thotmendes and I’m honestly so excited about it. Also, shout out to @fallinallincurls for talking concepts with me the other night that inspired me to write this and @princecharmingmendes for telling me too write it along with a ton of other people that got me to finish this (such as @itrocksmysocks who sent me a bunch of Peter pictures that were absolutely adorable). So I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s literally 4.6k of just pure fluff and more fluff after that. As always please tell me what you think!
Warnings: Mild Swearing (like literally only one or two words)
No one knew how Peter Mendes ended up with you. Hell, Peter didn’t even know how he ended up with someone like you, but somehow almost every night he fell asleep with his head on your chest, your hands brushing through his mess of fluffy curls. You commanded the room any time you walked in it, confidence radiating off you in every aspect as you strode past everyone with your shoulders pushed back and chin held high. Known to be the life of the party, you were the one people could rely on to flirt your way past the guy at the liquor store to bring the best booze to all of the frat parties, and your name was well ingrained into the minds of almost every student at your wide campus.
Peter, on the other hand, was only known by a handful of students and for a completely different set of reasons. Typically when one thought of Peter they first thought of Raul, the oldest of the Mendes triplets that was known for partying and hooking up with girls, or Shawn, the captain of the hockey team that could easily get any girl he wanted just by looking them in the eyes and serenading them with his singing and guitar. If by some miracle they knew Peter for another reason, it’d probably be because he happened to be one of the smartest students in every single one of his classes and often was asked for tutoring or help with homework. When you thought of Peter Mendes you thought of the smart Mendes, which was exactly why it just didn’t seem right that the two of you were together.
It wasn’t like you were unintelligent by any means, you got As and Bs in all of your classes, but you weren’t even close to the level of Peter’s smarts. Most students would say Raul would be your type, you both had dominating, cocky almost personalities on the outside and loved to party, a seemingly perfect fit. Or even Shawn, who had a smooth, laid back persona would be a great match for you if he didn’t already have a girlfriend to love.
But you knew how you ended up with Peter. It was just 6 months ago when that curly headed boy walked into your life, flipping it completely upside down in the best way possible. You remember it clear as day; you had just gone into the kitchen of the frat house to get another drink when you spotted a cuddly giant leaning against the counter looking completely out of place, swirling his drink inside of his solo cup. You excused yourself, reaching behind him to grab some pop causing him to look at you with wide eyes, apologizing profusely for being in your way. Giggling at his reaction you reassured the startled boy that there was nothing to worry about, before properly introducing yourself.
“I’m Y/n by the way.”
“I know,” he responded, cheeks heating up after realizing what he had said. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t completely infatuated by you, how could he not be? You were absolutely gorgeous and the definition of perfection in his eyes, and something about your mysterious aura left him wanting to know everything about you. Yet here he was, completely embarrassing himself in front of the girl he was secretly crushing on. “I’m sorry that was so weird, um, I’m Peter,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake it, a laugh escaping your lips as you took it firmly in your own. His heart was beating out of his chest at the fact that not only were you engaging in a conversation with him, but you had just shaken his hand, which he was now realizing was not a common thing for teenagers to do and was probably screwing up any chance he had of getting to know you.
“So what’s in the cup?” you asked, motioning to the drink that was pretty much still filled to the brim, a clear sign that its contents were not appealing to him.
“Oh, um, it’s beer, but I’m not really that much of a drinker, especially in large crowds.” His cheeks burned bright red under your stare and he wondered how much deeper of a hole he was going to dig himself into with all of this information he was giving out. Surely someone like you would find him boring soon, it was only a matter of time before you left him to talk to someone hotter and much more interesting.
But to his surprise you moved closer, leaning against the counter next to him as you brought your cup to your lips. “Want to know a secret?” you whispered, Peter nodding frantically like a little boy about to get a new toy, “I’m not that into drinking either. I only really do it at parties and even then I usually keep it to a minimum. I’ve been here for three hours and all I’ve had is half a white claws I ended up giving to my friend. This is Pepsi.” You took another sip from your cup, watching as his jaw dropped at the information causing a smirk to form on your face, “You know I’ve never actually told anyone that, but I have a feeling you’re not gonna go around telling everyone what I tell you.”
“No, no, I won't, I promise.”
“Good, now what do you say we find somewhere quieter to get away from all of this. I’ve had a long day and I have a feeling you love parties just as much as you love drinking.” Peter thought he had never smiled so wide as you took his hand and pulled him into an empty room, one you just happened to know wouldn’t be used tonight. The two of you talked for hours, about how he was dragged there and then abandoned by his two identical brothers, to the research he was doing for astronomy class. You listened intently to everything he said, even adding some of your own input about topics he never thought you would be interested in, and he truly thought in that moment that he had never felt more seen, more appreciated and thought of as someone other than the unknown Mendes brother. You parted ways when it got too late for the both of you, exchanging numbers with a promise to see the other again soon, Peter’s heart racing at the thought of seeing you once more. You never told him, but he had your heart that first night you met him, finally having someone who wanted to know more about you than how to get in your pants.
So even though it shocked the entire school to see Peter’s arm wrapped around your shoulders two weeks later, the two of you felt perfectly content and at peace with one another, your personalities balancing each other out, fitting in like the missing pieces to your own individual puzzles. If you ever had a bad day, you knew that the moment you saw your cuddly giant of a boyfriend looking as comfy as ever in his softest sweatshirts, glasses adorning his beautiful face, your mood would instantly be lightened and everything would be alright. And that’s exactly what you needed right now, a cuddly Peter to turn your day around.
So there you were, headed to the triplets apartment off campus to see your man. Raul, Peter, and Shawn had all bought a four-bedroom apartment only a couple minutes off campus after their sophomore year, and you were around so much that they trusted you with the code and your very own key. You fit right in with the boys easily; you had seen Raul and Shawn at a couple parties before you met Peter, but you never spoke more than a few words to one another. Now that you were dating Peter though, you were practically treated as their sister, blending right into the dynamics of their tight knit family. If there was one thing the Mendes brothers were, it was close and you never quite understood how deep their connections were with one another until you were around them so much. Peter was never known to be a player, always wanting to just be in a serious relationship, so it had been years since he had brought a girl home around his brothers. For that very reason, Shawn and Raul were extremely protective over him, but you easily passed the test they gave you right off the bat. They loved you, not to mention they could tell that Peter was head over heels for you long before he told you 3 months into your relationship. He had been laying on your chest, breathing starting to become heavy as you lured him to sleep with your head massages.
“I love you,” he mumbled into your shirt almost incoherently, an innocent slip of the tongue in his sleepy state. You froze, hand pausing in his hair for a second as he whined from the lack of your touch, not even processing what he just said. You hadn’t ever told one of your boyfriends that you loved them, the thought always seeming too permanent and constricting. But Peter was different and you knew that from the start. He made you feel things that you worried in the dead of night you might never experience and even though it was early in your relationship, Peter felt emotions so deeply and openly that your heart was completely owned by him.
“I love you too, Pete.” He hummed in confusion at your words, suddenly a lot more awake as he sat up to look you in the eyes.
“What?”
“You told me you loved me and I said I love you too.”
“You do?” he asked, eyes wide, happy tears prickling in the corners of them.
“I don’t know how I couldn’t bubs,” and with that he surged forward, connecting your lips to his with as much passion as he could possibly muster.
After he woke up, Peter immediately told his brothers about the night’s events, the two of them filled with joy that someone could make their brother as happy as he was. A month later he gave his virginity to you and the praise (and teasing) he got from his brothers was never ending. You weren’t forgotten either for later that day when you showed up, Shawn immediately began wiggling his eyebrows at you as Raul started cracking sexual jokes, Peter looking sheepish in the background. You had rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, though you could never be truly mad at Peter for sharing your relationship with his brothers. You learned very quickly that there was little to no privacy with the three of them and anything you did was fair game in their conversations. You didn’t mind, you loved how close they were, not to mention how supportive they were of one another, and you definitely didn’t complain when you had two extremely buff guys protecting you from drunk creeps at parties that didn’t seem to grasp the concept that you were in a relationship.
But being close to the brothers also meant they were used to your random appearances when you typically showed up unannounced even to Peter, who never complained about getting to spend more time with you. Which happened to be the case today, when you stormed in, muttering a quick hello to Raul who was spread out on the couch as you headed towards Peter’s room.
“Peter?” you asked, knocking twice before entering at his request, not even greeting him and instead landing face down on his mattress with a huff.
Your boyfriend closed his laptop, saving his work and sitting up to give you his full attention, running his fingers over your back, “What’s wrong, angel?”
“She’s such a bitch!” you complained, rolling over onto your back to stare at the ceiling.
“Who?” This is how it usually went if you were having a bad day, he’d ask you generic questions, allowing you to let out all of your pent up frustration until you were ready to be cuddled for the rest of the night.
“Marissa! You won’t believe this. This guy comes up to me after class today and tries to give me his number and I’m obviously like no, sorry, I’ve already got the greatest man in the world, I don’t have any interest or need for anyone else. But guess what?!”
It didn’t even phase Peter at this point that a guy tried to get your number, it happened so often that he was partially immune to the doubts and jealousy that came with it. In the beginning it was hard for him, constantly feeling like he wasn’t enough and didn’t deserve you, but you proved to him time after time again that you were completely gone for him and that he was more than you could ever dream of. And he would never, ever question your loyalty to him, if there was one thing you weren’t it was a cheater. “What?”
“Turns out this dude had a girlfriend, Marissa, and so of course she was pissed that he was trying to get my number, which is understandable. But guess who she blames it on?”
“You?”
“Me! Like are you KIDDING me?! I’m not the one with loyalty issues here, sweetie, yet here you are accusing me of trying to get with your man. Why would I even want his number? Even if I was a cheater, which ugh I want to throw up just thinking about it, you’re a hundred times hotter and better than him in every way so it doesn’t make sense. So no, it wasn’t me, sorry your boyfriend’s a manwhore, Marissa.” A chuckle escaped Peter’s lips, head tilting back against the headboard as he laughed. You turned your head at the beautiful sound, meeting his eyes a few seconds later for the first time that night. And just like that. Mood completely better. The sight of him, hair a fluffy mess basically asking to be played with, adorable glasses being pushed up by the scrunch in his nose, and comfy pink sweatshirt on his frame making him look as soft as ever.
“Hi bubs.”
Peter smiled his loving smile he reserved for you, laughing to himself at how quick your mood could change around him, “Hi angel. Feeling better?”
You nodded, crawling up the bed into his open arms, sliding underneath the covers next to him as you rested your head on his chest, “I love you.”
“I love you so much.” He adjusted in the bed to better lay down with you laying on top of him, stroking your hair before placing gentle kisses on the top of your head, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, bubs,” you snuggled further into his chest, cheek squishing against the fabric of his sweatshirt, “Just wanna cuddle you all night long.”
“I can do that,” Peter whispered, voice soft against your ear, “You doing anything for the rest of the night? I heard Raul saying there’s a huge frat party he’s going to later.”
“Yeah I heard about that,” you admitted, “But I don’t think I’m gonna go. Rather just lay here with you. If you want to, that is.”
Peter’s heart swelled three sizes at your words, nodding his head as he traced I love you onto your back like he always did when he was given the chance. It was true that ever since you started dating Peter you weren’t found at parties as often as you used to be. You still enjoyed going to them, you even managed to bring Peter to a couple of them and he found them much more enjoyable with you by his side, but more often you found yourself just wanting to stay in with your man rather than being surrounded by a bunch of people you hardly knew. “I’d love that,” he spoke against your ear, still leaving butterfly kisses in your hair, “Why don’t we have a movie night? I bought your favorite cookie dough, I could go pop them in the oven if you wanted.”
Your head perked up at his words, a smile gracing your face, “Mrs. Field’s Chocolate Chip?”
“Mhm,” he hummed in response, a squeal leaving your mouth as you jumped off the bed pulling him with you.
“Come on, come on, cookies, Pete!” He laughed, grabbing your hand in his and letting you drag him to the kitchen. He loved how different you were with him, how you were so carefree and loving compared to the confident, I don’t care vibe you gave off to everyone. It was like a secret only he got to see and as long as you kept showing it to him, he was gonna soak in every second of it.
Upon arriving in the kitchen, you jumped to sit onto the counter while Peter rummaged through the fridge in search of the mouth-watering cookie dough. You leaned over to wash your hands in the sink next to him before rolling the dough into large balls to get the biggest cookies possible. The first time you made cookies with Peter he was shocked at how much dough you were rolling for one cookie, claiming that they weren’t going to turn out well if they weren’t perfectly symmetrical to the suggested sizing on the side of the packaging. But once he tasted the big cookies he had no complaints, and neither did the rest of the triplets. Once the package was finished and you had two sheets of cookies in the oven, you watched as Peter set the timer on the oven, little tongue sticking out in concentration.
“Come here, big guy,” you motioned him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist once he stood in the middle of them, hands on your thighs. You placed your hands on his shoulders, one hand making its way to play with the curls on the back of his neck. He stared up at you with doe like eyes, hands frozen on your thighs no matter how much he wanted to move them. Even if you had been dating for over half a year now, Peter was still shy and nervous about touching you, so even having him put his hands there in the first place without you telling him it was ok was a big deal. “You can move your hands if you want,” you whispered, eyes holding his soft gaze, feeling his thumbs start to slowly rub circles against the fabric of your jeans, “You’re so handsome, did you know that?”
He blushed at your words, head ducking down to look at the ground, “‘M not handsome, you just have to say that cause I’m your boyfriend.” You knew Peter always had trouble with having self confidence, years of believing that his brothers were better than him really took a toll on his heart. But even if he was a part of three identical triplets, every time you looked at him all you saw was the cutest, most handsome man alive. Maybe he didn’t have endless tattoos like Raul, or piercings like Shawn, but he was Peter, your Peter, and you would do anything to convince him that he was more than enough for anyone, especially himself.
“Pete, look at me.” You lifted his chin up with your finger, other hand smoothing along his shoulder, “I would never tell you something that wasn’t true. I don’t tell you you’re handsome because I feel I have some weird requirement as your girlfriend to do so, I do it because every time I look at you I get butterflies in my stomach over how gorgeous you are. No one has ever made me feel like you do, bubs, and I just wish you could see what I see when I look at you.” With that you brought his lips to yours, tasting the sweet vanilla of his chapstick as he moved in sync with you. You squeezed your legs tighter around him, one hand deep in his unruly curls as you pulled him closer to you, his hands moving up to find purchase on your hips. He squeezed your hips lightly three times, a silent I love you as you kissed, causing a smile to form on your face at the soft boy in your arms.
“You better not be fucking over there!” Raul’s voice tore through the moment, the two of you breaking away from each other in order to turn around towards the couch where he was staring back at you with eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes at his antics, turning around to find Peter with red stained cheeks and bashful eyes before calling back to the older triplet, “Don’t worry, Raul, we’re not stealing your job!”
A sincere laugh escaped Raul’s lips as you lightly pushed your boyfriend away so you could hop off the counter, earning a small whine from him in response, “Come on, bubs, let’s check on these cookies.” A couple minutes later you had a fresh batch of cookies sitting on top of the oven, the smell filling the entire apartment quick enough to have Raul next to the two of you in minutes with an already burnt tongue because he refused to wait for them to cool down. Just as you and Peter had bit into your first cookie, Shawn had come stumbling into the house with his hockey gear, a wide smile on his face, “Do I smell cookies?”
“Only the best. Want one?” you asked, handing him the plate, while Raul complained from next to you that he was just about to grab another.
“Is that even a question?” he asked, practically moaning when the taste hit his mouth, “And this is why I love having you around.”
“You say that like I’m the one that buys and makes the cookies. Peter’s the one that does all the work.”
“Yeah, but Peter only makes them for you. We only had oven baked cookies once or twice a year before you came.”
“Hey! I make dinner for you guys almost every night,” Peter countered, a slight furrow to his brows, “Not my fault the both of you can’t make your way around the kitchen without burning it.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Raul said, snatching one last cookie before heading off to his room.
“Come on, bubs,” you ushered your boyfriend forward, grabbing his hand as he picked up the plate of cookies, “Let’s go watch Netflix.”
“But I only got one cookie!” Shawn whined from behind the two of you.
“You can get them once we’re done,” you called out before shutting Peter’s door, “if there’s any left.” Peter laughed from behind you, loving the relationship you had with his brothers. Honestly, he didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t get along with them, his brothers were his world and their opinion mattered to him more than anyone else’s. But now that you were so prominently in his life, he could easily say that your opinion was on that same level, if not higher than that of his brothers.
“Hey angel?” he asked nervously, playing with the strings on the hood of his sweatshirt.
“Yeah, bubs?”
“Are you doing anything tomorrow morning?”
“I don’t think so, why?”
“Do you maybe want to stay the night?” You had stayed the night a handful of times, probably more than you should for the length of your relationship, and everytime the two of you woke up with the most content smiles on your faces, wanting nothing more than to just stay that way for the rest of the day.
“Of course, Pete, as long as I get to steal one of your sweatshirts to sleep in,” you told him, walking over to him and replacing his hands with yours on his hoodie strings. His hands found their way to your hips, rubbing in gentle circles to calm the racing heart he always had around you.
“I’ll give you all of my sweatshirts, you look better in them anyways.”
“Shut up,” you mumbled, giving him a soft kiss, “I’ve never met a man that looks more cuddly in a sweatshirt than you do. You’re my teddy bear, bubs.” A wide smile formed on Peter’s face and he leaned in to kiss your lips one more time before he was opening the drawer to his sweatshirts. He handed you the one he knew was always your favorite, grabbing his own set of flannel pants and a shirt to sleep in. He turned around to let you change in privacy while he did the same, even though the two of you had seen each other in much more intimate situations prior to this. No matter how many times you told him he didn’t have to turn around, he always claimed he just wanted to respect you and didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.
“All done, bubs, come cuddle.” You opened your arms to him from where you were laying in his bed and a large smile found its way to his face as he launched himself into your arms. Giggling at your adorable boyfriend, you adjusted so he could lay under the covers with his arms wrapped around your body. You turned the tv on, scrolling through random romcoms on Netflix while Peter munched on a cookie beside you. One of the things you loved about Peter was how much he loved romcoms, always falling in love with the romantic content as much as you.
Halfway through the movie and you swore the two of you had eaten enough cookies to keep you full for a week, while saving one for Shawn of course. Somewhere in the midst of things, Peter’s head found its way to its beloved spot on your chest and your fingers immediately began massaging through the curls on his head. “You smell different, Pete. Did you change shampoo or cologne or something?” You couldn’t put your finger on it, but the more kisses you left on his curls, the more you felt something was different. He dug his head into your (his) sweatshirt, mumbling something incoherent while trying to hide his rosy red cheeks. “What are you trying to say? I can’t hear you while you’re eating my sweatshirt,” you teased, watching as his red face lifted up to meet yours.
“It’s yours,” he mumbled again, shoving his face back into your chest. You leaned down again, taking a sniff of his hair and finding it to resemble your typical scent right away.
“Why are you using my shampoo, bubs?”
He sighed, turning his head so you could hear him better, “Cause you left one of your bottles here last time you used it and I don’t know, just missed you a lot and you always smell so good.”
“Oh yeah, what do I smell like?”
“Home.” He answered with such sincerity that you knew this was something he had thought about for a long time. Your heart burst, love pouring out of you in such ways that you almost felt like crying happy tears right there on the spot.
“I, um, I have a candle that I keep next to my bed because I think it smells like your cologne. And it calms me down when I’ve had a bad day and I can’t come see you,” you confessed, hands coming back to his hair.
“You can always come see me, angel. Love having you around.”
You smiled to yourself when you heard his speech becoming more slurred, sleep overcoming him, “I love you, Pete.”
“I love you too, angel. My beautiful, beautiful angel.” He left feather-like kisses over your sweatshirt-clad chest, snuggling deeper into your warmth as his breathing began to even out. You reached over to turn off the tv, feeling safer than you’ve ever felt with your big, cuddly teddy bear in your arms.
Finally got the motivation to finish writing this after deep stalking @thotmendes Mendes!triplet content. I really hope y’all like it and sorry for the 3 month delay? :)
“Raul.” You warned him, lightly elbowing him as he continued distracting you from cleaning the apartment. Right now, you’re doing the dishes; or at least trying to do. His large hands make their way to your hips and his firm chest pressing against your back.
“But I wanna cuddle.” He murmured into your neck, slowly rocking the two of you back and forth. “My baby gives the best cuddles.” Raul teased, before letting you go. You watch as he grabs two wine glasses from the cabinet and takes the bottle of red.
You smile thankfully at him as he hands you a glass and hum at the taste. Raul immediately takes his place next to you again, and just when you thought he was going to be helpful, he turns the water off and pulls you away from the sink. His cheeky little smile was on display as he quickly wiped your hands for you.
“Raul.” You warn as you push his chest to press him against the counter. Without realizing, your hands were dangerously close to his neck. Raul notices immediately.
“You gonna choke me, baby?” Raul asked, a sly smirk on his face. It only grew as he saw how red your cheeks became. “I wouldn’t mind.” Raul continued. Your eyes widened and you almost began tumbling over your words but his laugh interrupted you.
“Stooooopp.” You begged, letting him drag you to the couch, cheeks still bright red. His laugh echoing throughout your small apartment.
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Raul has been in a mood since he got home. For what reason, you don’t know. It’s very rare for him to be like this; not wanting to tell you about his problem. Your boy is an openbook with you but today, it's all sighs, shrugs and eyerolls. Normally your patience is high but today wasn't good for you either and Raul is testing you.
“Babe, what do you want for dinner?” He doesn’t answer, continuing to scroll on his phone. “There’s pesto chicken?” Nothing. “Okay, what about tomato soup and a four cheese grilled cheese?” You mentioned his favorite meal and the weather was perfect for it.
“Whatever you want.” He rolled his eyes. Oh hell no. You walked over to him, snatching his phone out of his hand; immediately, his head snapped up. “What?” He snapped.
“I don’t know what your issue is but you don’t get to take it out on mine. I’ve done nothing to you today and after what I gave you this morning, you should’ve had a great freaking day.” Raul's jaw clenched as he turned his head to look at the big window in the living room. You grabbed his jaw, tight enough but not enough to hurt, and turned his head back towards you. His hazel eyes are darker than normal, from what emotion you don’t even know.
“Some interns were talking about how they saw you the other day with me.” Raul started. You looked at him confused. That was it? “Then one mentioned how he would give anything in the world to bang you.” Raul fummed. “The only reason I didn’t beat his ass was because Peter happened to be eating with me and stopped me before I could do anything.”
You were silent for a minute, thinking about what he just said. Then you slapped his chest.
“Ow” He flinched, shocked at the reaction.
“You’ve been huffy and puffy for the past hour for guys talking about me? Guys I don’t even know exist because I have an amazing, perfect, sexy, future pediatric surgeon boyfriend?” You all but yelled. Raul began looking a little embarrassed. “Sometimes, sometimes I wanna just choke you.” You make the indication of wrapping your hands around his throat.
Suddenly, Raul laughed a little before smirking. That mischief look that is always in his eyes, returning.
“Please do.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. “I’m sorry, doll. I shouldn't have acted like that.” You rolled your eyes, before pecking his lips.
“You’re cooking.”
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“Raul, give it to me.” You yelled at your boyfriend from your spot on the couch. Raul’s curls flew everywhere as his head shook at you. You pouted before moving closer to him but he saw you coming. His hand stretched out in the opposite direction, the small remote tightly wrapped in it.
“We’re not watching that again.” Raul argued, his voice getting deeper with his frustration. You rolled your eyes.
“Well, I don’t want to watch hockey again, baby.” You say, climbing over him, reaching for the remote. Raul shifts to knock you off balance, which causes you to grab onto his shoulders, but neither of you expected to lose balance and fall off the couch. Raul rolled over so you landed on him rather than the floor. You took the opportunity to grab the remote when he was distracted.
“AH HA” You cheered in victory, jumping on the couch and flipping the TV on to your favorite show. Your victory was cut short as Raul grabs your ankle, pulling you back down on the floor. The two of you rolled and tumbled around, Raul holding back as a way of being cautious of you due to the size difference. Due to that, you managed to knock him back on his back and tossed the remote away from him.
Raul completely froze as he felt your hand go around his neck. He froze only for a second before he smirked.
“If I knew all it took was keeping the remote to choke me, I would’ve done it a while ago, baby.” He teased. You then realize the position you’re in before jolting away. You send him a deadpan look before hopping off him and on the couch.
“It’s gonna take a lot more for me to choke you, Raul.” You hinted, smiled slightly at him before turning your attention back to the TV; leaving him on the floor thinking about that little hint.
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“I missed you.” Raul said in between kisses. The past two weeks, Raul has been working overtime to keep an eye on this 4 year old girl, who was waiting on a kidney transplant. Finally, last night she got one and after leading the surgery himself and sleeping for 15 hours straight, Raul needed to be consumed by you.
“I’m so proud of you.” You said, trailing kisses down his neck; sucking harder on his soft spot. His groans grow louder. Raul dropped down onto the bed; you straddling his lap as you pushed him to lay down on the bed. His large hands found their way down to your ass, bunching your dress up around your waist, gripping the flesh hard as you grinded down on him; his erection tightly pressing against his jeans.
“Tonight...” You start, your lips all over his chest. You sat up, grabbing the hem of your dress, and pulling it over your head. Raul hums in delight as he stares in admiration at your body. You’re absolutely remarkable. “... is all about you, baby.” You smirk. A small growl comes from the back of his throat as he leaned up, his chest pressed against yours.
“What do you want?” You whispered against his lips.
“I want you to choke me.” His eyes pure black with lust. His wish was your command.
Pairing: Peter Mendes x Reader (Mendes Triplet AU)
Words: 4.3k +
Summary: You’ve grown up with the Mendes Triplets. They are your very best friends, there for every up and down of each other’s lives. What happens when you and Peter start dating? How will that affect the dynamic between the four of you?
Warnings; Slight language!
A/N: I’ve been obsessed with the Mendes Triplets AU recently and thought I’d give my own a try! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to see any more of this AU from me!
You had grown up with the Mendes boys for most of your life. In fact, you couldn’t recall a time when they had not been there. For every birthday party, graduation, heartbreak, family drama, and so on they had been right by your side and you by theirs. Your friendship had withstood the test of time, your bond proving to be unbreakable. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
However, as time had gone on and you had all grown up and gotten older, feelings had changed and relationships had shifted slightly. Specifically, between yourself and the youngest triplet, Peter. The two of you had always had a special bond with you being closer with him than the other two. Your childhood together had been riddled with adventures of you both sneaking out late at night to have stakeouts in your tree house, confiding your deepest fears and secrets to one another, and comforting each other through every difficult moment and every heartbreak.
He had been there when your very first relationship had blown up in your face, leaving your heart shattered. Although Peter, Raul, and Shawn had never been a fan of the boy, they had all been there with open arms and endless cuddles to help ease the ache of your very first broken heart. Nevertheless, Peter had been the one to go to every length to see you smile, to lend his shoulder for you to cry on, and to make sure that you knew how loved and special you were. Likewise, you had been there when Shawn’s career had taken off, leading the middle brother away to far-off countries for months at a time. Despite the fact that you were closer to the brothers than anyone and had a first-hand view into their relationship, you were still amazed at the depths of their bond. They had been inseparable their entire lives, never spending more than a day or two apart and then to suddenly be so far away from each other had caused a deep ache in each of their hearts, especially Peter’s. Peter had always been the more soft, sensitive one out of the three and as such, the separation had hit him harder. Honestly, without you he didn’t know how he would have made it through those first few months. Although Raul was still there and able to understand what it was he was going through, it was you who had been his anchor during that time.
It had just always been that way. They were your boys and you were their girl. But Peter had always held a special place in your heart, slightly different from that of the other two Mendes brothers. And it was something Shawn and Raul had noticed straight away both in yourself and in their youngest brother. While they held nothing but sisterly affection for you, they could see the longing and love in their brother’s eyes for you that wasn’t quite like that held for a sibling. They had never confronted Peter about it, and with his shy nature, it was something he had never felt the need to bring up, even to the two people he trusted most in this world. It had simply remained an unspoken, understood thing for years and years. Until one fateful day when you and Peter had been hanging out in your treehouse for old times sakes and feelings were blurted out, tears were shed, and lips met in a passionate, long over-due embrace.
That had been about a month ago and both you and Peter had never been happier. You had both unknowingly been holding onto these secret crushes for years, torturing yourselves over a love that you believed to be unrequited. The two of you often laughed over how stupid and oblivious you both had been and scolded each other playfully for not confessing sooner, but secretly you were content. No matter what happened, no matter the pain and heartbreak you had experienced in the past, it was all worth it if it had led to this moment, to the two of you being together as you were meant to be.
However, with that being said, the two of you had still been so nervous to come clean and open up about your relationship to his brothers. The four of you had been inseparable since you had been in diapers. You were worried how this would affect your friendship with Shawn and Raul, completely at a loss as to how they would react to this information. Nevertheless, you and Peter both knew that this was something you couldn’t keep secret. And so, the next day, you and Peter had decided to come forward at your weekly movie night.
Before pressing play once again on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, you and Peter had nervously announced that you had something to stay. Shawn and Raul had looked at each other in confusion before returning their gazes to the two of you.
Peter, anxiety spread clearly across his features, grabbed your hand to calm him down before taking a deep breath. “Y/N and I are dating,” he blurted out, squeezing his eyes shut briefly before nervously returning his gaze to the two boys before him.
Shawn and Raul had merely gaped at the two of you for a few moments, taken aback with not only the news, but how bluntly it was delivered, before both let out whoops of joy, pumping their firsts in the air.
“Fucking finally!” Raul had shouted, before delivering a quick punch to Shawn’s arm. “You owe me $20, asshole!”
“Wh-what??” You spluttered out in confusion. “You placed bets on us??”
“Well, yeah,” Shawn shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And if the two of you would have come to your senses a little sooner, I wouldn’t have lost,” he grumbled, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet, and hand over Raul’s winnings.
“Oh, shut up,” Raul rolled his eyes. “You’re an international rock star. $20 isn’t going to break you. If anything, we should’ve made the bet for more.”
You and Peter merely gaped at the two boys in front of you, not expecting this reaction at all.
“C’mon, you two,” Raul scoffed, noticing your silence. “You two were so obvious! You’ve been pining after each other for I don’t know how many years now! It was only a matter of time.”
You and Peter continued to stare in silence before turning to each other, small smiles beginning to form on your faces. Yeah, looking back, you guess it was pretty obvious.
. . . . . . . . . .
Shortly after coming clean, Shawn had been whisked away for another leg of his worldwide tour and Raul’s business in the mechanic shop had picked up, leaving him with very little free time to spend with you and Peter. It was nice to have uninterrupted time with your boyfriend, especially at the beginning while you were still navigating the transition from friends to couple. However, you couldn’t help but miss your other two boys. That had been your biggest fear all those years spent pining after Peter. First, you had been concerned that his feelings for you were not reciprocated. And secondly, you were afraid, that if by whatever miracle Peter DID return your feelings, how that would affect your relationship with the other two Mendes boys.
Nonetheless, Raul finally had a free weekend from work and Shawn had just returned for a small break in his tour, leaving the four of you with your first opportunity in over a month to all hang out and catch up with one another. Truly, it would be your first time navigating this new relationship dynamic and balancing these new roles.
“Ready to go?” Peter murmured, coming up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders softly, pulling you from your thoughts.
You smiled at his reflection in the mirror, admiring your handsome boyfriend, still slightly unbelieving that he was finally yours.
“Yeah,” you sighed, letting out a giggle when he made a funny face at you through the reflection of the mirror.
“You look beautiful,” he sighed, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head before moving to turn you around and wrap you in his warm embrace.
You sighed in contentment, wrapping your own arms around his torso and burying your face in his strong chest, inhaling the comforting scent that was Peter.
“I love you, Peter,” you breathed, lifting your head to look him in the eye, conveying the indisputable truth of your statement with your eyes.
“I love you too, pretty girl,” he smiled before dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
Pulling away, he offered you one more sweet smile before reaching down to grab your hand and pull you along. “C’mon, we can’t be late. Shawn and Raul were already teasing me about how they would know now that we were sucking each other’s faces off if we’re late.”
You laughed. “Well, they’re technically not wrong.”
Peter rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin that broke out across his face.
“Let’s just go.”
. . . . . . . . . .
As soon as the two of you set foot in the basement of the Mendes family household, you were immediately tackled to the ground by two burly figures.
“Y/N!” They both shouted simultaneously, crushing you to themselves.
“Ok, ok, ok!” You called out. “I missed you too, but I’m about to die from lack of oxygen if you don’t let go of me!” You laughed.
The boys apologized, laughing, as they pulled you up and placed you firmly back on your feet. You couldn’t help the tears that began to well up in your eyes as you beheld the two in front of you. Your goofy, curly-haired, wonderful best friends.
“Aww, Y/N, enough of that emotional crap,” Raul grumbled good-naturedly.
“I can’t help it!” You defended. “I missed you guys!”
“Well, we missed you too,” Shawn promised, before he and Raul both pulled you into another tight hug.
“C’mon, Y/N,” Shawn stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the couch. “Sit with us.”
Shawn plopped you down on the sofa, quickly taking a seat to your left while Raul immediately sat down on your other side, leaving no more space for Peter on the couch.
“Hey!” He protested, once he realized what had happened and that he would have to sit alone in the armchair. “That’s my girlfriend you’re stealing, you know?”
“Yeah, we know,” Raul rolled his eyes. “That’s exactly why we get to steal her tonight. You get her every day. We haven’t seen her in a month. We’re long overdue for some special Y/N cuddles.”
You flushed, happy that things were just as they were before with your two best friends. Although they seemed tough and strong to everyone else, you knew the truth: that they were really giant teddy bears with hearts of gold who craved touch and affection. And lucky for you, you were one of their favorite people to supply that affection.
Looking up at your boyfriend though, who was still standing in the middle of the room, you noticed that he looked less than impressed with this situation.
“It’s ok, Pete,” you murmured, doe eyes looking back up at him in an attempt to calm him. “After the movie, you and I can cuddle all you want. Shawn and Raul are right, they haven’t seen me in so long. They’re far overdue for some attention.”
Peter huffed, but stepped aside before reluctantly falling into the armchair, a small pout prominent on his lips. You smiled secretly. You knew he was trying to look put-out and upset, but really, he just looked too damn adorable.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” Shawn called out, pressing play on the movie before settling down as the familiar theme music began to fill the room.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
About an hour into the film, Peter remained stoic in the same position he had first found himself in at the beginning of the movie, much to his disappointment. Looking over at the crowded sofa, a scowl overtook his expression as he saw Shawn cuddled up into your side with his head on your lap, your fingers running absently through his curls and Raul asleep on your shoulder, your head resting comfortably on top of his own.
That should be me, he thought bitterly. That’s my girlfriend, not theirs.
Sensing his heavy gaze, you turned your head to meet his eyes, offering a smile at your boyfriend. However, that smile quickly transformed to a frown when you were met by an icy look from Peter before his gaze returned steadily to the television set.
Before you could dwell on the odd reaction any longer, Raul turned his head slightly to the side as he stirred, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. Smiling at the boy by your side, you nestled yourself further into their warmth, choosing to simply enjoy being reunited with your best friends.
. . . . . . . . . .
Once the movie was over, you tried to stretch out your limbs, but found that impossible as you were still entangled with the two giant Mendes boys. Groaning as you nudged them away from your body, you stretched out your stiff muscles before relaxing back against the sofa, the two boys immediately following your every movement and curling back into your warmth.
Peter glared daggers at the sight before him, becoming increasingly more upset that after a long week of work, he was unable to do the one thing that he had been looking forward to: cuddling up next to you and watching a movie as he reunited with his brothers. However, this night had not exactly gone as planned. Never had he imagined that he would have to sit all alone on a completely separate chair while his two brothers attached themselves to his girlfriend like needy koala bears. He was your koala bear. Him. You were supposed to be giving him your attention.
Also, Peter couldn’t handle the thoughts of insecurity and jealousy that would flit into his mind as he repeatedly glanced over at the three of you. Although he trusted his brothers, and you as well, with his life and knew none of you would ever do anything to hurt him, he couldn’t help but wonder if one day you would wake up and realize you had chosen the wrong triplet. Peter closed his eyes in frustration. Really though, why would you pick him? You could have chosen the famous rockstar or the mysterious bad boy that had girls chasing after him wherever he went. Instead, you had somehow ended up with Peter. The quiet, shy, awkward, nerdy Peter. Sometimes, Peter thought that it was just too good to be true. Most of the time, however, he was able to combat these thoughts away, reassured of your love for him by your soft touch and gentle words of love and devotion. However, it was hard to remember that right now as he had now spent the last three hours watching as you were wrapped in the arms of his brothers.
Taking a deep breath, Peter decided that he was being irrational. In an attempt to turn the night around, Peter leaned forward slightly in his chair, causing you to turn your attention over to him. “Hey, Y/N,” he murmured. “Why don’t we head out? We can grab something to eat on our way home?”
Before you could respond, Shawn piped up from beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. “No, Pete! You guys just got here. I haven’t gotten my Y/N fix yet. Why don’t we all go out for ice cream or something?”
Raul quickly agreed and you shrugged as well, thinking that was a fair compromise. After all, you were here to hang out all together and catch up after so long. You didn’t really want to leave straight away either.
Peter, on the other hand, didn’t look as pleased with this suggestion.
“But, Y/N,” he protested. “You said we could go home and cuddle after the movie night!”
“I know, Pete,” you sighed. “But we came here to spend time with your brothers. Shawn’s going to be back on the road soon and we’re all going to be so busy with work,” you reasoned. “We can cuddle together anytime.”
Peter simply huffed in response, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dutifully ignoring the lot of you as he seemingly scrolled through his Instagram.
Shawn and Raul shared a look, using their secret triplet telepathy to communicate, something that you usually found cool, but now found obnoxious as you were left out of the loop.
Trying to ease the tension that was now heavy in the room, you sat up and directed your voice at Peter. “Why don’t we all go out for ice cream like Shawn suggested?” You began. “I’ll share with you Pete,” you sang softly, hoping that your offer would pull him out of his mood.
However, your words achieved the opposite reaction of what you had been hoping for. Peter gave a slight grunt in acknowledgement to indicate that he had heard your words, but otherwise gave no response.
Having enough of their brother’s attitude towards his girlfriend and their best friend, Shawn and Raul both stood up simultaneously, towering over their brother intimidatingly before Raul reached down and snatched the phone out of Peter’s hand.
“Hey!” Peter protested. “Give that back!”
“Not until you learn some respect, dumbass,” Raul reproached.
Peter opened his mouth in indignation, ready to contradict his brother’s words; however, Shawn landed a quick punch to his arm and continued on scolding the youngest triplet. “Raul’s right, Pete. Learn some respect. That’s not the way you treat your girl. I don’t know what your problem is, but you better get the hell over it and fast.”
You looked down, not really knowing what to say or do in response. This was definitely not a situation that you were prepared to deal with tonight.
Luckily, you didn’t have to say anything. Peter had hung his head in shame, quickly realizing what a dick he had been. Peter naturally had a very kind, sweet nature. It was usually Raul with the attitude. But Peter couldn’t help it. You made him absolutely crazy. The logic flew out of his brain around you. It was one of the things he loved and hated about being with you.
“You’re right, guys,” Peter breathed out, shame coursing through his veins. “I’m sorry.”
“We’re not the ones you need to be apologizing to,” Shawn corrected.
At that, you looked up, noticing three pairs of eyes now on you.
“We’ll give you two some privacy,” Raul offered, him and Shawn moving toward the doorway, the soft click of the door closing echoing in the silence left by their absence.
“Y/N,” Peter sighed regretfully, standing from his previous position on the armchair to make his way over towards you.
Silently, you looked up at him, eyes meeting his apologetic gaze. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, they were right. I was being a dick. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Then why did you act that way, Pete? I don’t understand. Everything was fine and then all of a sudden . . . “ you trailed off.
“I know, I know,” Peter sighed, running a hand through his curly locks. “It’s so stupid though.”
Reaching out, you took hold of his hand, squeezing softly. “If it caused you to get that upset, it’s not stupid, Peter. Just tell me. That way we can avoid a repeat in the future.”
Peter let out a breath. “I was jealous, ok?”
“What?” You questioned, taken aback, definitely not expecting that.
Peter groaned, lifting his face up to the ceiling in frustration. “See? I told you it was stupid.”
“No, baby, no,” you reassured, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek, gently bringing his face back down so you could look him in the eye. “It’s not stupid. I just don’t understand,” you explained. “You know your brothers and I are just best friends. There’s never been anything more between us. Was there something I did or said that made you think something was happening? Or . . . ?” You trailed off, still not quite seeing what had caused Peter’s jealousy.
“No, no, of course not!” Peter exclaimed. “I know there’s nothing going on between you and either of them. I know that! I trust you and I trust them. It’s just . . .” Peter struggled to get the words out. “It’s just . . . how do you know you made the right choice?”
“I’m sorry?” You questioned, flabbergasted. “Made the right choice in what?”
“In me!” He shouted, desperation flooding his voice. “You could have had either one of them. I know people talk. It doesn’t make sense to them. You’re so beautiful and kind and smart. You’re perfect! Why would you want to be with me?” His breath came heavily, panting at finally letting all these pent-up emotions flood out of him. “I’m the awkward, weird one out of the three of us. You’ve always been just as close with Shawn and Raul. Why didn’t you choose one of them?”
You stared at him in astonishment for a few moments, trying to collect your thoughts at the admission of your boyfriend, your heart breaking. You had never guessed that he felt that way.
Sighing, you scooted forward until you were practically sitting in his lap. Gently, you grabbed his face in both of your hands, forcing him to look directly at you, needing him to see the truth and importance of what you were about to tell him.
“Because they’re not you,” you stated simply.
Peter’s brows merely furrowed in response, clearly not understanding. You almost rolled your eyes. How could this sweet, beautiful boy be so completely clueless of how much you loved him?
“Because they’re not you,” you reiterated. “I love you, Peter. It has always been you,” you stated softly, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to his nose.
“It’s true,” you continued to explain. “You’re not your brothers. You’re not musically inclined like Shawn. You don’t have that whole bad boy rep going on like Raul, but Peter, that is what makes you special. You’re you. And there’s no one else like you, baby,” you promised. “I love you because of who you are. You’re my sweet, wonderful boyfriend. You’re the one who takes the time to listen to my day because you genuinely care about each and every detail. You’re the one who geeks out over books and can quote Star Wars by heart. You cry with me while watching those cheesy rom-coms I force you to watch and you kill spiders for me even though you’re terrified of them yourself!”
Peter let out a small chuckle at that, a lone tear escaping from the corner of his eye. Gently, you wiped it away with the pad of your thumb, stroking the soft skin of his cheek.
“You make me feel so safe and loved and special, each and every day Peter. I’ve loved you since we were kids. I’ve never had eyes for anyone else. I’m sorry if I made you doubt that tonight. It’s definitely a transition with your brothers now that we’re dating and I guess I just didn’t want your brothers to feel left out now that we’re together,” you admitted. “I’m sorry,” you apologized.
“No, no, no,” Peter shushed you, strong hands coming up to rest over your own that were still cupping his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he stressed. “I let my insecurity get out of control and caused me to act out. You’re right, it is a transition now that the relationship roles have changed and that’s just something that we’re all going to need to adjust to. It’s going to take a bit of time, but we’ll get there. I need to get over my insecurities and my brothers need to understand also that you and I need some alone time,” he explained softly.
You nodded. “Exactly. It’s all about compromise and taking the time to learn and navigate these new dynamics.”
“I’m sorry for being an ass,” Peter apologized, smiling slightly at you.
“It’s ok,” you assured. “If the roles had been reversed, I might have been just as jealous.”
Peter smirked. “Oh, yeah? Maybe next movie night, I’ll have to cuddle up with Shawn and Raul and leave you all alone on the armchair.”
You scoffed, hitting his arm. “Oh, hell no. You three aren’t leaving me on that chair by myself. I’ll lay on top of you all if I have to!”
Peter laughed. “See? It’s no fun sitting off all alone,” Peter pouted.
You giggled. “Maybe we should all just invest in a larger sofa?” You offered.
Peter hummed in approval, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to your temple. “Maybe we can convince Shawn to buy it,” he chuckled.
“Yo!” Two curious heads popped around the corner. “Have you two lovebirds made up yet? I wasn’t kidding about that ice cream,” Raul stated.
You laughed, standing up and pulling your boyfriend up along with you.
“Yes, you goofs, let’s go!”
The two boys cheered and Peter rolled his eyes playfully, slinging his arm around your shoulder.
“That is, if Pete’s little jealousy streak is over,” Shawn teased, wiggling his eyebrows at his brother.
“Oh, Y/N, what am I to do? My two insanely attractive brothers are just so irresistible! How could you ever resist them?”Raul imitated Peter dramatically, throwing a hand across his face.
“That’s it, you better run!” Peter called out, removing his arm from around you before sprinting off after the two laughing Mendes brothers.
Shaking your head, you followed after them. Life was certainly never dull around the Mendes triplets, but you certainly wouldn’t have it any other way.
