#if you wanna stare at the clock like a weenie

[feministshawnmendes]

Tortillas

A/N: heyyy ok so this is unedited so sorry if it’s trash but I thought this was a cute concept and I haven’t ready any/I don’t know of any fics with a Mexican reader but if you know of any send them my way! I hope you enjoy this!!

summary: Shawn and y/n have been friends for a while but y/n always seems to be in a relationship or getting over one. Who knew cooking tortillas could change things for them?

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“You said I couldn’t mess it up!” He exclaimed with a chuckle.

“I know but I guess I really underestimated how bad you are at cooking,” She replied, bumping his hip with hers as she took over and took a chunk of masa from the huge bowl she’d made. She’d been making tortillas for years, watching her abuela roll out a dozen in under five minutes like it was nothing. She could practically do it in her sleep. Shawn sighed, wiping away the dough crumbs that had stuck to his fingers into the bowl.

“What can I do, then?” He asked, setting a hand on his hip as he watched her expertly roll out tortillas like it was nothing.

“Stand there and look pretty?” She suggested with a teasing smirk, making him roll his eyes playfully at her, a smile of his own working its way onto his face.

“Come on! I wanna help,” he urged, pulling on the apron she was wearing. “I said I wanted a home cooked meal but I didn’t mean I wanted you to do all the work.”

“You’re a terrible cook. You should have known this was gonna end this way, dude” She laughed, finishing off the last tortilla, grabbing the now empty bowl and tossing it into her sink.

Shawn had called her at 8 o’clock at night to ask if she wanted to hang out, knowing full well that she had to work the next day but of course she couldn’t resist his sweet voice and pleading words. She’d asked if he wanted to order take in but he’d suggested cooking at her place, apparently he was feeling rather adventurous. She didn’t have much in her kitchen, she’d told him, besides some Mexican ingredients that she always had lying around. He eagerly suggested tacos, asking her if she’d teach him how to make tortillas. She loved how eager Shawn was to learn new things and normally she’d be all in for teaching him but things had been a little different lately and as much as she wanted to spend time with him, she was dreading spending hours with him. She’d known Shawn for a couple years, the two had met at an event for young writers in LA. Andrew had introduced the two, telling Shawn he’d read some of the poetry and articles y/n had written and that he thought the two should meet. They’d become fast friends, sharing their work with each other and giving each other honest feedback. But she so predictably developed feelings for him and she was still trying to figure out how to navigate their friendship now that things had changed for her.

“Let me help please,” he begged, jutting out his bottom lip as she turned on one of the burners and set a pan down on top of it.

“Fine you big baby. God,” she muttered. “We just have to wait for the pan to heat up and then we can start cooking them”

Shawn smiled smugly, making y/n roll her eyes as she took off her apron and threw it onto the counter. Shawn smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he took in her appearance. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts, her dark hair coming out from her ponytail, white powder from the masa on her cheek.

“What?” She laughed after he’d kept staring at her, her cheeks burning as his smile widened and he let out a small laugh. He shook his head and shrugged.

“You’re just incredibly cute is all,” He smiled, making her heart turn to mush as the color in her cheeks gave her embarrassment away. She smiled back at him, shaking her head as she smoothed down her messy hair.

“Shut up,” She mumbled, putting her hand over the pan to see if it was hot enough yet. “It’s 11 o clock at night and I look gross”

“A little,” He said with a teasing smile, making her mouth drop open in fake offense. “But still cute”

“Wooow I cook for you and you’re over here insulting me?” She smiled, kicking herself for not being able to even pretend to be a little mad at him. She hated how easy it was for him to get a smile out of her, her cheeks permanently tinted pink when he was around her. He had to have known how she felt. She wasn’t sure if her feelings had slowly developed but it felt like they’d just smashed right into her one day. They’d been hanging out at his place one night, Shawn sharing some of the lyrics he was working on before she shared some of the poetry she was in the middle of writing. Something about the way he smiled at her, his head tilted and his eyes scanning hers had made her heart skip a beat in a new way. He’d hugged her goodbye that night, this time his arms wrapping around her waist as he squeezed her. It all felt different and she assumed that she was just tired and that her feelings would fade but they didn’t. So here she was, cooking tortillas for him and praying he didn’t figure her out.

“I said you were cute too,” He laughed, watching as y/n took one of the tortillas she’d already rolled out, throwing it onto the hot pan in front of her.

“Mmm,” She hummed. “Never insult the cook, Mendes. I could poison you or worse burn your tortilllas”

“Let me help!” Shawn practically whined, bumping y/n’s hip with his like she’d done to him earlier. She let out a low groan, bumping his hip back.

“Fine fine fine just let me finish this one,” She said, watching as the tortilla slowly rose up, the smell filling her nostrils and instantly sparking sweet memories.

“Can I flip it?” Shawn asked excitedly, his smile wide as he watched it puff up. Y/n smiled back, setting a hand on her hip.

“Only if you use your hands,” She laughed.

“Won’t I burn my fingers?” Shawn asked with concern, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched y/n so casually pick up the tortilla in the pan and flip it. His lips parted slightly in shock as she laughed at his expression.

“Maybe but you’re a weenie if you let that stop you,” She answered.

“You always use your hands?”

“Yeah. Real Mexicans always use their hands. It’s a fact.”

“Okay let me do the next one,” Shawn said, as y/n transferred the now fully cooked tortilla into the tortillero (tortilla warmer) next to her. She grabbed an uncooked tortilla and passed it to Shawn, watching as he carefully placed it into the hot pan and stared at it with as much focus as he could. She smiled, the apples of her cheeks burning even more as her stomach swirled with affection. He was so cute when he was concentrating.

“Fuck okay I’m gonna flip it,” He breathed. “It looks ready. Do you think it’s ready?”

“Yeah go for it,” She said gently, brushing past him to tend to the frijoles on the burner next to him that she’d started making earlier. He let out a heavy breath, y/n’s eyes glued on him as she stirred the beans and watched him stick his hand in the pan and grab the edge of the tortilla.

“Holy fuck,” he cursed as he flipped it quickly, grabbing his wrist and looking down at his fingers. “That’s so fucking hot. How do you do that? You do that every time without a spatula?”

“Yeah you just kinda get used to it,” She laughed. He cursed underneath his breath, grabbing the tortilla and quickly tossing it in with the other one. He looked down at his slightly pink fingers, making y/n roll her eyes as she stifled a laugh. She put the lid of the pot the frijoles were in back on, letting her hip rest against the door handle of her oven.

“Are you okay, baby boy?” She asked with a playful smirk, making him lift his gaze to her. She laughed as he narrowed her eyes at her. She rolled her eyes yet again, setting her hand on his arm and pushing him aside so she could finish the rest of the tortillas. She threw another one in the pan as Shawn watched her, a small smile playing on his face as she mouthed the words to the song that was playing. He’d completely forgotten that there was music playing, too focused on trying not to completely fuck up on cooking.

After she’d cooked all the tortillas and was getting ready to grab plates for them, y/n noticed Shawn was looking down at his tender fingers again, making her smile. Before she could comprehend fully what she was doing, she moved over to him, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

“You’re fine,” She laughed, her grip making his skin burn as she peered up at him with beaming eyes and a bright smile. He’d been completely smitten with her the entire time he’d known her but everything about her seemed distant no matter how close they were. She was always in a relationship or wasn’t ready to be in another one for a while. He had tried his best to hide his feelings but he couldn’t help but wonder if she knew. Her knowing smirks always seemed to hold a secret message but maybe he was just hoping she knew. She had to have known at least how much he cared about her. He wasn’t willing to embarrass himself in the kitchen for anyone. He stared at her as her face softened, a lump of nerves forming in his throat.

“It hurts still,” He muttered, frowning at her.

“Here,” She muttered, her grip on his wrist loosening a little as she brought his hand to her mouth, her breath hitting his fingertips before she pressed her lips gently against them, making a blush break out on Shawn’s face. She smiled up at him, letting go of his hand as he tried to steady his breathing. “Better?”

Shawn nodded, smiling as he gulped nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. He pressed his lips together as she spun around and grabbed two plates from her cabinet, handing him one. She hummed to herself as she piled food onto both of their plates, Shawn’s soft gaze fixed on her as she unknowingly made his chest flutter. She’d been out of a relationship for almost eight months now and he’d been alone for a long time, unintentionally waiting for her. Watching her smile up at him as she set a tortilla on his plate felt so domestic yet so comfortable and he wondered if she thought the same thing.

“Hot sauce?” She asked, bringing him out of his trance. He nodded. “Are you sure...it’s really spicy”

“I’m sure I can handle it,” He smirked, making her roll her eyes as she poured the red liquid over his tacos.

“God you’re so annoying,” She muttered, pouring an excessive amount of hot sauce on her own food. Shawn’s eyes widened.

“There’s no way you can handle that much and I can’t,” He laughed, making her halt her movements as she furrowed her eyebrows at him. He took the bottle from her hand, practically drowning his food in hot sauce.

“Oh my god. It’s not a competition,” She laughed, shaking her head as she turned around and headed over to her couch, carefully sitting down and placing her plate in her lap. Shawn followed suit, plopping down next to her.

“Oh but it is, honey” He smiled, watching as she rolled her eyes and picked up her taco.

“You’re so dumb. You’re not going to be able to finish that,” she said before taking a bite of her taco. Shawn smiled at her with a challenging expression.

“Ok lets make a deal,” he started.

“Oh good god,” She muttered.

“You haven’t even heard what I’m gonna say!” He laughed.

“I know but it’s you. Go ahead,” She sighed dramatically, watching him roll his eyes at her playfully.

“If I finish you have to...” he trailed, her eyes locked with his as she gave him an expectant look. He smiled. “Uhh...shit. I don’t know”

“HAHA woooow,” She laughed, shaking her head as she continued eating her food.

“I’ll figure it out but I’m gonna finish it and it’s gonna be a piece of cake,” He said with confidence, digging into his food. Y/n’s eyes watched him as the heat set in, his cheeks turning a dark pink as he coughed. She smiled a tight lipped smile, shaking her head as she wordlessly continued eating.

Shawn had finished half his plate, his eyes watery, his face flushed and his nose running when he stopped, his lips curving into a smile as y/n finished her food. She looked up at him, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. He looked absolutely miserable but he was giving her a shit-eating grin and it made her stomach churn a little, his eyes locked with hers.

“What?” She trailed hesitantly, setting her plate on the coffee table in front of her.

“I got it,” He laughed airily. “If I finish you have to watch Harry Potter with me tonight”

“Oh my god noooo!” She groaned, rolling her eyes and falling back into the sofa.

“Oh my god yeeees!” He mocked her, making her nudge his knee with her foot as she frowned at him. He laughed, taking a huge bite of his taco, sniffling as his nose continued to run.

“Ugh fine but only one movie. I have to work tomorrow,” She bargained.

“Deal,” he smiled victoriously, coughing before shoving the rest of his taco in his mouth. Y/n shook her head, grabbing the blanket from the back of the sofa and draping it over her body. She grabbed her phone from the coffee table and scrolled through social media, ignoring Shawn as he continued to suffer through the heat from his food.

An hour later y/n and Shawn were sat on her sofa, 30 minutes into the first Harry Potter movie. Shawn had been trying to get y/n, who had never seen the movies but only read the books, to watch the movies for years but she always refused. Her excuse was that she wanted to keep the magic of the books alive and didn’t want to be disappointed by the movies. But here she was, completely engulfed in the movie, her blanket all the way up to her nose as she watched with excitement in her eyes. He loved being with her. Just watching her cute facial expressions, hearing her voice. Being with her always felt so natural.

“I’m cold,” She shuttered, burying herself deeper underneath her blanket.

Shawn was on the opposite end of the sofa, his long legs spread out on the coach while y/n curled herself into a ball.

“Can you pause it? I’m gonna make some coffee,” y/n asked, wrapping her blanket around her shoulders as she stood from her spot on the couch, Shawn pausing the movie and trailing behind her.

“It’s like one in the morning,” He laughed as he watched her to struggle to keep the blanket wrapped around her as she reached for the coffee canister in her cupboard. He smiled, watching her stand on the tip of her toes as s groan left her lips.

“Well,” She said with a struggled breath. “You kept me up this late and I have work in a couple hours anyway so it’s okay.”

“Let me,” He laughed as he watched her continue to struggle. She stood back firm on her feet, pouting as Shawn smiled at her and came up behind her. Her throat tightened as he got closer to her, his warmth instantly radiating onto her as he reached over her and grabbed the coffee canister, setting it next to her. She mumbled a thank you, swallowing her nerves as she slipped past him and made her way over to the coffee pot. She always had lingering thoughts about Shawn’s feelings for her. Moments where his friendly smile seemed to hold something deeper than friendly feelings. But she was always with somebody of trying to figure out how to be okay being by herself and she figured they both had a deep admiration for one another, growing close through sharing their art with each other.

“Why don’t you call in tomorrow?” He suggested, crossing his arms over his chest. “We can hang out”

“I have a deadline coming up for an article,” She signed, turning on the coffee pot and turning around to face Shawn, who was smiling at her as she wrapped her blanket tighter around her body. “I shouldn’t”

“Mmm but you want to. I know you do!” He smiled, his eye brightening as a small smile played on her face. She shrugged.

“Come on! I ate the world’s spiciest hot sauce for you,” He said with a smug smirk.

“For me?” She laughed, shaking her head. “I didn’t make you do that”

“Yeah but I was trying to impress you,” he smiled, making her cheeks warm up as he gave her a playful wink. She could have melted onto the floor right then and there. She gave him a beaming smile, one that made his breath quicken as he moved closer to her. She felt like an idiot, totally unable to hide her affection for him. She sighed as he looked at her with his bottom lip jutted out.

“Pleaseeeeee” he begged.

“Fine,” She gave in, watching as his fave lit up and he pumped a fist in the air. She laughed, amused by how easy he was. “But only if you buy me breakfast tomorrow”

“Don’t trust my cooking?” He teased.

“Mmm not after tonight, babe” She smiled.

The air shifted suddenly, both of them staring at each other in almost a challenging way, their smiles faltering as y/n pressed her lips together. She’d never called him babe before but it’d just sort of slipped out, just like she’d kissed his fingers earlier without thinking about it. Regret instantly started to seep into her and her expression changed as Shawn looked back at her with a hard to read expression, his eyes dancing across her face as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, feeling completely overheated all of a sudden underneath her blanket. She coughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before pulling the blanket off her body and setting it on the counter.

“Do you want some?” She asked, going to grab a mug from the cabinet right next to her. Shawn nodded silently, making her stomach swirl with nerves yet again as she pulled down two mugs, setting them on the counter as she waited for the coffee to finish brewing. She nervously tapped her fingers against the cold counter, biting her bottom lip as Shawn’s lingering gaze made her body heat up. She coughed to clear her throat, a familiar lump forming in her stomach as the coffee pot beeped. She poured the warm liquid into both of their cups, handing him his gently, his fingers purposefully brushing against hers as he mumbled a thank you. She nodded, bringing the cup up to her lips and taking a small sip, peering at him from behind her mug to see he was doing the same thing.

“I’m gonna add cream to mine. Do you want some?” She asked, setting her mug down. Again Shawn nodded wordlessly as y/n smiled back weakly and walked over to the fridge, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a small sigh when her back was turned towards him. She’d made things so awkward and weird between them and there was no way he didn’t know. There was no way he felt the same, his eyes avoiding hers as she walked back over to him, both of their mugs placed on the counter. She swallowed the nerves in her throat for what felt like the tenth time in a matter of minutes, unscrewing the cap on the counter as she splashed in a small amount of cream into each of their cups. She set down the container, reaching over Shawn to grab a spoon, her breath hitching in her throat when his hot fingers wrapped around her wrist, making her stop in her place as her eyes met his.

“Oh sorry did you want more - “ She choked out, her lips parted and her chest moving rapidly up and down. Shawn shook his head, his fingers sliding up her arm gently. He was so grateful that she didn’t pull away, goosebumps sprouting up on her skin as a shiver ran up and down her spine. He set his hand on her cheek, her eyes glazing over as she let out a heavy sigh. He smiled gently, pulling her closer to him as his thumb pressed into the sweet dimple on her cheek, his heart racing and his entire body lighting up as she stepped closer to him.

“Don’t be scared,” He whispered, making her let out an airy laugh, his heart becoming hers even more than it already was. Her worries completely melted as she pressed her nose against Shawn’s, both of them smiling like idiots before he pulled her in and pressed his lips against hers. She was the sweetest kiss he’d ever had, her warm fingers pressing gently against his chest as he thanked the universe for bringing her to him.

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[rarestereocats]

rundown of tonight’s game!

we pack up for our beach trip and i decide to bring my sisters along because i make poor life decisions.  we stop in a pretty port city and meet Elathera’s family and her dad just really...doesn’t like Tenin.  her mom is desperate for her to settle down and give her grandkids and when she mentions that she should shack up with Rikius cuz he’s handsome,  i give a knowing nod which several people notice,  including Rikius.  i uncomfortably cough and play it off,  but Xaren shoots my knowing stare back at me.

we learn of Elathera’s supposed childhood crush on Tenin and we all fucking lose it.  she tries to say it’s simply admiration cuz he’s a cool dude,  yeah?  but c’mon now. she’s got a painting of him in her bedroom.   -lenny face-

Industria and Rikius stoke the flames of their hatred again after uncomfortable talks about lifespans and family life and Xaren checks the fuck out of that shit the minute he can.  nothing like a good ol’ rivalry to prevent our party from tapping into our full power of friendship!

after,  i bunk with Industria and we have an important sister bonding moment.  she’s not feeling too great,  blaming our deaths and near death experiences on herself.  i try and give my best comforting talk,  but talking is not my strong suit,  so uh,  i tried??  Samuel and Xaren talk about collecting seashells and Samuel brushes his hair for him cuz gay!!!  they totally banged again cuz hair braiding should always lead to sex.

we sign autographs for an old lady and then go to bed and meet up with Elathera in the morning,  where her mom straight up tries to pay Rikius to date her.  he declines.  we head out and board the boat and have to deal with a racist ass guard.  once on,  our resident Sweet Boy Xaren gets sick while i get robbed by tourists and don’t even notice my important ass dagger is missing until my own party’s like “Kina,  what the fuck??”.

we find my dagger and i really wanna stab the tourist couple for taking it,  but keep my rage contained like a good bean and Tenin learns he hates fucking lobster.  like he is also incredibly suspicious of it and thinks that it’s poisoned.  we dock and switch into some sweet ass beach gear and with the amount of catfolk around,  tourists keep mistaking me as a local.  one lady goes to say “thank you” in catfolk,  but butchers the fuck out of my language and just yells “fruit salad” at me.

we get some smoothies and head to a really nice beachy inn and get a huge ass suite.  we visit the gift shop and i mistakenly tell my sisters to go ham cuz there’s no budget.  they indeed go ham on water weenies and books,  but i’m not gonna say no to my own girls,  so i buy them all those candies and shit and pick up a snowglobe for myself.

we check out our suite and it’s pretty...sweet (cue booing).  Industria and Elathera offer up their room to my sisters,  who go in to lay claims and begin fighting,  so I tell them it’s time for a nap.  they get mad and drag me by saying i changed and highly offended,  i say no naps.  Rikius tells me i got played,  so i tell them they have an 8 o’ clock curfew,  and before Sirqi can complain,  Sanna tells her to drop it.  we get geared up and head to the beach!

Samuel coaxes Xaren to the sea by collecting seashells.  Xaren reluctantly gets into the water,  but not too deep before he backs out and Samuel assures him that it’s fine and holds his hand in the water.  we all have a good time,  Elathera makes a fucking dolphin that my sisters get to ride.  a kid (thankfully,  not mine) is drowning and after becoming the unofficial life guard,  Tenin goes baywatch on this shit and saves his life.  the kid is fucking enamored with him.  he thinks Tenin is a gift from his god.

as Tenin gets upset cuz he thinks we’re on a recon mission,  Elathera desummons him and gives this kid trauma for life as he shrieks on shore cuz his hero just died beore his eyes.  he swims back out to sea to find him,  but before he can get too far,  Rikius scoops him up and takes him back to shore to calm him down.  after this fiasco,  some of us go fishing and Samuel catches a big ass fish and races back to the inn to prepare it.

eventually we all head back and after a nice,  big feast cuz holy fuck,  this fish is too big;  i put my sisters to bed for the night.  i come inside and find Rikius glaring at the dirty ass kitchen.  he’s pissed.  i help him go Mr. Clean in this bitch and he thanks me after.  we head back to our shared room and he’s talking my ear off,  just complaining the whole way there.  he’s complaining in the room too,  so to free myself from this hell,  i kiss him mid-sentence.

he pulls back and i think i fucked up,  so listening to Spirit Guide Xaren,  i abort mission.  i go to back out of the room and he grabs my wrist and pulls me close to kiss me.  i’m not gonna leave now.  this is my moment.  we makeout and part,  and i awkwardly sit there as he smirks and asks how long i’ve waited to do this.  it’s been a long time,  guys.  i have waited for this moment from the minute he stole the couch which also conveniently stored my heart.

he leans back and i lean against him,  so he wraps an arm around me and whispers that it’s getting late.  i agree and teasingly says that he can’t meditate with me on him,  so i awkwardly apologize and straighten up as he goes back to his bed.  i won,  guys.

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