Summary: It’s movie night at the Mendes Triplets’ house, which means lots and lots of cuddles and attention for their best friend.
Author’s Note: I couldn’t find a picture to go with this and also I’m horrible at summaries once again. This is so fluffy it hurts and I love them so much. This includes all of our favorite triplets and its just simply adorable platonic friendships. Please tell me what you think and I hope you enjoy!
The scent of popcorn filled your senses as you situated yourself on the worn down couch of the triplet’s apartment. The seat was practically molded to your usual seating position from how often you sat there, but it only added to its comfort level. You placed all of the bottles of drinks onto the coffee table as Raul plopped down next to you, television remote in hand. “Any movie suggestions?”
“Not really, I haven’t really had time to look at any of the new movies out,” you told him, taking a sip of your soda before leaning back further into the couch. Peter rounded the corner, a bright grin on his face and arms full of blankets for everyone to use. He placed one on the recliner next to the couch for Shawn to use, placing the rest on your lap so he could get comfortable on your other side. You adjusted the blankets, wrapping one around your body as Peter did the same and then handing one to Raul to put on his lap. Peter immediately made himself comfortable on your lap with his head lying across your legs, allowing your hands to take purchase in his curls like he always loved.
A loud groan was heard behind you as Shawn approached the couch, grumbling to himself when both sides of you were taken, “This isn’t fair.” He placed the popcorn on the table before plopping into the recliner, crossing his arms with a boyish pout on his lips.
“What’s got your panties all in a twist?” Raul teased, small laughter spilling out of his mouth.
Shawn gave him a hard glare still angrily sinking into the chair like a child, “How come I had to get the popcorn tonight? You guys stole the comfy spots.”
“Because I got it last week.”
“And I got it the week before that,” Peter piped up before pushing his head higher up into your hands.
“And I always get the drinks. It’s tradition for you three to rotate popcorn duty, Peter will do it next week.” The youngest triplet groaned, mumbling out a “Don’t remind me” into your lap with a disappointed look on his face.
You had known the Mendes triplets for as long as you can remember, your family moving next door to them when you were only five years old. The four of you always sat on the bus together, played with each other after school, and frequently ate dinner at each other’s houses. You had sleepovers until your parents claimed you were too old to have sleepovers together (yet you still managed to sneak into the other’s rooms to have an impromptu sleepover that was unknown to both of your parents). Next thing you knew you were growing up, helping each other through first dates, first loves, and heart aches, always being attached to each other’s side no matter where you went. When college decisions had to be made, it was easy for you all to agree to stay together, even going as far as to live within a few miles of one another once you graduated. Yes, there were disagreements here and there, but when is there not? In the end you all loved each other platonically, no hidden feelings in between anyone because you all simply clicked and the moment you had seen those little curly headed boys leave their house when you were just a toddler, you knew you would become best friends as cliche as that sounds. Now almost eighteen years later you still made time to make plans together, setting Saturday nights as the official movie night at the Mendes’ apartment. And without a doubt, whichever one of the boys had to get the popcorn that night and didn’t get to cuddle up next to you was complaining for the rest of the movie. Shawn and Raul were the worst to listen to because they’d be voicing their opinions on why the popcorn system was unfair and would bicker with each other constantly over it to rub it in the other’s face that they were on the couch and the other wasn’t. However, Peter was the worst to watch. He didn’t say much, usually just grabbing three times the amount of blankets he usually has as he curled himself into a ball in the recliner looking like a sad puppy that just wanted cuddles. It took everything in you from leaving the couch in favor of wrapping yourself around him until he smiled again, but you already knew how that would go over with the rest of the triplets. One week you even suggested that you get the popcorn and sit in the recliner so there was no more fighting. That only caused more fighting because they told you that they didn’t want to cuddle with each other, they wanted to cuddle with you, which led to Shawn and Raul insulting one another on why they wouldn’t want to lay together while Peter just clung to you like a koala from behind. You were thankful though that there were little complaints on Shawn’s end tonight besides the typical grumbling due to the long week at work you had and your desire to just relax with your best friends.
Raul switched on the first Harry Potter movie, which was never questioned on a movie night and typically led to the next few weeks being a continuation of the series, before placing the remote back on the table and throwing his right arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, letting him mindlessly play with the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of your messy bun while you did the same with Peter’s. “Your hair’s getting really long, Pete,” you whispered as the intro played, pulling his hair out to its full length.
“I know,” he mumbled into the blanket, almost half asleep from you massaging his head, “I need to get it cut soon.”
“Don’t, it’s easier to play with when it’s long.”
“My hair’s long too, you can play with it if you’d like,” Raul smirked as he grabbed your free hand to bring it up to his head.
“Nah, I think I’m good with Peter’s,” you teased, watching as he feigned offense with a hand over his heart.
“Is my hair not good enough for you?” he laughed, still trying to force your hand into his hair, “Play with my hair woman-” you glared at him- “Please?”
“Fine,” you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes before sticking your hand straight into his unruly curls. He had taken a shower prior to your arrival so there was no product in them, allowing the curls to stick out everywhere and make them even softer.
“I want my hair played with.” You turned your attention to where Shawn was whining in his seat, body slumped under a blanket.
“Next week, I promise.” The only response from him was another dissatisfied humph as he sunk down further into the recliner.
The movie progressed with you cuddled up to Raul’s side, eyes drooping shut while Peter was fast asleep in your lap, Shawn busy munching on some popcorn off to the side. The end credits rolled and Raul stretched his arms out, causing you to move slightly with an annoyed groan, as he reached out to turn the tv off. “Where are you going tonight, sweetheart?” he whispered to you, not wanting to completely wake you out of your sleepy state.
“She’s coming with me,” Shawn replied while he moved to get out of his seat, “It’s only tradition after all.” The spare room in the boys’ apartment was filled with musical equipment, painting supplies, photos Peter had taken, you name it. They could have easily made it into a guest bedroom, but seeing as you were the only one that typically stayed over, and they had a pull out couch if they really needed an extra bed, they used it as a miscellaneous room and you slept in one of their beds with them if you didn’t go home. It wasn’t like it was anything new, you guys cuddled all of the time and the triplets were very affectionate people, so it was an unspoken rule that if it got too late to go home after movie night, you stayed in the room of the triplet that didn’t get to sit next to you on the couch. You didn’t mind when they fought over your attention, you secretly loved it, always feeling so loved and protected by the boys you thought of as family.
Shawn made his way over to you, lightly shaking Peter to wake him up before scooping you up in his arms and heading for his room. He placed you down carefully under the sheets, allowing you to get comfortable against him as he laid down next to you, opening his arms up for you to squeeze into. You were almost fast asleep when the door cracked open slowly then shut again before a heavy weight made the bed on your side dip. “What are you doing? Get out of here,” you heard Shawn whisper as you cuddled further into him for warmth.
“No, the heat’s not working in my room again and I don’t feel like fixing it right now.” You quickly recognized the voice as Peter’s and the feeling of him scooting behind you, trying to wrap himself completely around you only solidified your assumption.
Raul, who had heard Peter’s door opening from next to his room, let his curiosity get the best of him as he made his way over towards the middle triplet’s room, “What’s going on in here?”
“Not you, too,” Shawn groaned, holding you tighter against him, “She’s mine.”
You giggled at his selfish nature, feeling the bed move once again. “Peter, move.”
“No, Raul, I got here first.”
“She’s in my room so technically neither of you should be in here.”
“I don’t care. Peter, move.” The youngest sighed, adjusting himself so that he was slotted between your legs towards the bottom of the bed. You turned onto your back, much to Shawn’s dismay, allowing Peter to move up your body and rest his head on your stomach. You were completely encompassed with warmth as Shawn and Raul latched onto you from both sides. All of you felt perfectly content in that moment, all snuggled up to one another and just as inseparable as the day you met.
