#mendes triplets fluff

[incendiobrock]

Clout Chaser {Chris Sturniolo}

Request: Could I request a Chris x reader.she has a huge crush on him but he waste his time getting heartbroken by a girl just using him.when he finds out she is just using him for clout it sends him in a spiral.The reader is there to help mend his heart. (Action 7)very much angst some fluff at the end please.

Prompt(s): A telling B they deserve better

Warnings: language, heartbreak, fluffy ending!

A/N: idk how i feel about this one 😔

Chris was never really a relationship person. Sure, he had some brief talking stages throughout high school, and had his share of a couple situationships but never anything serious. He made it pretty clear to everybody that he wasn’t interested in dating and didn’t think he would be interested for a while.

Chris had fully meant that too, that is until he met a girl while he was out shopping one day. Her name was Jax and she quickly became a constant in Chris’ life. After Jax was introduced you started being put on the back burner. You had been friends with the triplets for years and there was no denying that you had a huge crush on Chris.

The crush started out small, a little school girl type crush is how you would describe it but it grew tremendously over the years as you became a young adult. You never had any intention of telling Chris about it, wanting to respect his boundaries and understanding his want to stay single, which is exactly why your heart had shattered when he announced that him and Jax were together.

His new relationship with Jax drove a wedge between your friendship. She didn’t like him being so close to another girl, friend or not. Chris quickly became distant and it was hard to ignore when you would still spend a lot of time at their place, continuing to hang out with Matt and Nick.

As you sat in the living room of the triplets house one morning you scrolled through Netflix trying to find something to watch. The sun gently gleamed through the big windows, early morning setting in. None of the boys were awake yet and you didn’t want to disturb them so you stayed on your bed (the couch). As you clicked through some more shows a prominent knock was heard on the front door. You weren’t expecting anyone this early but maybe the boys got a package delivered. Your feet echoed through the hall as you ran down the stairs to open the door.

“Oh, hey.” You half smiled, looking at Jax as she stood in front of you. Jax looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes at you, “Didn’t realize you were going to be here.”

“Yeah, I slept over last night-“

“I didn’t ask.” She snarked, shoulder checking you as she welcomed herself into the boys home, going straight down the hall into Chris’ room.

You stood frozen in the doorway for a minute before shutting the door. Did that really just happen? Jax always seemed to be bothered by your presence in the boys lives but you had been friends with them way before she ever came around so you weren’t planning on leaving. You stomped back up the stairs and locked eyes with Nick, who was now awake and standing in the kitchen.

“Woah. Why do you look so pissed off?” Nick chuckled, noticing the scowl playing on your face as he pulled a box of cereal out of the pantry. A huff fell past your lips as you made your way over to the table and pulled out a chair, taking a seat and abruptly dropping your head onto the hard surface. “Miss sunshine and rainbows is here unannounced! Completely ruined my morning.”

Nick’s eyes widen as he poured milk into his bowl, “Why is she here this early?” Luckily Nick seemed to hate Jax just as much as you did, something was off about her and you both were trying to get to the bottom of it. You lifted your head up and watched as Nick shoveled some apple jacks into his mouth. Shrugging your shoulders in response you felt your stomach churn. Chris was too amazing to be dating someone like her…

“We were planning on filming a vlog today if you want to join. You know you’re always welcome, maybe it will help you keep your mind off of everything.” Nick offered, shooting you a genuine smile, knowing about your hidden feelings for his younger brother.

“Keep your mind off what?” Matt’s voice said as he came out of his bedroom, his hair shooting in different direction from his nightly slumber.

“Jax.” You deadpanned, stealing Nick’s spoon and copying his movements as you yourself shoveled some cereal into your mouth. As you chewed the bite you had taken the room in the air turned cold, causing your brows to furrow as you looked between Matt and Nick. With cereal still in your mouth you spoke up again, “Why are you guys being so quiet?”

“What about me?” A voice behind you sassed, the hairs on your arm standing up as you realized why Matt and Nick had stopped talking. Quickly, you gulped down the cereal and turned in your chair to see Jax and Chris standing side by side, his arm swung over her shoulders. “Yeah, are you guys having fun without us?” Chris asked, oblivious to the tension shared between you and his girlfriend.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth and get dressed.” Matt said, excusing himself from the conversation and b-lining down the hall. The tension was finally cut as Chris began talking to Nick about the vlog they would be filming today. Jax never let up on the glares she would send you as she moved around the kitchen with Chris, helping him make some eggs, sausage links, and toast for breakfast. It was in moments like these you were thankful for Nick as he stayed by your side and did his best to hold a conversation with Chris.

After everybody was dressed and ready for the day you followed Nick out of his room as he started messing with the camera, turning it on and going to find Matt.

Matt checked his hair in the bathroom mirror, giving the audience a quick spiel about his target thermal, causing you and Nick to laugh from behind the camera. The fans were used to seeing you appear in their videos at this point, always leaving comments when they would hear you in the background.

Jax pushed past you for the second time today, making her way in front of the camera. Fans had started noticing her in the videos too, soft launching her and Chris’ relationship through small moments they had shared in other recent videos.

“Did you already tell them where we are going today Matt?” She asked, fake niceness dripping off her venomous fangs. “Awww, Matt’s got a boo boo.” Chris teased, now appearing in the frame next to Jax as she took hold of his hand.

Nick turned the camera around to the two of you as he explained that Matt had been experiencing some ankle pain for months, and they were finally all taking a group trip to urgent care so he could get it checked out. You felt all of your energy drain out of your body as you observed Jax and Chris from behind the camera, watching silently as she seemed to always have something to say. Even her laugh pissed you off, you couldn’t seem to figure out what it was about her that rubbed you the wrong way.

—-

A couple days had passed and you were back at the triplets place for dinner. Nick had uploaded the vlog for their Wednesday video a little earlier and you decided to scroll through the comments as you both sat side by side on the couch.

I hope y/n is doing okay, she didn’t seem like herself in this vid 🥺

omg did you guys see jax and chris in the background at 12:53???? i’m glad chris is happy !!!

ugh jax is gorgeous i love seeing her in the videos

more jax content plzzz!!!! (and y/n) love them both 🫶

Bad choice. You were agitated that everybody seemed to love the girl that you were beginning to despise. It was almost like it was all an act. She was a complete stuck up bitch off camera, but as soon as the camera was rolling she was the nicest person anyone has ever met.

As you felt yourself spiraling down a hole of despair Nick gently nudged your arm, causing you to look at him as he sat beside you on the couch. He gave you a questioning look, silently asking what was up. Without words, you handed the phone over to him, showing him the comments all praising Jax. Glancing over the back of the couch you saw Jax at the kitchen table, her phone propped up against a candle as she continued her tiktok live.

“Baby, come say hi to my live?” Jax probed, positioning her phone so that Chris was in view. Chris smiled and waved to the camera, watching as the live flooded with thousands of viewers.

Jax began gushing over the attention she was getting, just by bringing Chris into the frame. That’s when it hit you, she was just using him for fame and views. “God, I’m gonna be sick.” You mumbled, pushing yourself off the couch and storming up the stairs into Nick’s room, slamming the door behind you and hoping that everybody heard it.

One of your hands aggressively rubbed over your face as you paced around the bedroom. You couldn’t believe that it had taken you so long to piece it together, the mood switches on and off camera seemed so obvious now. A voice from the staircase caused you to jump slightly,

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Chris what are you doing? I’m sure she’s fine, you don’t have to check up on her.” Jax’ voice followed, snapping at him like he was some sort of dog. Normally, Chris would bend to her every command so you were even more shocked to hear a knock on the door. It cracked up slightly, Chris peering in around the frame and making eye contact with you as you stayed glued to the middle of the floor.

Chris fully walked in, leaving the door wide open behind him which allowed Jax to stand in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest.

“What? No more tiktok live? You’ll probably get millions of viewers! People love drama.” You spat, finally not caring about trying to remain civil towards her. Jax stared back at you, swallowing her nerves as she realized you had read through her little act.

“What’s going on?” Chris asked, looking between the both of you as he stood in the middle of your staring contest.

“Tell him, Jax,” You edged. “Tell him that you’ve just been using him for views.”

Chris turned back towards his girlfriend, his confusion being replaced with sadness, “Is that true?” He searched her face in hopes that she would instantly deny the accusation being thrown at her, but she remained silent. A look of guilt played on her face as her lip began to quiver.

“Chris, look… I-I can explain.” She stuttered, her voice coming out shaky and weak. Chris shook his head, knowing there was nothing she could say that would make things better.

“No, get the fuck out of my house Jax. We’re done.” He pointed his finger down to the floor, telling her to leave.

“But Chris I-“

“I said leave!” He yelled, tears filling his eyes, he could barely look at the girl. Timidly, Jax descended down the stairs, tail between her legs as she faced defeat. Chris felt his body trembling with nerves and anxiety, ultimately falling apart when he heard her go out of the front door. A sob escaped his lips as he slowly turned around to see you still standing there.

“Oh Chris…” You cooed, walking over to the broken, brown haired, boy and pulling him down into a hug. You gently ran your hand over the boys head, smoothing his hair. Chris felt like his world was tumbling apart. This was why he wasn’t a relationship person. This was why he was closed off, because why would anybody want to experience pain like this?

“I’m so so sorry. You deserve so much better Chris.” You whispered into his shoulder, pressing a firm kiss there without a second thought. Chris’ sobs began to die out as he allowed you to keep holding him, whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Finally, he broke away from your embrace, his eyes red and puffy from the tears he’d shed.

“We’re not all like that you know. There’s going to be a girl out there who loves you for you and who treats you the way you deserve. None of that superficial bullshit is going to matter because all that will matter is her love for you.” You reassured him, your hands still resting on either side of his neck on his shoulders.

“How can you be so sure?” He whispered.

“Because I love you Chris. And I have for a long time now, I just didn’t want to overstep your boundaries since I knew you weren’t super keen on relationship…”

His face prepped up at confession, a small smile forming across his lips. “I love you too.”

Now, it was your turn to be confused, a quizzical expression playing on your face. Did you really hear what you thought you heard, or were you dreaming?

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his hand coming up to rest below your chin, his thumb running over your bottom lip. Your lips parted as he traced over it with his thumb, heat spreading through out your body.

You nodded your head, granting him permission to kiss you. His hand gently pushed your chin up as he brought his lips down to connect with yours in a deep kiss. A hum escaped you as you kissed him back, his tongue snaking his way in, tasting all of you. The kiss was better than you could’ve ever imagined and now that you’ve felt it you weren’t sure how you had gone so long without it.

After a few more seconds Chris pulled away, pressing a firm and final kiss on your lips almost as if he was sealing the deal.

Thank god Jax was finally gone.

[wondershawns]

Can you do one about Rauls girl being on her period and cuz he’s like a doctor he’s really observant and helps her out as much as possible and he’s all cute and shit

A/N: I’ve had this in my requests for absolutely forever and I’m trying to clean out my inbox so I finally managed to write something! This is really short, it’s just a little bit of fluff

Word count: 932

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Cold air woke you up. You stirred and pulled the blankets closer to you, hearing Raul murmur an apology before he slowly moved away. His hand on your stomach slid off your skin and you immediately missed the warmth of his body behind yours.

“Where are you going?” You buried the side of your face in your pillow when he adjusted the covers on your body.

“The gym, I’ll come back with breakfast,” He kissed your forehead. “You can sleep in,”

“Drive safe,”

“I will,” He opened the closet and grabbed some clothes before leaving the bedroom quietly so that you could go back to sleep.

You groaned when you tried to move, the cramps in your uterus forcing you to stay still on your side. You heard the front door being locked when he left, and all hope of getting the chance to ask him to bring you a hot water bottle before he was gone vanished. It took a while for you to drag yourself out of bed and into the bathroom.

Tears pricked at your eyes while you sat in the shower and let the hot water stream over your body. The heat helped your muscles relax, temporarily relieving the pain. You dressed yourself in Raul’s t-shirt and an old pair of sweatpants before falling back under the covers. There wasn’t much you felt like doing for now and you hoped it would pass before the day really started.

You scrolled through social media on your phone for a while, answering a couple of messages before dropping your phone down by the bed. You closed your eyes and drifted in and out of sleep. You told yourself it was just for a while and that you’d be awake when Raul came back, but things didn’t go as planned.

“Morning sleepyhead,” He said when he woke you up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hi,” You muttered a little dryly.

“You okay?” He frowned when he saw your red watery eyes. He automatically brought his hand over your forehead to check if you had a fever.

“I’m fine, s’just my period,” You winced as you tried to move, giving up on sitting almost immediately.

“Do you want to take a shower? You might feel better once you’re warm,” He offered, racking his brain for anything he had here that could help you feel better.

“I’ve already showered,” You shook your head.

“Okay, I’ve got a hot water bottle, do you want it?”

“Yes please,”

“I got you a blueberry muffin if you’re hungry, I’m also gonna make you a cup of tea, okay?” He decided, planning on taking care of you all day until you felt better.

“I’ll be in the living room in a minute,”

“Take you time,” He rubbed your shoulder before getting up.

He found the hot water bottle he rarely ever used in the closet and hurried in the kitchen to boil water for it and your tea. You felt better knowing Raul was there, but the cramps didn’t stop. You sat up and tied your hair way from your face messily before making your way to the couch.

Raul’s heart squeezed when he saw you crash there, hair a mess and eyes small and tired. He had seen you in just about every state already but it didn’t stop him from missing seeing you wake up with energy and a bright smile on your face. Even when you pretended to be grumpy because you had to get up your eyes usually gleamed with happiness.

You thanked him for the hot water bottle and held it to your stomach as you leaned against the arm of the couch. You would have helped if you could but Raul didn’t mind, he brought a steaming mug of tea to the table in front of you along with the muffin he got you on the way back from the gym.

“Do you have any pain meds?”

“Not with me, I forgot to bring them,” You shook your head, mentally scolding yourself for not thinking ahead.

“I can go get some,”

“They’re on prescription only,” You usually carried them around everywhere you went because you knew you couldn’t get them otherwise.

“I’ll write you a prescription honey,” He got his laptop and sat next to you, reminding you that his medical license had a few perks when it came to those things.

You told him what you usually took and he wrote it up before printing the page. He added a stamp and signed it before kissing your forehead and making his way out again. There was a pharmacy right down his street and it only took him a couple of minutes to pick up what you needed before he returned to you.

You had only been sipping on the tea, already halfway through the cup and feeling a little bit better now that you were more awake. You swallowed the pill he handed you before putting the mug down and cuddling into his side on the couch.

“How long does it usually take to kick in?” He knew the theory but everyone was a little different.

“An hour maybe? I take two when it’s really bad sometimes but them make me a bit dizzy,” You explained as he adjusted himself on the couch to be able to cuddle you.

“Yeah, they’re pretty strong,” He kissed the top of your head. “You need anything else?”

“Just cuddles,” You put your hand over his when he wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you, for taking care of me,”

“Always love,”

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[princecharmingmendes]

Our Little Winter Wonderland | Raul Mendes

When your 6'2 of a boyfriend, a former "Grinch", decides to turn your house into Winter Wonderland overnight.

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Hey guys, can't believe the year is almost over. I hope it's not too late to end 2021 with a small Christmas themed oneshot for my favorite little universe (Hey Angel). So this is just a cute little thing I put together inspired by the holidays that are part of a storyline, but can be read as a stand alone as well. As always happy reading and happy holidays everyone! 💘

*Word Count: 3K+

*Warnings: minor cursing and overbearing fluff.

*Posted: December 31st, 2021.

-*-

Y/N didn’t really know if she should be mad or laugh at Raul.

If she was honest, it’s not like she hadn’t seen it coming, specially after almost four years since they started dating and now that they’re living together. He asked her to move in with him on his birthday and by thanksgiving everything was solved and settled, and since it was their first holiday living in his place, Raul offered to host the Christmas Eve dinner on their place. But the problem was (according to Raul himself) that he didn’t own any sort of thematic decoration or items, since he shared his place with his brother and spent most holidays in their hometown or traveling with Shawn. And ever since they both came to visit Y/N’s parents and he saw the effort at herr sisters place, he turned into a Christmas maniac.

It all started while they’re packing all of her stuff from her place and Raul stumbled across a tiny box with her minor Christmas decor and he realized he didn’t even own a stocking or whatever, not a single ornament. Y/N brushed it off saying they didn’t have to make a big deal out of it since they’re most likely leaving for the holidays, but what she didn’t expect was for her boyfriend to lose his mind over it. He started a whole inquiry about their traditions and famous dishes, how much was too much on decor and at the time, Y/N didn’t even bat an eye at his sudden strange curiosity, thinking he’d drop the subject soon enough.

But when she arrived at home from work and was met with a massive tree standing by their floor to ceiling windows in the corner of the living room she was a bit shocked, to say the least. Too stunned to speak or react, she didn’t even notice her 6’3 boyfriend leaning over the kitchen island on her Pinterest account that was logged on her computer, searching for a list of things he should buy to decorate their place.

“Oh, hi, Bambi, how was work?” he mumbled closing her notebook and smiling up at her.

Still trying to assimilate everything, Y/N turned slowly to face her boyfriend “Good, I’m guessing your day off was pretty busy” she mumbled placing her bag on the counter, her shoes discarded by the door next to her coat already hanging beside it.

“Oh no, that only took me an hour, did you like it?” and despite his nonchalant behavior, there was some sort of nervousness laced in his voice.

She nodded as he walked around the marble counter to wrap her in a warm embrace “It’s beautiful, darling, I just wasn’t expecting it”

“Really? We’ve got like a week til Christmas, Bambi”

Y/N chuckled softly laying her head on his chest “I know, silly, just didn’t know we were decorating for the holidays this year, since I just moved in and all”

“Well, of course we are, I don’t want to be or become a Grinch or something” he joked, but the proud smile blossoming on his lips “so you liked it?”

“Of course I did, it was a nice surprise”

Raul smiled before leaning down to peck her lips “There’s another one in the oven”

“Really? You made us dinner?” her eyes lit up as he hummed his affirming response.

“Yep, I had to go grocery shopping so I grabbed some extra items to make you homemade lasagna and there’s wine in the fridge” his honeyed voice and sweet acts were slowly melting her bones, thank God for his strong hold on her waist.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stood on her tippy toes as he gently cradled her face in his hands “Darling, we’re already living together and we’ve been together for years now, you don’t have to try and seduce me”

“Oh but I do! Is it working?” he asked sweetly rubbing their noses together in a puppies kiss.

Y/N only giggled as she pressed a kiss to his pink lips “You know it is”

“Good, now let’s eat cause I’m starving” he said before leaning down and picking her up, making her let out a small shriek in surprise.

“Put me down, you idiot, now!”

Raul tsked putting her down by the table “now that’s not how you’re supposed to talk to your very loving boyfriend, Bambi”

“Well if my very loving boyfriend wasn’t such a jerk I wouldn’t talk to him like that” she said with a playful roll of her eyes.

“You're the one who chose to love me, so deal with it” he punctuated his last sentence with a bop to her nose, making her laugh.

“Fine, Fine, now let’s have dinner cause I’m starving and I need to sleep” Y/N said helping him set the table.

Raul chuckled but was quick to move around the kitchen, promptly serving her food and joining her on the table. During the meal, only a light banter kept them company as he kept up with his questions about everything involving Christmas decorations, claiming he didn’t really care about the date when he was younger and didn’t make any efforts to change that when he left for college. Little did Y/N know how much he had planned. After they’re done, they both cleaned up after themselves and he was quick to follow her to their bathroom for their night routine. Ever since they made the habit of spending most of their time in one of their apartments, the other stocked up the bathroom with everything they could possibly need, so very quickly he discovered he enjoyed watching her removing or applying her make up and that didn’t change when she moved in.

So when Y/N propped herself on the sink, Raul took the spot right behind her, gently placing a kiss to her shoulder before moving to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he was done, he moved closer to her to wrap an arm around her waist, to which she just shook her head with a small giggle in response. Raul’s love language is through physical touch and acts of service, so when they first started dating, she wasn’t used to his touchy self, but she discovered she loved it just as much. He just doesn’t need to know how much and needs to deal with her teasing about how he ‘can’t seem to keep his hands to himself’ to which he normally replies with a simple ‘of course not, you’re looking like a fucking goodness all of the time, how am I supposed to behave?!’

“Time for bed” he announced as soon as he knew she was done, picking her up easily as she giggled wrapping her arms around his neck, used to her 6’2 of a boyfriend carrying her around.

“Sure, boss, do I have much of a choice?” she asked as she felt her body bouncing on the mattress.

Raul dived under the covers right beside her, pulling her flush to his chest “nope, now you’re all mine, rest up, Bambi, we’ve got a full day tomorrow”

“What? It’s Saturday, can’t we just stay in bed all day?” she asked with a small pout, tracing his solid abs with the tip of her nail under his shirt, trying to somehow convince him to let her sleep in.

“Na ah” he was quick to grab her wrist, placing a delicate kiss in the back of her hand “no way, we’ve got to shop for Christmas presents before it starts getting chaotic”

Y/N whined tucking her head against his neck as he chuckled, pulling her even closer to him and placing her leg between his two “fine, we’ll go in the morning”

“I’ll make you pancakes” he tried to bargain for a smile and as always, he was able to pull one from her as she pressed a barely there peck to his neck “goodnight, Bambi”

“Night, darling” she murmured in a sweet sigh.

-*-

Raul was a sneaky little thing.

There was no way Y/N could be mad at him for waking her up early on her free weekend with kisses and breakfast in bed, despite the grumpiness that was fighting to settle for the day and sour her mood, his affection and sweet words coaxed giggles out of her. After stuffing her full with pancakes made from scratch and coffee, he dragged her out of bed and into the freezing weather outside, wrapping her up in her fluffiest coats and a knit scarf so she wouldn’t get cold during the day.

“Bambi, don’t want you sick during the holidays” was his excuse as he placed a kiss to the tip of her nose shutting down every complaint she had come up with.

“Do you think we’ll be back for lunch?” she asked as she grabbed her bag to leave.

But his response was a soft shrug before walking towards the door to wait for her with his outstretched hand “depends, we can if you want”

“Please, I need a long nap before Peter comes for dinner tonight” she pulled her best pout as she interlocked their fingers gently.

“Oh fuck, forgot about that” he mumbled as he pressed the elevator button “but sure, whatever you want, I’m all yours, Bambi”

Y/N smiled fondly at him, before wrapping an arm the best she could around his neck and pulling him down for a sweet and quick peck “good” was all she mumbled as she pulled him by the scarf to enter the elevator.

And Raul kept his promise the best he could, quickly moving through their gifts list since they already purchased a couple the week before, so when it was barely 11 a.m. and they pretty much had bought everything they needed, he pulled his puppy eyes and begged her for them to take a look at decorations since their tree was too simple and would be weird to not have at least a couple of ornaments.

“But darling, you didn’t even decorate for the holidays before, what changed so suddenly?” she finally broke and asked what’s been bothering her for days now.

Raul turned to her holding three different types of lights to put on their tree with a sheepish smile “you did”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You love Christmas decor and holiday traditions” he stated as if it was the most obvious reason on the planet “now help me out, do you think this is long enough to cover the whole tree?”

“No, you bought the biggest one I’ve ever seen for an apartment” her reply came automatically “but wait a second, you don’t have to this for me, we can buy a couple things each year and collect them along the way, there’s no rush, please don’t go through all this headache because of string lights”

“It’s not a headache, I just want to make you smile and feel at home”

Y/N shook her head at her boyfriend as she reached to cup his cheek “you do, I promise you, I’m the happiest human on the planet when I’m with you and I do feel at home, where is all this coming from?”

“I saw you with your mom on the phone the other day, her house looks amazing and it’s almost as if she has a whole winter wonderland over there, and you mentioned it before, how you were always a fan and all the crazy stories you had while assembling everything together, I just wanted you to have that with me too”

“You’re ridiculous” she mumbled with a soft smile on her lips as her heart melted completely on her chest “but I love you so much”

“I love you too, Bambi” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and carefully placing the lights on their cart that already had a couple of random items for his decor.

“And I’m grateful you’re going through all this trouble just to give me this experience with you, but we can go slow, yeah? Slowly adding to the collection” she added in a more serious note, to which he just nodded in response.

“Of course, I just have a small list of basic things I googled that are stuff we need to have and then I’m done”

“Promise?” Y/N asked with an arched brow raising her pinky.

He gave her a wolffish grin as he interlocked their fingers “of course, Bambi”

-*-

He did not keep his promise. Raul kept placing more and more items to decorate their apartment while trying to distract his girlfriend so she wouldn’t get mad at him for buying so much more than originally planned.

Or at least that’s what he thought he was doing.

Y/N was painfully aware of every attempt he made to sneakily at another set of decorative figures and flowers (or pretty much anything he laid his eyes on that were christmas related). But she couldn’t bring herself to stop him, not when he was looking so happy and accomplished with every little detail. So she pretended to fall for his every excuse and ignored all the things that kept piling in front of her, and when he went to pay and asked her to grab them hot chocolate, she didn’t even try to argue, letting Raul in line as he almost cheerfully hopped to pay and pack everything.

After they were already at home, they ordered some food to eat while she made him watch Grinch, which is a classic for the season, only for them to move to the bed once they’re done with the containers for their well deserved nap.

But when Y/N woke up almost three hours later in an empty bed, she only let out a little giggle, before stretching her arm to grab her phone and text Peter quickly to make sure he was still coming tonight before climbing out of bed. And despite seeing everything Raul picked on the store, nothing could have prepared her for what she witnessed as soon as she walked into their living room. He didn’t notice her at first, too engrossed on the hanging the lights on the tree to notice Y/N leaning against the doorframe that divided the bedroom and home office from the rest of the apartment with a smile on her lips.

He didn’t put much together, mostly the lights and took everything out of their little boxes so he could call her out only on the fun part, but the simple fact that he truly went all the way just for her was enough to bring happy tears to her eyes and her heart thump a bit faster. Once he was satisfied with the placement of the lights while humming to some random Christmas jingle, he turned around to go off the little stool he bought to help and immediately noticed her staring from her little hiding spot.

“Hi Bambi, I was about to call you and ask if you wanted to help” he said with a small blush coating his cheeks as he stepped closer to her to wrap her in his arms.

“Well, of course I do, it’s the best part”

“Does it look bad? I’ve been trying to figure out how to place the lights correctly for the past twenty minutes but I think I got it” Raul shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the fear of screwing things up was evident in his eyes as he examined every spot over and over again.

She shook her head with a laugh “It's beautiful, darling, promise you it’s not rocket science, you did an amazing job”

“Thank you” the proud smile on his face was worth waking up early to go shop for Christmas decor.

“How long have you been up?” she said as she looked around to see how much more work he had done around the place.

“A little more than an hour and a half”

Y/N stared at him, recognizing the small smirk forming on his face “What else did you do to take so much time? Other than the amazing work with the lights, of course”

“You wound me thinking I’d do anything without you, Bambi, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if- ” before he could finish his speech she cut him off.

“What else did you do?” his reply was looking up at the door frame right above both of them, from where a small mistletoe was hanging timidly in the corner “of course you did that”

“It's a tradition, you don’t want to break it and bring bad luck for our first Christmas living together, do you, Bambi?”

“You’re a little shit” she mumbled as he chuckled and leaned down to press a long yet loving kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Bambi, you still love me though”

She sighed in response, incapable of keeping the giggle from bubbling up her chest as she laid her head on his chest, his hold on her waist tightening even more as he peppered kisses all over her head. That was when she noticed small green leaves with a red ribbon tied to every single doorframe around the living room, a couple of windows and random other places, like on kitchen cabinets, above the stove and by the coatrack.

“Honey?” she called softly, but he only hummed in response, so she pushed him back a bit so she could take a better look around “How many mistletoes did you buy again?”

“Don't know, guess we’ll have to find out together” he replied with a wink, bobbing her nose and turning around to face the rest of the decorations they had left “Now come help me, wanna be done with the tree before Peter arrives with his girlfriend for dinner”

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[queenmendes]

you gonna choke me?

raul mendes x reader 

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.

___

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.”

_____

“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.

______

“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.

[wholesomemendes]

Your Teddy Bear

Mendes Triplet Au (Peter Mendes)

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.

[magicalmarauder]

Growing Pains

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.

[brianc521]

Valentines | CEO Peter

Peter was a classy man. He wasn’t one that went for cliches and he wasn’t one to fall for the world's antics on celebrating a ‘day of love’ just as a ploy to spend money on candy and flowers. 

Last year, since you were in love with the idea of valentine's day, he agreed to take you to dinner, allowed you to dress him up and then dress him down at the end of the night.

Hearts and flowers weren’t totally this thing, or well at least not in public. 

This time around? Different story.

Peter is really lovesick. He is head over cufflinks in love with you. You’re wearing his ring, and your initials are tattoo’d just behind his ear. He is devoted to you, and he wants you to know that. So he might have gone a little crazy. It really didn’t help that he hasn’t seen you all week.

You’ve been in Ohio, with he who shall not be named, on a work business trip. You were meant to be home yesterday morning, but weather loves to fuck things up. Your plane was delayed and you didn’t end up getting into town but around 3 am this morning. Since your brother lives just around the corner from the airport, and you and Peter live a good 45 minutes away, it just made sense to crash at Ashtons. 

Peter understood, and really didn’t want you driving that far while being dead tired, he needed you safe. With that said, it still really sucked to spend yet another night alone in the cold sheets. 

Soooooo, that amped up his wanting to do something special for you.

The man not only had the whole store catered for breakfast for you and your employee’s, he also had your office completely filled with dozens of bouquets of roses and sunflowers (your two most favorite flowers). 

But that’s not all. You kept finding little gifts everywhere. Opening your desk drawer to grab a notepad left you munching on a box of chocolates. Accepting the shipment for the day had you hugging a 6 ft teddy bear. 

You called him once the shipment guys left, leaving you alone in the back of the shop.

“Mrs. Mendes, Happy Valentine’s day!” Stan answers cheerfully. 

“Hi Stan! Happy Valentine’s day to you too!” 

“Thank you Mrs. Mendes.” 

“He busy right now?” You ask, chewing on your thumb nail. 

You hear some shuffling and a murmured voice. “He’s about to step into a meeting, he’s walking past me as we speak.” 

“My wife?” You hear in the background, and then suddenly his voice fills your ear. “Hi Baby.” 

“Hi Love.” You sigh, melting into your seat from the sound of his voice alone. “I don’t wanna keep you.” 

“Please do.” He responds.

“Bad meeting?” 

“A fire is about to go out.” He nods, using some code to tell you he’s about to fire someone. 

“Oh, well then call me after.” 

“Or better yet, I’ll pick you up after.” He quips. 

“Um,” 

“I got the rest of the day off.” He bribes. 

“Okay, when should I expect you.” You grin.

“Really? You can come?” 

“Baby, I’m the boss, I can leave if I want. I’ve just spent the week working for this place in a different state.” 

“It’s sexy when you say things like that.” You hear a gag and then Peter’s rough chuckle. “Fuck off Stan.” 

You smile and bite your lip, taking notice of how good of a mood he’s in. 

“Well? Am I ditching this place or what?” 

“Be ready in 30, this fire won’t take long.” 

“Okay, and Mr. Mendes?” 

“Yes?”

“You’re always sexy.” 

He chokes a bit and you giggle as you hang up your phone, strutting your stuff off to the sales floor to tell Micheal you’ll be leaving soon.

**

You start running a little when you see him leaning against his 2019 Porsche 911. He looks too good to be true, and he’s all yours.

“Baby!” He cheers, standing up straight to catch you as you jump into his arms. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His arms tighten as you bury your face in his neck, and he kisses your neck as he takes in a deep breath of your perfume. A plus from you working at a body shop, you always smell so good. 

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He mumbles against your skin. “Don’t ever leave me for that long again.” 

“I won’t, that was pure torture.” 

He walks you around to the passenger side of his car, tapping your bum a few times to get you to hop down. 

“Can I drive?” You grin at him, eyeing the car. 

“If you’re good maybe I’ll let you someday, but today I have plans in store that are meant to be a surprise.” He says helping you into the seat. He shuts your door, walking around the car and slipping in himself. 

“Can I have a kiss then?” 

“You don’t even have to ask that question.” He hums, leaning over the console to plant his lips on yours. 

“Thanks for my flowers, chocolates, and teddy bear. Although I don’t need a teddy bear, I already have you.” 

“Okay, so you’re going to be extra cheesy today?” He raises his eyebrow at you as he pulls out of the parking garage. 

“Me? You sir had me drowning in roses today.” 

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ve arranged for Bailey to get your gifts at the end of the work day when the store closes. I don’t want him messing up your conversion walking in and out so much.” 

You stare at him in awe and lean over to kiss his cheek. “The team says thank you for breakfast, and I’m saying thank you for being an incredible husband.” 

“Speaking of that.” He clears his throat. “We keep calling each other husband and wife.” 

“Yes we do and it confuses the hell out of everyone, I love it.” You giggle. 

“What if it didn’t anymore?” He inquired. 

“What do you mean?” 

“What if I told you we’d actually be married by the end of the night?” 

“Really?” 

“What if I told you Bailey was setting up an Officiant right now?” 

“Really?” You squeal turning to him. “What about the wedding we’re already planning? You know with our Mom’s, the planner, the dress designer?” 

“We’ll have that.” He nods. “But it’s taking too long to make you my actual wife. So what if we got married today, and again in a year when the wedding’s planned. We’ll know we’re already married, to everyone else they’ll celebrate our marriage, for us we’ll celebrate our anniversary?” He grins, looking at you.

“I think I’m in love with you, and that I’ll do anything you want.” 

“Anything?” He teases. 

“I mean a honeymoon has to happen right?” You tease back. 

“Oh Baby you don’t even know what you just asked for.”

**

You stare at yourself in the mirror and smile. Peter had taken you to pick out a simple dress for tonight, then to a jeweler to pick out his and your ring, and then dropped you off at home with a stylist team to glam you the fuck up. 

Bailey holds the door for you as you climb into the limo. Peter’s going full out tonight. Pulling out all the stops.

The drive to the venue is short, mainly because you’re heavy in your thoughts, but before you know it Bailey is opening the door for you and helping you out. 

You’re handed a bouquet of roses and sunflowers while ushered into the dim building. A few of the stylists fuss about a few strands of your hair, and fix your dress a bit. When they finally have perfected your look they scurry away.

Music starts and Bailey appears to open the double doors for you. “Ready?” He asks softly.

“More than ready.” You smile at Bailey.

“You make a beautiful Bride Mrs. Mendes, thank you for being in our lives.” With that Bailey opens the door and watches you walk down the aisle. 

Peter has booked out the most amazing venue, it’s empty, save for an arch in place behind Peter and the officiant. Raul and Shawn stand in the front row, both in nice slacks and a button up shirt. Raul’s in red, Shawn’s in yellow, matching your flowers. They both smile at you and watch you walk to Peter at the end of the aisle. 

Before you know it Peter is dipping you down to kiss you fiercely, you’re named Mrs. Mendes, officially, and suddenly the world is just right. You finally feel like you belong in this crazy place. 

“Congrats!” Shawn cheers, Raul whistling as Peter stands you back up, hand firmly gripping your ass. 

You giggle as you pull away, turning towards the boys. Peter kisses your cheek and is ready to whisk you off, but you laugh harder as you stare at Shawn and Raul.

“What are you laughing at Sis?” Raul asks. 

“You look like Ketchup and Mustard.” You lose it when they stare at each other and laugh too. Peter lets out a good belly laugh and shakes his head. 

“Let’s go, I’m ready to take my wife home, and kick these losers out.” He tugs you down the aisle. 

“Oh we can at least get the McDonalds boys dinner.” You giggle, cackling at the fact that your jokes are just gonna keep on rolling. 

“Wow, make her a Mendes and she suddenly feels like she can tease you.” Shawn says to Raul, nudging his elbow. 

Raul grins and rushes towards you and Peter, swooping you up over his shoulder, twirling in circles. “Oh Sis, what’s the matter? Feeling a little dizzy?”

“Raul stop!” You laugh, hitting his back repeatedly. 

“Raul.” Peter stands straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Put my wife down before something seriously happens to you.” 

“Ooh, scary.” Raul scoffs, setting you back on your heeled feet. You sway and reach for Peter as you try to regain your footing. 

Peter swings you up into his arms, holding you with one arm under your back and the other under your knees. 

“What is with you two and picking me up?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s customary for the groom to walk his wife over the threshold.” 

“We’re not home though.” You point out with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m practicing then.” He grins, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

“Okay, we don’t need to see you practice for the honeymoon.” Shawn gags. 

Peter rolls his eyes, looking to Bailey as you all step outside. “Bailey, take Mickey-” He points to Shawn, “And Dee-” He points to Raul, “Home so I can take my wife away from the greasy mess they are.” 

“Haha.” Shawn rolls his eyes. “Very funny dickhead.” Raul shakes his head. “You wanted us to match her flowers, we were good brothers and followed your orders. Should be thanking us.” 

Peter smiles, looking at his brother, setting you down and engulfing each in a huge hug. “I do thank you. Thanks for being the witnesses to the greatest achievement of my life.” 

Each brother wraps you up in a big hug, leaving you with your Husband. 

“Well Mrs. Mendes,” Peter holds your hand as he leads you to his Porsche. “What do you say about driving me to the beach house?”

“I get to drive?” 

“I told you if you were good you could.” He nods opening the drivers side for you.

“And if I want to be bad?” 

“Oh Baby you’ve got a whole mini honeymoon to be bad.” 

“Mini honeymoon?” 

He nods, leaning against the car. “Beach house this weekend, alone. Month in Bora Bora once you’re settled at work.” 

You raise your eyebrows, grinning at him. “So I have a lot of time to be bad.”

“Do your worst Mrs. Mendes.”

[fanficshawn]

Ok, hear me out... an imagine with badboy!Raul and an introverted and soft y/n, where they have never met but he’s forced to work on the local library and he meets y/n there 🥺🥺 and it’s just filled with cute and fluffy moments of him watching y/n be a nerd and just loving books, and he’s like “i just love hearing you talk about books and the things you love” and at the beginning they think they haven’t got anything in common, but then they discover how easy it is to talk to each other and how they may have more in common than they actually thought.

Can you tell I love the “badboy!raul only being a softie with y/n” trope???

[softboywriting]

Friends to lovers Peter piece is coming out today ❤️

[mywrittingwonderland]

Uncle Peter (Special Triplets) - feat. Peter

Hello pretty people, hope you like this ❤️

To read more from little Peter: dAdvices

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“Uncle Peter?”

“What’s up, mini Shawn?”

“Why did you copy my name?”

“Hey! I never copied your name, I was here first, remember?”

“Why do I have your name, then?”

“Because your mummy always loved that name, and it was your great Grampa’s name, and I love that name too. Don’t you? Come on! We have the best name!”

“I like my name, it’s just that I never know if they are talking with me when we are doing family things, Uncle Peter.”

“Mini Shawn?”

“Mm?”

“How do you know I am Uncle Peter and not your dad or Uncle Raul?”

“Daddy’s eyes sparkle and Uncle Raul never says mini Shawn.”

“What do you mean, sparkle?”

“Look now! When he looks at Mummy, all sparkles. It happens when he looks at me too, Uncle Peter. Do you see it?”

“Oh, yeah, I do see it.”

“That’s how I know.”

“What are you guys talking about?”

“Your sparkles Dad.”

“My what now?”

“Mini you here was telling me how he knows I am not you because your eyes sparkle.”

“Oh, it’s because I love you so much Little one.”

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General Taglist: @arypesanchez @turtoix @ivegotparticulartaste @lanallaa  

[amelianamendes]

Cookies and Periods

Reader gets her period and the triplets take care of her

 contains swearing

You got your period. And cramps were making themselves known, you had stayed at the triplets house last night after you fell asleep on Shawns shoulder during a film, you had known them ever since you were little you lived opposite them and they treated you like a little sister and were very protective over you. You don’t know how but assumed one of them probably Shawn carried you upstairs and into their bed, you were half asleep but do remember a “fuck, why did I put that there” which would probably be Shawn's guitar case.

You wake up and immediately have a bad feeling your stomach hurt, your back hurt and you had a headache you rip the covers off to find a red stain on white sheets and then start to cry due to the fact that you should have realised the signs of PMS but always dismiss it and think ‘ nah I’m good’ Shawn comes in for some clothes which he forgot when he had a shower so here he is wet hair dripping, slightly flushed cheeks, abs and a towel around his waist, he see’s you crying and rushes over noticing the blood and caring mode was activated “are you ok?, are you in pain?, can I get you anything?, is this a normal amount of blood?, what the fuck is that brown stuff!” “Raul is this amount of period blood safe?!”  he notices he isn’t making the situation any better.

He takes the towel from around his waist and starts to clean up the blood he forgets he is strip naked until he feels a cold breeze, stares at you his eyes widening looks down and rushes over to his drawers to put some boxers on, face red, Raul walks in and says “that’s normal stop freaking out, I’ll start the shower” Peter walks in and asks if you want pancakes or waffles for breakfast  notices the blood and makes chocolate chip waffles which has always been your go to to cheer you up, that’s what you love about Peter, he doesn’t have to say anything he just does it, Shawn on the other hand panics and goes crazy.

“can you stand or do you need help?” Shawn asks concerned “I’m fine, thanks, could you get me some clothes from my place?” “yeah of course, go wash, I’ll put them on the cabinet in the bathroom”

 You walk into the bathroom take of your pj’s and step into the warm shower helping your aching body as the water crashes onto your shoulders and spine but so warm and comforting, you stand like that for a couple minutes before you decide to wash your hair and clean yourself, you hear the door open which started you at first but then realise it will be Shawn with your clothes.

You head downstairs and the smell of waffles and coffee fill your lungs, they treat you so well. “shower help at all?” Raul asked “yeah it did, for now at least” you tuck into your waffles and notice Peter made a heart with strawberries, he’s so sweet. After breakfast the boys ask if you wanna do anything particularly “I think I’m just gonna take some pain killers and get back in bed” “ok let us know if you need anything” Shawn says.

You get in bed and drift of asleep but woken due to cramps and a headache, you text the group chat

*Mendes bro’s+y/n ♥*

Imessage from you: I have a headache and cramps

Imessage from Shawn:peter get her some painkillers  I’ll get you a heatpad and water

Imessage from Peter: I have to go to the store BECAUSE SOMEONE took the last one when they didn’t need to!

Imessage from Shawn: my foot hurt!

Imessage from peter: because you tripped over your guitar case! And Raul said it’s fine just put some ice on it if it doesn’t stop hurting

Imessage from Shawn: 1 Rauls a child doctor he doesn’t know adult body shit 2 I didn’t want a cold foot

Imessage from Raul: just because you have a dick doesn’t make you a ma, also I’m a pediatrican!and perfectly capable with the “adult body shit”

Imessage from you: MY UTERUS IS HAVING REVENGE I DIDN’T GIVE IT A BABY TO NURTURE

Imessage from peter: sorry y/n I’m heading to the store

Imessage from shawn: sorry y/n be there in a minute

Imessage from Raul:sorry you gotta put up with them

They love her to death, she’s so fun and caring but when she’s mad she’s intimidating and you do not wanna be in her firing line!

 Shawn comes upstairs with water and a heat pad nice and warm, he enters his room and see’s you whimpering with teary eyes, it breaks his heart to see you like this because deep down he has a soft spot for you and wants to be that person to take care of you, he sits down on the bed trying to avoid your legs sprawled across all over the place in your attempt to get somewhat comfy.

He gives you the heat pad and you place it where it hurts the most his hands run through your hair gently, an action which you have always found soothing with his other hand he gently massages your thumb to help with your headache something which you did when he got one stressing over a song. Peter came upstairs with some pain killers, hot chocolate and said he was going to make you some cookies.

You take the pain killers and start to fall asleep mainly because shawn was massaging your head which always made you sleepy, the last thing you remember is Shawn kissing you on the forehead then he leaves without tripping over his guitar case, he heads down the stairs and into the kitchen and finds Peter making cookies “your making them from scratch?” he asked questionably “yeah, there better made like this, more love goes into to them” Peter replied “can I help?” Shawn asked “you can’t even cook rice without burning it, need I remind you about the pasta?” “that was was crispy pasta bake!” Shawn replied defensively pointing a finger in attempt to make his point valid “it was raw for fucks sake!” Peter cried exasperatedly “ right.well. that’s cooking not baking” peter looked at Shawn who was making puppy eyes “urgh fine you can do the eggs”.

Shawn grabbed the eggs out the fridge and due to his ‘expert’ pancake making he can usually crack them in one hand, so he decided to show off “hey Pete” “what?” Peter replied slightly annoyed “look what I can do” whilst tapping the egg against the bowl, he attempts to separate with one hand but apply a bit too much force and the egg cracks in his hand making a mess Peter sighs but can’t help but laugh at his brothers not so happy face “I bet I could do it” Peter says while taking an egg from the box, he taps it against the bowl and like his brother attempts to open it with one hand, but fails miserably they both look at each other and burst out laughing unfortunately the kitchen door was open so you could hear them laughing from upstairs which woke you up, luckily your headache was gone and your cramps had gone, for the time being, so you use this pain free opportunity and see what they are laughing about, you head downstairs and see them in the kitchen with cookie mix and eggy hands, you walk in “what are you boys doing?” with a slight laugh “Y/N! hey you feeling any better” Shawn asks.

“yeah I do, why do you have egg on your hands?” “well Shawn decided to show off by cracking an egg with one hand and as you can see it didn’t work, I decided I would show off and be able to do it but it didn’t work” “so this is why we both have egg on our hands” you decide to show the boys how it’s done so you take an egg in each hand crack them against the bowl and 2 egg yolks fall into the bowl you wash your hands and go watch tv leaving them brothers standing there with shocked and annoyed expressions on their faces, Shawn mutters “show off”.

Peter puts the cookies in the oven whilst shawn cleans up, as he is scrupping the floor after he got egg on it Raul arrives home and startles Shawn “mmm cookies!” “OW! Jesus, I think I got a concussion!” so dramatic. “would you like me to look at your head? Oh.wait, I’m just a child doctor I don’t know adult body shit” Raul replys rather sassy whilst making air quotations “haha very funny”.

Raul heads upstairs to get changed and later joins you,  Shawn and Peter watching some tv.

@sunrise-shawn @thotmendes @theshawnmendesstorycollection

[wondershawns]

Turning Tables - Part 2 (Chapter 5) [R.M.]

AN: This chapter is really short but the next one will make up for it. This probably needs to be edited more but I don’t want to wait too long until I post so I guess it’ll have to do. Anyways, enjoy some fluff.

Word count: 1956

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The house you approached was pretty, much nicer than the last one you saw in your opinion. The look on Raul’s face once you had parked and gotten out of your car to meet him told you he was probably thinking the same thing. You had only visited a few places so far and house hunting proved to be more fun than you had imagined. The activity in itself wasn’t that interesting but the prospect of a new chapter of your life starting with Raul excited you.

“Good morning,” Sabrina greeted you with a handshake. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” You walked up the front porch and tried to take in as much of the details as you could. “This is really close to Peter,” You pointed out for Raul, knowing that he’d enjoy the proximity with his brother.

“It is,” He beamed, he had noticed as soon as he saw the address and it was definitely something that he was taking into consideration.

“Now,” Sabrina called for your attention after unlocking the door, her hand still on the handle. “This fills the criteria you gave me apart from one little thing, there’s six bedrooms instead of five, but let’s take a look around,” She cheerfully pushed the door open and made space for you.

“Yeah sure,” You walked in first, followed by Raul to discover what the inside looked like.

“This way please,” The woman guided you to the living room first, letting you take it in along with the open kitchen. “As you can see there’s a great living space, with an open kitchen which makes it easy for everyone to be together even when there’s someone cooking,” She had noticed your preference for open kitchens after the first two houses and added it to the list of criteria you needed.

“I like that,” You pointed the glass coffee table to Raul, and he chuckled at how distracted you were by the furniture already.

“It’s annoying to clean when everyone puts their hands all over it though,” He brought up while admiring how much space the living room had, it was huge and it looked perfect for family reunions.

“True,” You agreed and let Sabrina keep on explaining everything that was so great about this living room and kitchen.

The walls were all white, it was simple and boring but you could easily paint one or two to give life to the house. What really called out to you were the windows, they were large compared to what you usually found in Canadian houses, and you already loved the glass door that led to the garden. The living room and kitchen were full of light, it was what you were missing the most in the apartment you currently lived in.

The main bedroom was downstairs with an ensuite bathroom, which you figured was perfect for you and Raul, especially since there were also separate toilets that anyone could access without having to go into your room. You hadn’t seen the garden when you walked up the stairs to see the bedrooms, and you hoped it was as nice as the rest of the house.

“This is pretty good, right?” Raul asked to check with you while you had a few seconds when Sabrina walked into the room first.

“Yeah, I love it,” You nodded in agreement, taking less time to visit the bedrooms as they were all the same and mostly empty.

The wooden floor that covered everything upstairs got your attention, it was only replaced with tiles in the bathrooms. Overall it was a house you could easily decorate to your taste without too much work, it was larger than you had imagined but Raul seemed to think it was the size he wanted.

You ended the visit with a tour of the garden and took time to notice what type of flowers were growing well while Raul looked at the two trees. He couldn’t help but think one of the branches would be perfect to tie a swing to, and he could already picture kids running in the grass.

“Thank you so much,” You both shook Sabrina’s hand on the way out, you had discussed some extra details with her before it was time to leave.

“So what do we think?” You asked Raul while he checked his watch.

“I think it’s great and it’d be even greater to talk about it over dinner tonight, I struggled to get this morning off and I can’t be later than that,” He kissed your cheek and gave your waist a squeeze.

“Go save lives,” You knew you had to hurry too, taking the early part of the morning off was the only way for you to visit some of the houses you had wanted to see but there was work for you to catch up on.

“My place at seven? I’ll try to be there early,” Raul offered, silently hoping he’d be able to get you to stay over as well.

“Yeah right,” You laughed, knowing there was no chance he’d be early. “I’ll let myself in, don’t worry about it,”

“Okay, I’ll see you then, have a good day,” He kissed you goodbye and tapped the back of your hand three times, smiling when you repeated the gesture before he hurried back to his car.

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He wasn’t there when you reached his place that night but you were a little early and he hadn’t texted you to cancel, so you simply let yourself in and crashed onto his couch to sink in the cushions. It was so comfortable you almost dozed off for a while, a comforter covering your legs to keep you warm.

“Hello you,” Raul walked in with a smile to find you sleepily trying to sit up on the couch.

“Hi love,” You hummed as you made grabby hands at him to motion him closer. “How was your day?”

“It was good, yours?” He bent down to kiss you softly before letting himself fall into the couch next to you.

“Not bad, I worked overtime during lunch to catch up on my article,” You sat up from your slouched position to turn your body to face him.

“Can I read it?”

“I’m still waiting on some results to finish putting the whole thing together,”

“I can look at a draft, I could have a more medical perspective than you to point things out,” Raul got back up to get two glasses of water from the kitchen, he didn’t get a lunch break either and he was more dehydrated that he had thought.

“I’ll show it to you, but tonight I really don’t feel like seeing any more of it,” You were always glad to get some help, especially from Raul who was more focused on putting things in practice than on research.

“Speaking of seeing, thoughts on the house?” He adjusted a cushion behind his back when he joined you again.

“It’s very nice,”

“That house is perfect,” Raul corrected you and nudged you with his elbow to see your grin matching his.

“Maybe it is,” You nodded your agreement, your heart soaring when you thought it could be your new home.

“C’mon love, you’re in love with the wooden floors and large windows, it’s quite modern, the only thing missing in there is us,”

“The two bedrooms at the end of the corridor upstairs are small,” You pointed out the only flaw you had noticed, but Raul had an immediate solution to it.

“We’ll break the wall between them, and that gives us the perfect five bedrooms house,”

“Bubs I’m joking,” You giggled as you hooked an arm around his neck for leverage to kiss him. “It’s perfect,”

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Tina and Peter’s reaction when they found out you wanted to buy a house a mere fifteen minutes walk away from them was full of excitement. Things were finalised rather quickly and you found yourself signing the papers with Raul in no time.

Moving in was trickier but you were thankful you rented your apartment furnished unlike Raul, who had to stash his things in the new garage for a while until his couch and table could be sold to people online. You got all of the new furniture delivered to avoid too much of a hassle, but when it came to moving your things out of your apartment Shawn and Isabelle were the ones to come to the rescue.

“Iz, this is heavy!” The curly haired man complained when she picked up another box to carry down to the car.

“I’m pregnant Shawn! Not made of sugar!” She yelled on her way out as he huffed.

“She’ll be fine,” You giggled and lifted one onto your hips before following after her, ignoring whatever he replied to you.

Peter and Tina were both doing the same work in Raul’s apartment, and it was only when everything was packed and loaded in the cars that you all met at your new house.

“Wanna to the honours?” Raul unlocked the door, giddily pushing it open to let you walk in first.

“It’s still really empty,” You chuckled, taking his hand and pulling him after you. “But you’re with me so it feels like home,”

“And you always say I’m the cheesy one,” He grabbed your waist and crashed his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss.

“Hey you two!” Shawn called out as he brought one of the heaviest boxes in. “Cut it out and help us!”

“Sorry,” Raul grinned, not sorry at all as he let everyone with boxes in before he went outside to grab the others with your help.

Unloading the cars was fast. Your house was a mess of boxes and empty shelves but it was a good enough start for you and Raul to handle the rest on your own. You thanked the two couples that helped while promising you’d invite them for dinner as soon as the house looked decent. All that was left was the unpacking, and you decided to work on the bedroom first to make sure your bed was made for the night. Raul got his speaker out and played some songs you liked to clean to together to motivate you as you moved on to the living room.

You sang along and danced, bumping hips together while placing objects all around the house for hours. You took a break to order pizza for dinner, but your efforts lowered after you began your work again.

“Can’t we worry about that tomorrow?” Raul whined when you tried to get him to start unpacking in the kitchen.

“It’s not even late!” You opened yet another box, trying not to lose your enthusiasm at the sight of everything that was in it.

“But I’m so done with the boxes,” He complained, pouting to get your attention. “The bedroom looks good, we should try the bed out, don’t you think?”

“Always so horny,” You rolled your eyes with a knowing smile on your face.

“We’ll get to the rest of the boxes in the morning, come ooon,” He dragged out the last word to make you give in.

“Fine, but you’ve got to let me try something new,” You negotiated for the sake of it, knowing it was an offer he’d never refuse.

“Deal, but something like what?” Raul accepted without a second of hesitation, just as you had planned.

“You’ll find out, not tonight though,”

“Tomorrow?” He asked hopefully because most of the things you had tried out on him in the past ended with mind blowing orgasms.

“Maybe,” You hummed as you walked away from him, teasingly getting rid of your shirt before looking at him over your shoulder. “Are you just gonna stand there?”

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[princecharmingmendes]

Brother's Best Friend | Peter Mendes

"Being in love with a close friend isn't always easy, but being in love with your brother's best friend can be a lot harder. So for Peter, the shy one of the triplets, to fall in love with Raul's bestie was almost a nightmare, but probably the sweetest one"

Hello, lovies, I know it hasn't been that long since the last time I posted something around here, but it feels like ages! Well, I wish I could say I'm finally back, but unfortunately things are getting really stressful and busy right now but I decided to write something just because I like doing it so much, and also, @sinceweremutual​ and @itrocksmysocks​ were talking about the triplets I couldn't not do it! So here's a bit of Peter, our soft guy and if you guys like this one I might write something similar for Raul. I'm gonna stop rambling now and just let you guys read, hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

*Word Count: 7.5k+

*Warnings: slight angst, anxiety and panic attack. And maybe a few curse words. 

*Posted: July 7th, 2020.

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To say Peter Mendes is a shy person is an understatement. He’s the youngest by a few minutes (not that Raul or Shawn mention it as a small difference) of the triplets, and while Shawn was into music and always on the road and Raul had that bad boy vibe that made everyone around him week on the knees for him, he was just the shy soft brother. Sure, he’s gotten better with age and around people that were constantly surrounding him, he still got nervous talking to a beautiful girl, but he could manage it nowadays. But, unfortunately, every rule has an exception, and Y/N was Peter’s.

She grew up with the guys, living just across the street and being only a year younger than them. She also went to the same school, which automatically made her a part of the trio. Y/N was the kind of girl that Peter likes to think that would be everybody’s “type”, and she could easily fit into anybody’s life in any role she pleases. She’s chill and funny, always up to do anything, but also caring and loving, and he swears he’s never seen anybody more beautiful than her. And the fact that she can be really touchy and cuddly with them since they grew up together always drove him mad.

But when she was a bit older, she and Raul became almost inseparable, they had the same interests and were always going out with friends and to parties. Peter hates to admits this to himself, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. He feels guilty of feeling like this when his brother and Y/N didn’t know how he felt and when they weren’t anything but friends, even though everyone used to say they would be a power couple. What bothered him is that, deep down, he knew no one would ever see them as a power couple cause she was just too much for him, and he wasn’t enough for her.

So, to keep himself sane and preserve the lovely relationship they shared, when he was around fifteen he decided he was going to shove down his little crush on her deep down on his chest. And everything was going on smoothly. Well, that until Shawn and Raul dragged him to a small gathering of friends, promising he was going to have the time of his life, but he didn’t. He was barely enjoying himself, mostly cause Y/N had a guy all over her, when they decided to play some games. So they sat down in a circle and Y/N decided to join, and sat down beside Peter, and as they started truth or dare, someone asked him who was the best kiss he’s ever received and he mumbled he couldn’t answer it cause he never kissed anyone. And he swear, he would never forget what followed after.

Everyone was a bit awkward after that answer, until Y/N leaned forward and grabbed the bottle, making it spin and dared a random dude to take off his shirt. And then everyone forgot about Peter, which he was actually very grateful. He was too embarrassed about being nearly eighteen and had never kissed someone. So he mumbled something about getting a drink and found his way to the porch, to breath a bit. He sat down at the steps that led to the backyard and he clearly remember feeling a bit weird for being there alone and having not the nicest thoughts about himself swimming on his mind, that until he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Pete, can I sit here with you?” Y/N’s sweet voice made him look up at her, and he nodded without saying a single word, being too afraid to not being able to talk at all.

So she simply sat down beside him and offered him her cup, he silently took it and brought it to his lips, noticing it was only a glass of water and he smiled internally. She doesn’t drink soda. She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and stared at the distance, just sitting there silently with him, and he was very grateful about it. She was just perfect and it seemed like she read him like a book. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he held his palm up for her to interlace their fingers, which she did, and they just stood there for a while on a comfortable silence.

“You should go back inside” was all he mumbled after a while.

“I’m not leaning you”

“But what about Brad?”

“Brad’s not my person, you are, and I feel like you could use some company” she said and Peter just hummed not knowing what to say, but Y/N did, she always did “why are you so upset, angel?”

“‘M not”

“Peter Mendes, I know you since we’re three, don’t lie to me, you know I don’t like it” she playfully scolded him and he chuckled.

“It’s just... I’m almost 18 and I never kissed anyone”

“And...?”

“I feel left out, most people done it already and I’m just here, and it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just... girls don’t want me”

“That’s just bullshit, of course girls want you, come on, you’re so damn handsome, angel” she said squeezing his hand softly, with her chin resting on his shoulder to look up at him, but he just could never hold her gaze, not while having this conversation “and you are so damn sweet, you’re everything a girl wants”

“I just wish I could get over it, I don’t know, just kiss someone and boom, done” and with that she giggled “great, now not even you’ll take me seriously”

“No, no, I take you very seriously, it was just cute, you’re cute”

“‘M not cute” Peter grumbled feeling his face heating up and Y/N swear her heart fluttered at that.

“Yes, you are, now look at me” she demanded, but still using her soft tone, that he likes to think she saves it just for him “come on, babe”

The pet name was new and that was what made him turn to face her and mumble a soft “what?”

“You want to get this over with?” she asked and he nodded, so she smiled softly at him “then let me kiss you”

“What?! I-“

“It’s okay if you don’t want it” she said with a calm expression and her soft smile still on her face, but her heart was beating wildly “just thought that if it’s something that bothers you so much maybe I could help”

“I want it, I do” he said way to fast, making him blush and Y/N giggle softly “It’s just- I don’t know what to do”

“You do, you just don’t know that yet, it’s not rocket science, don’t overthink it” she said leaning in a bit and he held up his breath, starting to take off his glasses but she cupped his face stoping his movements and looking at her with doe eyes, she just sighed and mumbled softly “keep this on for me, baby” before pressing her lips to his softly.

It wasn’t a scandalous kiss or anything, but it was the best kiss he’s ever received on his entire life. She just pressed their lips together firmly but in a sweet way and it still made his lips tingle whenever he remembered that Y/N gave him his first kiss.

After that it was harder to push his feelings down, specially when she fell asleep with her head on his lap, holding one of his hands as the other played with her roses smelling hair. But he did his best, being pretty efficient with it, only Raul noticing it many years later when he literally felt like crying when Y/N went to meet her boyfriend’s family, the first time she ever had a very serious relationship to the point where she met the guy’s parents. Shawn suspected but never had the guts to ask, afraid he would only upset Peter, but Raul did, since they lived together and she was always around them, making it harder for him to hide his love for her.

But what mattered to him is that she was clueless about his feelings for her, which was all he ever wanted, for their friendship to not be ruined. He rather have her as his friend than nothing at all. And he loved being her friend, being able to cuddle with her on his couch and even sometimes in bed, even if it was just a platonic thin. Holding her to his chest till she fell asleep to his steady heartbeat and soft caresses.

That’s why, when he was having almost a mental breakdown and over stressing himself over a test he had the other day and he heard her voice alongside with Raul’s coming from the front door he felt his heart calming down a bit. Her presence making him feel better almost instantaneously even being on another room. He heard her heels clicking against the floor as she got closer to the rooms, and Raul mumbling something that he couldn’t quite get that made her giggle softly. He then heard a soft knock and saw Raul poking his head through the door to see if he was awake or busy.

“Hey, Peter, just wanted to check on you and let you know that Y/N’s here, how are you?”

“I’m fine, just studying, is she going to crash here?”

“Yeah, I thought it was too late to send her home, rather have her here safe and sound” Raul said and Peter nodded.

Even though Raul had a hard exterior, he was a real softie inside, specially towards his family and Y/N.

“You’re right, is she there with you?”

“Yeah, she’s afraid you’re going to kick her out”

“I’d never do that to her”

“Told ya, darling” Raul said turning to what Peter imagines to be her on the hallway “I’m gonna head to bed, kay? You know you’re way around the house, I’d stay up with you, but I’m dead tired, hun”

“It’s okay, Raul, thank you, I’m just going to say hi to Pete and head to bed” he heard she speaking softly.

“Okay, goodnight” Raul said before turning his head back inside Peter’s room “goodnight, champ, try to sleep a bit and Y/N wants to say hi”

“Goodnight, Raul” was all Peter said before his brother left and his best friend peaked in “hi there”

“Hi, I know you’re busy, so I won’t take too much of your time, just wanted to say hi”

“It’s okay, come in” he said and he saw her tiptoeing inside, careful to shut the door softly.

She walked straight to him, pushing the book on his lap to the side, so she could sit there and not destroy his notes, wrapping her arms around his neck and breathing him in “I missed you a bit”

“Yeah?” he asked wrapping his arms around her, trying so hard to keep his tone steady “missed you too, angel, college’s been a bit too hard on you, eh?”

“Yeah, on you too, but you’re too good for this, and God, why are you so comfy, Peter? I could literally just spend my night in here” she said nuzzling her face on his neck.

There was nothing new here. She was always very touchy, specially with Peter since he corresponder her touches so nicely. But whenever they spend too many days apart from each other, they both get very clingy, the difference is that Peter’s still worried sick about his test and it’s still too shy around her to take the initiative. Although he never complains when she’s being a bit too needy, he just enjoys her presence.

“I promise you as soon as I finish my last test tomorrow, we can watch as many movies and cuddle as much as you want”

“Sounds perfect” she mumbled before leaning down to take of her heels and he couldn’t help but notice that the little black dress she was wearing had ridden higher than it should, and he has to look away “I’m going to leave you alone now, but don’t overwork yourself, I’m pretty sure you know more than the teacher himself, you’re my little genius? Aren’t you?”

Her question was pretty inocente, but it made Peter swallow down hard as he answered with a short “yes”

“Great, goodnight, angel” she smiled at him and pressed a light kiss to his cheek “see you in the morning” she got off his lap and grabbed her stuff as he replied softly.

But before she left, she looked back at him and to shoot him a little wink, closing the door behind herself as she shuffled to Shawn’s/ guest room.

Great, now he’s stressed and want to grab her gorgeous face and smash her lips with his.

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Some time into the night, Y/N was restless cause she’s done her last test in the morning and slept all afternoon before Raul picked her up to go out with him for a few drinks. She was bored of looking through social media and rolling from side to side on the bed, and since she was comfortable enough with the guys to just go to the kitchen and grab a glass of water or maybe, if she was lucky, Peter baked muffins like he did every Friday and then steal one for her. So when she was about to head to the kitchen, she saw that Peter’s light was still on at 1AM she got worried and hesitantly walked to his room, wearing just his hoodie as a sleep atire. She knocked softly and there was no response, which almost made her take a step back and go mind her own business, until she heard a little sob.

That was all it took for her to softly open the door and slip in to check on the soft boy that was always on her mind and heart. He was laying on the floor, with his feet up the bed and an arm over his eyes, trying to hold back his sniffles and hiccups, and he didn’t even noticed her presence. She took in the way he was on the verge of a panic attack and the room was a mess. So she softly padded to him and kneeled beside him, which startled him and he sat right up trying to dry his face as best as he could.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, I’m here now” she said cupping his face softly and he leaned in, pulling her right to his chest, trying to use her as a way to ground himself.

They don’t know how much time it took him to collect himself and breath again normally, still letting out a few hiccups and sniffles, but that didn’t stop her from cooing at him softly and scratch at his scalp just the way he liked. They stood there just holding onto each other in silence as he calmed down a bit more, until Peter was leaning away to face her. She started caressing his cheek softly.

“I’m sorry”

“Shh, don’t, it’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong, baby, why don’t you go to your bathroom and take a warm shower, huh? I’ll make you some tea while you’re in there, okay?” Y/N asked searching his eyes and he nodded, sighing softly “good, baby, now go”

She got up and offered her hands to him, and he took it getting up, heading straight to the bathroom. Y/N ran around the room to put all his notes and books away neatly, getting his bed ready for him to lay and to be cozy. Then she went to the kitchen and made him a calming tea, when she got back, she heard him sobbing inside the bathroom and placed his tea on the first place she could, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Pete? It’s me, baby, open up for me” she tried as softly as she could, trying to hide her panic away as best as she could “please, baby, just want to hold you”

And then she heard a little click, which meant the door was now unlocked, and she just pushed it open as soon as she was able. He was sitting beside the door, looking completely lost and seeming to not being able to breath properly. So Y/N kneeled down again and cupped his face softly.

“Hey, Peter, it’s okay, everything’s fine, I’m here with you, baby, and I’m not leaving you again, okay?” she asked caressing his face softly and she believes she saw him nodding very subtly, his eyes wide “okay, breath with me, angel, yeah?” she offered exaggerating her motions on purpose, so he could follow it easily, and he did “that’s it, you’re doing so good, baby, so good for me”

They kept on with that for a while, until she saw him shivering from the cold tiles on the bathroom wall “you should go to bed” was he managed to say.

“Don’t worry about me, I wasn’t asleep anyway” she gave him a soft smile, placing a kiss on his forehead “let’s get you to change into something and go to bed, okay?”

She knew he showered for the amazing smell on his bathroom and the foggy mirror. So Y/N helped him stand on his own pace, giving him a boxer and sweatpants so he could change, turning around for some privacy, until she felt him leaning into her and tugging her closer. She coaxed him into drinking a bit of the tea to calm him down a bit and convinced him to lay down on his mattress, tucking him in.

“You should get back into bed”

“I’m not leaving you, Pete, do you want me to sleep here? I can bring the pillows and sleep on the floor to give you some spa-“

“No, sleep with me on the bed” he cut her off a lot more confident than he was before, but since he was still Peter, he added a soft ‘please’ in the end.

“Of course” she said before plopping down beside him as he pulled her to his chest.

They’ve been here before, through the whole thing. And she was always the best medicine to calm him down, it was just her soft touches and little encouragements that kept him going. He felt a little helpless for needing her so much and tears started prickling in his eyes all over again, but before he could go through the whole process again, she cupped his cheek and leaned in, their lips barely touching and he felt the air leaving his lungs for a very different reason. His gaze fell to her rosy lips as she kept on staring at his eyes to see if something changed on his mindset.

“I want to try something” it was barely above a whisper but he heard her clearly “I’ve read somewhere it helps to keep your mind a away and clear your thoughts so... can I kiss you, Pete?” she added softly and all he could do was nod.

She then brought her lips to his in a tender and sweet kiss, making their eyes flutter shut as she kept on rubbing soft circles on his cheek with her thumb. And it was just like his first kiss over again. Her soft lips pressing into his, butterflies having a wild party on his stomach, and fireworks everywhere, and suddenly, she was all he could think about and all he could sense, so he pushed his shy side a bit and brought her closer, kissing her more surely and more firmly. But after a short while, she pulled back for air, but not before placing a quick peck on his pouting lips.

“It works” was all he mumbled and she let out a soft giggle and he hummed in response, felling a bit airy.

“Good to know” she said pushing his curls back “I love you too much to see you hurting, baby”

“I love you too” was his response and she smiled at him as they fell into an easy conversation.

And he suddenly felt exhausted, letting out a long yawn and she gave him a knowing look.

“I know, I guess I should sleep”

“You do” she said playing with his wild curls “and so do I”

“Mhmm” was all he said “about-“

“Shh, we’ll talk in the morning, huh, after class” he noticed how she avoided the test thing and he was grateful, pressing a kiss to her forehead and laying on her chest as she kept on petting his hair.

“Goodnight, angel”

“Night, Peter” she answered and he blacked out, exhaustion due to the events taking over his body.

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Waking up was a bit harder than usual, but still, easier than he expected. After last night’s events he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get up, but he did anyway. And he was still feeling a bit insecure, but somehow Y/N managed to get in his head and make him feel like maybe he was capable of doing this test. Speaking of Y/N, Peter felt incredibly warm waking up wrapped up in her, with her smell clouding his senses a bit and that was what made him get up a little bit more excited than usual. His lips still tingled from the simple kiss she gave him last night and he had a stupid grin plastered on his face

He carefully pealed himself from her grasp and managed to make her cuddle to his pillow instead, so he went to the kitchen to grab some coffee and came back with his mug as silently as he could to change. He thought he was doing pretty well when he was buttoning up his jeans, still shirtless when he heard a faint sigh, making him turn around immediately, only to find Y/N smiling sleepily at him wrapped in his blanket. She knuckled at her eyes and outstretched a hand for him to take, and he did it automatically, stepping closer to her like a magnet. She held his hand and place on the back of it a sweet kiss before lacing their fingers

“Just a good luck kiss” she mumbled with a heavy sleep voice and he couldn’t hold back a little chuckle.

“Thank you” Peter replied, sitting at the edge of the bed beside her, running his free hand through his hair, watching her eyes flutter shut “go back to sleep, angel, it’s too early and you’re free to sleep in”

“I will, I just wanted to say good morning first and wish you good luck”

And with that, Peter’s smile could light up the whole building as his heart swelled twice as big “well, good morning” he said leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead “I gotta go, but I’ll come back for lunch, okay?”

“Mhmm” she murmured as she wrapped her fingers on the necklace around his neck, holing him closer to her, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and looking up at him with big doe eyes “good luck, Pete”

He nodded at her, unable to form a proper sentence as his heart stammered on his chest. He got up and reached for his stuff to leave, but before he could, he heard Y/N calling for him with a little giggle, so he turned around looking at her, silently asking her what’s wrong.

“I know your hot, Pete, but I’d rather have this view all to myself, even though it’s selfish, but do you mind putting on a shirt before leaving?” she asked between little giggles and he blushed, grabbing the first hoodie he saw to throw over his head as he mumbled a quick “sorry” and leaving the room.

When he clicked the door closed, he heard her mumbling something and still giggling a bit, making a smile appear on his face as he left for the test.

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Peter left the test with his chest finally feeling light, he felt happy and finally free from the stress that was consuming him. Eager to go back home and find his girl, even though she has no idea of it, still laying lazily on his bed or maybe cooking lunch with Raul, cause the dude couldn’t even boil water. He just wanted to kiss her face and thank her for calming him down for the night and the test, he was just so damn happy. He opened the door to his apartment, only to hear noises coming from the kitchen and music playing softly at the background. And he swear he’s not the type to eavesdrop, but when he hear Raul saying his name he couldn’t help it.

“So you kissed Peter? Out of nowhere?! Wasn’t that a bad idea? With the whole situation you got with him and feelings?” Raul asked and Peter started panicking, did she know he liked her? Or fell for her?!

“I mean, maybe” Peter could literally see her shrugging “but I-, he was just-, I was scared, okay? I’ve never seen him like that before! You would’ve done the same if you were on my shoes, hell, you were the one who told about kissing helps when you’re spiraling, you read the damn article!”

“I know, I just didn’t expect you to do it, specially with him!”

“Why wouldn’t I do it? Raul, seeing him like that broke me, I love Peter with my whole heart, I-, I just wanted to help him, that’s my job as his friend, and if kissing him helps, than I’d do it again”

“Sorry, I-, I just got worried this would make things weird” Raul sighed.

“Of course not, at least it didn’t seem like it did, he’s my best friend, Raul, there are no romantic feelings involved”

“Sure... Shawn’s coming home in a week”

“Oh that’s awesome, I miss him”

“Of course you do, you miss everyone but me”

“Oh, shut up, Raul”

And that was harder to listen than to have a knife in your heart. Peter couldn’t help dropping his backpack to the floor still a bit numb with the whole conversation. Which made Y/N come out of the kitchen, still in his hoodie, holding a pan.

“Oh, great, you’re home!” Y/N greeted him cheerfully and he just gave her a small smile.

“Is it Peter?” Raul called from the kitchen.

“Yeah” she came closer to him with a smile on her face “how was the test, Pete?”

It took him a while to respond, his heart feeling heavy “It was fine”

“Was it really? You seem a bit off” she said gently pressing a delicate hand to his forehead to check his temperature “are you feeling okay?”

“Hey, Peter, Shawn called to say he’s coming home for a few days” Raul finally came into view but quickly a frown formed on his face “what’s wrong? are you feeling sick?”

“I’m fine, guys” Peter said leaning away from Y/N’s hand and he saw a bit of hurt grace her features, but it quickly faded “just a bit tired, that’s all, the test went great, Y/N, thank you, I’m just going to lay down for a while, okay?”

He felt bad seeing a little pout forming on her lips, guilt almost, he didn’t have a good reason to push her away. It was not her fault he felt miserable, she didn’t lead him to anything, she was just being her caring and completely oblivious self. It wasn’t fair but Peter couldn’t help it.

“Okay, hmm we’re doing your favorite dish to cheer you up a bit, I’ll call you when it’s done, okay?” she asked taking a step back and he nodded.

“Thanks” was all he said before getting his stuff and going to his room.

He laid down on his bed, still smelling her perfume on his sheets, but decided to ignore and let the sleepiness that was already there take him to dreamland. He didn’t even noticed that time went by until he felt someone lightly shaking his shoulder and he opened his eyes, only to be met with his brother.

“Hey, Peter, lunch is ready”

“Oh sorry, didn’t notice I fell asleep”

“It’s okay, hmm-, are you really just tired?”

“Yeah, just tired”

“So there’s nothing to do with the fact that you listened to me and Y/N talking about yesterday?”

“How did you-?”

“I saw you standing there after a few seconds into the conversation, but she didn’t”

“Oh... yeah, sorry”

“It’s okay, but if it made you feel this miserable to push her away not so subtly to the point where she’s literally beating herself up for thinking she did something wrong, just maybe you should talk to her”

“And tell her what? That I love her? She would laugh at me”

“Oh, Peter, this is Y/N we’re talking about, she’d never laugh at you, she loves you endlessly, and when everything thought you were weird for never kissing anyone, she called out everyone for being ridiculous and ran after you and even kissed you”

“I know, it’s just hard”

“I know, but try talking to her, you’d be surprised”

“Okay”

“Let’s go eat, she really outdid herself, trying to impress you”

“Oh”

“Yeah, now come on, Peter” Raul said patting his shoulder and Peter was grateful, he know Raul’s not the most sensitive guy on the outside, but he’s thankful that he’s always trying his best to understand Peter’s pout of view.

They went to the kitchen, only to find the table set beautifully with a really amazing smelling pasta on the center. Y/N was just coming back with a bottle of whine and a few glasses.

“Oh, hi” she offered him her softest smile “are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah, thank you” was all he answered and she nodded.

They ate in a bit of an awkward silence, with Raul and Y/N sometimes trying to make conversation but Peter was just too much in his head, so they didn’t pressure him, instead, just keeping it quiet so he would have space. After lunch they took the stuff back to the kitchen and she started with the dishes as Peter helped her, but Raul had to leave to pick up his phone, leaving them both alone.

“So...”

“I’m-, I think we need to talk” Peter sighed and she bit her lower lip nodding.

“Sure, I just have somethings to do cause I thought you would want some space, but I can come back as soon as I’m done”

“Oh, okay, is it like soon?”

“Ah bit, Brad’s in town and he called when you were asleep cause he needed someone to talk to, and I told him I’d be free after lunch”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t know you were close friends”

“We’re not that close” she answered finishing up washing as Peter dried.

“You used to be”

“Not really”

“Weren’t you two like a thing?”

“Kind of, nothing serious though, but that was back in high school”

“Didn’t know you still talked to him, that’s all, sorry”

“No need to apologize, I was a bit surprised, but apparently he just needs a friend right now”

“Yeah, he’s lucky to have you” he replied finally looking up at her and she just shrugged.

“I’ll come back soon, okay? Right now I need to go and change to meet him”

“Okay”

“Bye, Peter” she said walking away already ready to leave, and even though he wanted to ask her to stay, he wouldn’t be selfish, so he let her go one more time, and hopefully the last one.

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Later that day, Raul left to meet up with some friends and Peter was losing hope that Y/N was actually going to come back to talk, it was almost 7PM when he heard a knock on the front door. He spent the whole day doing nothing, waiting for her so that they could talk and feeling a bit nervous, but when he opened the door he calmed down a bit. She had a backpack on her shoulder and was rocking sweatpants and a T-shirt. Peter let her in and she got in, so he took her stuff to his bedroom as she sat down on the living room waiting for him, with her shoes already beside the couch, she hated wearing them at home.

“How were things with Brad?”

“He’s better now, he got into a huge fight with his sister because of his girlfriend and he was a little lost on what to do” Y/N answered as they sat side to side awkwardly on the couch.

“Oh, family drama, I feel bad for him”

“Yeah, me too, but let’s forget about him, huh? How are you?”

“Me? I’m fine”

“Pete-, you didn’t seem fine and I’m really sorry about the kiss, maybe it was a bad timing and I shouldn’t have done it, I didn’t want thinks to get weird, I know we’re just friends, and I don’t know if it was it or something else that threw you off, I’m just so sorry, I hate when you’re mad or upset with me, and-“

“Hey hey, no, stop” Peter cut her off as he gently cupped her face “it’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re fantastic and helped me so much yesterday, I’m the one who shouldn’t have snapped at you for no reason, and I’m sorry”

“But I-“

“Not your fault, I’m not mad or upset at you, only at myself if I’m honest”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, one hundred percent”

“So we’re fine?”

“Perfectly fine”

“Oh, thank God” Y/N said throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him in for hug, which took him a bit by surprise, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist “I was so worried about you all day, couldn’t focus on anything else”

“I’m sorry” he mumbled into her hair.

“No, shush, it’s okay, want to order some pizza and watch a movie? I don’t have anything tomorrow, so I don’t have time to head home”

“Or you could just spend the night here”

“Again? Aren’t you tired of me yet?”

“That’ll never happen”

“I can be pretty annoying, Peter” she said letting go of him so sit back on her knees.

“That’s not true, you’re perfect”

“And you’re too sweet for your own good” she said bopping  his nose which made him chuckle.

“So that means you’ll stay?”

“Only if I pay for the pizza, is only fair”

“But you made lunch!”

“Raul helped me and it was with the stuff on your kitchen”

“Come on, let me make it up to you by buying you some pizza”

“Nope, you don’t have to make up to me, we’re fine, remember?”

“Yeah, fine”

“Good, now pick a movie” she said before grabbing her phone to order in.

Peter turned on the TV and Raul’s words kept swimming on his thoughts as he rummaged  through the options, choosing a particular romcom Y/N liked very much automatically. She then finished the order and locked her phone, hugging her legs close to her chest as she looked up at the tv, but he robotically held her ankle and placed her feet on his lap. And this is exactly why he ignored many opportunities they had throughout their years of friendship to tell her how much he loved her. He didn’t want this to change, this comfortable and familiar, almost domestic routine they had whenever they’re together. He’d rather never have her as anything other than a friend than losing her.

But something about Raul telling him to talk to her, encouraging him to profess his feelings set him off. Raul is never the one to tell someone to just talk feelings without a reason, he’d never directly tell someone how they should live their lives, that’s just Raul. He said it like this was going to be for the best, but Peter just didn’t see how this could be better than what they had. It didn’t make sense. So that’s why he was most likely going to let this opportunity sleep from his fingers one more time, but what he wasn’t counting on was Y/N, being the little observant thing she was noticing there was still something bothering him. So when she confronted him about it, it took him by surprise.

“Why are you lying to me?” she asked out of the blue, making him turn his face to her, only to notice she’d been staring at him the whole time.

“What?!”

“Peter, I know you like the back of my hand, what on earth is going on? You know you can tell me anything”

“I wish I could” he mumbled under his breath but she heard it nonetheless.

“No, no, no, you know you can, come on, it’s just me” she said pulling her feet away from his lap and kneeling beside him on the couch, sitting down on her knees “talk to me, Peter, what’s bothering you?”

And he had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath. She noticed he was struggling and placed her hand delicately on his shoulder, squeezing it softly, and starting to rub soothing circles.

“It’s just about what you were talking to Raul when I arrived”

“About Shawn? You know you don’t have to be jealous, I know he doesn’t like to share cuddles, but we can manage it, I didn’t know it bothered you that much”

“It’s not that, well, I didn’t see it that way, but now I do and it’s not great, don’t like to share your cuddles either”

“Then what is- oh!” he could literally see the puzzles fitting on her pretty little head “oh, God, I’m so sorry, I never meant it to be awkward, that’s why I never brought it up”

“So you knew all along?”

“Yeah, for years now”

“And you didn’t- you didn’t push me away?”

“Of course not, that would only hurt us even more, it was already a sensitive topic for me”

And with that he felt a bit better that if she didn’t push him away knowing it all the time, then she wouldn’t now. But at the same time it hurt, that she knew and acted normally, being her touchy self even though knowing he was in love with her. It was a soft way of rejecting him, and it could be worse, but still hurt.

“Yeah, I can understand why”

“Is that why you pushed me away? I know it was a bit to take in, but I didn’t want things to change” she said and he’s not sure he got it.

“Well yeah, it’s not nice hearing that”

“Oh” he could literally see the tears forming on Y/N’s eyes and he suddenly wanted to punch himself to make her sad.

“Shit, don’t cry, angel, it’s okay now, we’re okay, yeah?” he said cupping her face gently and catching the first tear before it could go very far “you’re not going to change our dynamics, we’re happy like this, right?”

“Mhmm” was all she mumbled between a few sobs, a way to hold back her urge to cry and if Peter was confused before, this was all getting worse.

“Why are you crying, hun? I’m the one who should be sad”

“How is that? I don’t get it, Pete, is it that bad that I’m in love with you?” she said it with a little whimper and his heart stopped. Literally stopped.

He just sat there with wide eyes as confusion mixtures with sadness on her eyes. She wrapped her fingers gently around his wrist and took his hands away from her face.

“I’m sorry for saying it out loud” she managed to get out “I think I should go” but before she could slip off the couch, Peter grabbed her hand “it’s okay, Peter, I’ll be fine”

“No, wait, you got it all wrong”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t, you said it’s not nice hearing that I like you, so yeah, that hurts”

“What?! No! Baby, please let me explain, please” and even though she was hurting, she could never say no to him, so she just sighed and sat back down.

“Alright”

“Thank you” he said taking a deep breath “I was trying to tell you that I was feeling a bit down today because I heard your talk with Raul, and I’m sorry about that, I know that’s wrong, it’s just when I heard my name I couldn’t help it”

“It’s okay” she whispered trying to stop the tears from falling.

“No, it’s not, ‘cause it caused us all this mess and I made you cry ‘cause I can’t seem to simply tell you, for years now, that I’m so in love with you it hurts, and it was awful, hearing from you that you kissed me and that’s just because we’re friends”

“You what?!”

“I know, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner”

“Oh no, Pete, you got it all wrong, I was trying to convince myself that we’re just friends, because I was so sure you didn’t like me like that” Y/N said rubbing her face with her palms to get the tears dried “we’re so damn stupid”

“I can’t believe you fell for me” Peter said trying to hold back a boyish grin from blossoming on his lips “you’re too good for me”

“Shut up, you’re perfect, it was hard not to fall for you” she said and Peter just pulled her into a tight hug “it was always you, Pete”

With that, he kept her tight in his arms as if he didn’t believe this was all real and that he wasn’t going to wake up from this dream. She didn’t seem to mind, not making any effort to pull away, just buried herself deeper in his embrace. But after a while, she pulled away just bit, cupping his face gently as his hands found home on her waist.

“What?” was Peter mumbled.

“Nothing, I- what’s going on on that pretty head of yours?” she gently asked, pushing his curls back softly only to start playing with them.

“I just can’t believe this is real and that this isn’t a dream”

“I hope it’s real, and if it’s a dream, I really don’t want to wake up” she answered and leaned her forehead on his.

Peter’s breath got caught on his throat, and before he could say a word, she leaned in completely pressing her lips to his tentatively making his mind go blank. But before she could pull back and completely regret her impulsive decision, one of his hands trailed up to the back of her neck to keep her head in place as he kissed her back. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, as if to make sure this was really happening. However, when he pulled her a bit closer and she let out a little whimper, they were both gone.

He swiped his tongue on her bottom lip and she quickly opened her mouth to him, automatically deepening the kiss and letting all those butterflies lose. And even thought this was more urgent, it was still Y/N’s Peter, só he was gentle and respectful all the time, hesitantly moving his hands and constantly looking for her consent in the subtlest gestures. Unfortunately they needed air, so they had to pull back eventually, but she kept mere inches apart, with their breaths mixing a bit and they both couldn’t help a huge smile appearing on their features.

“I guess this felt too real to be a part of my imagination” he said lowly as Y/N chuckled.

“Yeah, even though I have thought about our first kiss few too many times to be honest”

“Really?!”

“Of course, I always had a crush on you”

“Even back then?!”

“Sure, kissing you just worsened it, I was crazy about you, Raul wanted to tape my mouth”

“Why?”

“Cause he couldn’t stand me just gushing about his baby bro and not acting on it”

“Yeah, he did the same to me for years”

“He’s a little shit”

“He really is... was I bad?”

“What?”

“Back then, the kiss... was it bad?”

“Oh, Pete” Y/N giggled “of course not, if it was, I wouldn’t be dreaming about kissing you again, silly”

“You have?”

“Yes”

“Well, now you can... you know, it you wan-“ Peter was cut off by her lips colliding with his one more time, this time a bit more urgent and less innocent.

Well, to say Peter was finally happy was and understatement, he was over the moon.

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[queenmendes]

laughs, kisses, & tears

Part 2 of Successful!

I hope y’all enjoy this little blurb! Wow I actually finished something and am posting it? Who would’ve thought?? P.S that little eyebrow twitch and smirk in this gif had me dead

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It’s no secret that Shawn loves to spoil you, despite how much you’ve protested. Not a week goes by where there hasn’t been a fresh bouquet of elegant flowers brought to your office or littering your shared condo. Half of your closet is made of new outfits Shawn had picked out for surprise date nights. You can't even count the amount of jewelry he has given you, despite telling him you don’t need it all, but according to him “you need to look pretty for all those business meetings”. Shawn loves to spoil you, but now it’s your time to spoil him.

Sadly, there has not been time for the two of you like you’d hope. With him finishing his tour and then award season coming right behind. Once he was home, he dedicated all his time to helping you with the last details of your company before the launching. But now, everything's in place. Shawn is home full-time and working in the studio downtown while the company has been climbing the chain and doing great. Which is why you’ve planned a weekend away from the two of you.

It’s your time to spoil your boy for once.

Shawn’s back was to you as you entered the condo. His tall figure sitting in front of the beautiful, black piano; a soft melody filling your ears. His hands effortlessly danced across the keys and they didn’t stop as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your nose into his hair.  

“Hi baby.” The music stopped as he turned around on the binch, resting his hands on your hips. “You’re home from work very early.” He says, pulling you into his lap.

“I didn’t go in to work today.” You confessed and smiled as his head tilted like a confused puppy. “I was picking up a few things for this weekend.”

“This weekend?” Shawn was silently panicking, thinking he forgot an important anniversary or event.

“This weekend, you and me in my family’s cabin. I have a few surprises for you.” You grinned, excited for the weekend you had planned.

“Oh baby, you didn’t hav-” You cut Shawn off by planting a soft kiss on his lips, silencing his words.

“You are always spoiling me. It’s my turn to spoil you. Besides, I already packed our bags and got the stuff to make all your favorite foods and a few small things that you deserve. So, if you don’t mind, please get your cute butt downstairs and in the car.” Shawn smiled and placed another kiss on your lips before grabbing his keys from on top of the piano.

The three hour drive to the cabin was peaceful. Shawn’s hand was holding yours the entire time and you’ve been singing Disney and Broadway songs the whole way. It didn't seem like a long drive at all and before you knew it, the beautiful wooden house was in your view.

The two of you quickly unloaded the Jeep and brought everything into the toasty warm house. You looked over and smiled as you saw the fireplace cracking away and fresh blankets laying around. Quickly, the two of you put the few groceries up.

“God, I love your parents.” Shawn said, looking at the lively cabin, knowing who got the place all together. “But I love you more.” Shawn whispered in your ear, pushing his body up against yours; his lips finding their way down your neck, to your collarbone. A soft moan escaping you as your head leans back on his shoulder.

“Show me how much you love me.” You all but beg.

“Yes ma’am.” and god, did he show you.

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Your eyes fluttered open to see Shawn’s arm wrapped around your middle, his large hand resting on your stomach as he pressed your back against his chest. Carefully, you moved his arm away from you and wiggled out of bed and slipped on a pair of panties and Shawn’s hoodie before making your way into the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner. Deciding to grab all the ingredients to make steak with loaded potatoes and ceasar salad, which was the first meal you ever cooked for Shawn.

You were in the middle of placing the potatoes into the oven when you heard shuffling down the hall. Shawn’s tall figure came into your sight as you closed the oven door and placed the seasoned steak into a skillet.

“Hi love.” You greeted him as his arms went around your waist. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm. I got cold without you though.” He lightly presses a few kisses to your cheeks. “Whatcha making?” He asked as you flipped the steaks over.

“Steak, with loaded potatoes and salad.” You answered, focused on the cooking food in front of you. He moaned in delight at the smell before walking to the fridge.

“Do you want any wine, honey?” He asked, taking the bottle of red out of the fridge. You pause for a moment.

“No thank you.” Shawn nodded, knowing sometimes you just don’t want to drink. Soon, the steaks were cooked to your preference and the potatoes out of the oven. As you were tossing the salad, Shawn helped plate the food and take it over to the small table. The two of you dug into the meal, a calm and comfortable silence between the two of you; with Shawn praising your cooking every other bite.

“So why the sudden trip babe?” Shawn asked as he finished off the last of his food. You smile over at him.

“I can’t spoil my man?” You teased, grabbing his hand. “Baby, you have supported me through everything and never failed to spoil me with what I need to make it through, despite how much I’ve told you to stop. I finally am in a place where I can give back to you because you deserve it.”

“I love you, and I would do everything all over again for you.” He whispered, kissing your hand. “And I will never stop spoiling you.” He teased.

“Speaking of…” You ran into the other room, grabbing the wrapped box. Shawn gave you a pointed look as you placed it on the coffee table, rushing over to pull him on the couch. “I got you something, to just show how much I love you and how proud I am of you finishing your tour like a champ. Now open it!” You were anxious, hoping he liked it as much as you wish he would.

Shawn couldn’t help but gasp lightly in surprise at the guitar that laid in the box. A 1969 Fender Stratocaster sat in perfect condition before his eyes, one that he knew all too well from how often he researched it as a teenager. It was the guitar that Jimi Hendrix played.

“Baby…” Shawn’s fingers traced over the strings. “How?”

“The museum in Seattle was having a charity auction, and this was the top item. I’ve had a few of my people’s eyes out for it for a while now and when they announced that it was being sold, I made a good offer.” You explained, scooting closer to him. “I remember you saying how much you would love to play just one song on this guitar and now, you can play as many as you choose.” Shawn’s lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, one hand on the side of your neck and the other tangled in your hair.

“I told you that when I was 16?” Shawn whispered against your lips as he pulled away. You laugh lightly.

“Trust me, I remember everything about you Shawn Peter Raul Mendes.” You said, kissing his lips once more. “But there’s more. Look on the back.” Shawn looked confused but excited as he gently flipped the guitar over, seeing a note on the back.

I hope you hold our little one as gently as this guitar!

Right underneath was a small ultrasound photo, pointing out a small, almost unnoticeable dot. Shawn swears he stopped breathing as he stared at the photo and note. Your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as you watched him in silence, letting him take it in and process.

“Really?” Shawn’s head turned towards you, his eyes teary. “You’re really pregnant? Like my baby is in your tummy?” His eyes darted down to your stomach.

“Yeah, your baby is in my tummy.” You lightly laugh at his goofiness as tears form in your eyes. Shawn’s lip wobbled as he pulled you onto his lap, hugging you close. The two of you sharing more laughs, kisses and tears as you celebrate the new bundle of joy to come.

[wholesomemendes]

Meet The Parents

Mendes Triplets Au (Peter Mendes)

Summary: After a small slip up at the Mendes’ family dinner one night, Peter decides it’s about time that he brought you home to his parents.

Author’s Note: This is part of the Your Teddy Bear universe (the fic is linked here) but it can also be read on it’s own. You might appreciate some of the time stamps and wording better if you have read my other fic already, but it is still adorable and fluffy if you didn’t read it and it will still make sense. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did rereading it and as always please leave me some feedback, I love hearing what you guys have to say!

The mouthwatering smell of dinner filled the home of the Mendes family, the six of them all taking their respective seats at the kitchen table. The triplets had all decided that it was time they came home from college for a weekend, all of them wanting to watch another one of Aaliyah’s hockey games and have their mother’s home cooked meals.

“So Shawn, how are things going with Ellie?” Shawn’s face lit up at the thought of his girlfriend and he swallowed his food before responding to his mother.

“Absolutely amazing. We finally went out to dinner this week because with my hockey practices and her work schedule, and school of course, it’s been really hard to get together. But I mean it always gets tricky around hockey season and we both know it, it’s been over a year which is crazy. She’s incredible though and things are going really well.”

“That’s great to hear. Why don’t you bring her up for dinner soon? We haven’t seen her in forever,” their mother beamed, their father sharing an approving look next to her.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her, I’d bet she’d love that,” Shawn replies, not even thinking before he’s nudging his brother that’s seated next to him, “Peter, you should bring Y/n, too.”

The once energy filled room turned silent, both of their parents' mouths hung wide open while Aaliyah looked at the youngest triplet skeptically. Suddenly incredibly interested in his food, Peter began pushing the meat on his plate around, head dropping to hide the nervous blush on his cheeks.

“Um, Peter is um,” Karen cleared her throat, trying to find the right words when she knew her son was panicking on the inside, “Is this Y/n your, um, your girlfriend?”

Peter’s face burned brighter at his mother’s words. “Shit dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about it,” Shawn whispered, guilt eating him up inside over exposing his brother’s relationship.

“It’s ok,” Peter whispered before lifting his head up to meet his parents' confused stares. “Yeah, um, she’s my girlfriend. But it’s only been like 4 months so…”

“4 months?!”

“Karen, let the poor boy talk,” Manny sighed, noticing the anxious look in Peter’s eyes.

“Damn, Pete. I’ve never even seen you talk to a girl.”

“Aaliyah, stop. Now how about you tell us a little about her, son.”

“Oh um,” Peter cleared his throat, running his sweaty palms along his jean covered thighs, “Well she’s really nice and extremely beautiful. Um, she’s funny, too. I don’t really-I don’t really know what else to say.” He let out a nervous chuckle, heart racing inside of his chest.

“I think it’s wonderful that you have a girlfriend, Peter,” his mother told him softly, heart bursting with joy that her bashful son had found someone of his own, “How did the two of you meet?”

If it was possible for Peter’s cheeks to get any redder, they would have as he mumbled out his response, “At a party.”

Aaliyah scoffed at her brother’s response, “He’s making this up. There’s no way she’s real.”

“Aaliyah!”

“What? You’re trying to tell me that first, Peter, PETER, goes to a party? Since when does that happen? And then second of all, he talks to a girl there? So in one night he managed to not only go to a party, but also score a girlfriend? I find that hard to believe.”

“I didn’t want to go to the party, Raul and Shawn dragged me there,” Peter muttered, “Besides, she approached me, it wasn’t like I went up to her.”

“See, I don’t believe that either.”

“He’s telling the truth,” Raul chimed in, swallowing a large piece of steak before continuing, “She’s hot, too. Unlike all the nerds in his classes.”

“Raul, be nice,” his mother warns, sending a disapproving mom glance his way causing him to raise his hands up in surrender. “Well, Peter I think I speak for all of us when we say we’d love to meet her. That is if you feel comfortable with it.”

“I’ll talk to her, it’s just- I don’t want her to be uncomfortable at all. We haven’t talked about meeting each other’s parents yet and it’s the most serious relationship I’ve ever been in, I don’t want to mess anything up. Especially not with her.”

“We understand. No pressure at all, just talk to her.” Peter nods with a small smile on his face, relieved when his father begins to ask Raul about his love life.

“You know, nothing serious right now, just a couple dates here and there.”

“There’s really no one you’re interested in right now?”

“Oh, I’m interested in a lot of girls right now, but I doubt anything serious will come out of it. I’m just not really looking for a relationship at the moment.”

Aaliyah lets out a little snort of laughter at Raul’s words, “Stay safe. I’m not ready to be an aunt yet.”

“Aaliyah!” _______________

The commotion from the rest of the family in the living room could be heard from the kitchen where Peter and his mother were cleaning up dinner. Peter had always been a momma’s boy, so it was no surprise when he offered to help her with the dishes. “So, do you want to tell me more about this girlfriend of yours?”

Karen watches as her son turns a bright shade of pink, but also doesn’t miss the hint of something other than nerves in his eyes. “I, um, what do you want to know?”

She places a comforting hand on his upper back, knowing the wheels are spinning inside of that intelligent head of his, “Whatever you want to tell me. Or if you don’t want to tell me anything at all that’s ok, too.”

“Well, she’s so different than me, Mom.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, no not at all,” he smiles at the thought of his girlfriend, knowing that she’s probably munching on some random takeout she ordered while watching netflix as he speaks, “She’s extremely outgoing and is really well known around school, but not in a bad way. She’s just so social that everyone seems to know her. Her personality just evens me out, you know? Like she helps me get out of my comfort zone sometimes, little by little, and she’s always there next to me every step of the way. And she has this soft side that I’ve only seen her use around me. It makes me feel special, Mom. No girl has ever thought of me as anything other than Shawn and Raul’s brother. Then she comes around, takes one look at me and starts a full on conversation with me. And I’ll be honest I had a secret crush on her before we had even met, but how could I not? She’s just-she’s incredible, I don’t know.” He shakes his head with that lovesick grin on his face, Karen’s heart growing over how fondly her boy was talking about this girl that was obviously incredibly important in his life.

“Have you told her yet?” she asks cautiously, not wanting to overstep if he hadn’t even admitted it to himself.

“Told her what?”

“That you love her?”

“Oh, um, yeah actually. Just last week.” Karen’s smile grows even wider as she brings Peter into her arms, his head automatically coming to rest in the crook over her neck.

“Peter, I’m so happy for you. You know I would love to meet her, but if you don’t think either of you are ready for that, that’s perfectly fine, too.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he sighed, melting more into his mother’s embrace even though he towered over her by at least half a foot. “I’ll talk to her about it, but I’m scared. I’ve never brought a girl home before and I don’t want to do anything stupid.”

“You brought a girl home for dinner before? Oh what was her name, was it Jasmine?”

Peter groaned, releasing his mother from his grasp, “I was only a sophomore in high school, that doesn’t count. Besides, we only dated for like 2 months or something, I don’t even think it was that long.”

“Still, you have nothing to worry about, I’m sure she’d love to come,” Karen assured him as she placed a light kiss to his cheek before turning back to the dishes.

“I know, it’s just, I love her. I’ve never loved anyone like this before and it’s frightening. For one of the first times in my life I don’t know what to do and I can’t come up with a logical answer behind it.”

“You’ve gotta stop thinking with that brilliant head of yours and start thinking with this-” she stabs his chest lightly with the tip of her finger- “This is what will get you far with that girl, ok? You’ve got the kindest heart of anyone I know, Peter, and I have a feeling Y/n sees that, too. Just talk to her and if it helps, invite her over when Shawn brings Ellie, maybe it’d make her feel better. But talk to her, see what she needs.”

“Ok I will. I love you Mom, thank you.”

“I love you, too Peter, but it seems like I’ve got to share your love with someone else now. And I couldn’t be happier about it.” _______________

“What are you doing next weekend?” You look over at Peter from where you were finishing your nightly routine in the bathroom, seeing him staring up at you with hopeful eyes while laying on his bed.

“I don’t know, I don’t think anything. Why, what’s up?” you asked as you shut the light off in the bathroom before making your way towards your handsome boyfriend. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you turned to face him, running your fingers through his hair enough to make him lean into your touch. “It’s nothing, I mean it’s something, but it’s not that big of a deal, unless you think it’s a big deal then I guess…”

“Peter,” you chuckled, watching his frightened eyes look up at you, “Take a deep breath. There’s no need to worry, you can talk to me about anything.”

“I know, it’s just…” he paused, not knowing how to actually bring it up. He wondered how pathetic you would think he was when you found out he was worrying himself over asking you to meet his parents, “It’s just, my parents want to meet you.”

“Oh, they do?” You’d be lying if you said your heart rate didn’t increase a little bit at his words. You obviously had met a boyfriend’s parents before, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking, especially because this was Peter’s parents you were talking about, the people who gave birth to the only person you had ever proclaimed your love to outside of your family. You may have won over the hearts of his brothers, but if you didn’t win over the hearts of his parents as well, you didn’t know what you’d do.

“Yeah, um, Shawn might have accidentally brought you up when we visited them two weeks ago and they seemed really excited to meet you. My mom especially, she invited you to dinner right after hearing about you. If you don’t want to go it’s fine, I don’t know if it’s too early or anything but…”

You shut his ramble up with a kiss on his lips, hovering over his body slightly to reach him. “I’d love to meet your parents bubs,” you mumbled against his lips, watching a wide grin form on his face when you pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You could feel his heart beating frantically under his t-shirt and you knew that even though your heart was beating equally as fast, you had to be the calm one in the relationship unless you wanted him to have a heart attack. Swinging a leg over his body, you straddled his waist, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. A smirk formed on your face as you leaned in to place a string of gentle kisses onto the base of his collarbones leading up to his jaw, wanting nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend, who looked especially hot in his grey sweatpants tonight, rather than worrying about screwing everything up with his parents.

“Mom said, um,” Peter’s words were caught in his throat as his brain began to fog up from the way your lips felt on him, his breathing beginning to quicken for a completely different reason then before, “She said you can, you can come to dinner with Shawn’s girlfriend if you-shit- if you don’t want to go alone.”

“I’m a big girl, I can go alone,” you muttered into his neck, beginning to suck hard enough on the soft skin on his neck that you knew it would leave a mark in the morning. His hands that had been basically frozen at his sides all night found purchase on your hips from your actions, a satisfied smirk growing larger on your face as a result. You brought a hand to rest on his chest, feeling his quick heartbeat under your palm while you pulled away from his neck to look into his wide eyes, “Pete, your heart’s racing.”

“Yeah, it kinda does that when I’m around you,” he whispered, averting your gaze in an attempt to hide his blushing cheeks. It was crazy how your mood could go from wanting to kiss every inch of him and leave marks behind in every place, to wanting to hug the shit out of him and squish his cheeks. So that’s exactly what you did. You laid your body on top of his, wrapping your arms around his neck as you inhaled his signature scent, “I love you so much, Peter Mendes.”

Peter wasted no time collecting you in his strong arms, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you. “I love you too, angel. So-” he emphasized each word with a kiss on your head- “so, so much.”

Your heart burst at his words and you cuddled tighter into his warmth, “Let’s talk more in the morning, ok? But there is no doubt in my mind that I want to meet the people that created my favorite person.”

“You’re amazing, how’d I get so lucky?” he mumbled into your hair, “I already know they are going to love you as much as I do.” _______________

“Peter calm down, you’re more nervous than I am,” you laughed, placing your hand on his jittering leg. He averted his eyes quickly from the road to look at you and you could see the fear bubbling inside of them. “Bubs, what’s got you so worried? Do you not think they’ll like me?”

Moving one of his hands from where it was fidgeting against the steering wheel, he placed it over yours on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. “No, that’s not it at all, angel. They’re going to love you so much, there’s no fear in my mind about that. It’s just,” he sighed, squeezing your hand lovingly, “I’ve never taken a girl home before. I mean I did once when I was a sophomore in high school, but it wasn’t anything serious so it doesn’t feel the same. I just don’t know what to expect because I’m really serious about this, about us.”

“I don’t know what to expect either and that’s ok. Everything is going to be fine.” You brought his hand up to your lips and a smile graced his face at your actions. “And Peter...I’m very serious about this, too. I think now was the right time to take the next step for us.”

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes tearing away from the road for a slight moment to look you in the eyes.

“I love you too, bubs.” _______________

“Ok, ok, this is fine. We’re fine.”

“Peter, breathe. It’s going to be-”

“Peter! I’m so glad you made it,” Karen exclaimed, wrapping her son up in her arms. You stayed to the back, not wanting to interrupt their tender mother-son moment. You saw Karen whisper something into your boyfriend’s ear, allowing you to take a deep breath to calm your nerves before they broke apart. When the two separated, she turned to you with a wide smile on her face, “You, my dear, must be Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” You returned the smile immediately, offering a hand for her to shake, but she dodged it completely, choosing to bring you in for a hug just as she did with Peter.

It was strange how comforting it felt to be with her, you had known her for all of one minute and you already felt calmer in her grasp. Must be her special mom talent, “Thank you for having me tonight, Mrs. Mendes.”

“Oh please, no need for formalities. Call me Karen. Now why don’t the two of you come on in, dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” Karen ushered the two of you inside and you were met with one of the most delicious smelling scents you ever had the pleasure of smelling. It was very clear that Peter got his cooking skills from his mother, even if you didn’t know his father’s cooking this scent easily mimicked one you’d find in the boy’s apartment.

“Hey son,” Manny greeted, pulling Peter in for a hug just as his mother did, “When are your brothers getting here?”

“They were right behind us when we were driving down. I assume they’ll be here in a couple minutes.”

“Perfect, just in time for dinner.” His father patted his shoulder lovingly before moving to face you, “Y/n right? I’m Manny, Peter’s father.”

He enveloped you in a hug as well and you could see the loving personality Peter had in both of his parents. “It’s so nice to meet you, thank you for letting me join you for dinner,” you smiled, watching Manny’s eyes crinkle beneath his glasses.

“Of course, I must say we’ve all been looking forward to meeting you. Peter has said some great things about you.”

“Dad…” Peter whined as he came closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, “She doesn’t need to know.”

“Oh stop worrying, like I said, all good things.” With one last smile, Manny left the two of you, choosing to head towards the door where Shawn and Raul had just loudly made themselves known instead.

“Hey, we’re here!” You immediately recognized the voice as Shawn’s and for some reason, knowing that the two other triplets were here brought you a sense of comfort. Suddenly, you felt an arm sling around your shoulders, lightly bringing you into a playful chokehold, causing you to jump slightly from the fright. “Welcome to dinner at the Mendes’ house, newbie,” a husky voice whispered in your ear and you rolled your eyes, slapping the arm around you hard enough to make them release it without hurting them.

“Get out of here, Raul.”

Raul held his arm gingerly, a smug smirk on his face, “Hey, I’m a Mendes, you can’t kick me out. You on the other hand better watch it, missy, and stop injuring family members, you don’t have the superior last name to keep you safe.”

“Raul, stop.” You could tell by the sternness in your boyfriend’s voice that he was trying to assert some form of dominance over his slightly older brother as he pulled you tighter to his body, but Peter’s soft boy persona didn’t put a dent in Raul’s smirk.

“Hey, it’s your girlfriend you’ve got to control. She’s in the house for all of five minutes and she’s already breaking my arm.”

“Please, I barely touched you. I feel bad for all of the girls you’ve been with if your body is so fragile.”

“Damn, dishing it right back. I always knew you had a keeper, Pete.” Raul ruffled the curls on Peter’s head as the younger triplet tried to swat his hand away. Pleased with his work, Raul stepped away, shooting a teasing grin both of your ways before heading off to pester his poor mother. Peter sighed, scrunching up his glasses higher up his nose as he desperately tried to fix the mess of curls on his head to no avail.

“Come here,” you cooed, soft hands replacing his own on his head. Running your fingers gently through his hair a couple of times, you smiled to yourself when you felt his hands go instinctively to your hips, applying such little pressure that you wouldn’t have known they were there if you hadn’t already trained your body to sense Peter’s light touches. “I hope winning over your parents is as easy as winning over your brothers,” you whispered as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He blushed from your touch, leaning slightly into your hands that were placed delicately on his jaw, “I already know they love you. I can see it in their eyes.”

“And I love you.” You placed one last kiss on the tip of his nose as his mother announced that dinner was ready before heading towards the kitchen to offer your help. Peter watched from his seat at the table while you carried in dishes with his mother, his younger sister coming downstairs and following suit to grab some plates. He was typically the one that helped his mother, but when he saw you head over there on your own, he figured he should take a small step back and let you replace his help for a night.

Dinner went by without a hitch, both of his parents asking you basic questions about school, your interests, and your hobbies as you all ate. You were sat between Peter and Shawn, your boyfriend’s hand intertwined with yours under the table at all times. This caused a few comical moments when he would be so focused on what you were saying that his nondominant hand he was using to eat with would completely miss his mouth, but the embarrassment was short lived once you squeezed his hand reassuringly with a loving smile on your face. Karen and Manny absolutely adored you. They saw the way Peter looked at you and you returned that look every time, telling them everything they needed to know about the two of you without either of you uttering a single word. Aaliyah was more interested in what mascara you used (she claimed hers was always drying out and getting clumpy and apparently you had the greatest eyelashes she had ever seen) than how her brother was looking at you, but you were grateful all the same that she was comfortable enough to talk to you.

As the plates became bare on the table, the boys began to stand up to make their way towards the couch to pick a movie as they always did when they came back home. You stood up alongside Karen, moving to grab some plates before Peter grabbed your wrist to stop you, “It’s ok, angel, I always help Mom with the dishes. You can go pick out a movie with Raul and Shawn if you want to.”

You shook his hand off lightly, offering him a reassuring smile, “I’m fine. I’m more than happy to help.”

“But-”

“Peter, why don’t you go with your brothers. Y/n and I can have some nice girl talk while we clean up,” Karen suggested as she took some plates to the sink, leaving the two of them alone.

“Are you sure, angel? I do it every time it’s not a problem-”

“Bubs, it’s ok, I want to help. Go, I’ll meet you in there when we’re done.” You kissed the curls on top of his head before picking up more dishes on the table.

You and Karen cleaned in silence for a few moments, only speaking when she told you her preferred way of cleaning, until she spoke up, “You know it’s so wonderful that you were able to come out tonight. I’ve been wanting to meet you since he first told me about you at our last dinner.” “I’m so glad I could come. Thank you for dinner, it was so delicious, I know where Peter gets his cooking skills from,” you laughed, earning a sincere chuckle to leave Karen’s lips as well.

“Yeah, well I’m lucky one of them can cook. I don’t know how they’d live if that boy couldn’t make his way around the kitchen. Those other two troublemakers are hopeless,” she sighed with a disapproving shake of her head.

“You’re telling me, one time when I came over Raul almost burned down the place just trying to make pancakes.”

“Oh those boys, they are a handful aren’t they.”

“They are, but in the best way possible. You can tell they were raised right, they are some of the best people I’ve ever met.”

“Well thank you, I tried. Imagine trying to run after three little gremlins, that was my life 24/7 when they were kids.” You grinned at the thought of three little boys, all with an identical mop of curls on their head that bounced around while they ran away giggling from their worried mother. “Peter was always the calmer of the bunch though, always a big momma’s boy. I’m just so happy that he’s found someone like you.”

“I’m so happy to have found him. I honestly don’t think I deserve him sometimes, he’s just such a beautiful soul.” Your eyes found their way to your handsome boyfriend on the loveseat in the living room, head thrown back in laughter over something his brother had said. You admired the way his nose scrunched up when he smiled and the crease lines on his cheeks from his evident happiness.

“Don’t sell yourself short, honey. I may not have known you long, but just by talking to you tonight and the way Peter has talked so highly about you, I can tell you’re a wonderful person as well. And you know what they say, a mother’s intuition never lies.” Her focus went back to the dishes for a moment as she pondered her next words carefully, “You know, even though I never told anyone this, I always had a slight fear that Peter wouldn’t be able to experience young love like his brother’s have.”

You paused your movements for a moment, your attention fully on her now, “What made you think that?”

“Well, Peter has always had his goals set straight. It was always school and grades and a job, which is wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but he never let himself stray from that path even if it meant he could be happier. He never had the courage to talk to a girl either, he’s always been my shy little boy, and I don’t know. I was just worried that he might be too in his head to let himself be open with someone like he is with you.”

Tears were beginning to well in your eyes at her words and you quietly sniffled to yourself to try to tame the emotions that were threatening to spill from your chest, “That means a lot to me that Peter chose to open up to me. I haven’t prioritized dating either since I’ve been in college, so we’re learning together, but I’m willing to take whatever he will give me. I think very highly of your son and I’m very serious about this with him.”

“That’s all I could ask for,” she told you sincerely, placing the last clean dish in the cupboard before bringing you in for a tight hug, “I know the two of you haven’t been dating awfully long, but you are always welcome to come over for dinner. We’d all love to have such a kind hearted person at our table.”

“Thank you, I truly can’t thank you enough.”

“No need to thank me. I should be thanking you for bringing so much joy to my son.” She pulled away with a smile as she motioned to the living room, “Now let’s go see what those troublemakers are up to.”

Upon approaching the boys, Peter’s eyes immediately caught yours and he motioned for you to join him, lifting the blanket so you could snuggle up next to him. “How’d it go in there?’ he asked, hand coming up to play with your fingers, “Did she scare you away yet?”

“No,” you laughed lightly, “She definitely didn’t scare me away. I don’t plan on going anywhere for a long time. You’re stuck with me, loser.”

“I don’t know, being stuck with you? Sounds to me like I’m a winner.” He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a light kiss before wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him. The loud chatter of voices came to a minimum as Manny pressed play and you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to be welcomed into the Mendes household.

[easy-p-lemon]

Requests Are Open! 🥳

Hi everyone - I’m back! I haven’t written in a while, but now that I’m done with school I plan to get back into it! I have some drafts I am going to sort through and post soon, but please send me requests - I always love and appreciate your ideas. I also plan carve out time for blurbs today! I’ll write for Shawn or any of the Mendes triplets :)

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