shawn prefs

A/N: Hello! This is part one of hopefully what will be a series!! First time writing Shawn and not 5sos so lol here we go. Hope you guys love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make sure to check to check our 5sos account https://5sauceprefs.tumblr.com/

Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Swearing Summary: Y/N is a producer for The Late Late Show With James Corden. It’s time to prepare for Shawn Mendes Week and Y/N has to not only produce and organise the promotion but also has to remember Y/N’s professional boundaries for the ridiculously cheeky and good-looking client. Slow burner!

“Order for Y/N!” The barrister’s blood shot eyes acknowledge you. His stoned look doesn’t change as you thank him for the two lattes. Just what you needed for this semi-cold, LA morning. Or any morning really, if you’re being honest; coffee is everything. As soon as you grab the two coffee cups you feel your soul returning to your body.

“Quick, Y/N! I don’t want to be late,” your best friend, and work partner, Gianna was bouncing up and down, grinning widely at you. You laughed and handed her a coffee. She took it and raised an eyebrow at your silence. “Are you nervous?” She asked you. The question alone made your heart beat faster.

“I’m very nervous,” you insisted, trying to calm yourself down by not thinking about work this morning.

“Okay, I’m actually going to have to nervous poo,” she said as you walked over to the sugar station. You laughed again, shaking your head at your best friend. However, you couldn’t say that you weren’t feeling nervous for today’s work. Ever since you had woken up a group of butterflies had been flying around your stomach. At least it was sunny here in Los Angeles; the sun always puts you in a good mood.

“Same here, do you think he’ll be nice?” You asked. Gi stirred her coffee, her lips pursed and moving side to side as she thought about it.

“I mean, you and I both know that a lot of celebrities aren’t the same as they are on TV,” she said, giving you a look. You nodded, knowing what she meant all too well. As the head producers of The Late Late Show with James Corden, you’d had your fair share of rude celebrities who seemed to be so nice on TV. They all had their weird requests and didn’t want anything to do with you or Giana; the people that literally ran the show that was promoting them. But, as soon as the cameras turned on, their charming personalities were back and they were wooing audiences around the world.

“Isn’t Shawn Canadian; they’re all nice,” Gi winked, interrupting your thoughts, and held the door open for you as you both left the café. You laughed at the stereotype, shaking your head as you walked out and were welcomed with a cool breeze, clinging to your coffee cup harder, unsure if it was due to nerves or the cold.

“I hope you’re right,” You said, sipping your coffee to calm your nerves. You headed to your company car; a black Range Rover of course. The only car James wanted anyone using ever since the Carpool Karaoke became so famous.

You turned the car on and as if the timing couldn’t have been more impeccable, Shawn Mendes’ new song In My Blood was playing on the radio.

“Well, that’s fucking weird,” You chuckled as you reversed out of the park.

Shawn Mendes, one of the biggest pop stars in the world currently, was just about to release his new self-titled album. In order for it to be promoted even further than it was, in two weeks’ time it was Shawn Mendes Week on Late Late. Whilst you’d had quite a few famous celebrities on your show, Shawn was probably one of the biggest yet; he was going to bring in lots of younger viewers for the live show and definitely increase both your social media and YouTube platforms. It’s supposed to be an exciting week, but all you feel are nerves. You and Giana always get nervous before meeting new guests, but this time it’s multiplied simply because he’s your age. It’s always easier dealing with people you have nothing in common with, especially the older ones.

“I’d definitely go there,” Gi said, bringing you from your thoughts. You laughed as she raised her eyebrows at you suggestively. You pulled out of the car park and headed towards CBS Television City, your absolute favourite place in all of LA. Was it sad that work was your favourite place? Probably.

“He is cute,” You admitted and Gi held a hand over her chest, mocking offence to your comment.

“Cute? He’s fucking gorgeous,” she cried as you neared the studio. It wasn’t far from the cafe, and it was also pretty much near the middle of Los Angeles, even though the “middle” was basically the coast because of Santa Monica. You pulled into the boom gates, you flashed security and ID card and were soon travelling down the all too familiar carpark to prepare for a big day of work.

“Do I look okay?” Gi asked for the thousandth time and you gave her the thumbs up, putting the car into park. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a high ponytail, and she was dressed in gingham trousers and a white blouse. You were basically the same, hair pulled back into a bun, with a white blouse speckled with blue flowers that you’d borrowed from Gi, and white trousers. You were dressed to impress. Literally.

“We have to be professional. Keep it in your pants,” you joked.

“No promises, Shawn is a Godsent,” Gi winked as you walked into the CBS building.

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“I’m thinking; we start with the simple monologue but Shawn does it to make it funny. It worked with Justin.”

“Honestly, James, you’re so predictable,” you call as Gi and you enter into the main stage. It’s not the largest studio in the CBS area, but it does the trick. The main stage is average; only around ten rows of seats inclining. There’s a second level of seats but there’s only a few rows as well. It’s always weird when the seats are empty and it’s just you guys doing the behind the scenes work. The main man turns around, a grin plastered on his face.

“Aren’t I just glad to see you two!” He cheered. James is the best host to work with. Ever. His charisma doesn’t change from filming to in person; he’s always nice and cheery. It’s what made going to work so exciting for Giana and yourself.

“We’ll give you the monologue but we printed out how Shawn’s week is going to go anyways,” Gi handed him a printout from her bag. You both had a lot of things to run through this and next week before you started the promo for Shawn’s album. You all had to run through all the skits, film the carpool karaoke, do what seems like one million sound checks, and now add in the comedic monologue. You could already feel your hair turning grey from stress.

“This is brilliant,” James smiled, nodding with approval.

“You came up with it, we just made the table,” you joked and he nudged you. “Okay, where is the star of the show, we need to go through this week’s events,” you clapped your hands together, looking around. There was literally no one else here as all the set up guys, the script writer, and the band had dispersed once Gi and you had entered. They knew it was serious business now.

“I think he’s in his dressing room,” James said, still admiring your time table work.

You walked over to Gi, who was on her phone texting and organising everything for today, tomorrow, probably five years from now. You and Giana were very organised. You chewed on my nails, refraining from pacing around impatiently, only hoping that you were going to get along, but if he couldn’t even do something as simple as show up to a meeting on time then you had your doubts that he would be another ‘wooer’.

“Stop stressing Y/N, you’re going to get sweat all over my blouse!” She laughed, eyes still locked on the screen. You nudged her, removing your hands from your mouth and flattening out your pants one more time. “It’s going to be fine!” She reassured you.

This was going to be a big couple of weeks. If you both got through it as successfully as you hoped, you and Gi could go up even further in your careers. The bigger the show gets, the more successful you both become as producers. You needed this to go fantastically swell. If only you could calm down first.

“Honestly, where the fuck is this guy? I’m going to have a nervous breakdown,” You threw my hands up in the air; checking the time. You were already ten minutes late into our ‘meeting’.

“Damn, I’ll have to look out for this one.” An unfamiliar, extremely Canadian voice made your stomach sink to your toes. Despite not wanting to, you turned around with a sheepish smile on your face.

You were met with a tall, handsome man (boy?), arms folded across his chest making his muscles bulge in an enticing way through his white long sleeve shirt and dark denim jacket. His chestnut eyes were lit up in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. A dark brown curl hung over his forehead but for all you cared it could have curled right out and suffocated you until you passed out because you were beyond embarrassed right now.

“Hello Shawn, welcome to The Late Late Show.” Giana cut in, stepping in front of you, allowing yourself to have a hot minute to just recollect your shit. You weren’t a perfect producer, you definitely had your moments, but never had you ever, ever swore and yelled about a client right in front of their face without meaning for them to hear. You were lucky that it had only been just a couple of people in the room otherwise there would have been trouble.

“Thanks for the friendly welcome,” Shawn broke out into a toothy grin (wow, his teeth were perfect), and stuck his hand out in front of Giana, getting introductions out of the way. Giana took a small step to the side, a queue for you to stop standing around like a dickhead and actually say something.

“I’m Y/N, and I am so sorry about that,” you could barely keep eye contact as Shawn’s big hand engulfed yours as you shook hands. He chuckled, waving his tattooed hand as if to brush it off like it was no big deal.

“I’ll make sure to be on time next time,” he playfully smiled as your cheeks blushed a deeper red. “Save you a nervous breakdown and all that.”

You tried to laugh naturally but it was more of a nervous crying sound that came out of your mouth, and honestly you were ready to claim your accumulated sick leave and go home and not return until Shawn Mendes Week was done.

“Shawn, I’ll let the girls head into the board room for our meeting but I’ll give you a quick tour around the stage, yeah?” James smiled, making eye contact with you and then Giana as if to say fix your fucking mess of a partner and then turned Shawn around to show him the studio.

You and Giana practically ran to the board room, slamming the glass door closed as you fell into a chair and let your head fall into your hands.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” You mumbled into your palms.

“Okay, so,” Giana rocked back and forth on her heels, “you need to get your shit together.” She had her producer-boss voice on and it instantly made you raise your head out of your hands. “Y/N, this isn’t our first rodeo. We’re not going to let that inhumanely good looking man out there ruin our chances of going up in the industry. We need to prove that we are worthy of bigger things, which we are.” Giana placed two hands on the table, obviously feeling her motivational talk as she looked you right in the eye.

“They’re going to walk in, you’re going to do this meeting, and you’re going to fucking crush it. Like we always do.” She gave you a stern look and knowing she meant well, you sat up, dusted yourself off, and pushed yourself out of the chair.

“We have got this,” you nodded, opening up your computer to project the timetable you both had made on to the projector screen behind you for the meeting. “But fuck, you weren’t kidding. He is sexy.” You muttered as you opened up the file.

“Thanks, I’m not a piece of meat though,” you startled as James and Shawn entered the room, James having your back again as you fucked up again. He looked quite proud of his comeback and Shawn gave you a cheeky grin as he took a seat.

Before you knew it, a whole bunch of managers, promoters, security, and random entourage were also in the room and it wasn’t just about Shawn himself anymore. It was nice having the board room full because it was where you and Giana really shined and were able to be the boss bitches you were. All previous events had gone from your mind as you flicked through the timetable, giving elaborate explanations of what the next three weeks would entail as Gi handed out printed versions. The room was nodding appreciatively, and you tried to ignore the fact that from the corner of your eye you could see Shawn leaning far back in his chair, a small and cheeky smirk on his face just daring you to make a fool out of yourself again. The chain on his neck was also reflecting in the corner of your eye, which had little to do with distracting you and making a fool out of yourself and all to do with the fact that it was fucking blinding you when it caught reflections of lights from the ceiling lights.

“Wonderfully done, girls,” James stood up as everyone prepared to leave and you sighed in relief. Despite the mess that this morning was, you had gotten through it. Thankfully, barely scathed but definitely one hundred percent embarrassed. You were definitely treating yourself to a wine and bath tonight.

You and Giana shook the hands of all the people that had been occupying the office, informing them you were looking forward to working with them.

“So, what do you think Shawn?” James asked, once everyone had left the room and it was just the four of you in here. You didn’t know if it was the fact that his necklace had been burning into your retinas and your eyes were playing tricks on you because of it, but as Shawn playfully spun around in the big chair and came to a slow stop, you swore he looked directly at you, chestnut eyes locking with yours for just one second before looking back up to James with a grin.

Author’s Note: Hiya, this is my first time writing for Shawn and not 5SOS lol so hopefully its not trash and this turns into the first part of many for this little concept. We are happy to take requests on this account or over on 5sauceprefs so don’t be shy ;) Hope you love it! xxx

Summary: you wake up naked in an unfamiliar hotel room, only to realise that you and Shawn have just started a game that you were both set on winning.  

Word Count: 1.7k

You opened your eyes to the sun beaming in through your hotel window, your head was pounding and the little alarm clock on the bedside table was telling me that it was only 7am. Why were you even awake?

Sighing in frustration, you yanked the big comfy blanket further up your naked body and shut your eyes to try and go back to sleep.

Wait. Why were you naked?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

There are only two possibilities here. One, you got so drunk that you couldn’t be bothered to get changed in to your pyjamas. Which may or may not have happened before. Or two, there is someone else next to you in the bed and you did the naughty. Which, again, may or may not have happened before. Although, if it is one of the two, hopefully its possibility one.

You felt your heart beat start to get faster as you slowly rolled over in the bed, your eyes still closed because you were way too scared to actually look. What if you open your eyes and there is actually someone there? Not to mention how literally screwed you would be if paparazzi caught you and mystery dude together, leaving the after party or even entering the hotel lobby. Everyone knows that if any girl and guy is seen together, they’re automatically a thing so, you know. Your manager would 100% hang you by the ears off a clothes line if you were ever spotted deviating away from your perfect image to the public. 

After your internal mental breakdown, you must have stayed as still as you possibly could for what felt like at least 10 minutes before you finally got the courage to quickly open your eyes and reveal the truth of your naked body.

Oh. my. god.

You had done it again. You must have gotten so drunk that you don’t even remember any of the events from the previous night. Well, not much after presenting an award at the EMAS to Shawn Mendes, the absolute dream boat, and then leaving to attend Post Malone’s after party anyway.

I mean, it’s not really your fault that all your favourite people were there and that the cocktails were literally on tap. Strawberry Mojitos, tequila shots, you name it really.  Turns out though, that you probably should have toned it down a bit.

There was someone else in the bed.

You couldn’t see much of him except for his dark brown curls and his toned back as he was facing away from you. Your cheeks started to get hot as you realised that you probably had sloppy drunk sex with whoever this mystery guy is. Screaming.

Moving as slow as you could, again, in hopes that you didn’t disturb this guy’s sleep, you sat up so that you could peak over and hopefully recognise his face. His hair was kind of longer on top, his jawline was so sharp it could probably cut you and he was super-hot even when he was fast asleep. 

As you moved your face a little closer to his, for whatever reason you deemed appropriate in the moment, you accidentally screamed when his eyes shot open and stared back into yours. Yes, screamed. High-pitched, may have just seen a ghost, screamed.

It was Shawn fucking Mendes. You couldn’t help but mentally high five yourself, you go girl.

Without even thinking, you rolled out of bed and started to pull back on your dress from last night. In the process, you had realised that this was not your hotel room but probably Shawn’s as there was a big black suit case with clothes sprawled everywhere in the corner of the room. Your suitcase was white and your room was SO much messier than this. You’re both totally staying in the same hotel though, thank god because now doing the walk of shame wouldn't be so shameful after all – as long as no one spotted you.

Next to your phone on my nightstand was your clutch and your room key, so you quickly swept them up and made a bee line straight for the door, but of course, the stupid thing had a lock on it.

Fiddling with the turn-style look, you went to yank the door open only to have it slammed shut from behind you.

You turned to see Shawn who was trapping you between him and the door, his hand pressed against the door behind you.

He had a very amused look in his eyes and a stupidly attractive smirk on his face.

You had to remember to close my mouth to stop myself from drooling over his naked torso, his bottom half only covered by a pair of white Calvin Klein’s. You still can’t believe you had sex with this guy, you, the Victoria’s secret model, who actually had a secret now because you had seen the Shawn Mendes naked amongst other things.

Despite being quite proud of yourself, you never do this kind of thing. Sure, it has happened maybe once or twice but usually your schedule is so busy that you don’t even have time to sleep. You’re always travelling for work, and when you’re not on set for a shoot or walking a runway, you’re usually tucked away in a hotel room studying or writing assignments for your university degree. You’ve have been modelling with Victoria’s Secret for two years now, and most recently you’ve scored gigs with Tommy Hilfiger, Chanel, and even Coach. You’re pretty much an angel in the streets, and usually an angel in the sheets. But, as you said before, last night was just too good to pass up.

“Going somewhere, Babe?” Shawn teased, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, obviously. Could you maybe step away from the door so I can go back to my room?” you replied which for whatever reason made him laugh a little.

“C’mon babe, at least let me get your number” Shawn winked.

Okay but seriously this guy is so sexy.

“If I give you my number, will you let me leave after that?” you questioned, making him grin as he nodded his head and handed you his phone. You opened up the contacts, typed in your number and saved it in his phone before quickly handing it back to him. Without another word, you opened the door and headed down the hall towards the elevator so you could go die of embarrassment in the comfort of your own hotel room.

“I’ll see you for round two tonight, princess!” you heard Shawn call, just as the elevator door shut.

What the hell have you gotten myself into?

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It has been two days since your little encounter with Shawn and you hadn’t heard anything from him since. He had followed you on Instagram and Twitter but that thankfully went unnoticed by both of your fan bases. There also hasn’t seemed to be any paparazzi shots surface so you’re very grateful for that because as a result, your ears are still intact and your wonderful manager Krystal has no idea.

Admittedly, you did stalk his socials and both of you are still in Spain for the time being. He’s performing here tonight, and you have a shoot with Vogue Spain in the next couple of days before some much needed time off.

You were currently sprawled out on your towel at the beach. The sun was shining down and this dose of vitamin D was exactly what you had been craving. You had your air pods in your ears blasting some Khalid and a fat tub of cut up fruit next to you to snack on because you were literally hungry 100% of the time.

It’s a hard life having what seems like multiple stomachs to fill.

Trying to stop yourself from falling asleep, you rolled over on to your stomach and picked up your phone to reply to some comments on Instagram. Before you clicked on your most recent post, you quickly took a photo of your legs with the beach in the background and uploaded it to your story. It was a beautiful day and your beautiful followers deserved to see your debatably beautiful legs at this beautiful beach.

Clicking on to your activities page, your comments on your most recent post were blowing up. Why is that? The first was just a photo of you on the EMA red carpet, nothing too special. The second photo in the same post was you handing Shawn his award. Both of you with shit eating smiles on your faces. You had also thrown in the cheeky love heart eye emoji with “what a night” as the caption. So maybe you did know what all the commotion was about, but it was just a little flirt. Sue me.

Clicking on the comment section, you couldn’t help but spit out the grape you had just popped in to your mouth after seeing the top comment.

shawnmendes: it wasn’t just the award I scored that night ;)

Okay. It’s official, you were so screwed. And not just literally. Maybe your ears weren’t as safe as you thought they were, Krystal was going to go crazy and you were going to end up on a clothesline in Spain somewhere. 

Shawn just pretty much told the whole world about the night you’d spent together and for some reason, after putting the grape you were about to scoff down back in to my mouth, you could not wipe the smile off your face.

You really were trying to keep it cool, act as if him not reaching out wasn’t phasing you but who were you kidding. After you got over your lovely hangover, the night that you and Shawn spent together came flooding back and you’re almost certain that you hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

After you liked Shawn’s comment on your post, you debated with yourself over whether to actually reply or not. You could already hear the stupid rumours circulating, and you could already quote some of the hate tweets that you’d start to receive.

Fuck it.

Y/Nstagram: @shawnmendes what happened to round two?

hi! we are just starting this account but we do still have a 5sos one https://5sauceprefs.tumblr.com/ that was quite off tits so we’re gonna give shawn a crack tehe.