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fallinallinshawn · 3 years ago

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To Bear The Pain | Mendes Triplets Fic

Summary: Rough days are ahead for the leaders of the Mendes pack and the stranger who falls at their door.

Warnings: mention of injuries, brief arguing/fighting, maybe light swearing

A/N: Retitled. (Formerly IKYH)

The silvery light of the moon beams down on the small town below, shimmering off of freshly fallen snow. The town’s atmosphere is warm and calm, and inviting to all who pass through. Holden is home to generations of werewolves; multiple packs have shared space within its borders for years. Your pack is no different, finding safety and solace within the town lines.

You don’t know how long you’ve been running when you finally see it: the Mendes house. Up to this point, it’s always been a myth. An idea in the form of a dream in your head, but there you are. You’re barely able to make it through the gate and into the yard when your vision goes black at the edges, you fall in a crumpled heap in the snow.

When day breaks the following morning, the sun feels warm on your skin and you snuggle further into the blankets around you. Blinking your eyes open, you slowly take in your surroundings. The first thing you notice is the room you’re in isn’t yours, the second thing is you don’t recognize the scent in the air (but it’s pleasant), the third thing is how much pain you’re in. As the shock wears off, the only thing you think to do is scream. At the sound of your screaming, footsteps thunder down the hall toward the room. There are too many to count and you’re too freaked out about where you are and how you got there to make a run for it.

Three bodies burst into the room without knocking, and catch you off guard. You scramble across the side of the bed and press yourself against the far wall. From your new vantage point, you can see the people that came rushing in moments ago. The boy closest to the door is shorter than the other two and has sandy-brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Next to him, you quickly decide is clearly his brother, twins maybe. They could be identical, though the second boy is taller by at least a few inches, with broader shoulders. And finally, your eyes sweep across the third intruder. He’s bigger than both of the previous boys, much bigger, and he’s staring at you with dark eyes. Your own eyes travel from his face and land on his bare chest covered in a light sheen of sweat, you can’t deny that he’s easy on the eyes. Shaggy dark brown curls stick to his forehead.

“Easy, easy,” he whispers. He holds his right hand out in front of him, approaching you slowly. “No one is going to hurt you, you’re safe here.”

Your eyes dart between the three of them, you’re in pain and confused. Something about the man directly in front of you feels familiar, it takes a few seconds for your brain to connect the dots that it’s his scent that was in the air when you woke up. This must be his room. You swallow thickly, keeping your eyes on his face.

“I’m Shawn. This is Zack and Jesse,” he introduces himself and the boys behind him raise their hands as he calls each of their names. “We’re not going to hurt you, okay? You’re safe,” he promises again.

There’s a warm timbre to Shawn’s voice, coupled with the aroma in the room, you calm down from your earlier panic. You nod, acknowledging the brothers and focus in on Shawn again. Your throat hurts from screaming, but there’s a question burning in the back of your mind. “W-where am I?”

Your voice is soft, but something about the looks shared between them tells you they heard you, anyway. They confirm your suspicions when the smaller of the brothers, Zack, gestures around the room.

“You’re at the Mendes Pack House,” he says the title so abruptly that for a moment you aren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“I’m― where?” Your mind is racing and you feel you could pass out at any second.

Shawn notices your discomfort and gives the boys a brusque nod, they both look you over one last time before leaving the two of you in the quiet comfort of his room. The door clicks shut and you return your eyes forward.

Shawn’s kneeling down at your level now, his russet brown eyes lock on your face. “Hey, hey, breathe.” He continues to watch your eyes, gauging your reaction as he takes slow deep breaths. “I know this is a lot to take in, I’m sorry if we startled you. Let’s start at the beginning. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you say, taking a deep breath. The room feels less suffocating now, you’re grateful.

“Nice to meet you. Do you have any questions?” he continues. He’s kept space between you, likely to let you know that you can run if you want to and he won’t stop you. But that same weird feeling from before tells you running would be a much dumber idea than sticking around.

You shake your head. When you try to think of something to ask him, a thick fog clouds your mind. You’re not sure why or how to stop it from happening. You sigh defeated and drop your hands into your lap.

“All right. Well, you must be starving and I’m sure you’d like to freshen up.”

This time you nod. You hadn’t realized it at first, but you feel like you haven’t eaten in days, then it dawns on you. “W-what day is it? Like, t-the date?”

“It’s Monday, December 11, 2018.”

“Monday? How long have I been here?”

“Three days. Zack found you in the snow around midnight on the 8th.”

You swallow and nod your head, afraid to put too much thought into it right then. With a shaky breath, you look up to meet Shawn’s concerned and tender gaze.

He reaches for you but quickly pulls back when you flinch away from him. He nods toward the adjacent wall and it’s then that you notice the second door. “The bathroom is through there; towels are on the rack above the toilet. I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear, and I’ll need to check over your injuries when you’re finished.” He stands up from the floor and turns to leave. “Take your time, okay? There’s no rush.”

You do your best to return Shawn’s friendly smile with one of your own and watch as he slips through the door, pulling it behind him. You give yourself a moment to calm down before standing up and making your way to the bathroom. You step inside and feel along the immediate wall for the light switch, and flip it up once you find it.

Shawn’s bathroom, like his bedroom, is a fairly good size. You place your hand down on the marble countertop, relishing in the cold of the flat surface against your skin. In the mirror, you can clearly see the bright read spot on your left cheek, you know it will bruise pretty badly in the next few days. You can’t imagine what the rest of you looks like. It takes a good five to ten minutes for you to peel your clothes off, your body is worn out and your muscles ache in protest. A hot shower will do some good.

An hour and a half later, you’re finished with your shower and ready to get out. You reach for the towel rack; your body listens better now. Along with the dirt, the hot shower washed away most of your pain. All that lingers now is a hunger headache you won’t be able to get rid of until you eat. You wrap the towel around your torso and step out of the shower. There’s a blue brush and a hair tie on the counter that weren’t there when you got in, you assume Shawn must have left them while you were taking your shower. You’re a bit surprised that you didn’t hear him come back in. Your hair, now clean, desperately needs detangling and you’ve always loved the feeling of pulling a brush through it.

A few minutes later, you finally emerge from the bathroom. Your hair is brushed and pulled up into a loose bun on top of your head. You didn’t bother trying to assess the extent of the damage done to your body, not quite ready to handle the state it’s in but you know it’s bad if Shawn was offering to tend to your injuries. With a sigh, you make your way over to the bed. You really must have been out of it when Shawn came back in, there’s a pair of grey sweats, a long-sleeved blue polo, and a hoodie laying on the foot of his bed. It looks like they’ll fit, but you won’t know for sure until you try them on. As you reach for the garments, you realize you don’t have any underwear to put on except what you had on earlier. Shawn must have thought of that too because there’s a brand new pair of small black boxer shorts laying there as well.

You hum softly to yourself as you get dressed, everything smells like Shawn and a little more, it’s oddly comforting.

There’s a knock at the door and you nearly jump out of your skin. You turn to see Shawn peeking through a small crack before opening it and stepping through. He smiles, and the apples of his cheeks slightly lift the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. “Oh, good! They fit,” he says as he gestures to your clothes.

You nod. Though you find being in Shawn’s room makes you feel safe, you aren’t sure if you can trust him. You stare at him in silence, unsure of what you should say.

Shawn stops just inside the door. “I need to redress your wounds. Do you want to eat something first?”

You shake your head softly and sit on the end of the bed. Shawn waits for you to let him know you’re okay with him approaching you, and you do with a small nod. You reach for your left shoulder, you hadn’t looked for any of the more gruesome injuries, but the bite mark on it had caught your eye. You can’t remember what happened when you got it, but you know it was probably from one of the guys from― You shake the thought from your head and look up at Shawn.

You know you probably shouldn’t say anything, there’s no guarantee he will believe you but you need to know. You swallow. “I― There’s something you should know. A-about me. I’m not, um . . .”

Shawn smirks as he walks to your side with a first aid kit in his hands. “I know.” He chuckles lightly at your reaction and continues, “Zack could smell you before he could see you, and you were still shifted when he found you. You stayed that way for a while, I guess you finally shifted back in your sleep this morning.”

It makes sense enough, but something still bothers you. If you’ve been asleep for three days, why aren’t you healed yet? As if he can tell what you’re thinking, Shawn gently pats the mattress next to you.

“Hey, don’t worry about it right now. We’ll get you fixed up and then we’ll figure out the rest.”

Your gaze drops to your lap where you’ve folded your hands. Nervously you reach for the hem of the shirt you’re wearing and with Shawn’s help, you lift it over your head. You wince, your hand quickly shoots up to your shoulder. The bite is bleeding and the pain in your arm is noticeable again.

“Here, let me help.” Shawn reaches for you and his touch is soft, he turns you so that your back is to him. You blush slightly, remembering that you’re sitting half-naked in front of a total stranger. You’re thankful for his manners. He shuffles behind you for a couple seconds, then the bed dips behind you. One of his hands settles between your shoulder blades. “This is gonna sting like hell, but it’ll keep your shoulder from getting infected while you heal. Tell me when.”

You take a breath and nod your head. “Okay.”

Shawn brings his left hand up to your shoulder, and it’s warm against your skin. He’s rubbing something sticky into the wound, and you suddenly know why he braced his hand against you. The salve hurts, more than you expect, and you throw yourself back. Shawn’s hand presses between your shoulders, and his voice sounds softly by your ear. “I know, I know.” His hand snakes around your back and rests on your right shoulder, holding you to his chest as he continues to spread the paste into the bite. “I’m sorry, but I promise this will help.”

You whine in answer, but do your best to stay still. Shawn coos gently in your ear and you settle down a bit. As quickly as the pain started, it stops. You’re braced against Shawn’s chest, heaving. He has your head tucked under his chin, and he’s staring out of the window. You sit up with a shudder, the pain in your shoulder has died to a dull pulse, it’s annoying but tolerable. You glance behind you at Shawn and he’s looking down into the first aid kit, he pulls out a small jar and hands it to you.

“For the cut on your cheek,” he points to the side of his own face. “I don’t have anything for the bruises, but this salve will help you heal and keep infection from setting in. Make sure you let it dry completely before applying.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take it from him and slip your shirt on again. You want to ask him why he’s being so nice to you, but you don’t. You still don’t know if Shawn’s lying to you or not, and you can’t afford to take a chance on Patrick and Ethan finding you.

“Come downstairs when you’re ready. We need to have a meeting, and Sasha made breakfast.” He closes the first aid kit and gives you a firm nod, then heads for the door. He doesn’t bother pulling it shut behind him this time and it irks you. For as gentle as he was moments ago, he sure switched moods quickly. You wonder if being here is bad idea, but what other choice do you have? You know you can’t avoid the pack forever, and you are hungry. You have questions you’re sure Shawn has answers for.

You grab the hoodie that Shawn left on the end of the bed and head for the door. The hallway you’re in winds around a corner, Shawn’s room is at the end. You count four other doors on your way down, minus the bathroom at the top of the stairs, and you assume those must be bedrooms too.

You reach the bottom of the stairs and take a moment to mentally prepare for what’s coming. You’re not sure what the meeting is about but you know it’s important, Shawn’s attitude told you as much.

You round the corner and walk down the small hallway into the kitchen. In front of you is a room full of people, all seem to be around your age. You instantly recognize Zack and Jesse, the brothers you met earlier. And there’s a girl standing over a griddle of pancakes by the stove, you deduce that’s Sasha since Shawn mentioned she’d made breakfast. There’s a small group seated around the dining room table, most of them have their backs to you and you don’t care to interrupt whatever conversation they’re having. But it’s the trio sitting at the breakfast bar to your left that catches you off guard.

You know the shirtless one in the middle with the dark unruly curls is Shawn, and you must be suffering from a concussion because you see three of him. Immediately to his right, sits a smaller version of him, this one with softer curls and glasses. Hold on, did he redress my wounds? On the stool to Shawn’s left near the backdoor, is a yet another version of him, slightly taller but not quite as large, his own dark chocolate curls are slicked back.

They notice you staring and each of them grins at you knowingly. You can’t help but stand in stunned silence and gawk.

The girl turns to you, a plate stacked up with perfectly fluffy golden pancakes in her hands. She smiles and hands it to you. “Come on in, we don’t bite. There’s an open space at the bar between Shawn and Raul. I’m Sasha.” They both look up expectantly as she calls their names. “I hope you like pancakes.”

“There’s three of you!” you blurt suddenly, ignoring Sasha’s offer.

“We’re triplets.” Smaller Shawn hums, he’s got a book in his hands as he eats, glasses perched on the end of his nose. “How’s the shoulder?”

“You . . .”

The one Sasha called Raul stares at you, lips pulled into a thin line, eyebrows furrowed in . . . what is that, curiosity? Frustration? A mixture of the two? You’re not sure what to make of his expression as he regards you briefly before plopping his ass down on the stool behind him. It’s a show of dominance and disapproval, and you hate him. Just like Patrick. You think, face scrunching up in disgust.

Shawn glances between you and Raul, then elbows his brother in the side. “Scoot over, asshat. Let her sit.”

“Hmph,” Raul mutters and he glares at you, bringing his left hand down to rub lightly over his ribs. You duck your head under his heavy gaze.

“Raul,” Shawn growls. “Move.” He stands up from his stool and turns to the man next to him, sizing him up. He puffs up his chest, moving the stool back to give him some room. His mouth is open in a snarl, though his body language remains relaxed. He’s serious but he doesn’t think his brother poses a threat.

You watch quietly as Raul stands again and throws his barstool back; it comes to a stop behind him, Jesse’s hand on the surface of the seat. Raul is big, he’s not as muscular as Shawn is, but his broad shoulders and height make him just as intimidating, if not more so. You can see his sharp canines as he bares his teeth back at Shawn; brother challenging brother.

Raul reminds you of Patrick and your heart beats wildly inside of your chest. You’re not good with fighting, always staying as far away from it as possible. You’d tuck tail and run if you weren’t rooted to the floor with a plate of hot pancakes in your hands. It’s clear Raul means business as he steps toward Shawn, he shoves him back and returns Shawn’s growl with one of his own.

The smaller of the triplets stands and quickly steps between his brothers, his expression is one of boredom. He grabs them each by the arm and pushes them toward the sliding door. “If you’re going to fight like dogs, do it outside.” His tone is commanding, and you’re surprised when Shawn’s hand finds the door handle. You’re less surprised when Raul wrenches his arm free of his brother’s grasp.

“Back off, Peter.” Shawn.

“This is between me and Shawn.” Raul.

You commit their behaviours to memory as the attitude in the room changes. The atmosphere becomes stifling, everyone waits for the brothers to make their next move. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the way Shawn repeatedly clenches and unclenches his fists, the gears in his head turning at lightning speed. His eyes find yours across the room and you wonder if he’s holding back for your sake or if he’s actually considering pummeling Raul right where they stand. If he wants to beat his brother into the ground, he never gets the chance. One of the other men in the room stands from his place at the table, his voice booms over the growling pair.

“Enough! We have more important things to do than watching you two dicks thrash each other to kingdom come. In case either of you has forgotten, we still don’t know what’s going on here.” He turns to you with a friendly smile. “Forgive their raging testosterone, everyone’s a bit . . . on edge.”

“You’re the leaders of this pack, act like it,” Peter says, addressing his brothers as he sits back down at the bar. He takes what is meant to be your seat, the stool between Raul and Shawn. He looks up at you with kind eyes and a soft smile. “Sit and eat, please.” Peter nods to the stool next to him as Shawn takes his spot once again, leaving Raul by the back door.

“Animals,” Sasha states, shaking her head. She gives you a quick wink and turns back to the griddle.

The rest of breakfast is quiet, everyone falls back into what you assumed was their usual routines. If Raul has anything to say to or about you, he keeps it to himself. You learn from bits and pieces of conversation here and there that Raul is the oldest of the triplets and the most suspicious of newcomers. Peter is the youngest and probably the sweetest of the three, he’s quiet but he takes charge when he needs to. And he definitely took care of your shoulder. Shawn’s in the middle, he’s got a fire inside him like you’ve never seen before and it only pulls you in faster.

After breakfast you’re pleasantly surprised to find that everyone helps Sasha clean the kitchen. It’s a pack effort as dishes are washed, dried, and handed down the line to be put away. The stools returned to the breakfast bar, chairs tucked in around the dining table, and leftovers stashed away in the refrigerator for later.

Once all is said and done, the guy who stepped in to help Peter calm the fighting, Chris―ushers everyone to the living room.

You lean against the wall shared by the living room and the kitchen, surveying the group in front of you. Zack and Jesse sprawl out on the floor in front of a long L-shaped couch. Chris sits at one end of the couch with another guy you still have yet to meet, they’re close and you wonder how long they’ve known each other. Sasha and three other girls you hadn’t even noticed when you walked into the kitchen, all sit huddled together at the other end of the couch, you assume they’re either sisters or best friends, before remembering that this is how wolf packs are―affection comes with the territory. Shawn and his brothers sit in the middle of the couch, they forget their previous disagreement as they switch easily from typical brothers to leaders of their pack.

Raul quirks an eyebrow and looks at you suspiciously, you know it’s because they’re all waiting for you to sit down, the meeting is about you after all. You’re content to stand against the wall, in case you feel the need to run, you won’t have to worry about needing to stand first. You look back at Raul questioningly, wanting them to get it over with already, but he continues to stare at you.

“They won’t begin until you sit. I don’t know how things are done in your old pack, but here we wait until everyone is present and accounted for,” Sasha tells you softly. She nods toward the small loveseat sleeper sofa that’s angled by the short end of the L-shaped couch next to where Chris sits.

You stand up straighter with your back against the wall, you spread your feet apart, firmly planting yourself in that spot. You fold your arms across your chest and lift your chin. This display of defiance in front of the pack doesn’t go unnoticed by the Mendes brothers who shift uncomfortably, Raul and Peter turn to Shawn, waiting for him to regain control.

Shawn stands. The look in his eyes tells you he won’t allow this kind of outburst, but you’re not ready to accept your place in this pack. He steps away from the couch, staring you down, his demeanour in this moment is so different from way it was with Raul. He’s inviting you to challenge him, daring you to make the move he knows you so desperately want to.

He’s fed up with your obstinance; he growls low, a warning. Raul and Peter are the only ones who move next, they flank Shawn but keep their eyes locked on the others. “You can sit or you can run, it’s your call,” he says as he slowly moves closer.

You can tell it’s not the first time he’s dealt with something like this, his tone is far too commanding for this to be a one-off thing. He growls once again, louder this time, and you know it’s the last warning he’s willing to give you. All eyes are on you.

You push yourself off of the wall and walk over to the loveseat. Running isn’t an option for you, you need the help and you know this is the only place you can get it. You need their help if you’re going to stop Ethan and Patrick. You take a seat, keeping your eyes trained on Shawn’s face as you do.

Shawn relaxes his shoulders, a signal to his brothers to stand down. He’s satisfied with your decision, but keeps his guard up just in case. The three of them sit back down and the rest of the pack settles in.

“You already met Zack and Jesse, but this is the rest of our pack. Next to you are Chris and Sam, two of my best friends and the only people I trust almost as much as I trust my brothers.” At Shawn’s words, Chris and Sam acknowledge you with a small wave of their hands. “Raul and Peter left and started their own packs; I stayed and took over everything here when our parents left. Zack, Jesse, and Grace found their way to us about two years ago.” One girl next to Sasha perks up upon hearing her name. She’s smaller than the others, but you can tell she’s just as feisty.

“When I returned, Allison came back with me. When Raul came home, so did Sasha and Vicki. We made the best choice for all of us and joined together; when it comes to leading the pack, we decide together. But Shawn has the final say in what we do,” Peter says, finishing the introductions.

“Which means Shawn is the deciding factor on whether you stay or go. Everyone you see here means something to each one of us, we’re family. When someone in our family is threatened, we are all threatened.” Raul sits forward, eyeing you with the same skepticism from earlier.

Shawn gently nudges Raul in the side. “What my brother means to say is as long as you choose to be here, to be part of our pack―our family―you’re safe. You will have a place here just like everyone else. Ultimately, the choice is yours. We’ve all had hard lives at one time or another, we all know what it’s like to feel alone in this world, and we won’t turn you away.”

“If you stay, you’ll be part of our pack and expected to behave like it. But if you run, we won’t be able to help you.” Peter pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and settles back into the couch, you note the way he seems to shift closer to Shawn. You think it must be comforting, having two other people to be so close to, who share your DNA and can tell what you’re thinking from a simple look or a small touch.

“Obviously, you don’t have to accept the offer, but understand two very important things. Here, you’re safe. Out there, you’re on your own.” Shawn glances around the room, gauging everyone’s reactions to what’s been said. He receives various noises of affirmation, no one dares dispute his last word. He looks back at you, waiting for your answer.

You haven’t truly spoken since before you came downstairs, since you talked to Shawn in his room. You need protection, stability, family―but you can’t go home. This is as good as it gets unless you want to find somewhere else to be, someone else to take pity on you. The thought makes you cringe, you’re not a charity case, you’re a lone wolf running from exile. You should be dead, but you’re not and you’re unsure if that should mean something to you.

Movement to your right startles you, but Chris is quick to reconcile his mistake. He gently touches your knee, gaining your attention, and offers a soft smile. You know he’s silently speaking to the truth behind Shawn, Peter, and Raul’s words. Chris’s care eases your discomfort a bit, just enough for the desire to accept their offer to creep in.

“Okay,” you say, voice steady as you take a deep breath. “I accept your offer and I agree with everything you said. But make no mistake, I’m not some stray you’re bringing in off the street. I don’t need your help; I don’t need anyone.”

Raul laughs dryly, the sound settles like a rock in the pit of your stomach. He pushes the sleeves of his jacket up and you see his arms for the first time, they’re covered in various tattoos, completing his rough-around-the-edges persona. He looks at you now with an intensity that makes it feel like he sees right through your lie. “Oh, but see, you do. Or you wouldn’t be sitting here.”

TBTP: @marcellarv @yournameoneverypage @im-salt-but-not-salty

Shawn: @mendesblurb @treadinglifeorslowlydrowning

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softboywriting · 5 years ago

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Fix You | Raul Mendes | Modern Royal AU |WIP

Summary: Raul is the prince set to take the throne of the northern kingdom. His life was picture perfect until an affair on his wife’s behalf tore everything apart and broke his heart. Now, two years later and he meets you, the daughter of a lord in the royal court. With your help he will open up and learn what it is to be in love for the first time. [friends to lovers] [angsty raul] [royal au] [tw conversation about dying] [WIP (work in progress)] [mendes triplet au] [loss of a parent]

Word Count: 51k [updated: Oct. 30th 2020]

Authors Note: None of my works should be posted anywhere outside of my linked accounts. I do not give permission to repost with or without credit to my accounts. Please notify me of any reposted fics on any platform. Header by @/delicateshawn.

|Masterlist In Bio|

The first time you see Prince Raul you can't help but hold your breath. He's beautiful, absolutely gorgeous in every way. It's the name day ball for him, the first one since his divorce to the southern princess Adalia McClure. Their engagement and courting was swift, a real love at first sight type of thing and the wedding was a week-long celebration in both kingdoms. Everyone thought they would be together for a lifetime but things changed. Adalia quickly became distant, uninterested in her new husband and king to be in the northern kingdom. The moment the news broke that she was having an affair the world was shocked. Who could do that to a prince like Raul? Why? No one knows and you're sure Raul still wants those answers too.

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wondershawns · 4 years ago

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11/3 pls for raul

A/N: There you go! The prompts were “How many times have I told you not to go there?” “Where did all those bruises come from?”

Word count: 548

“Babe can I come join?” Raul walked into the bathroom without a care, used to showering with you or just sharing the space. In the rare event that you didn’t want him to come in, you’d tell him so or simply lock the door. “Where did all those bruises come from?” His face fell when he saw the marks on your skin, and you mentally scolded yourself for leaving the door unlocked.

“I fell on my run yesterday,” You admitted as you turned the water off and grabbed your towel, wrapping yourself in it to hide the bruises.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Raul traced his fingers over a scratch on your shoulder with a frown.

“It’s nothing, you know I bruise too easily,” You kissed his cheek and he sighed. Raul loved it when you did that, but he also hated how easily it made him melt.

“How did you fall?” He grabbed your body lotion from the edge of the sink and rubbed some into his hands. You took the hint and moved to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with him, your legs over his lap.

“I just slipped, it was muddy,” You leaned back on your hand, still in your towel while he massaged the product into your skin.

“The path never gets muddy near-” Raul stopped himself when he realised. “You ran by the river, didn’t you?”

“It hasn’t rained in ages, I figured it’d be fine,” You picked at your nails awkwardly. You hadn’t wanted to tell him because he had warned you a million times that this path was too small and always slippery with the water so close to it.

“How many times have I told you not to go there?” He sighed, squeezing your leg to make you look up at him. “It’s not safe,”

“I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to go somewhere new, I got bored of the other path,” You were worried he’d be mad at you, but he didn’t seem angry at all, just a little disappointed. “It was a tiny fall, I got scratched by some branches, that’s it,”

“You could have fallen further down and into the water,” Raul shook his head.

“It’s not deep,” You countered even though you knew he was right. You just didn’t like being told off.

“It’s enough to cover your face if you get knocked out,” He wouldn’t let you downplay it, there was a reason he had told you not to go run there, and it wasn’t him being overly paranoid. There was a real risk and it was stupid to take it. “I just… I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you,”

“Nothing happened to me,” You shuffled closer to him, almost sitting in his lap. You could see the worry in his eyes, and you cupped his cheek to kiss the tip of his nose reassuringly.

“Don’t go back there, please,” Raul whispered, pulling on your towel to discard it on the floor so that he could pull you to his chest and hug you without the damp material getting in the way.

“I won’t,” You followed him when he fell onto his back, curling yourself against his side and resting your hand over his heart.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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cynicallystiles · 4 years ago

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Meet Shawn Mendes:

Middle brother

Medium length hair (obvi)

Plays guitar and sings (seriously)

Writes songs

Has the guitar and “Good Luck” tattoos

Matching tattoos: swallow & elephant with brothers, meditation guy with brothers & Kallie

Theater actor with Kallie

Super goofy and fun

Epitome of a Golden Retriever as a human

Very into hockey

Beanies and hoodies

For sure has the cartilage piercing

Necklace chainsss

In university studying Music

Very jealous

Little possessive

Has ADHD

Met Kallie first/ BFFs of the friend group

(They’re all best friends now tho)

Shawn def fell in love with Kallie first, even tho he won’t admit it

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sunshinejs · 5 years ago

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Empty Promises | Peter Mendes

A/N: I know I said I was taking a break from writing but this idea was driving me crazy all day and if I waited weeks to write it, I probably would lose the idea

When I heard lose you to love me, I just knew I needed to do an angst piece based on it. And since I’m so far up this Mendes triplets cult (according to @definitelynotshawnmendes it’s a cult LOL), this is me attempting to write one about my soft bb Peter Mendes.

The first line Selena sang was so powerful and realistic?? Like damn, we’re making all sorts of promises when we’re happy and shit and sometimes it just doesn’t work out in the end well for me anyways.

So enjoy this little piece inspired by the lyric;

You promised the world and I fell for it

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Word count: 2.7k -ish

“Hey” Peter called out to you softly. You two were laid on the hammock in his backyard after dinner with the Mendes’. The neighbourhood was quiet by now since it was past 11pm. Peter has one leg set on the ground; swinging the hammock softly as he held you close to him.

You lifted your head from his chest and turn to him with a questioned look “Yeah?”

“We’re going to get married someday, you know” Peter told you, a small smile forming on his lips as he tucked a strain of your hair behind your ear “I promise you”

“Mendes,” You roll your eyes playfully, letting out a chuckle “We’re like what, 18? And we’ve only been together for a year. How can you be so sure of that?”

“I can feel it in my bones, honey” He grinned “I’m so sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with”

“You’re cute, Pete” You smile, pinching his side softly “You think about the future a lot?”

“With you?” He asks “Always”

“Oh yeah? And what kind of future do you see us having?”

Peter smiles cheekily as he intertwines your fingers together “I see us graduating from NYU together then we’d have to look for jobs because we’re apparently adults by then. We’d get married when we’re 25-26 maybe?”

“And where would we go for our honeymoon?” You asked jokingly.

“I know you’ve always wanted to go to Switzerland so we’d definitely go there for our honeymoon” Peter answers with confident.

“Honey, Switzerland would cost a bomb. You do know that, right?” You laugh softly, shaking your head “We wouldn’t have that kind of money when we’re just starting our careers”

“Then I’d just work my ass off even harder” He said smugly “I’m taking you to Switzerland, woman and that’s final. Just shut up and say thank you in advance”

“You’re so demanding, bubs” You rolled your eyes playfully “What else do you have planned for us, hm?”

“We’d probably wait a year or two to be financially stable before trying to have our first kid”

“Oh, we’re talking about kids too huh?” You ask teasingly “How many do you think we’d have?”

“I don’t knowww” He dragged out and the dimmed light from the patio allows you the blush making its way to his cheeks “But I’ve always wanted 2 kids; a boy and a girl”

“Aw, that’s cute” You cooed “You already have their names figured out or something?”

“No”

You smirked when you noticed he was trying to avoid your look “You do!” You laugh “Oh my God, Pete!”

“Hey, don’t laugh at me!” He whined “I daydream a lot in classes, babe and this is what comes to mind”

“Aw, I’m sorry, my love” You giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek “What are their names?”

“You really want to know?”

“Well if they’re going to be our unborn children, shouldn’t I?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you” He groaned “If it’s a girl; I really like the name Rosie Ann and for a boy; Zachary”

“I love it” You muttered softly “Zachary and Rosie Ann Mendes. It’s pretty”

“Yeah, well they’re definitely going to be the most beautiful kids” Peter answered smoothly “It’s because you’re their mother”

“Peterrrr,” You buried your head in his chest to hide your red cheeks, which made Peter laugh in reply as you felt his whole body vibrate beneath you “You’re such a dork”

“Yeah?” He grinned in return “But your dork always, right?”

“Always” You reassured, lifting your head and leaning up to give him a kiss “Love you, dork”

“Love you too, baby”

xxx

a year later

You sat in your car, staring at your steering wheel. You’ve been parked outside the Mendes’ residence for the past 5 minutes with the feeling of guilt and nerve building up in your body.

Your parents were so happy for you. They were ecstatic that you got the offer because it’s one of the toughest universities to get into. And you?

You didn’t know. There were mixed feelings for sure. Part of you was jumping for joy because to be able to do an Economics degree in a prestige university like LSE was a dream come true, but the other part of you was reluctant to accept the offer.

Especially since you and Peter already received acceptance letters for NYU. NYU has been a dream of yours since you were a teenager, way before you even met Peter. You loved New York; you loved their faculties; you were 200% sure this was the university meant for you.

Then you met Peter, who had the similar dreams as you. Him and one of his triplets, Raul, had their heart set on NYU as well and when you got to know about this, the three of you were making serious plans together about living together and etc. You were going to study Economics and Finance; Peter is taking up Photography & Film Making and Raul is doing Biochemistry.

When you sent an application to LSE, no one knew about it; with the exception of your parents. Not your best friend, not Raul, not Shawn and certainly not Peter. You sent in the UCAS application; thinking there was no chances of you getting in despite what your parents were saying.

And now that the offer is staring at you, you didn’t know what was the right thing to do.

Your heart was saying LSE but your mind was saying NYU.

At the same time, your heart was saying Peter. But Peter and LSE? That definitely doesn’t sum up well.

Taking a deep breath, you got out of the car and made your way to the front door. You rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to get it.

“y/n!” Karen exclaims as she opens the door. She pulls you in a brief hug “Peter didn’t tell me you were coming over!”

“Hi, Mrs. Mendes, I hope it’s okay that I dropping by out of the blue” You said shyly, accepting her hug “I didn’t even tell him I was coming but I assume he’s at home?”

“Honey, you’re always welcomed here!” She smiles as she led you into their house “And for the last time, no more of this Mrs. Mendes thing! It’s Karen, alright?”

You blushed, nodding “Right, Karen”

You followed after her to the living room “Tyler came over about 2 hours ago so the boys have not lifted their butts off the couch ever since”

“They’re boys” You laugh softly “What’s new with that”

“Peter!” Karen calls out to the youngest triplet; who had a game controller in his hand and eyes glued to the TV screen “Take your eyes off the screen and come say hi to your girlfriend, please!”

At the sound of your name, Peter throws his controller to Raul, who sat on his right, for him to take over and got up from the couch.

“I’ll assume you’re staying over for dinner too, dear” Karen smiled to you before heading towards the kitchen.

“Hey baby!” Peter exclaimed, coming up to you and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek “Where are you coming from? How come you never told me you were coming?” He asked confusingly.

“What? A girl can’t come to see her boyfriend unannounced?” You ask teasingly before turning your head to the couch “Hi boys”

“Hey y/n” Raul and Tyler responded in unison.

“Of course, you can, silly” He chuckled “But if I knew you were coming, I’d ask Tyler to leave earlier”

“Hey!” Tyler yelled offensively “Just because I’m focused on this game doesn’t mean I can’t hear you, Mendes” He grumbled “You’re loud!”

Peter rolled his eyes “Meant for you to hear it anyways, idiot”

You reached out for his hand and smiled softly “Can we go up to your room for a sec? I’ve got some things to tell you”

“Yeah, sure, honey” He agreed.

Peter takes you up to his room and made sure to shut the door behind you. He plops down on the bed and laid out on the mattress “So, what’s up, baby?” He asked.

You shake your head and sat at the head of the bed, grabbing his hand and tugging it softly “Can you sit up for this, please? It’s kind of a big thing”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed curiously but did he was told. He noticed the sudden change in your facial expression and that alone made him felt nervous.

“Is everything okay, babe?” Peter asks worriedly “Did something bad happen?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that” You reassured him “It’s just that…”

When you trailed off, he patiently waited for you to continue but he sees how nervous you’re getting by the way you were fidgeting with your fingers “Hey?” He calls to you softly and rests his hand on top of yours “You can tell me anything, baby. It’s me, remember?” He smiled reassuringly.

You nodded; exhaling a deep breath.

“You know how I told you that my dad got his Economics degree from LSE, right?” You ask nervously.

“Yeah…”

“We got to talking about it last year because I want to major in Economics too, just like he did, because it was something I was really interested in” You explained “And then one thing led to another… My parents encouraged me to send an application over to them”

“What? To LSE?” He asked confusingly “But you obviously didn’t do it, right? I mean, you would’ve told me about it if you did”

Your head hung low as you suddenly took an interest in your lap. You bite your lower lip to avoid yourself from crying right there and Peter took that as an answer.

His heart dropped to his stomach “You sent in an application?” He asked in disbelief.

You lifted your head and the disappointment written all over Peter’s face made you wanted to stab yourself. The hurt on his face made you wish none of this ever happened.

“I only did it because I didn’t think I was going to get it!” You reasoned back “I wasn’t expecting any good news because they’re one of the top universities in the world and there’s no way they would take me in!”

“And?” Peter asked sharply “Did you get in?”

You nodded hesitantly “I did”

“And you’re turning their offer down?”

You frowned, shaking your head “I don’t know yet”

“So, what now? You’re moving to London?” He deadpanned “You’re just going to leave and forget about all the plans we’ve made for NYU? The ones you made me so heavily invested in for the past year?”

“Pete, this is such an amazing opportunity for me that I can’t just turn down in the blink of an eye” You said softly, rubbing the back of his hand “I know this is hard to take it, bubs but can’t you be happy for me?”

Peter pulled his hand away from yours “Why did you keep something this big away from me?! I thought we told each other everything, y/n!” He snapped.

“Peter, you have to understand that I was afraid!” You said, lips starting to tremble “I didn’t know how you were going to react!”

“Yeah, well, keeping it away from me and dropping the bomb on me now isn’t making me feel fucking great, isn’t it?” He said pointedly “My girlfriend is moving to a whole new continent with a different time zone to consider; how do you expect me to be happy with that?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry” You said softly, feeling the tears in your eyes “God, Pete, I’m so fucking sorry for keeping this away from you”

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “You need to leave”

Your breath hitched in your throat but nodded slightly “Yeah, okay. I need to give you to process everything and cool off. We can talk another time”

That’s how it always was with you two. Whenever an argument gets heated up, one will say “you need to leave” while the other one completely understands because they don’t want to say things they don’t mean when they’re angry.

You see him shaking his head as he opens his eyes. You could see the tears in his eyes matching yours “No” Peter said in a shaky tone “You need to leave for good and forget about me”

“Baby?” You ask, hearing the crack in your voice as you quickly reached for his hand “What the hell are you saying?” You questioned as your heart starts beating faster and your vision was starting to get cloudy from the tears.

“Accept the offer and just go to London” Peter said emotionlessly “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Breaking up with you isn’t what I want, Peter!” You raised your voice.

“What else am I supposed to do then?!” He asks loudly “A long distance relationship is going to kill us, y/n and you know this!”

“Then I’ll stay” You said in a soft tone “I’ll go to NYU with you and we’ll just forget this whole thing ever happened!”

“No” He shakes his head “I cannot ask you to do that just for the sake of me. This is something that you really want and I’m not going to be in the way of it”

Your head was spinning and the tears wouldn’t stop. It pained Peter to see you like this and moreover that he isn’t wrapping his arms around you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear like he usually does.

He couldn’t do that this time. This time it was different.

“What about all our future plans?” You asked in a fragile tone, looking at him as if he just kicked a puppy (honestly, Peter thinks that would hurt him lesser than looking at his girl cry) “What about all those things you said about us getting married? Having kids? Growing old together?”

“You promised me,” You sobbed “You promised me the world, Peter. You promised me this would never happen to us”

Peter shakes his head, letting the tears fall from his eyes “Clearly we both made promises we can’t keep and I’m sorry for that”

When Raul finds you midway at the stairs, he takes in your teared eyes and red cheeks “Whoa,” He stops you, frowning at your state with concern “Is everything okay?”

You faked a smile and shake your head “It’s nothing, Raul. Tell your mom I can’t make it for dinner, please”

Raul knew it wasn’t just nothing and he knew it had everything to do with the amount of time you were in Peter’s room. If you were crying, it meant that Peter wasn’t in a good state too and that worried the oldest triplet.

He let you past and watched as you hurriedly race down the stairs and disappeared to the hallway. Once he was on the second floor, he walked to the end of the hallway and knocked on Peter’s room on the right “Pete?” He called out softly “Can I come in?”

He hears a soft ‘yeah’ and pushed the door open. Raul finds his brother sat on the floor by his bed; curled up in a ball with his head resting on his knees.

Raul made his way over to his brother and slide down on the floor next to him “Hey,” He calls out to Peter “You okay?”

Peter lifts his head and Raul sees his red teared eyes “No” Peter choked out “It’s over between us”

Raul frowns and slides an arm around his brother’s shoulder “What happened, man? Everything seemed okay with you two”

Peter shakes his head “She’s taking up the offer she got from LSE” He replied shortly “A long-distance relationship is going to kill us both, Raul so I had to end it”

Raul nods understanding “I’m sorry, Pete. I know how much you really love her”

Peter shuts his eyes and exhaled sharply “I don’t want to talk about her anymore, please”

“Come on. We’ll call Shawn up on Facetime, okay?” Raul suggests “It’s been a while since we spoke to him and it’ll cheer you up a bit”

“He’s got a show later today, Raul. I don’t want to disturb him” Peter frowns.

“Look, you’re our brother and this is code red, remember?” Raul asked “Shawn knows to put his family first over anything. Now, get up on the bed and I’ll go get your laptop”

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someoneunimportantxx · 4 years ago

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Its so very safe to say that I loved every word of this

Best Friend's Brother | Raul Mendes

Growing up with your best friend is amazing, having this loving and caring relationship is fantastic, planning your lives together seemed natural, what Y/N didn’t include in her plans was falling in love with Raul Mendes, Peter’s brother.

Hi hi, lovies! I know, I know, I disappeared, but I’m back with a Raul piece! It’s been ages since the last time I posted something and I missed it so much! I had a really hard time writing for the past few weeks and I’m really happy that I was finally able to finish it. So I’m so sorry it took me way too long and thank you so much for being so patient, really 💘 I’ll stop rambling now! I hope you enjoy it!

*Word Count: 8.5k+

*Warnings: a few curse words, drinking, injure (sprained ankle in case this triggering), and I guess that’s it!

*Posted: October 5th, 2020.

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You could say Y/N was in trouble.

Growing up with someone right beside you will always create that invisible string that’ll keep you two together for, what some say, the rest of your life. It forms a bond so strong you can tell what they’re feeling just by a single look in their eyes and you just know exactly what to do. And if life allows you, you’ll keep them around for a long time and have them around you for every occasion, being it good or bad, but always near you to support you. And thankfully, that were the triplets for her. She met them in High School, Shawn was obsessed with music, Peter was the cute nerd that took amazing pictures and Raul was the typical bad boy and Y/N was a sweet and quiet bookworm. They met when she was asked to tutor Raul and he ended up asking her to meet him at his place, and that’s how she ended up with three best friends and a crush.

She was a bit closer to Peter since they had similar interests in general and also had similar plans on Friday nights, and they’re basically glued to the hip and everyone outside from their little bubble were one hundred percent sure they’re together somehow. And the fact that the three of them (Shawn was too busy touring the world) went to the same college didn’t exactly helped with the rumors. But in reality, the triplet that makes her heart skip a bit, her stomach to do flips and her breath to get caught on her throat was Raul. And if she was honest, how could someone honestly resist him? Girls who didn’t even know him normally wanted him, and Y/N knew him like the back of her hand and knew that behind the bad boy exterior there was the softest and biggest heart on the planet, was almost impossible to resist.

And even though she had all this feelings and felt all warm inside when he playfully winked at her, she never acted on them. Peter obviously knew about it, but she never told anyone else. Hell, she didn’t even tell him, he somehow managed to notice it.

Peter tried encouraging her to talk to him about it or do something about the whole thing, mostly because he was tired of seeing her suffering every single time she saw him with another girl, which wasn’t very uncommon. But she never did. Y/N doesn’t like comparing girls, that’s just mean, because everyone is different, and just because you don’t look like someone doesn’t mean you’re not enough or good at all, just makes you unique, but she can’t help thinking she’s not his ‘type’. Not that she noticed he has a specific body type or something, she’s just not the kind of person who would catch his eye.

It’s just he literally models on the side, goes to med school and has amazing grades, while still going on parties, having hook ups and living his best life while getting tattoos and having fun. While Y/N likes to light up a candle and read a good book on her couch, maybe with Peter while they eat some pizza and discuss from the latest thing that happened on campus to the theory of wormholes. They are close, they are friends, but they are polar opposites.

Keep reading

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pink-peony-princess · 3 years ago

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Will be posting the teaser of 'It'll be okay okay' with doctor!Shawn later tonight my time!🤗

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wholesomemendes · 4 years ago

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Popcorn & Cuddles

Mendes Triplets Au

Summary: It’s movie night at the Mendes Triplets’ house, which means lots and lots of cuddles and attention for their best friend.

Author’s Note: I couldn’t find a picture to go with this and also I’m horrible at summaries once again. This is so fluffy it hurts and I love them so much. This includes all of our favorite triplets and its just simply adorable platonic friendships. Please tell me what you think and I hope you enjoy!

The scent of popcorn filled your senses as you situated yourself on the worn down couch of the triplet’s apartment. The seat was practically molded to your usual seating position from how often you sat there, but it only added to its comfort level. You placed all of the bottles of drinks onto the coffee table as Raul plopped down next to you, television remote in hand. “Any movie suggestions?”

“Not really, I haven’t really had time to look at any of the new movies out,” you told him, taking a sip of your soda before leaning back further into the couch. Peter rounded the corner, a bright grin on his face and arms full of blankets for everyone to use. He placed one on the recliner next to the couch for Shawn to use, placing the rest on your lap so he could get comfortable on your other side. You adjusted the blankets, wrapping one around your body as Peter did the same and then handing one to Raul to put on his lap. Peter immediately made himself comfortable on your lap with his head lying across your legs, allowing your hands to take purchase in his curls like he always loved.

A loud groan was heard behind you as Shawn approached the couch, grumbling to himself when both sides of you were taken, “This isn’t fair.” He placed the popcorn on the table before plopping into the recliner, crossing his arms with a boyish pout on his lips.

“What’s got your panties all in a twist?” Raul teased, small laughter spilling out of his mouth.

Shawn gave him a hard glare still angrily sinking into the chair like a child, “How come I had to get the popcorn tonight? You guys stole the comfy spots.”

“Because I got it last week.”

“And I got it the week before that,” Peter piped up before pushing his head higher up into your hands.

“And I always get the drinks. It’s tradition for you three to rotate popcorn duty, Peter will do it next week.” The youngest triplet groaned, mumbling out a “Don’t remind me” into your lap with a disappointed look on his face.

You had known the Mendes triplets for as long as you can remember, your family moving next door to them when you were only five years old. The four of you always sat on the bus together, played with each other after school, and frequently ate dinner at each other’s houses. You had sleepovers until your parents claimed you were too old to have sleepovers together (yet you still managed to sneak into the other’s rooms to have an impromptu sleepover that was unknown to both of your parents). Next thing you knew you were growing up, helping each other through first dates, first loves, and heart aches, always being attached to each other’s side no matter where you went. When college decisions had to be made, it was easy for you all to agree to stay together, even going as far as to live within a few miles of one another once you graduated. Yes, there were disagreements here and there, but when is there not? In the end you all loved each other platonically, no hidden feelings in between anyone because you all simply clicked and the moment you had seen those little curly headed boys leave their house when you were just a toddler, you knew you would become best friends as cliche as that sounds. Now almost eighteen years later you still made time to make plans together, setting Saturday nights as the official movie night at the Mendes’ apartment. And without a doubt, whichever one of the boys had to get the popcorn that night and didn’t get to cuddle up next to you was complaining for the rest of the movie. Shawn and Raul were the worst to listen to because they’d be voicing their opinions on why the popcorn system was unfair and would bicker with each other constantly over it to rub it in the other’s face that they were on the couch and the other wasn’t. However, Peter was the worst to watch. He didn’t say much, usually just grabbing three times the amount of blankets he usually has as he curled himself into a ball in the recliner looking like a sad puppy that just wanted cuddles. It took everything in you from leaving the couch in favor of wrapping yourself around him until he smiled again, but you already knew how that would go over with the rest of the triplets. One week you even suggested that you get the popcorn and sit in the recliner so there was no more fighting. That only caused more fighting because they told you that they didn’t want to cuddle with each other, they wanted to cuddle with you, which led to Shawn and Raul insulting one another on why they wouldn’t want to lay together while Peter just clung to you like a koala from behind. You were thankful though that there were little complaints on Shawn’s end tonight besides the typical grumbling due to the long week at work you had and your desire to just relax with your best friends.

Raul switched on the first Harry Potter movie, which was never questioned on a movie night and typically led to the next few weeks being a continuation of the series, before placing the remote back on the table and throwing his right arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, letting him mindlessly play with the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of your messy bun while you did the same with Peter’s. “Your hair’s getting really long, Pete,” you whispered as the intro played, pulling his hair out to its full length.

“I know,” he mumbled into the blanket, almost half asleep from you massaging his head, “I need to get it cut soon.”

“Don’t, it’s easier to play with when it’s long.”

“My hair’s long too, you can play with it if you’d like,” Raul smirked as he grabbed your free hand to bring it up to his head.

“Nah, I think I’m good with Peter’s,” you teased, watching as he feigned offense with a hand over his heart.

“Is my hair not good enough for you?” he laughed, still trying to force your hand into his hair, “Play with my hair woman-” you glared at him- “Please?”

“Fine,” you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes before sticking your hand straight into his unruly curls. He had taken a shower prior to your arrival so there was no product in them, allowing the curls to stick out everywhere and make them even softer.

“I want my hair played with.” You turned your attention to where Shawn was whining in his seat, body slumped under a blanket.

“Next week, I promise.” The only response from him was another dissatisfied humph as he sunk down further into the recliner.

The movie progressed with you cuddled up to Raul’s side, eyes drooping shut while Peter was fast asleep in your lap, Shawn busy munching on some popcorn off to the side. The end credits rolled and Raul stretched his arms out, causing you to move slightly with an annoyed groan, as he reached out to turn the tv off. “Where are you going tonight, sweetheart?” he whispered to you, not wanting to completely wake you out of your sleepy state.

“She’s coming with me,” Shawn replied while he moved to get out of his seat, “It’s only tradition after all.” The spare room in the boys’ apartment was filled with musical equipment, painting supplies, photos Peter had taken, you name it. They could have easily made it into a guest bedroom, but seeing as you were the only one that typically stayed over, and they had a pull out couch if they really needed an extra bed, they used it as a miscellaneous room and you slept in one of their beds with them if you didn’t go home. It wasn’t like it was anything new, you guys cuddled all of the time and the triplets were very affectionate people, so it was an unspoken rule that if it got too late to go home after movie night, you stayed in the room of the triplet that didn’t get to sit next to you on the couch. You didn’t mind when they fought over your attention, you secretly loved it, always feeling so loved and protected by the boys you thought of as family.

Shawn made his way over to you, lightly shaking Peter to wake him up before scooping you up in his arms and heading for his room. He placed you down carefully under the sheets, allowing you to get comfortable against him as he laid down next to you, opening his arms up for you to squeeze into. You were almost fast asleep when the door cracked open slowly then shut again before a heavy weight made the bed on your side dip. “What are you doing? Get out of here,” you heard Shawn whisper as you cuddled further into him for warmth.

“No, the heat’s not working in my room again and I don’t feel like fixing it right now.” You quickly recognized the voice as Peter’s and the feeling of him scooting behind you, trying to wrap himself completely around you only solidified your assumption.

Raul, who had heard Peter’s door opening from next to his room, let his curiosity get the best of him as he made his way over towards the middle triplet’s room, “What’s going on in here?”

“Not you, too,” Shawn groaned, holding you tighter against him, “She’s mine.”

You giggled at his selfish nature, feeling the bed move once again. “Peter, move.”

“No, Raul, I got here first.”

“She’s in my room so technically neither of you should be in here.”

“I don’t care. Peter, move.” The youngest sighed, adjusting himself so that he was slotted between your legs towards the bottom of the bed. You turned onto your back, much to Shawn’s dismay, allowing Peter to move up your body and rest his head on your stomach. You were completely encompassed with warmth as Shawn and Raul latched onto you from both sides. All of you felt perfectly content in that moment, all snuggled up to one another and just as inseparable as the day you met.

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fallinallinshawn · 3 years ago

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To Bear The Pain | Mendes Triplets Fic

Summary: A bitter encounter with Raul leaves you reeling; you learn more about the brothers and the way they work; two words: movie night.

Warnings: swearing, angst, mention of death, Raul being Raul

A/N: part 2 is here!

The next couple weeks with the pack are strange, to say the least. Raul spends most of his time at home avoiding you or watching you so closely that you feel like you’re under investigation. He hasn’t said anything to you since the meeting, and when you try to speak to him, all you get are a series of grunts in response. When you asked Shawn about it, all he had to say was that Raul takes time to open up to new people. But that was three weeks ago and he still doesn’t seem to like you.

On Friday afternoon you’re sitting on the loveseat in the living room with a book in your hands when Raul comes in from god only knows where. He’s drenched from head to toe, and you can’t help the small snort of laughter that leaves you at the sight of him. He moves from the front door through the kitchen, he’s gone for a few minutes and you assume he must have stopped in the mud room. He then makes his way to the living room; a scowl permanently etches its way across his features once he sees you. You frown. You don’t understand why he hasn’t let up by now. Your eyes drift back down to your book, it’s one Allison let you borrow but you’re having a hard time getting into it. You can feel Raul’s eyes burning holes into the back of your head and you shift uncomfortably. “It’s rude to stare at people,” you say, heaving a deep sigh.

“It’s rude to laugh at them too,” he bites back. The first sentence he’s said to you in weeks and it’s bathed in distaste. He walks around the loveseat, plants himself on the middle of the couch, and turns on the TV. He’s dried off now and looks less like a wet dog, though his usually slicked back hair lays wild against his forehead.

You slam your book shut and place it on the coffee table separating the two of you, Raul doesn’t even flinch at the noise. You let out a low growl and set a dark gaze on Raul’s face. “Okay, what is your damage, dude? What’s your problem with me?” His failure to answer only makes you angrier by the second. “I have been here for weeks and you’re still treating me like an outsider.”

“Because you’re still acting like one!” Raul shoots back with a glare, his voice booms like thunder. He tosses the remote aside and turns to face you. “You stay to yourself; you don’t come down for breakfast or dinner, you don’t join us when we go into town, you don’t come on runs or sit in on movie nights or anything else we’ve invited you to. Allison told me that the only “conversation” you two have had is when she told you to help yourself to the books on the shelf in your room, and you didn’t even bother to thank her.” At the mention of Allison’s name, you cringe, she’s your roommate and you haven’t so much as talked to her since the first day.

Raul stands, the show he was watching on the TV plays on idly. “I guess you really don’t need anyone, do you, Y/N?” Your mouth snaps shut. “That’s what I thought.”

You sit back and watch Raul walk across the room and disappear up the stairs. You’re shocked that he had the guts to speak to you like that, and worse, that he is absolutely right. It’s been three weeks and you stay holed up in your bedroom most of the time, you sneak downstairs to eat or do laundry when you think no one else is home. Today is the first day you’ve actually sat and done anything that isn’t confined to the space you created in your room.

You sigh and shake your head, reaching for your book again. You know Shawn’s standing behind you; you knew the minute his scent filled the room. The brothers smell alike, but they each have something unique that separates them from each other―for Peter it’s mint, for Raul it’s tree sap, and for Shawn it’s cinnamon. “What do you want, Shawn?” The question leaves your lips harsher than you intended, but at this point you couldn’t care less.

Shawn moves around the loveseat and stands in front of you, his arms are folded over his chest and his forehead wrinkles in agitation. You learned early on that the Mendes triplets don’t take kindly to anyone treating the other two poorly, especially not Raul and Shawn. “Raul’s right, you know? You asked me why he treats you the way he does, well he just told you. It wasn’t easy for Raul and Peter to leave; it was even harder for them to return. But they did. I may be the one who makes the final decisions around here, but I wouldn’t do it without the approval of my brothers. It doesn’t seem like it now, but Raul is the way he is because he cares.”

You scoff, and Shawn raises his eyebrows at you. He takes a seat on the end of the coffee table and waits for you to continue. “Raul doesn’t give off the vibe of someone who cares about anything or anyone other than himself,” you say. Then quickly add, “Except you and Peter.”

“Try talking to him one of these days. It might surprise you to learn differently.”

“I’ve tried talking to him, I never get anywhere beyond a few monosyllabic grunts and glares full of disdain for my existence.”

“Have you tried talking to him without that defensive wall you put up to keep everyone out?”

“I do not put up a defensive wall,” you state, taking offence at Shawn’s words. He raises his eyebrows again and gestures between the two of you. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you realize Shawn already knows you better than you thought he did. “Oh,” you squeak.

“If you want Raul to be more trusting of you, maybe you should start by being more trusting of us. Tonight is our weekly movie night, you should come watch.” He pats your knee and stands up to leave.

“How do you do it?” you ask suddenly. Shawn stops at the foot of the stairs, waiting for you to finish. “How do you share the responsibility of leading the pack with your brothers? Especially when one of them is Raul? He doesn’t strike me as the cooperative type.”

Shawn pulls his eyebrows together and carefully considers his answer to your question, when he looks up at you again, his eyes display an emotion that you aren’t sure you’ve seen on him before―a mixture of fear and determination. He squares his shoulders and breathes in deeply. “For the longest time, my brothers and I were all each other had. It was just the three of us and our parents; Mom and Dad focused on running the pack, and we focused on being kids. There weren’t any other children here, just us. We were born; we learned; we grew―together.

“When Mom and Dad decided to move, they left this place to the three of us, we got to decide what happened to it. Raul was the first to leave, Peter followed shortly after. I stayed behind to keep the house and what was left of our pack running in case they ever decided to come home. When my brothers left, it was like parts of me left with each of them . . .”

You swallow thickly; there’s a bitter taste in your mouth at the overwhelming emotions rolling off of Shawn now. You consider telling him he doesn’t have to continue, but you don’t. You stay quiet, wondering how any of this is supposed to answer your question or help you with Raul.

You look up as Peter descends the stairs and takes his place behind Shawn, resting his right hand on his brother’s left shoulder. You study the way Shawn’s demeanour changes at Peter’s presence, his calculated expression relaxes and he leans toward his younger brother.

“Raul and I weren’t here when our parents died, Shawn was left to take care of everything himself. I made the choice to return home first, handed down leadership of my pack and never looked back. Allison was the only one who came with me.” Peter stops, shifting his gaze from you to Shawn’s face. When Shawn nods, he continues, “As the days passed, Shawn steadily became weaker and weaker. You see, Raul came home much later; the news of our parents’ death hit him a little harder and he needed extra time to sort himself out. But Shawn wasn’t getting better by just having me around, so I tracked Raul down and told him he needed to come see him. If not permanently, then at least for a visit, just to let us know he was okay. He made the decision to stay that night.”

“Raul blames himself for being why I got so sick after Mom and Dad died, he’s hard on himself because he thinks he has to make up for it. He’s hard on everyone else because he never wants to see either of us broken like that again. When I say Raul won’t trust you until you trust us, until you act like you’re one of us, I mean it.” Shawn turns to Peter and gives him a gentle nudge with his shoulder, then slips past him and heads upstairs.

“Peter, I . . .” your voice trails. You look everywhere but at the younger man across the way. What can you say? Is there anything to say? You sigh. “If I had known―”

Peter shakes his head. “Face it, Y/N, it wouldn’t matter if you knew our story or not. You decided a while ago that you’re only staying long enough for whatever happened back home to die down. You want to be here even less than Raul wants you here.”

You don’t bother denying his claim, he’s telling the truth and something tells you he’d see through any lie you try to feed him. You ball your fists.

“I suggest you reconsider whether or not you truly want a place here with us. If you don’t, then maybe you should look for help somewhere else. Shawn won’t immediately throw you out, but if you can’t figure things out with Raul . . .” Peter turns back the way he came earlier. “By the way, can I offer you some advice? Should you choose to stay, maybe start by being nicer to Allison. If Raul doesn’t take kindly to people treating me and Shawn with disrespect, imagine how much that extends to his girlfriend.”

Your head snaps up in time to see Peter’s retreating form vanish into the darkness at the top of the stairs.

The rest of the day flies by without incident, and you retire to your room. After your discussion with the brothers, you wanted to give yourself time to reflect on everything that had been said. You hadn’t realized how hard leading an entire pack of wolves could be, let alone having to do so because the people you were supposed to be learning from had died.

You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you don’t notice the door opening and closing, nor do you hear when Allison quietly greets you from across the room. It isn’t until you roll over to look for where you left your book that you even see the other girl perched on the end of her bed.

Peter’s warning returns, you flinch. “H-hey, Allison. Just getting in? How was work?”

She doesn’t immediately respond, surprised to hear you speak to her. She stares at you blankly trying to decide if she should take the bait or leave it be; you see in her eyes when her decision is made. Allison shuffles to the foot of her bed so she’s close by and flops down onto the mattress.

“Work fucking sucked.” You’re a little surprised by her candour. She stares at you again and you both erupt into a fit of giggles. It’s the first time you’ve said more than two words to each other, you like her.

You reach in the drawer of your nightstand and pull out a pack of gummy worms, you hold it out to her with a smile. “Tell me about it?”

Allison’s face lights up. She digs into the gummy worms and scowls. “Men,” she says abruptly. Another laugh leaves her.

“Men.” You nod. You don’t tell her Raul is who comes to mind when you say it, you just sit there boldly offering your support in quiet solidarity. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

A knock sounds at your bedroom door. You and Allison have been so wrapped up in your conversation, neither of you have bothered to venture downstairs. You’re not sure what time it is, but a quick glance out the window lets you know it’s after sunset―the sky is a brilliant watercolour painting as the sun dips below the horizon.

“Ali?” Raul’s voice filters through the door. “I didn’t know you were home.”

Allison looks over at you and blushes. She scrambles off of her bed and opens the door; Raul is standing rigidly in the hallway, the fire of worry burns bright in his eyes. He glances over Allison’s shoulder and spots you sitting there. He’s immediately defensive of the girl in front of him.

“Everything okay?”

“Mmhm.” Allison steps into Raul’s arms, melts against his chest and sighs. The tension she’s been carrying since before arriving home, dissipates the moment she presses against Raul��s strong frame. “We were just talking, and lost track of time. Sinto muito, Raul.”

Raul hums softly and noses into her hair. “Está tudo bem. Eu só vim para ter certeza de que você está bem.”

“Obrigado, meu amor.”

“Dinner will be done soon. It’s movie night, Shawn’s pick.”

Allison smiles at the gentle kiss Raul places on the back of her hand as he steps back. “We’ll be there.”

When she closes the door again, you stare blankly up at her.

“What?” she asks, tilting her head to one side.

“I― He― What the hell was that?” you say, taken aback by Raul’s gentle display of affection.

Allison laughs at your reaction. “He’s not all bad, you know? You just have to get to know him.”

“Get to know hi―”

“I know. Crazy, right? He wasn’t always such a tough, rough-around-the-edges guy. He’s always been sweet, but he used to be a little softer. But that was before―“

Allison’s abrupt pause hangs in the air. She looks as if she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She blanches. “Shit. I shouldn’t have― it’s not my story to tell.”

You blink. Oh. You reach forward and squeeze her hand reassuringly, giving her a soft smile. “It’s okay. Peter and Shawn told me earlier. I― can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for them, for Raul . . . How awful.”

Allison swallows and squeezes your hand in return. “Thanks. Come on, let’s head down before Shawn sends the boys up to retrieve us.”

“What, like an escort to supper?” You snort back a laugh.

“Exactly an escort to supper,” she deadpans.

Your eyes go wide, you scramble off of your bed and throw the door open. “Shit.”

After dinner, you join the pack in cleaning the kitchen. Talk has been sparse since you walked in the room, everyone shocked and surprised by your attendance. You spent the evening nestled between Allison and Sasha at the table, across from Shawn, and even joined in conversation when directed at you. You could feel Raul’s gaze burning holes in your skin for the duration of the meal, but did your best to ignore it.

Now, on the sofa, smooshed between the arm and Raul’s side, you wait for the movie to start. Allison peeks over at you from where she sits snuggled into the oldest triplet’s lap and gives you a thumbs up. You feel the uncertainty and hesitation to trust you rolling off of him in waves, but do your best to remain as calm and relaxed as possible.

“It’s Shawn’s turn to pick the movie and he chose . . .” Peters voice trails off as he unfolds the small slip of paper Shawn handed to him on their way into the living room, “. . . Zombieland?”

“Zombieland, Shawn, are you serious?” Chris asks to your left on the loveseat.

Shawn playfully flashes his canines and the pack erupts into a fit of laughter. It’s so weird seeing them all loose and without a care, very different from your first day with them.

“All right, all right. Peter, start the movie.”

The youngest brother does as told and skips his way back to the loveseat next to Chris. You’re taken by surprise when the taller man shifts to rest his back against the arm of the two-seater, and extends his legs forward, allowing Peter to settle in between them against his chest. They feel you staring and turn to face you; Chris’s eyes flash protectively, and Peter stares back at you with a questioning gaze of his own.

Raul stiffens beside you. “Is there a problem here?” His inquiry raises everyone’s attention, and Shawn leans forward to see you around Allison’s tiny frame. The room stills, the air grows cold. You realize you’ve made an unintended error when you feel vibration coursing through Raul’s body and into your own―a warning growl.

Quick thinking has you reaching behind you for one of the three pillows tucked behind your back, and the small blanket folded on the back of the couch behind your head. You offer the items to the men next to you with what you hope is a friendly smile.

To Chris, you say, “I fell asleep on the loveseat earlier, that arm is uncomfortable.” And hand him the pillow. To Peter, “I noticed you rubbing your arms. Temperature is supposed to drop some more, here.”

The duo does little by way of responding, except to take the pillow and blanket from you with a nod. You can’t believe how close you came to your reaction starting something horrible on movie night. You turn to Raul.

“I’m not as much of a bitch as you think, I am. I’ll prove it to you someday.”

He huffs and returns his nose to the crown of Allison’s head; movie night begins.

Halfway through the movie everyone decides to take a break to refill their snacks or use the bathroom, and you offer to help Shawn in the kitchen. You’re standing at the stove making another batch of homemade hot cocoa when you’re enveloped in a cocoon of cinnamon. You hum softly in spite of yourself, and return to stirring the pot in hopes he hasn’t noticed.

“Want to tell me what that was all about before?” he asks easily.

You sigh. Of course, he’d want to talk to you about your display with his brother. “I knew Peter was dating someone, I just didn’t know or expect it to be Chris.”

“Why? Because they’re both men?”

You breathe out sharply through your nose. “No. Because they don’t seem like it. They don’t do what normal couples do.”

Shawn raises his eyebrows. “Normal couples?”

His proximity is flustering, you know this won’t end well if he continues to be so close. You take a step back and busy yourself refilling the pack’s mugs. “You know, they’re not as openly affectionate. Take Raul and Allison, he has no problem hugging her, kissing her, touching her hand or hair in front of me. I never see things like that from Peter or Chris, that’s all. I was just surprised to see him dating someone within the pack.”

Shawn’s quiet, uncomfortably so, for too long. When you turn to face him, he’s gone. You hadn’t noticed him leave and wonder if it was something you said. You shake the uneasiness from your mind and carry the tray back into the living room. Movie night resumes without another hitch.

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someoneunimportantxx · 5 years ago

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Omg yes

Emotions | Raul Mendes

Calm.

It was too calm in the house.

You practically tiptoed in the door, eyes darting back and forth in search of some sort of noise. Raul was a loud person. Out of the Mendes Triplets, anyone would guess Shawn would be the loud one, but that couldn’t be any more wrong.

Peter was the quiet one by default, he spent his time with his thoughts. Shawn spent his time with his words, noise mixing in in the form of guitar strings. Raul spent his time with his noise. He liked to listen to music loud. He liked to work on his bike in the garage. He liked to laugh loud, to play games and cuss wildly into his headset.

Entering a calm house that belonged to Raul was like walking into a warzone. You knew something was wrong, and you braced yourself for the impact you were about to receive.

You turned the corner and found him sitting in the living room. He was looking at his phone, the TV was off, the light wasn’t even on.

“Raul?” You spoke softly.

He looked up, face red in anger, knuckles white from his grip on his phone.

“What?” He spits, as if the taste of the words is the most disgusting thing in the world.

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softboywriting · 4 years ago

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Puppy Pile | Werewolf AU | Mendes Triplets AU

Summary: You don’t feel well and get cuddled by the three Mendes boys to make you feel better. [werewolf au] [platonic cuddling] [fluff]

Word Count: 675

|Masterlist In Bio|

Cuddling with three alphas may be the best thing to ever come out of moving into the pack house with your friend Sam. You were wary, being the only girl and a human but surprisingly no one has made a pass at you. Though it shouldn't be surprising, it just means the Mendes pack have decent men living with them and not pigs.

You quickly hit it off with the Mendes boys, well, men. They're far from boys. Each well over six feet and at least a hundred and a half pounds or more, they're well grown alphas. Each one has their quirks, their things that make your heart flutter and stop from time to time. You made a decision early on, to not let things get further than platonic cuddling. You didn't want to be the center of a fight, the reason someone leaves. You're just temporary, living here because Sam has an extra bed in his room and you cannot afford an apartment right now.

So how you ended up with a bed full of alphas is a funny story. It's not even your bed, it's actually Shawn's. You were feeling down, tired, exhausted and in pain from your monthly cycle. Shawn happened to be home at the time sensed your unease and came to the rescue. He offered up his room since it's the warmest at the middle of the house and Sam's bedroom was the coldest, being at the back corner where the west wind relentlessly blows against the house.

You took him up on the offer and curled up in his bed to sleep. It wasn't long before you were joined by Shawn himself, the bed sinking in behind you. His heat radiates through to your skin, his arm circles your waist and you melt into him. It's nice, his weight across your waist feels good.

No more than half an hour later you wake up to the bed moving, this time on the left. You open your eyes to find Peter kneeling in front of you, pulling back the blankets. "What's up?" You ask groggily.

Peter takes his glasses off and sets them behind him on the bedside table. "You're not feeling well. I came to help."

He moves around, getting himself situated and snuggled against you, arm beside Shawn's across your chest. He's just as warm as Shawn and you decide to lay on your back so you aren't facing Peter head on.

Sleep quickly resumes it's spell on you and you close your eyes, well warmed from the two wolves at your sides. It doesn't last long, voices, soft and gentle wake you up. It's Peter and then Shawn speaking, whispering as if not to wake you. You open your eyes now for the third time and you feel a little annoyed. You're not getting much rest with all these interruptions.

"I want to help too." Raul says and you realize he's at the end of the bed staring at the pile before him.

"No room." Peter grumbles.

"You're too late." Shawn says annoyed.

Raul huffs and crawls between your legs. You shift your legs open and he lays down, head on your tummy. "Hi," he purrs, looking up at you with a smile.

"Hello Raul." You giggle and run a hand over his hair.

"Is this okay?" He asks, pressing his cheek into your soft belly. "Or is it uncomfortable?"

"It's just fine."

"Big baby." Shawn mumbles to Raul and receives a kick in his shin.

You lift your free hand and cup Shawn's jaw. "No fighting."

Peter chuckles.

"Yes ma'am." Shawn mumbles and tries to scoot you closer to him.

Raul yawns. "We should do this more often. It feels like you're part of the pack like this."

You close your eyes and smile, heart full of love for these guys. "Maybe I could be part of the pack."

Peter noses your neck. "Say the word and you can be."

"Easy now big guy." You chuckle softly. "Let's just get through this nap first."

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End

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wondershawns · 4 years ago

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Friction [R.M.]

A/N: I got reminded of this request by an anon this morning and I felt inspired so I actually managed to write the whole thing. A good old ennemies (rivals) to lovers with Raul.

Word count: 3506

Warning: Smut

“I need one of you to assist me on the valve replacement,” Doctor Odell said as she checked the patient’s blood test results one last time.

“I’ll do it!” You jumped in before Raul had a chance to speak, and his eyes shot daggers at you.

“Alright, Mendes you’re in the ER. You get to be on whichever case you pick in there,” She gave him and he beamed, standing taller with a knowing smirk on his lips now that your smile had turned into a frown.

Sure, you were going to be in surgery for a valve replacement, but you had assisted on one of them before. Being in the emergency room meant getting the craziest and usually best cases. Raul smiled sweetly at you and rose his eyebrows in victory, turning away to the ER where he’d probably find some patient who had a crazy accident and would stay in surgery for hours with him.

It wasn’t that they wished for people to be hurt, of course. There was nothing worse than losing a patient, but since people were going to get hurt anyway everyone just hoped it’d be an interesting case to work on.

Your rivalry with Raul started on the first day you met at the hospital. You were both first to arrive and barely exchanged names before the rest of the group arrived and you were given a tour. The chief of surgery took you around while asking questions, you and Raul fought to answer.

It was a competitive field, even when you were students in the safety of a university only the best made it, and you had to be at the top to pick the hospital you’d do your internship at. Now that you were in, you had to remain at the top to pick the field you would work in. You and Raul were both first in your respective classes, you were used to being the best and being a bit of a teacher’s pet, but it was stubbornness that brought you to where you were.

You thought the rivalry might be playful, sure you wanted to be first but there were plenty of things to do in the hospital. Things only got serious when you found out he wanted to be on the neurology service, that had been your goal since you started medical school. You wouldn’t let him win, his pretty face might have allowed him to bat his lashes at people to get what he wanted through his life but it wouldn’t work with you.

Being the best meant you were the two who got the most cases. Your attitudes helped you make sure no one would step on your toes, but whenever you thought you were improving Raul was right there fighting harder to stay on the same level.

“How was the replacement?” He asked as he walked past you at your locker, opening his own to find his clothes.

“It went great,” You grumbled, knowing that if he was that happy it meant he had something to boast about.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I did today? That’s not very polite,”

“What did you do today Raul?” You played into his game without looking at him, you removed your scrubs and quickly replaced them with your clothes.

“I,” He grinned. “Got an injured cyclist with a massive brain hemorrhage, and I performed the whole surgery on him by myself,” He had a proud smirk on his face, you couldn’t believe he got a solo brain surgery but you knew he wouldn’t lie about it.

“And what state is he in now?” You slammed your locker closed and watched him zip up his jeans, still shirtless. The whole thing made frustration bubble inside of you, why did it always seem that anything he wanted fell right into his hands? You did your best not to stare at his naked chest, Raul knew he was gorgeous, his body was pure art and his tattoos enhanced that. He made women flustered constantly, you wouldn’t let him see he affected you too.

“He’s got his full cognitive abilities and still moves his toes,” He pulled his shirt over his head, and when he got to look at you again your confident look had fallen for one of shock. “See you tomorrow, honey,” He walked past you close enough to let you feel his body heat, and you fell down to sit on one of the benches as soon as he was gone.

He was winning this, but you were far from done fighting.

You got back at him the next day when he remained with Doctor Odell in cardiology and you scored the rest of the week with Rayer in neurology. You gave him a little wave and a wink when you walked past him, the lead surgeon you were working with a couple of steps ahead of you. Raul’s response glare gave you the most satisfying feeling.

You got your first solo surgery in neurology too. Since Raul had gotten his and you were both the best, Doctor Rayer had decided you could get one too. It was exciting and stressful, but you didn’t let any of your satisfaction break you away from your concentration.

“Good job, you’re clipping an aneurysm on your own tomorrow,” He told you as soon as you were out of the OR.

“Really?” You tried not to sound too excited, but your grin gave you away.

“Unless you don’t want to, I’m sure Mendes can take over,” He teased you a little but you knew he was serious. The second either of you messed up the other would win first place.

“No! No I’ll do it,” You nodded quickly, already itching to get another brain surgery.

You were beaming that evening in the locker room, everyone was getting ready to go home and a few of you were grabbing some drinks in the bar across the hospital. Your rivalry with Raul didn’t stop you both from being friends with the rest of the interns, when you weren’t working you could almost get along.

The whole thing was a joke for the three people you tended to hang out with the most, two of them were guys who hit it off on the first day when they decided they wanted to do completely different things. It was the opposite of you and Raul, except they were fine with being considered average while you two sucked up all of the attention. Marie was the only girl you were close with, you were a minority in the middle of the other interns and she was the only one who didn’t look at you with disdain because you were always putting yourself first.

She understood it was the only way for you to fight your way to the top, it didn’t mean you were inconsiderate of others, you would never want to cause harm to anyone, but the way you managed to get every case and cool surgery made the others jealous. Successful women always annoyed people. Most of the guys thought the same thing, they didn’t like you at all, but a few of them still tried to get in your pants.

It was lonely at times, you had friends outside of the hospital but none that could understand the amount of pressure you were under. Your little group of five was good enough, Raul was insufferable at work but he was an okay person outside of it. He understood you the most because he was the same.

“You got a solo surgery?” Allan’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, he got to do more than just assist but he was never the one leading the surgery. None of the interns were.

“I got one yesterday,” Raul took a swig of his beer, acting like it wasn’t a huge deal because he was obviously jealous of you. He didn’t even get to tell everyone he was first before you caught up to him.

“Yeah, it was really cool,” You were still on a high from it, it was your first taste of what you wanted to achieve. “I’m getting another one tomorrow,”

“What?” Raul almost spat out his drink. “With Rayer?”

“Yes, I’m on his service for the rest of the week at least,” You revealed the extent of it and his jaw clenched.

“I’m in pediatrics for the next three days,” Maria knew she wouldn’t see them as much because that area was a little more secluded so that the kids wouldn’t run around every service.

“Yeah, I’m with you,” Raul’s eyes were dark when he looked at you but you knew better than to be scared of his attitude. Instead, you smiled.

“Have fun,”

“You two need to fuck this out of your systems,” Victor shook his head, tired of watching you both like this. It was playful when it started but as it went the sexual tension between both of you grew so much that everyone could feel it.

You dismissed it and Raul scoffed, as if the idea disgusted you both.

You stole glances at each other through the whole night, thinking of every ‘what if?’ that could make you both end up in a bed together. You didn’t want your friends to win but you had to admit there was pent up sexual tension, especially since you were both far too busy fighting your way to the top to have time for other people.

You sat at the bar for a while to have a beer, but as you all got hungry you decided to move to a booth for a burger and some fries. You were all too lazy to go home and cook, and Allan used your first solo surgery as an excuse to celebrate while Raul grumbled a reminder that he got his yesterday too.

You ended up squeezing in first, him following right after you while the other three sat across. It was a tight fit for them, even Raul was close to you so the three of them ended up a little squished. You tried to hide your surprise when Raul’s fingers brushed your thigh. His legs were spread open just enough for his knee to touch yours, and he let the tips of his fingers run along your skin over your jeans.

You shivered in delight, glancing down at his hand for a second. It was so big compared to yours, a large warm palm that you didn’t doubt would feel like heaven holding your hip and long talented fingers you knew could work absolute wonders. Raul turned his head to look at you for a moment when he let them trail closer to your inner thigh, he watched the way you bit the inside of your lip and spread your legs a little wider for him.

He took the invitation, his teasing growing bolder while you gave him a daring look to see how far he would take it. Casual conversation continued with the rest of the group, you weren’t bothered enough for it to be visible yet although your cheeks were growing redder by the second.

Raul traced circles on your inner thigh and gradually came closer to your centre, going slow to frustrate you but also to make sure you knew what his intentions were before he made any move. You caught his hand in yours before he made it all the way to your core, you were already dripping but you spotted the waiter coming over with the burgers you were sure were for your table.

He licked his lips and turned his palm up to squeeze your hand for a second, signalling that he was far from done with you before he brought both hands up over the table to eat. You did the same thing, all you could do while you ate was have your legs touch, and it was far from enough for either of you.

At some point during the meal Raul eased back into his seat, taking a drink of his water while his hand fell back down on your inner thigh. This time he didn’t hesitate to press his finger right against you to rub your pussy over your jeans. You jolted in your seat and passed it off as a cough, closing your legs to get rid of his hand while a cocky smirk spread on his lip.

Bastard.

You waited for him to pick up the half of the burger he had left and bite into it to bring your hand to his cock, cupping him firmly and feeling him hardening under your touch. He choked on his food, getting worried looks from all of your friends.

“Dude, you okay?” Victor chuckled at the way he had to cough.

“Yeah, just swallowed that wrong,” Raul made up an excuse and you patted his shoulder condescendingly.

“Don’t worry, you’re in a bar full of doctors, we all know the heimlich,” You teased him and went back to your food, proud of the effect you had.

It was all fun and games until the plates were gone from the table and Raul’s hand was free to roam underneath it. He popped the button of your jeans open and slid his hand underneath them, the zipper sliding open as he went. He decided to go straight past your panties when he saw you spread your legs far apart to make it easier for him, and his cock twitched when he got feel how wet you were. He did that to you.

You tried to erase yourself from the conversation so that you wouldn’t have to struggle to reply, you had a hard enough time holding back noises from the way Raul was swirling his fingers over your clit. He wished he could push his hands further down to get to push his fingers inside of you, and you cursed yourself for wearing jeans that tight.

You felt feverish, your whole body was heating up and you knew you’d be too far gone soon. You held Raul’s wrist once more, the warmth of his skin against yours sending a shiver down your spine. He froze his movements, waiting to see what you wanted, and he pulled his hand out of your jeans when you tugged on it.

He wished he could suck the wetness off his fingers to find out how sweet you tasted, but you were still in public, so he wiped his hand over his leg instead.

“I should probably head home,” You closed your jeans and ran your clammy hands over your thighs. “I want to take some time to go over tomorrow’s surgery,”

“Yeah makes sense,” Allan nodded. “We should probably all go,”

You all set enough money on the table to cover your meals and leave a generous tip before Raul got up, letting you out as the others slid out of the booth and finally got some space.

“Bye guys,” You waved at them when you all separated to go to your cars, Raul was the only one still walking with you because you had parked close to each other when you arrived this morning.

“Do you really need to study that surgery?” He asked, spotting his car a few steps away.

“Not really, no,” You admitted, gasping a second later when he seized your arm and pulled you until your back was against his car. His hand was set right by your head, and his face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin.

“You know,” He lodged his knee between your legs, satisfaction coursing through him when you parted them to let him come closer. “They’re not wrong when they say we should probably fuck this out of our systems,”

“And you’re planning on doing that in a parking lot against your car?” You cocked your head to the side, a daring look in your eyes.

“I was thinking inside the car,” He chuckled his free hand travelling down your side to grip your hip. “I’m feeling a little impatient, but I guess I can drive back to my place,”

“How about both?”

A minute later Raul was in the driver’s seat, moving it all the way back to make space for you. You climbed on top of him a little awkwardly until you were settled straddling him.

“Lean back,” You asked, already out of breath, and he inched the seat backwards so that you’d have room not to hit your head every time you moved.

“Wait,” He grunted as he pushed himself up to open the glove compartment. He grabbed a condom out of it and put it down in the passenger seat.

“You done?” You asked, rolling your hips to rub yourself against him, and a pleasured groan was all you got in response.

“Take them off,” He tugged at your jeans, and you tried to figure out how to do that best.

You ended up rolling off him to sit in the passenger seat, grabbing the condom and handing it to him so that he could take care of it. You got rid of your jeans and panties completely, leaving them on the floor while he pushed his clothes down his legs.

The sight of his hard cock made your mouth water. If you weren’t so desperate to feel him inside of you you’d love nothing more than to suck him off. You let him roll the condom all the way down his length before you came back on his lap, your wet pussy rubbing right against him for a couple of rolls of your hips.

“Fuck,” He lifted your shirt to hold your waist, panting slightly when you reached down to place him at your entrance.

You sank down on him slowly, biting your lip to quiet a whine while you stared right into his eyes. Raul’s cheeks were flushed, he was completely gone before it even started. You leaned forward with your hands on his shoulders to bounce on him, struggling with the limited space of the car.

“Let me,” Raul held your hips still after you had moved up, his feet were firmly planted on the floor and he thrusted up to fill you.

“You feel so fucking good,” You moaned quietly as he settled into a rhythm, picking a fast pace but still taking the time to keep his thrusts long and hard.

The blissful expression on your face made him twitch deep inside of you, you looked completely fucked, any hint of an attitude erased from your eyes to be replaced by pure pleasure. He was aware he probably didn’t look any different, this was the only thing that didn’t bring out any rivalry between you, it was something you both wanted together.

You were dripping over his cock, the coil in your stomach tightening quickly. The anticipation from the whole night had gotten you worked up to a point where you knew you’d come embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Raul’s cock was throbbing, feeling every clench of your pussy when he hit your sweet spot, and he glanced down at your lips for a second. You still hadn’t kissed. He could easily do it, your face was just an inch away from his, you were panting against each other. Would that be too intimate? Sure, you were already fucking, but kisses could mean more.

He didn’t have to make the decision when you pressed your lips to his to hide a moan. His rhythm faltered for a second and he whimpered into your mouth, parting his lips to tease your tongue. Everything about you was fucking perfect and he didn’t know how much longer he could last.

You couldn’t hold back a noise when his hand snuck between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit, and Raul kissed you harder. You bit his bottom lip in response, pulling a beautiful moan out of him that vibrated through your whole body before you came all over his cock.

Your whole body went tight under his touch, making you fall forward with your head buried in his neck while he gave you a few more hard thrusts, snapping his hips faster to ride you through your orgasm and get himself to finish right after you.

He emptied himself in the condom, quiet moans falling from his lips as he rolled his lips a couple more times before falling back into his seat. You let him slip out of you and sat yourself back down in his lap, leaving your head on his shoulder for a few seconds so that you could catch your breath.

“Fuck, that was long overdue,” He groaned, his hands rubbing over your ass slowly to feel the curves of your body.

“Uh uh,” You nodded, peeling yourself off him and climbing off his lap to make it to the passenger seat. “So, are we going back to your place or what?”

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