#bodyguard!shawn

[marlenacantswim]

shassie as a dynamic works so well imo because shawn is dialectically a genius and an idiot while lassie is dialectically badass and pathetic. thus, in the most ideal scenario, they're a scarily effective power duo of whip-smart deduction and ruthless tactical intimidation, but when you flip them to the other sides of their spectrums they become Two Losers Making Asses Of Themselves, both of whom constantly try to hoist themselves back to the other end by using the other as a counterweight.

[zymruk]

Can you stop? [Shang-Chi x Reader]

AN: I received this request and honestly thanks for asking me to write it. I don't know how much it's gonna take me to write it, but I'll try. sorry for any grammar mistakes

Y/A/N: Your agency's name

Warning: none, really.

Synopsis: Shaun wasn't always a door guy. He used to work as a bodyguard.

I'm probably gonna follow up with a one-shot

It was Tuesday third of October, when you woke up to the sound of pounding at your door. It took you a while to remember the cause of the noise. You had an appointment today for a promotional ad for some cream. And judging by the time you were late.

"Come on Y/N, you don't want another one of Lelie's scoldings!" Said Shawn outside your door. Shawn was the bodyguard you'd gotten since the renewal of your contract at Y/A/N. The previous one had just closed down, so you were in dire need of a new one, fortunately, Les still wanted you as a client. The both of you, then, decided on holding your own fort. Still, you needed a bodyguard, the previous one had been hired by someone by the time you'd found a compromise with Les. Coincidentally, Shawn had all the qualifications, thus, was hired.

Leslie was your agent. She could be a bit cranky on bad days, but the worst ones were when you were late to your appointments. And you were. In less time than you planned, you had been showered, dressed and ready to go. After all, you would change once again at the shooting set when you' would 'd arrive. The clothes you were supposed to be wearing already picked out by dear Leslie.

"Thanks. I think I forgot to put on my alarm." You turned to Shawn, whom had already bought you coffee. You would need it today. Not only did you have to shoot an ad, later in the day you were needed at the inauguration of a theater funded by the Stark Relief Foundation.

You'll smile, take pictures for two hours and even go through four more hours watching a documentary on the creation of the Stark industries. Apparently, the theater director had insisted on it being projected during the inauguration, though many had wanted to watch something else. Thanks to Leslie, however, you wouldn't suffer alone, as she'd been able to snatch another ticket for Shawn. He would watch the terribly long documentary with you. Not that he really had a choice. I mean, he was paid to do it.

Now in the car, going to the set location, you couldn't help but get lost in the sights of the road. You often didn't have the time to stop and admire what was around you. More often than you'd want, you needed to be at ten places at the same time. It was tiring, but, like everybody, you had a job to do and your mouth to feed. Also, your job wasn't as terrible as it could've been. You were lucky. You had, comfortably, a thing that few could claim and, money. In terms, you couldn't really complain.

"What are you thinking about?" Shawn's voice took you out of your reverie. He was looking at you through the rearview mirror. You'd almost forgotten him with how quiet he'd been.

"Everything and nothing at once. Why?" Now that he was looking at the road again, you could observe him without any restraint. He was a handsome young man, the same age as you if you were not mistaken, maybe a bit older. But handsome, no less. He'd seen a lot of things with you in this one year of 'partnership'. He'd protected you from weirdos trying to break into your changing rooms, had shielded you from someone trying to snatch you at a signing event.You'd been vulnerable with during this year, he'd seen you break down more times than you could count and still found it in himself to be comprehensive about it. You were safe with him, so much so that you'd considered him an ally; a friend, if you will.

¸

Once the shooting was done, you two were on your way back to your hotel, where you'd go back to your respective rooms and change clothes. You were given a y/f/c garment that complimented your body in the best of ways. You could thank Leslie and the stylist she'd gotten you for that. Though you weren't feeling the event as much as you should've, you still felt better knowing you wouldn't be alone. Shawn would be with you.

"Hey, are you ready?" You could hear his voice outside your door as you were staring at your reflection.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You were content with the way you looked. Plus, you wouldn't stay all night. After the screening, or during, you'd find a way to take your leave without anyone noticing. You had faith in that.

Once out of the room, you almost bumped with him, by how close he was to the entrance. The suit he was wearing was remarkably perfect in him. It was as if he was the one blessed by a fairy or something. Also, it was worth noting that his faced had been done. Probably Leslie and her need for every picture to be perfect. You were all the more enthralled by his eyeshadow.

Or rather, his eyes, to be more precise. Whomever Leslie had hired had truly mastered their craft. All in all, the makeup suited him, you'd go as far as to say it really complimented his face.

"Maybe we should get moving." He said, his voice above a whisper. You hadn't realized the two of you had been standing in this hallway for a while now. You didn't know what could've happened if anything had happened in the tiny moment.

"Yeah, definitely. Do you have any plans after tonight?" The words escaped your mouth before you could even hold them back. It was true that Shawn would be free later in the night. He'd be done with his shift. Elsa would take hers right after him. You didn't know why you needed a nocturn security guard; but Leslie knew what she was doing, you trusted her too.

"No, I was planning on watching a movie and falling asleep to it." You felt stupid for even asking the question, obviously the guy wanted to relax and chill after this day of running around.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" You hadn't even gotten the time to engage with his answer that he'd already asked you a question.

"No, I'm probably gonna stay in my room late and wait for sleep to find me."

"Why don't we both watch a movie and fall asleep to it then?" You had to agree the suggestion was appealing. You wanted to have fun and maybe that would be the one fun thing you'd be doing this week. In less than a minute you'd made your mind.

"Yeah, sure. Did you have movie picked out already?" The both of you had already taken the direction of your room. It was in all honesty the biggest of the two.

"Yeah, I had an inkling for ratatouille by scary movie is also kinda good." He'd say his hands in his pockets. You couldn't see it but her was smiling.

"I'm more of a scary movie type of gall." You said turning your head towards him as you were unlocking your room.

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested! reader is dating ALL OF THEM AT ONCE!

⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellaneous masterlist

okay soooo

this is gonna be…long

cause i mean NINE FUCKING BOYFRIENDS??

WHEW

I COULD NEVER

each member has their unique way of looking out for you, from joey’s quiet, observant care to shawn’s more intimidating "don’t mess with them" stance.

group outings are pure chaos—picture nine masked men vying for your attention at once. it’s loud, messy, and hilarious, but you secretly love it.

no matter how intimidating they might seem onstage, they all have moments of softness reserved just for you—whether it’s paul writing you a heartfelt note or craig letting you play with his gear.

they’re a loud and chaotic family, but they all respect your boundaries and each other’s space when it comes to your time and affection.

you’re their grounding force, the one who can diffuse tensions when things get heated and make even their darkest days brighter.

there are pretty specific interactions with each of them

joey: joey’s the romantic one, slipping you mixtapes with songs that remind him of you. he’s also fiercely loyal, often standing up for you during any disagreements among the group.

corey: corey’s the go-to for deep conversations and random adventures. he writes lyrics inspired by your connection, though he pretends they’re not about you when asked.

shawn (clown): shawn’s all about making you laugh. he loves pulling pranks with your help, but if someone crosses you, he switches to dad mode instantly.

paul: paul’s the quiet but affectionate type. he’s the one who’ll make sure you’ve eaten and bring you coffee during late nights.

jim: jim’s surprisingly shy but shows his affection in subtle ways, like tuning your guitar or sharing his favorite riffs with you.

chris: chris is the one who’s always up for silly jokes and lighthearted fun. he’ll do anything to make you smile, even if it means making a fool of himself.

sid: sid’s energy is unmatched, and he often drags you into his wild stunts. he also has a habit of surprising you with random gifts, like cool masks or rare vinyl records.

craig: craig doesn’t say much, but his actions speak louder than words. he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable and safe, even in the craziest of situations.

mick: mick might seem aloof, but he has a tender side that only comes out around you. he loves teaching you about his music gear and will fiercely defend you against any negativity.

they make sure you’re front and center for each show

and they ALL make sure to do something to impress you

now i don't know if you’ve seen THAT video of sid

where his finger are moving SO FUCKING FAST on that record

and his spit is DRIPPING

BUT HE WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT WHILE STARING RIGHT AT YOU

there’s a constant (but playful) competition to impress you. whether it’s mick playing the most insane guitar solo or joey showing off his double-bass drumming, you always end up cheering for all of them.

cause i mean how could you not?

corey loves dedicating shit to you

THIS ONE’S FOR Y/N, LOVE YOUR FAVOURITE BOYFRIEND!

mornings are WILD

waking up with nine band members around is… an experience.

sid is bouncing off the walls with energy, joey is groggy and in desperate need of coffee, and mick just grunts at everyone until he’s fully awake.

you’ve learned to navigate this chaos like a pro.

by sitting on the couch and doing really nothing about it

i mean you’ll get dragged into SOMETHING by sid

when fans recognize you, the guys are split between playfully teasing you about your “fame” and keeping a protective eye on the interaction.

everything okay here?

let me know if you need me

sid once pretended to be your bodyguard when a fan got a little too enthusiastic.

he wore sunglasses and kept saying, “no photos, please,” even though no one asked.

when someone once flirted with you, corey leaned over and said,

oh yeah, she’s totally into you. that’s why she’s hanging out with nine masked maniacs instead of you.

and if you don’t make it on tour (which is very rare)

they rotate who gets to call you. sid always insists on doing something wild to make you laugh.

they send you care packages filled with notes, trinkets, and random souvenirs they’ve picked up along the way. paul’s gifts are thoughtful, while sid’s are borderline ridiculous.

corey and jim send you postcards from every city, each one scribbled with inside jokes or sweet messages. mick signs them with a simple “wish you were here.”

they plan spontaneous road trips to random places, like a quiet beach or a weird roadside attraction, just to see you smile

they all contribute to a scrapbook filled with photos, ticket stubs, and little notes from their time with you. craig, surprisingly, is the one who organizes it all perfectly.

[issa-wasteland]

I’m watching old WWE (( WWF at the time)) on Peacock and I don’t know if it’s been addressed already, but the closest the fans have experienced a real-life Lestat De Lioncourt is through Shawn Michaels.

Like look at this DIVA ✨

Shawn has a reputation of being an asshole as he does it with his charisma that he brought at the time that to some degree let him get his way. It sounds just like Lestat who both would make raunchy jokes and taunt others for the fun of it.

HIM and his lovers partners that he grew to have a bond with other the years.

Each duo got range whether you like:

- Bodyguard x Diva to Besties

- Enemies to Lovers

- Bros who share a braincell

-Grumpy cat x Eccentric Dog

[tameodesza]

boundaries

Bodyguard!Kevin x Male Escort!Shawn 

₊˚ʚ Summary: Diesel understood that Shawn had some kinky clients, but he’d never seen Shawn so battered after a session. AO3

₊˚ʚ a/n: sooo these two have been stuck on my mind. this is the aftermath of shawn’s night with bret mentioned in this post. TW for mentioned/implied noncon

Shawn became a shell of himself, too numb to register the hot bath water stinging against his skin. He wanted nothing more than to shed his outer layer like a reptile in the barren desert, starting anew with skin that had yet to be corrupted by the hands of others. But the water would never be hot enough to wash away the pain, the discomfort, and the embarrassment of what happened to him that night.  

Shawn was silent, had been ever since Diesel found him discarded on the floor of his hotel room. But his mind continued to race with questions: How had things gone so wrong? Why couldn't he handle himself? Why did Diesel, yet again, have to put him back together like a broken toy? 

The answer was simple – because that's all he ever would be. A filthy sex toy, patched together with flimsy duct tape that would hold only until he was misused again. 

Diesel sat perched on the edge of the tub, lightly dabbing a soapy rag across Shawn’s abused chest. He glanced at Shawn to check that he wasn’t hurting him, but was met with empty eyes, any remnants of the man’s usual sparkle long gone. An uneasy pit set into Diesel's stomach as he remembered the wreck of a man he found lying on the floor like a dying carcass. 

Shawn had been inconsolable - thrashing at Diesel’s touch, begging him to stop, pleading that he would be a ‘good boy.’ He seemed to be having a severe sub drop, and it took a moment of Diesel holding him, of Shawn recognizing the familiar scent of his cologne, for the blond to come out of it. The session was over. Diesel was there. Diesel meant safety. Diesel meant protection. Diesel would never let anyone hurt him.  

It was when the bodyguard took a good look at Shawn that he realized it was more than just bdsm gone wrong.  

Shawn’s tear-stained cheeks were reddened from being slapped too hard. Bruises darkened around his neck from where he’d been choked. Light cuts grazed his wrists from where handcuffs had dug into his skin. A patch of hair had been ripped out of his scalp, evidenced by the loose blond strands on the floor. Most alarming had been the bloodied scratches and raised welts scattered across Shawn’s body as if he’d been whipped.  

Diesel understood that Shawn had some kinky clients, but he’d never seen him so battered after a session. It was now starting to make sense why Bret darted out of the room at the speed of light. 

There was no doubt that Shawn would be out of commission for at least a few weeks. The guilt ate at Diesel knowing it was all his fault. He’d had one job – keep Shawn safe – and he failed. 

After getting out of the tub and drying off, Shawn threw on a plush robe, not having the energy to put on clothes. He just wanted to sleep, to pretend like the night never happened. Because pretending was easy. It was the only way he knew how to cope. Thinking meant he had to acknowledge that there was a problem. He'd rather be oblivious. 

But shutting off his brain was no easy feat when he sat on the bed looking around the room and recalling the nightmare he’d endured. He backed himself against the headboard, hugging his knees tightly as if to protect himself from the outside world.  

Diesel approached slowly, cautiously sitting beside Shawn on the edge of the bed before reaching for the blond’s robe. He stopped abruptly when Shawn tensed up, and the sinking pit in Diesel’s stomach sank even lower. 

He let out a breath, saying with a gentle tone, “You need to put this on.” He motioned over to the ointment sitting on the nightstand.  

There was a slight moment of hesitation that Shawn didn't want to admit. He unwrapped his arms from his legs, reminding himself that this was Diesel. Diesel would never hurt him.  

He allowed Diesel to loosen the knot on his robe, slipping it down his shoulders until it pooled at his waist. Shawn followed every movement as Diesel’s hands roamed his body. Except this time, it wasn’t out of lust, but out of necessity to clean up the mess that Bret had left behind.  

Shawn had never felt more inferior, like a child that was too incompetent to take care of himself. Being tended to by Diesel was nothing new, but this time it felt different. Like a punishment. A consequence of his actions. It made Shawn want to bury his head in the sand and pretend like he didn't exist. 

Diesel tugged Shawn’s robe back on when he was finished, tying a tight knot to make Shawn feel more secure. There was a lull, the hum of the air conditioner being the only sound in the room. That was until it shut off, leaving them in an echo of silence. 

Shawn shifted uncomfortably, feeling Diesel’s eyes on him. He looked up to see his bodyguard eying his hairline with a conflicted expression. Shawn cleared his throat, saying roughly, “It’ll grow back.”  

It came out nonchalantly, Shawn hoping his indifference would put Diesel at ease. But his bodyguard was left with more questions. “What happened?” 

Shawn had been avoiding answering that question all night, so the silence that followed was expected, albeit disappointing. 

Diesel exhaled. “I’m not going to force you to tell me. But can I ask you something?” He waited for Shawn to look at him with those foggy blue eyes. “Whatever happened...did you consent?” 

Consent. The word hung heavy between them. It was a conversation they should've had a long time ago, but Shawn had never been too eager to initiate.  

Shawn looked elsewhere, avoiding Diesel’s intense gaze. “I didn’t say no.” 

“That’s not what I asked.” 

Shawn closed his eyes with a defeated sigh. “I-I don’t know, ok? I mean, I don’t think he did anything wrong. I just...I thought I could handle it. I always can with Bret, but tonight...tonight was different.”  

“Different how?” 

Shawn’s voice caught in his throat, shaking his head as if to deny himself the memory. “He wouldn’t stop. I just need a break, a minute and I would’ve been fine. But...he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. He-” Shawn's voice cracked, head dropping in his hands as he repeated, “He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t fucking stop.” 

Tears he’d been fighting all night had won the battle and a wave of emotions hit Shawn like a punch to the gut. His chest grew tighter, heart racing as his eyes darted in no real direction. Each breath he took felt like razors cutting his throat. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep himself grounded, but he quickly spiraled when his fingers brushed against the thin patch on his scalp. 

It was all too much, too real, and the more he thought about it, the more overwhelmed he became. 

Diesel pulled Shawn into his arms as soon as he realized what was happening. “Shawn. Hey, it’s ok.” He buried Shawn’s head into his chest, engulfing him in warmth as he whispered, “Breathe, Shawn. Breathe. Follow my breaths, ok? Slower.” 

“I-I can’t-” 

“Shh, you can, ok? Just keep breathing. In and out. There you go. Everything’s fine, ok? He’s not coming back. You’re safe now. Focus on me. Focus on the sound of my heart.” 

Shawn tightened his hands on Diesel’s shirt, gripping for dear life as he listened to Diesel’s heart pounding through his chest. What felt like hours was just mere minutes as Shawn’s breath evened out. The tight feeling in his chest slowly lifted as he calmed down. 

With a shaky voice, Shawn said, “Shit. Sorry-” 

“Don’t be. That’s what I'm here for.” 

Shawn let out a long sigh, his whiplash of emotions weighing him down. “No, you’re here to be my bodyguard. Not my babysitter.” 

“I’m here to protect you, even if it’s from yourself. Though I haven’t done a good job of it lately.” 

Shawn pulled himself from Diesel’s chest with a frown. With as stern of a voice he could muster, he said, “Hey. You’re a damn good bodyguard, ok? I wouldn’t want anyone else in my corner besides you.” 

Diesel had a hard time believing that. How could he when Shawn looked the way he did? It’s a wonder why Shawn hadn’t fired him by now. But with the state of mind Shawn was in, Diesel decided to leave it alone. 

He placed a light hand on Shawn’s bruised cheek, softly wiping at a tear that was stuck on his bottom lash. He felt a faint pang in his chest as he looked into Shawn’s misty eyes. Even like this, Shawn was one of the most beautiful men he’d laid eyes on. He couldn’t understand why someone would treat him so badly. 

“Why didn’t you come get me, Shawn? Why? You could’ve called out for me, shouted my name. Anything to stop this from happening to you.” 

Shawn looked down at his fidgeting hands, too ashamed to look Diesel in the eyes. “The money-” 

“Fuck the money. Look at you.” His voice raised out of frustration. Shawn’s reasoning didn't make up for the danger he put himself in. “If you need money this badly, I’ll take care of you myself. This shit isn't worth it.” 

It’s moments like this where the line between friends/boss/employee became even thinner. 

Shawn kept his head down, swallowing the lump in his throat. This was what he’d been afraid of – logic. He knew Diesel would break down his argument as soon as he heard his reasoning, and Shawn was too exhausted to fight back.  

“You’re right,” came Shawn’s meek voice. “I’m sorry.” 

Diesel instantly softened. He lifted Shawn’s head to see his face. “I’m not trying to lecture you.” 

“I know. But still, you’re right. Just...please don’t be mad at me.” Shawn had already put Diesel through more than any bodyguard should have to deal with. He was honestly surprised the man hadn’t quit by now. It was a thought that scared Shawn more than anything. 

Diesel gently guided Shawn back into his chest, the blond closing his eyes and melting into the familiar safety of his arms. “I’m not mad at you, ok? Just pissed at myself that shit got this far. We need to make some changes, Shawn. This can’t happen again.”  

“It won’t. I promise.” 

“I’m going to need more than a promise. We need safe words. Clients don’t get to do whatever the hell they want with you just because they’re paying.” 

Shawn took a deep breath, breathing out, “Ok. Safe words. We can work on that tomorrow. I’m too tired to think right now.” 

“And no more locked doors when you’re alone with clients. I need to be able to enter if I feel that something’s off.” 

Shawn slowly opened his eyes, contemplating the thought. A few of his clients wouldn’t be happy about that. “Ok. Anything else?” 

“You’re not seeing him again.” Shawn furrowed his brows as he shot his head up, ready to protest. “I don’t care if I’m overstepping. I’m not letting him get the chance to do this again.” 

Shawn wanted to push, to remind Diesel how much money they’d be losing by cutting business with Bret. But he held his tongue at seeing Diesel’s tense expression. He’d worried the man enough tonight. 

“Alright. Fine. No more Bret. He’s gonna be pissed, though. Probably want his shit back.” Bret may have been cold, but he’d been nice enough to gift Shawn a few things over the year they’d seen each other. Shawn had no doubt Bret's bitter ass would hold that over his head. 

“I’ll handle it.” 

“But what if he pops up? He knows where I stay.” A rookie mistake Shawn learned to never let happen again. 

“Then he’ll deal with me. I’ll camp out at your place if I have to.” Diesel raised his sleeve to show off his bicep. “These muscles aren't just for show, you know.” 

Shawn’s smile was faint, but it was still a smile, nonetheless. “My hero. I don't know what I’d do without you, big guy.” 

There was a warmth that spread through Diesel’s chest. Feeling needed by Shawn – a man who could have anyone he wanted, who surrounded himself by men with money and status far surpassing Diesel – awakened an emotion in him that he couldn’t articulate. 

Before he could think too much on it, Shawn said, “I know I’m damaged goods now, but...do you think I’m still pretty?” 

Shawn tried to play it off as a joke, but Diesel knew how much Shawn’s appearance meant to him. It was not only how he made his money, but it was the only thing Shawn thought he had going for himself. 

“You will always be pretty to me.” 

Shawn didn’t even bother to hide his blush. He trusted Diesel to not lie to him, which led Shawn to ask, “Did you mean what you said earlier? If all of this came to an end, you’d really take care of me?” 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Diesel answered, “Of course. No questions asked.” It’d probably be a downgrade in lifestyle for him since Diesel couldn’t provide as much as Shawn’s rich clients, but at least he’d be safe. Safe and happy. 

“Good to know.” Shawn smiled, this one bigger than the last. “Thanks, Kev-” 

“Diesel.” 

“Whatever.” 

Diesel held Shawn closely that night as he listened to him doze off in slumber. He looked down at the blond, wondering if he’d ever learn the full story of what happened with Bret. Shawn didn’t seem ready to tell, and Diesel wasn’t sure if he could stomach hearing it. What he did know was that he couldn't imagine a life without Shawn Michaels, and he’d do anything he needed to protect him. 

[not-ur-boy-toy]

Hartbreak Ranch Chapter 1

AN: FINALLY Chapter 1 of Hartbreak Ranch, I really hope you enjoy it! (btw I'm bad at explaining plots so apologies :,) )

Plot: Shawn is a famous model on his way to a new photoshoot. However, he finds himself getting stuck in the middle of nowhere. Luck just has it though as he finds himself staying with the Hart family, finding himself being drawn to a certain Bret Hart.

TW: Foul language, Alcohol mentioned

Word count: 3.6K

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Blond hair flowed freely through the wind as the bright, cherry-red Ferrari 308 drove down the desolate Arizona road. Music blared from the car as it raced through the empty route. The driver of it didn’t have a care in the world as he held a phone to his ear, his free hand on the steering wheel.

“Diesel! Trust me here, I’m doin’ fine, I know where I’m going!”, a laugh rang through the car, as the man spoke, his grin large as he kept his eyes on the road. 

“I know you know where you’re going, Shawn... But you’re in the middle of nowhere” the other voice rang through the phone before continuing, “You’ve already said you’re taking a ’shortcut’ but I just don’t think It’s a good idea!” the voice argued back, trying to reason with the stubborn man.

Shawn rolled his eyes before a soft huff left his lips, he was used to his bodyguard being overprotective, they always traveled together! Wherever Shawn went, a 6’10, hunk-of-a-man followed him. But not this time. The young 30-year-old man wanted to travel by himself! He knew the area reasonably well… maybe just enough to get him to the closest town and ask for directions. But Diesel didn’t have to know! 

“Diesel, Hun, Big Daddy Coolio, I’ll be fine, I’ll be there for Ramon’s photoshoot with what's-his-face…” Shawn hummed to himself, rambling softly to himself as he tried to figure out who he was working with again. Before he could even figure out the guy’s name, Diesel’s deep voice rang through his phone again.

“You’re working with Kid, Ramon’s toyboy or whatever.”

“Riight… That guy, yeah, I won't miss it, anyway, gotta go, phone is gonna die, Byyee!” And just like that, with a small click, Shawn hung up the phone before Diesel could say goodbye. He carefully tossed his phone to the empty passenger seat before adjusting the thick, black sunglasses on his face, humming along to the music on the radio. It had been a glorious drive so far. No traffic, the sun was hot, there were no clouds in the sky… and there was nobody to annoy him- other than Diesel every 15 minutes. 

It was definitely a perfect drive, yet there was one small problem. Fuel. Shawn’s trusty lady was running low, and the next gas station was a good 50 miles out, but there was a small town coming up in a few miles. It was a risk to turn off into the town. There was the chance there was no gas station in the town in the middle of nowhere. But there was just a nagging feeling, something that just drew Shawn’s attention to this town. It just seemed to call his name, and who was he to ignore that feeling? Shawn stepped on the gas, dust blowing behind the wheels as he sped up, going way past the speed limit before he reached the town that seemed to hypnotize him.

Shawn wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he drove through the town. He was used to the luxurious life, like main cities from New York to Los Angeles… but this was beyond different. It was small, tiny, barely anything compared to what he was accustomed to. There wasn’t anything branded, no hotels with infinity pools, no Prada stores, nothing! There was barely anything in this town other than small boutiques, a few restaurants and a few small businesses, as well as a few houses.

“There has to be a gas station in this place…” Shawn mumbled to himself, trying to distract himself away from the feeling he had awhile ago.

Driving around aimlessly didn’t seem to get Shawn anywhere, there wasn’t a gas station in sight, and his car didn’t have enough fuel by the sounds of it as it seemed to hiss and moaning from his beloved Ferrari. However, what Shawn didn’t expect though was the sight of smoke appearing from underneath the hood of his car. He hadn’t realized how hot it was in this place. 

“Shit, Shit, SHIT!” Shawn gasped out, quickly pulling up to the side, and turning off his car. He scrambled to get out of his car with urgency, slamming the door shut. Shawn quickly moved to the front of the car, lifting the hood with a slight hiss of pain from how hot the metal was and how smokey the engine was. He drafted away most of the dark smoke with a small cough before moving back.

“Son of a bitch!” he hissed out in anger, kicking his car slightly with his black leather boot. Oh, how Diesel was right about taking this shitty shortcut. He could see Diesel’s smug face in his mind, which pissed him off more. He hated being wrong. He couldn’t stand it. Rubbing the stubble on his face in frustration, Shawn paced in circles in front of his car, kicking slightly at the dirt on the floor. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Shawn’s blue eyes glanced around, looking at the almost empty street, seeing a few people staring his way before looking away as he looked at them. They weren’t gonna help, clearly. Shawn grunted slightly before slamming the hood down. He had to figure something out, but calling Diesel was not one of them. He could try to find a mechanic, but it meant he had to leave his sweet, beloved Ferrari behind for now… with a reluctant, annoyed huff, Shawn grabbed what he needed from his car, his phone, wallet and keys, before starting his walk to find a mechanic.

Instantly, Shawn knew he was out of place as he walked down the street. He was dolled up in his finest clothes, that being a white, open-shirt bought from Polo Ralph Lauren, khaki brown pants from the same place, his favorite Gucci belt in black and gold and finally his favorite pair of black leather boots, ones with a small heel. Of course, he had a few accessories, like a gold watch and matching earrings. He wouldn’t leave the house without them! This was one of his more ‘casual’ outfits, something he would wear to go shopping in New York. But being in this town? It looked like he was overdressed and everyone walking by gave him a second look. Now, Shawn loved the attention. He loved having people’s eyes on him. People would even say he craved it, but the looks he was being given now, it was more looks of judgment. Shawn mindlessly messed with his shirt, trying to flatten down invisible creases, trying to distract himself from the looks. A mechanic couldn’t be too far away.

A few minutes' walk eventually turned into a 15-minute walk into the town. He had passed more small shops including a bakery (which looked heavenly, from the strawberry cakes that looked freshly made to the croissants that Shawn would have loved to buy), a few cafes, a general store and even a liquor store which he kept in mind. Luckily, he had eventually found the town's repair shop. It looked like an older building, the corners of the building being rusted, yet a new sign in black and neon pink stood out on the building, reading out ‘Hart & Co. Auto Repair’. Loud country music was blasting, and the smell of oil and rubber burnt Shawn’s nose slightly, something he definitely wasn’t used to. As he entered the small shop, he noticed a pair of blue overall cover legs underneath a truck and humming coming from the person. He glanced around the shop, trying to spot anyone else in there, but no one else was in the small space, not even a customer. Shawn cleared his throat, trying to get the person’s attention, but it didn’t seem to catch the guy's attention.

“Excuse me? Hey” Shawn spoke up, moving closer, yet there was still no response. “Hey!” he continued in a louder tone, which seemed to catch the person’s attention.

“Shoot, hold on!” The mechanic yelled out from under the truck, finally rolling out from under the truck. The man who rolled out was quite young-looking, younger than Shawn, and had a baby face. He had blonde hair up to his shoulders and bright blue eyes. Of course, his sun-kissed skin was dotted with some splotches of oil and some sort of grime, and the blue jumpsuit he wore was covered in oil and dirt. Shawn looked at the name tag the other wore, barely seeing the name ‘Owen’ under an oil splotch.

Owen carefully stood up, wiping his hands on a cloth he had in his pocket before smiling at the man in his shop and holding a hand to him.

“Hi! Sorry about that. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long. I’m Owen. What can I help you with?” Owen asked, his voice surprisingly soft and surprisingly, not an Arizona accent either.

Shawn eyed up Owen’s hand beneath his sunglasses before looking back at the man’s face before taking off the shades. He gave Owen one of his charming smiles before speaking.

“No, not at all, just got here actually,” he began, licking his lips slightly before continuing, “I need help with my car- Obviously-, It broke down a few streets back, smokin’ and all… and no fuel” Shawn explained as he watched Owen lower his hand.

Owen looked slightly hurt about the man not shaking his hand, a pout on his face slightly. He hummed slightly before grinning and nodding.

“Should be easy! Luckily, it’s been a slow day, so let me put my truck down and we can go grab your car and tow it with the truck,” the mechanic agreed eagerly after his slow day.

By the time Owen and Shawn had towed the cherry-red car back to the shop, Owen had realized it wasn’t exactly the easiest job… It was a newer car, one he had seen no one in the town drive before… but he wasn’t gonna let this new customer down! Owen had lifted the hood of the car, already knowing it would take a few days to fix from the parts he could see, knowing it would take a few days to order parts… and then a few additional days to actually fix it. 

“So… How long are you here for, Mr?...” 

“Michaels, Shawn Michaels… and I was only coming here to fuel up. "

Now that was an issue. Owen pulled a face, wincing at the thought that he’d have to give this guy bad news.

“Well, Mr. Michaels, I… I uh, suggest you plan your stay here for a few days, I don’t have parts for a car like this,” the mechanic explained, as he glanced over to Shawn who stood nearby with his arms crossed.

“A few days? You have to be kidding me, right? Fuck… Diesel is gonna kill me!” Shawn groaned out, pacing around. “Shit, there’s a decent hotel nearby… right?” he asked, raising a brow as he looked over to Owen. 

Owen winced again. Even more bad news to give the guy…

“Well… There’s a motel nearby… but it is a good 45-minute drive from town.”

Shawn ran a hand through his long, wavy locks in frustration. His day couldn’t get any worse. First, his car breaks, and now the closest place to stay is too far away for him! Diesel appeared in his mind again. That annoying, smug face. Shit, he needed a drink… or something stronger.

Owen could see the annoyance on the guy's face. He truly felt for him. He had a soft heart and couldn’t stand to see a customer disappointed.

“But! If it helps, you could stay at my family ranch for a few days? I can keep you updated on your car and you won’t need to worry about how you’d get back to my shop!” Owen offered. The family ranch had enough space to help the guy out for a few days.

At the sound of the ranch, Shawn instantly hated the idea. He imagined the place being muddy and just plain dirty! However, it meant he would have somewhere to sleep, and he wouldn’t have to worry about trying to get back to this hellhole, which was now his nightmare. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his annoyance.

“I… I suppose it isn’t a bad idea…” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “... Yeah, fine. I’ll stay at this ranch of yours.”

“Let me close up and we can be on our way then!”.

It was common sense to not take a stranger's offer to stay at their house, but what was there for Shawn to lose? He could simply tell a small lie to Diesel, just saying that he’s spending the night at a hotel… And the day after say he was stuck in traffic and then tell him his car has broken down, just to calm the man's nerves. That and Owen just seemed so… sweet. His personality was so genuine and that was so rare to see in Shawn’s life. Yeah, he had a social life as a model, but most of the people he had met never seemed genuine. The only ones he got that feeling from were Hunter, Chyna and Diesel. Shawn truly felt as if Owen did want to help him out. 

Owen hadn’t taken too long to finish locking up. It did leave plenty of time for Shawn to have a quick look around the place. He quickly noticed that Owen was clearly a family kind of guy. There were plenty of pictures scattered around the workroom of Owen with different people, some he assumed to be his parents, others he assumed were probably his brothers and sisters, and maybe even some aunts and uncles. There were even a few pictures of a few kids- one that looked like a younger version of Owen- In some snow. But either way, it was a big family. 

The ride to this ranch was rather quiet. Yeah, there was some small talk, such as where they were both from which Shawn found out that the man was actually from Canada, which was ironic. Another question had arisen as well, the question of Shawn’s job.

“So… You’re a model? I would have thought you were an actor or something,” Owen chuckled.

“That’s sweet of you, I did want to be one, but modeling? Being all dolled up, partying… It’s the life!” Shawn grinned out, not mentioning the bad side of the job. 

“Ah, so you get paid to be pretty and to party… I wish life was that easy” Owen joked. He knew his older brother, Bret, hated that lifestyle. He was always talking about working hard for a good life, which Owen had to agree with. But the thought of partying every so often sounded like a great time. When was the last time he, Jeff Jarrett, Davey and Brian went out for drinks… It had been too long.

“I wish it was that easy,” the model started, “Strict diets, working with people you might not like with… The list is long, but the positives do outdo the negatives in my eyes”. The downfalls of being a model were clearly a touchy subject as Shawn’s grin seemed to disappear. The excited glint in his eyes after the compliment disappeared. Owen knew not to push further on that.

Owen hummed in response, nodding his head slightly, “Well, we’re almost here”.

Seeing a rather rustic house in the distance after seeing cactus after cactus was rather refreshing. The place looked rather peaceful in Shawn’s eyes. It had its own charm to it. The wooden fences that seemed to carry on for ages were cared for, the wood seemed almost new, even if grass tangled and vined itself around the posts. A sign soon came up as they drove along the side of the property. Shawn eyed it up, raising a brow as he saw the name ‘Hart Ranch’. Very creative. 

Entering the beginning of the ranch, Shawn could already see a few animals around in different pastures. There were a few horses, even cows… It reminded Shawn of an old photoshoot he did, one which he enjoyed a lot. He got to dress up like he was a cowboy, the hat, boots and even chaps, the whole shebang! Hunter and Chyna were there as well and they looked amazing in their getup… even if Hunter’s horse he had to ride kept stealing his hat. A small, reminiscent smile graced his face.

The house seemed to grow as they traveled down the long, dirt road. From a while back it looked tiny, something that an old couple would live in. Yet now being so close to it, he noticed how huge it was. It must have been handbuilt, there were uneven grooves in the woods of the walls and fences in front of the house, something that showed how much hard work was put into it. There were even some stone bricks that decorated the oak wood. Bright, fresh vines climbed through the maze of bricks in the house, adding more color to the home. This must have been built years ago, even before Shawn was born. 

Owen and Shawn exited the truck. Owen helped his guest by grabbing the large bag that they had lugged into the truck before they left.

“I’m not too sure who will be in… I know my Ma will be in, my dad will probably be working with Bret, my older brother, somewhere on the ranch… probably fixing something” Owen laughed, “and my sister Diana will be probably looking after the horses… So it should be luckily quiet for you, just for now at least”.

Quietly, Shawn followed Owen up the steps to the patio before opening the screen door, which had a beautiful panel at the bottom that had been engraved by hand into a tree, and entering the rather cool home, the door closing with a soft bang. The home was decorated with even more pictures than what was at the auto repair home, some that were in black and gray, their corners torn and frayed from age which confirmed Shawn’s thought of the place being handbuilt, while others were newer and fresher. There were a few shoes scattered around by the front door being in different sizes and styles, some being boots, some were flats and even a few heels. Owen placed down Shawn’s bag by the oak stairs that stood in front of them before moving into the large, spacious room to the right of them which Shawn slowly followed after.

“Ma! I’m home! I have a guest!” Owen hollered out into the rather silent home, the only noise he could hear after was the sound of the cicadas that buzzed louder. Owen continued to walk towards the kitchen, which Shawn assumed it was. 

Instead of following the young man, Shawn looked around the cozy looking living room. There were a few brown leather couches that surrounded a fireplace, a few blankets were carefully and almost lovingly lined up over the top. Handmade throw pillows laid untouched in the corners by the arms of the couches, embroidery were neatly laced throughout the rather soft looking material which had quotes such as ‘Home Sweet Home’ and ‘Welcome to our happy place’. It was rather sickeningly sweet to see, yet it seemed to suit the home rather well. A large, thick cow rug of brown, black and white laid underneath an oak table, a mug left on a coaster, clearly left and forgotten by accident in the clean house. Bookcases lined the back walls of the living room, full of leather bound books of different colors and sizes before more newer kids books littered between well used and loved books. Finally, Shawn noticed more family pictures, one of a whole family that was framed above the fireplace in front of a different house. 

Shawn wasn’t the type to get homesick. He had a pretty close relationship with his mom, but that was it. He’d phone her every so often. But even in his parents home, there were barely any photos of them as a family, as Shawn grew up, the pictures dwindled down until there was nothing new. Seeing these pictures though, it tugged at Shawn’s heart, the feeling of homesickness being more apparent. He quickly shook his head, trying not to get sentimental.

The perfect distraction eventually came, pulling Shawn out of his thoughts as he heard the front door open again. Shawn glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landing on a taller man. Now, Shawn may not have been the type to be homesick, but he was the type to be a hopeless romantic, and when this guy walked into the house? Shawn could feel blood rush to his cheeks.

The guy had curly, deep brown hair that reached his shoulders. His skin was tanned much like a god, the sheen of sweat clung to the man's brows and neck. His eyes were a dark, melted chocolate color that held warmth in them. And his outfit? Shawn was loving it. A black cowboy hat sat upon his head like a halo, his blue, checkered shirt hugged around his strong, muscular chest perfectly, his jeans hugged oh-so-perfectly around his legs. This man was something Shawn wanted and needed.

Silence filled the room as the man stared down Shawn, staring down his outfit before looking around the living room. It was an awkward silence, one that Shawn could tell that this guy was trying to figure out who Shawn was and why he was just standing there. 

Before Shawn could even speak, the mans low voice filled the room, “Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my home?”.

[fritz-federleicht]

You should do Corey, Joey, and Jim with reader who’s a model!

... with reader who's a model (Corey, Joey & Jim)

Words: 968

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Corey:

- you remember many years ago when the first headline came up: Model Y/N and singer Corey Taylor a couple?

- that was the first time you were photographed together, Corey grinning and holding your hand while you laughed at one of his jokes

- he accompanied you to your apartment

- after that there were more and more rumors, positive and negative. Whereby it was more negative against Corey

- there were articles about your relationship. Why is a model like you with a bad boy like Corey Taylor? Or what do you see in him? Your relationship was not official yet

- you were not too famous as a model. You got jobs you liked to do. But there was one person you liked modeling for the most. And you do it over and over again. For Corey... well actually Slipknot. At some point he asked you if you could model for the store. Of course you didn't hesitate and said yes right away. Since then you model for every new collection

- when people suddenly saw you on the website it was clear that you and Corey are a couple. You officially confirmed your relationship

- all the attention didn't hurt you no. On the contrary. You got more jobs for designers that never considered you before

- whenever possible Corey accompanies you to fashion shows, sits in the audience and looks at you in love

- part of all the headlines were true. Corey was a bad boy. That's how you came to know and love him. But he quickly changed, became calmer and more relaxed because he finally had the love of his life with him

- eventually, all the headlines about you guys died down. The next ones were years later when you got married and later had your first child

- despite the fact that you are often far away from each other your relationship has lasted over the years and you are happy together

- Slipknot fans only know you as a couple

Joey:

- It is unusual to have a metal band as a guest at a fashion show, this night was probably the first time ever (maybe just because you begged the promoter to invite Joey)

- Slipknot is standing in front of the building, masks on and giving interviews

- you just wanted to check if they are already there, Joey sees you out of the corner of his eye and grins proudly under his mask

- next to him is Shawn answering a reporter's question

- you can't help it. You scurry to Joey and kiss the cheek of his mask, you can literally feel his smile

- as quickly as you came you are gone, the reporter and Shawn look confused. "Was that Y/N?"

- later the show starts, you look like a decorated Christmas tree

- you are supposed to end the show with your walk

- when it's finally time, you step onto the catwalk

- all nine members are sitting in the front row, Joey is sitting at the head

- it looks a bit funny, the men are sitting there bored in suits and masks

- when they see you they straighten up in their seats and watch your performance

- you pose at the end of the runway and turn around, wink at your boyfriend and disappear behind the wall

- Joey is speechless. How can you move so gracefully and seductively at the same time?

- Chris leans toward Joey, the long nose of his mask touching Joey's shoulder. He whispers. "You're really lucky." He pats your boyfriend's shoulder appreciatively

- after the show, pictures are taken with the models. Slipknot comes up to you immediately. They congratulate you on the successful performance

- Joey puts his arm around you. "You were wonderful honey."

- the photographer comes to your group and asks if he can take pictures, you agree

- Joey pulls you to his chest, the other members stand next to your sides like bodyguards

- days later the pictures appear in different fashion magazines, you find the strong contrast between your colorful outfit and the black suits funny

- in the future Joey accompanies you whenever he can

Jim:

- he really tries to be at every photo shoot or fashion show, to support you

- in the beginning he was not liked by the photographers because... well he is in Slipknot. But once they get to know him they find him quite nice. What should he do? Yell at everyone for no reason and destroy everything?

- when you're elegantly lolling in front of the camera he cheers you on, says things like "You look fantastic babe."

- in the breaks he comes to you immediately, asks if you are well, if you have eaten and drunk enough

- sometimes it happens that you model in your underwear, which Jim likes the most

- when you come out of the dressing room and are perfectly made up, he stands there with his mouth open

- when he first saw you like this, he came to you and said softly in your ear. "I think I'm in heaven. I just saw an angel."

- you slap his arm laughing, you've never heard such a corny line from his mouth before

- today he just stares at you, when you stand in front of a white wall and the light caresses you perfectly, nothing makes him happier than to see you like this

- when he then sees the resulting pictures... according to him they should be 'forbidden', no one else should get to see something like that except him...

- Jim keeps all the articles and pictures about you, he says he wants to show them to your kids later so they know how beautiful you are, but you know he just keeps them so he always has something of you with him on tour

[sinful-lanterns]

I’m curious about your Sugar Mommy/Baby list especially the dynamics of Court Chelsea & Cinnabar.

Also side note: DAMN ELEVEN STACKED WITH SUGAR BABIES

Although Cinnabar was very reluctant to accept Chelsea’s proposals of becoming her sugar baby, Cinnabar is also very weak to the pleas of beautiful women, so she found herself being dragged to the Sugar Mommy’s Club rather effortlessly 😅

Going further into their dynamics, Cinnabar served as Chelsea’s bodyguard (she still does) before becoming her sugar baby, so it was only bound for this relationship to happen as Chelsea firmly believes that Cinnabar should be spoiled for her efforts. It’s cute to see Cinnababy get so flustered whenever she’s surrounded by pretty women who want to spoil her and have a good time (especially whenever it involves you) <3

Also yes, Eleven has a surprising amount of sugar babies indeed! It was somewhat inspired by posts on Twitter where everyone was shipping Eleven with various women (usually Shawn and Angell, tho I added Bianca in there because why not) so Eleven now has 3 sugar babies of her own that she acquired!

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated: 1995 THE YEAR IN WRESTLING. March 1996

MOST POPULAR WRESTLER OF THE YEAR: SHAWN MICHAELS 27,783 votes

The day after WrestleMania XI, “Psycho” Sid Vicious attacked Shawn Michaels, the man who was employing him as a bodyguard. What happened next put Michaels on the road to winning our Most Popular Wrestler of the Year award for the first time.

When Shawn’s good friend Diesel, who had been his enemy for several months before this incident, saved “The Heartbreak Kid” from further punishment and chased Sid away, fans responded with cheers for both men that set Michaels on a course toward unprecedented popularity. Those who once enjoyed despising him became eager to embrace him. And even before Michaels became a full-fledged fan favorite, he had his share of fans. 

“Michaels always struck me as being extremely arrogant,” wrote Nate Suarez of Montreal. “But now I'm seeing a different side of him. He’s more appreciative of the fans. He’s still cocky, but I can overlook that now.”

What Michaels has in abundance is charisma. He is naturally a very attractive personality, and the fans responded to that.

“He’s very charming,” wrote Sandra Trell of Cheyenne, Wyoming. “He’ll do something that’s really rotten, but then he’ll give the crowd a certain look, and everybody will think his opponent deserved exactly what Shawn did to him. It’s like I cheer in spite of myself.”

It doesn’t hurt, of course, that Michaels is a handsome man. For some of his supporters, that is more significant than any wrestling maneuver he uses.

“My heart skips a beat everytime I see him on TV or at the arena,” gushed Roberta Ashanti of St. Paul Minnesota. “How could you not love him?”

However, it isn’t Michaels’ good looks that have carried him to the peak. He is without question one of the sport’s outstanding technical wrestlers. ”That’s why I like him,” wrote Sam Gray of North Bergen, New Jersey. “Forget all that glitz and the hype; the guy isa terrific wrestler. He could beat anybody in the world.”

Clearly, Michaels is the most popular wrestler in the WWF, and one who doesn’t mind sharing the spotlight with his friend Diesel. After the Sid fiasco, Michaels displayed no jealousy toward “Big Daddy Cool” while he was World champion. It is an attitude that added to his popularity.

Next year could be different. Michaels could turn rulebreaker again. But for now, Shawn deserves all the favorable attention he gets.

RUNNERS-UP

STING: 17,728 votes

First runner-up: Last year’s winner is the most popular athlete in his federation, WCW. Sting even hears a few more cheers than his friend Hulk Hogan. One possible reason: He seems more sincere and reachable than the “Hulkster.” Supporters respect Sting for always playing by the rules and for not abandoning WCW for other opportunities. 

DIESEL: 13,450 votes

Second runner-up: He isn’t quite as popular as Michaels, but “Big Daddy Cool” still has a wildly enthusiastic following. Aside from displaying vastly improved skills, Diesel has proved himself quite articulate in the talk-show circuit, and that doubtless has won him fans who don’t normally watch on TV or travel to the arenas.

HULK HOGAN: 11,831 votes

Third runner-up: a decade ago, Hogan was more popular than any professional wrestler ever had been. Today he hears a few more boos, but there are still thousands of loyal “Hulkamaniacs” who believe there’s nobody better than their man. It is a popularity that persists on the strength of what he has done on the movie set, but in the ring.

VOTES FOR OTHERS (8,730)

Some of the top vote-getters who did not capture a runner-up spot include: Bam Bam Bigelow, Tommy Dreamer, Bret Hart, Public Enemy, Razor Ramon, Randy Savage, Tracey Smothers, and The Undertaker.

[salemshotspot]

I can't stop thinking about the episode of RAW where Shawn appoints Sid as his bodyguard and now I want to write Shawn x Sid fics, somebody sedate me please

[magnoliacharmed]

Hurtin' But It's Happy Hour

18+, Shawn Michaels x Sycho Sid one shot

[Also available on Archive on Our Own!]

[There's also a part 1 to this-- not necessary to read before this one but here it is: Awakening]

Tags: Drunk sex, mild painplay, rough sex, jealousy (kinda), spanking, biting, rough oral sex, choking, scratching, creampie, shawn is kind of a brat

Word count: 3709

Summary:

Sid loses control himself while out at the bar with Shawn.

Shawn was feeling especially cute tonight. He took some extra time to get ready before his date-- well, not really a date… his outing with Sid. Looking in the bathroom's mirror, he shook his head from side to side to fluff his recently touched up hair. A good majority of his afternoon was spent at the salon where middle-aged women who'd never heard his name (they assumed he was one of the Chippendale's boys and he wasn't going to tell them any different) oohed-and-awed over his soft, pretty locks. Sid wasn't in the mood for the love-fest and Shawn was sure no one was going to try to kick his ass, so Sid left him to his own devices. How one man could need that much adoration and attention, Sid would never understand. As long as he didn't have to be the only one who gave it to him he was happy.

A hard succession of knocks on the hotel room door made Shawn rush out of the bathroom. According to the steady green glow of the nightstand alarm clock, his big dope of a bodyguard was ten minutes early. Didn't he know by now that Shawn needed every second of primp time? Shawn hopped around the room while he put on his black cowboy boots, searching for his shiny new gold Rolex. He had a few different expensive watches, but this one was particularly special to him. The band of smooth metal wrapped snugly around his wrist and he knew he was ready to go-- wait! The final piece of his outfit sat carefully on top of the dresser. He put it on and bounded over to the door, opening it so quickly that the wind of it made strands of it fly into his face.

"You're early."

"Yeah."

"What if I wasn't ready yet?"

"Well, you are."

A crimson bloom spread across Shawn's cheeks. He hoped that wasn't the only thing Sid would say about his look.

Sid let his eyes roam down Shawn's body. "Man in black tonight, huh? You look nice. You don't wear that cowboy hat often enough."

"Thank you." Shawn's voice came out a lot softer than even he expected to. "You smell nice."

"Oh yeah? It's some kind of fancy cologne someone got for me."

Sid finally let a small smile color his features. It was hard for him to accept gifts, but Shawn just kept giving them to him. First was the cologne, then a nice bottle of champagne. That was really a gift for the both of them, Sid figured. Shawn watched the movement of Sid's big hand as he reached up to scratch at his chin. There it was, his matching Rolex shining pretty on his wrist. 

"You're wearing it!"

"'Course I am." The watch was a little loud for Sid's taste, but the gesture was appreciated. Shawn was a fidgety mess when he watched Sid open it, hoping such a pricey gift didn't scare him away. When Sid let it slide down his wrist and clicked the solid clasp closed with no words, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You ready for tonight? I wanna get fucked up."

One of Sid's blond eyebrows arched up in question. Shawn always wanted to get fucked up, what was any different about tonight?

"And you are gonna get fucked up with me." 

"Eh, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Hey, I'm not payin' you to think."

Sid chewed at his lower lip, a pang of anger hitting him in the chest like a flash of lightning. Just because he'd gotten used to Shawn calling him stupid didn't mean he liked it.

"Watch it," Sid grabbed a little bit of Shawn's hair and yanked it hard, causing a yelp to squawk out from his boss.

"Ow! Okay, I'm sorry, geez. So sensitive. You're too big to let little ol' me get in your head like that."

Sid rolled his eyes. Maybe he did need a drink or two to deal with Shawn tonight. Shawn took his hat off to rub at the tender part of his scalp that Sid almost ripped his hair out from and sighed. God, that felt good. As usual, that little act of foreplay alone had him at half-mast. The night was young though, so he placed his hat back on his head and walked out of the room. 

"Close that door and let's go, we've gotta call the cab."

Shawn was halfway down the hallway heading to the elevator as Sid pulled the door to his room shut.

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"Keep the whiskey coming, please and thank you!"

Shawn nodded his head along, only slightly off-beat, to the loud music playing in the bar. His eyes were shut as he mumbled along the lyrics to a Motley Crue song. Even this drunk he still knew every word. As the song came to a close (Finally, he thought), another two shots of brown liquor were placed before them. Sid watched his own blurred hand pick his glass up and felt whiskey pour down his throat like lava. 

"Aw man, you drank before we could toast." 

Shawn used all of his might to focus his eyes on his shot glass. It was a Herculean task. He blinked slowly at the glass, and when he opened his eyes it was empty. 

"Whoa. I drank it already?" His accent strengthened significantly when he wasn't sober, Sid had noticed. The slurring probably didn't help either.

"Who's the stupid one now?" 

Sid laughed loudly at his rib towards Shawn. Shawn watched as Sid's head reached up to look at the ceiling, his mouth wide open and joyous tears clumping his eyelashes together. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath from laughing so hard. If there was one thing Shawn was good at, it was cracking him up. He didn't even have to try, he was just inherently funny.

"Still you!" Shawn burped as he laughed. It was nice to see Sid not scowling for once. He waved over at the bartender, who shut his eyes like a parent running out of patience with an unruly toddler, to order another set of shots.

"More, Shawn?"

"I said I wanted to--" Another burp. "Get fucked up. Can't tap out yet! Oh shit. Tap out." From the way Shawn began to giggle, he thought he was pretty clever for that one.

"Okay. I'll be back, I gotta take a piss. Don't get yourself into trouble while I'm gone." 

Even though Sid sounded like he was joking as he pointed a finger Shawn's way, the hard look in his eyes told a different story. Shawn nodded seriously. When Sid drank this much, he was essentially useless for what Shawn hired him for. Instead of watching his back, Sid was the one getting himself into trouble. Usually they got kicked out of wherever they were at before things really came to a head. A few too many close calls had kept Shawn from making Sid his official drinking partner, though. He could keep to himself for a few minutes while Sid was in the bathroom, right?

A short amount of time passed, it could've been seconds or only a few minutes as far as Shawn knew, before a shadow darkened his left side. He swiveled his body around on the barstool, almost falling off of it in the process, to face the man standing before him. He was cute enough, Shawn thought. Long, brown hair barely brushed his shoulders. A broad chest strained through his tight t-shirt. Brownish-green eyes seemed to sparkle under the dim lighting. Shawn felt like he was in a dream as a Van Halen song started to blast through the speakers, putting him in a trance he would be embarrassed about later.

"Nice hat. You from Texas?"

Shawn nodded his head slowly. This stranger, whoever he was, had a mischievous look in his eyes. Most men that came up to him were either nervous wrecks or putting on a fake-it-'til-you-make-it level of confidence that turned Shawn off. Whoever this guy was though, he seemed very sure of himself. And he was just Shawn's type too. Shawn looked up at the man through his long eyelashes, batting his eyelids at him while he poked his bottom lip out. 

The man's breath hitched in his chest. Shawn may have been way past tipsy, but he could still sniff out attraction from a mile away. His lowered inhibitions made him bolder than usual. He hooked a finger into the belt loop of the man's jeans, pulling him closer a few steps so he could feel his warmth. Something about the word 'trouble' echoed around in his head for one second, but he pushed it away. He was just having a little fun, no big deal.

"San Antonio, to be exact. Where are you from?" 

Shawn lowered his voice down to a molasses sweet slowness that he knew would crack this guy's cool facade. Readjusting himself to sit up straighter on the stool, he also took the time to let his legs spread open. Just as he expected, the man's eyes took a glance down to his zipper…. Hook, line, and sinker.

"I'm from--"

Suddenly, the guy turned his attention away from Shawn's face to look up and over his head. Sid's expression was hard as his breath huffed out from his nostrils, not unlike a bull ready to charge at the red cape. Shawn scooted his body back around away from the man to face Sid's undoubtedly pissed off self. But he could explain!

"I can explain, Sid."

"Hush."

"It's just…"

"I said hush."

With the way Sid's eyes bored into his, drilling right past his skull and into his brain, Shawn decided that being quiet was probably a good idea.

"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you still here?"

Sid's eyes moved back up to the guy, blinking hard and quick. To his credit, he wasn't cowering in fear. By this point most other men would be running scared. Most of the time Sid didn't even get to show how "psycho" he could be.

"Who the fuck am I? Who are you? I was obviously busy." The man waved his hand absentmindedly in Shawn's direction.

"You're not busy any more. Keep it movin' before I make you move."

An unhinged edge was nipping at Sid's voice. Shawn hoped that for everyone's sake this guy would take the hint and get out of dodge. And yet… he hoped he would keep pressing his luck, too. Selfishly, and Shawn knew it was selfish because he began to get hard at the thought, he hoped the guy would pick a fight that would lead to Sid smacking him around. Sid was scary and mean when he was riled up like this, which turned Shawn on beyond belief. God, forgive him.

"Yeah? You and what army?"

There it is, Shawn thought. It didn't take much to provoke Sid.

The clatter of the barstool Shawn was sitting on falling to the floor made everyone turn to see what the commotion was. Sid had slapped the man so hard he lost his balance. Shawn jetted out from between to avoid any damage while Sid pushed the stool out of his way to continue on. Sid's left fist careened square into the nose of the man who got more than he bargained for. The way his cartilage crumpled and collapsed from Sid's hand made a few people gasp in awe. As the man collapsed onto the floor with blood beginning to pour out from his nostrils, Sid lunged forward to grab the collar of his shirt. A few stiff slams of his body and head into the hardwood floor rattled him into yelling for help. People began to crowd around the scene, a cacophony of loud voices over the music making Shawn remember that he couldn't just stand there and let himself get hot and bothered. There was a very real possibility that if they didn't leave as soon as possible, his bodyguard could end up in jail for the weekend. Vince let Shawn get away with a lot, more than he deserved, but he would have a hard time explaining this jam to him if it went any further.

"Sid, we need to leave. Now."

Shawn tried not to trip over himself as he placed a steadying hand on Sid's shoulder. When he turned away from the sentient glob of snot, blood, and tears that was once Shawn's former suitor, Shawn couldn't help but to widen his eyes. Sid's face was incredibly flushed, his blue eyes widely sitting in his face like two glass marbles. Sweat beaded at his hairline and poured down into his face. Despite it stinging his eyes, he kept them open to stare into and then past Shawn. Very quickly, his anger at this nobody popped like a balloon and was replaced by the urgent need to fuck Shawn until he passed out. 

"Come on, enough!"

Shawn pulled at his shirt in an attempt to get him off of the guy. With one last right hook into the man's cheek, Sid raised himself slowly away. The commotion ceased itself when Sid began to look around at everyone, daring someone to step his way. When no one decided to try it, he grabbed Shawn by the arm and dragged him out of the bar with an unpaid tab and worried mutters.

--- 

The short cab ride back to the hotel was silent outside of Sid's heavy breathing. When they exited the taxi, Shawn tossed the money at the driver and ran behind Sid to catch up with him. Oh, he was pissed alright. Steaming mad still, for some reason. Shawn thought for a moment he was so upset he wouldn't come back to his room with him until Sid jabbed his floor number when they stepped in the elevator. He walked ahead of him to open his door, anticipating with jumped up nervousness what was going to happen next. As he turned away from the door to take off his boots and put his hat down, Sid threw him hard onto the bed. He barely had enough time to make sure his hat hadn't gotten dirty in the whole scuffle.

Sid dragged and pulled Shawn's limp, still pretty drunk, body around to pull off his jeans and shirt. Once he was naked below him, Sid took off his own clothes and tilted his head to the side. Shawn raised on to his elbows while he watched Sid think of what he was going to do to him. As he expected, Sid began to climb on top of him. What he didn't expect was Sid continuing to climb until his knees were on either side of Shawn's chest, his dick bobbing right in Shawn's face. Sid pulled Shawn up closer to it by his hair, pressing his lips against the tip. In response Shawn rested his hands on Sid's ass, spurring him on to enter his mouth.

Shawn's mouth was nice and warm. Immediately he took to drooling on Sid's length, sucking lazily at his cock like they had all the time in the world. They kind of did-- by Shawn standards this was an early night. A steady stream of precome dribbled down Shawn's throat while Sid pushed further into his mouth. He was starting to choke him now, speeding up his pace and tugging harder and harder on Shawn's hair with every thrust. Shawn moaned around his cock, the humming sensation making Sid close his eyes in ecstasy. He could come just like this, plunging his dick down Shawn's throat, feeling his tongue slide around the underside of it while he sucked. The angle of Sid on top of him restricted some access to his lower half and it made Shawn frustrated that he couldn't stroke himself while Sid fucked his mouth.

"Hope you can breathe."

Shawn made a little huffing noise that was barely audible over the wet sounds of his own throat. He could breathe a little, which was just enough. Sid's legs stuttered-- he was close. He pulled out of Shawn's mouth to let him catch his breath for a second. Although the warmth of his mouth felt like heaven, it would have been a waste of an orgasm if he came right there. Shawn turned over on to his stomach to give his elbows a break. Just as soon as his face came to rest in the sheets, Sid was raising him up by his hips and palming his ass. His thumb ghosted over the tattoo on his cheek.

The stinging sensation of Sid's hand smacking one cheek made Shawn shiver. He continued to slap the same spot over and over, with more force each time until it was bright red and raw feeling. Shawn thought he was going to go crazy if Sid waited any longer to fuck him.

"You want any lube?"

Shawn's hair flew around him as he shook his head no. Sid pushed himself inside with no hesitation and expected Shawn's arch to falter, but he stayed right up just like the pro he was. Sid drunkenly watched as his cock disappeared inside of Shawn, all the way up into the very base of himself. He felt so good just like this, not even moving. He could fall asleep right here inside of him as the room swirled…

Shawn pushed back against Sid, chasing after his own orgasm since Sid wasn't following through. Nails dug into his hips and scraped down his thighs, the thought of long red scratch marks making him groan. Sid barely moved as Shawn fucked himself on Sid's dick. This wasn't what he wanted but it felt good anyways. He could imagine it, Sid looking down on him with a stupid, empty-headed look on his face. Shawn reached down to stroke his swinging cock at the image when Sid grabbed his wrist and held it against his lower back, pushing his arch down. It was almost as if he'd read his mind, because suddenly Sid was fucking him hard, grabbing him for purchase and rutting inside of him like an animal. He even breathed and panted like one, some kind of renewed energy flowing through his veins. 

Sid could see the fading scars of the last scratches he'd left across his back and decided to freshen them up. Shawn threw his head back when he felt Sid's nails drag roughly down his shoulder blades and to his lower back. Already they were turning red, a nice contrast against Shawn's even tan. Shawn's knees spread farther and farther apart with each thrust and soon enough he was flat against the bed. Somehow he'd managed to go deeper with the change of position making tears well up in Shawn's eyes. He could feel Sid's breath by his ear, hot and loud against the sound of his own heartbeat. Sid gently brushed Shawn's hair away from said ear, lips murmuring into it.

"Hurt enough for you, Shawn?"

Shawn babbled something incoherent back. Every time Sid's hips pistoned, Shawn's own cock rubbed against the sheets. He could feel the wet spot below him starting to build.

"Do you think that guy at the bar could fuck you like this?"

Squeezed out tears rolled down Shawn's cheeks as he yelled out. "No!"

"You liked seeing me whoop his ass, huh?"

"Yes, fuck."

"I liked doing it too. 'Cause I knew it'd turn you on."

Sid grazed his teeth along the shell of Shawn's ear. He felt his body tense up below him and pulled his head up hard by his hair. From the little bit that was revealed to him, Shawn's face was a blushing wet mess, not only from his tears alone but drool that had dribbled out too.  Shawn gasped when Sid's teeth sunk into his ear, a noise that was so loud they both hoped no one would knock on their door to see what was going on. Sid pushed Shawn's face back into the sheets and held it there, muffling his moans and whimpers, fucking him fast and hard until he couldn't take it any more. Sid's come flooded into Shawn's ass in a rush and Shawn followed suit shortly after, his come spreading across his skin and into the sheets. He could've sworn his eyes crossed as his body slackened up after the force of such a strong orgasm. 

The two removed themselves from each other. Shawn rolled off of the bed and slowly made his way to the bathroom. Compared to the sight he saw earlier, he was a wreck. All that work those ladies put into his hair was for nothing as it sat in a tangled mess on top of his head. Pushing some it back, she saw the mark Sid left on his ear and smiled. Then of course was his back, which he wasn't able to get a great look at but was sure was damaged. His ass was sore, the cheek and inside of it. The scratches on his thighs looked rough. It was all so perfect.

"I think this was the best sex I've ever had-- hey!"

Shawn re-entered the bedroom to see Sid fast asleep, snoring lightly while he laid on his back. He was barely gone for five minutes! 

"Wake up, night's not over yet! I'm still kinda drunk, and I'm hungry." Shawn grabbed a pillow and began to hit Sid with it, causing him to open his eyes in a daze. When he finally looked alert, Shawn threw the pillow to the side and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What am I supposed to do about that?" Sid blinked. How did Shawn still have energy?

"I'm gonna order a pizza. You're gonna go downstairs and get it."

"I--"

"I know you're hungry too. Besides, I can barely walk, which is your fault I must remind you, so you have to be the one to go get it. Don't worry, I'll give you some cash before you head down." 

"Okay, I guess." 

Sid tried not to fall back asleep as he heard Shawn dial away on the bedside telephone. 

[jevilowo]

Lowkey want to write a batim fic where Sammy decids they should write and perform an Original Musical™ to praise the lord Bendy Christ

It starts off as a regular play but hes a control freak and fired the lost one writers and it became a Hamilton style 100% song thing

Tbh a lot of the musical is Hamilton vibes

Its about Joey and Henry creating the studio together and creating Bendy, Boris and Alice

Henry fucks off end of act one and act two is Joeys descent into madness and ink

Lacie gets to posess the Bendy animatronic as a treat. She plays the part of Bendy in the musical also

Buddy is Boris ofc

Susie is casted as Alice. Tom is hired as a bodyguard to make sure she doesn't maul Buddy or anything.

Susie's starring role doesn't last long

Alison: singing randomly

Sammy: holy shit that is very Lord praising worthy

Allison: huh what

Sammy: susie you're fired

Susie:

Grant is made to play Joey, against his will. He's only doing it because Shawn's playing Henry and they have great onscreen chemistry

Norman was dragged up from the basement to run lights. He seems fine with it.

Jack does a good portion of the song writing. He isn't credited for this. Rip.

Live music provided by musicians turned lost ones and searchers!

Henry is confused as to why nothing's attacking him this particular loop. He follows the faint music blasting and walks in on a cluster of ink people screeching

What's this place man?

JOEY DREW STUDIOS

*dramatic thunk*

In the end they just do the musical for him bc the ink demon doesn't even show up

Susie had a hand in this as revenge for having her part stolen

Joey, watching from his house, is so proud he doesn't even care about the loop completely breaking

[dilanmoodboards]

Kinktober Day 9: Shower/Bath Sex

Paring: Shawn Michaels/Sycho Sid

NSFW; +18; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Before Shawn's match against Diesel at Wrestlemania, him and his new bodyguard blow off some steam.

Tags: Kinktober 2024; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Bathtub Sex; Anal Sex

Notes: English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 1,449

Shawn was drinking champagne in the hotel bathtub, his Wrestlemania match with Diesel was coming up in less than a week and he was celebrating. At this year's Wrestlemania he would win gold, he had no doubt about it, and not only that but he would teach Diesel a lesson he wouldn’t forget. No one turned their back on the Heartbreak Kid, no one!

Sid was leaning against the door of the bathroom, watching as his new boss relaxed in the bathtub. He didn’t understand why he had to wait inside the bathroom, but it’s not like the view was unpleasant. 

Shawn was rather good looking, his long blonde hair was wet and his muscled and chiseled chest was showing over the water of the tub. Michaels had his eyes closed, he was leaning his head back, resting it on the edge of the bath. Sid couldn’t help but think about kissing the expense of the blonde's neck as he would rub his hands over Shawn’s hairy chest.  

Shawn thought about Diesel as he closed his eyes, god he missed the bigger man. Over time their relationship had gone from just business, to friendship, to something more. He couldn’t believe the bastard had betrayed him, and had stabbed him on his back. Tears had started well up in his eyes, which made him groan in frustration. Why couldn’t he forget him? Why couldn’t he move on?

“You alright boss?” Shawn heard Sid’s rough voice coming from the door and gave a little startled jump. To be fair Shawn had forgotten Sid was even there. “I’m fine. Just peachy.” Shawn tried to give one of his signature Heartbreak kid grins, but it looked more like a grimace. 

Michaels went to sip some more champagne from the flute he was holding, only to notice he had already drunk the entire glass. Sid watched as Shawn tried to reach the bottle only to swear once he noticed it was too far for him to reach from the bathtub. “Want me to fill the glass up for you?” Shawn gave him a lost look, but nodded. Sid had noticed that his new boss tended to space out constantly, the only moment he seemed to truly be there was when he was in the ring. He also noticed that the heartbreak kid truly missed his old bodyguard, even if he would be caught dead before admitting it.

  It seemed Big Daddy Cool Diesel had done the impossible, he had broken the heartbreaker’s heart. Sid wanted to laugh at the irony, but stopped himself before any sound could escape his lips, he didn’t think it would bode well with his boss if he was laughing at his suffering. Not that he thought Michaels would notice in his current self deprecating state. Sid made his way to the small table that held the bottle of campaign, with the cold bottle in hand he went over to the tub and filled Shawn’s glass. As he was filling the flute, Michaels looked up at him, his blue eyes glassy from unshed tears. Sid could imagine those eyes looking up at him in another situation, glassy not from sadness but from pleasure… Sid licked his lips at the thought.

Shawn looked up into Sid’s cold blue eyes. His new bodyguard didn’t look much like Diesel, he was blonde, with curly hair, clean shaven and with blue eyes that constantly looked cold, like a predator watching his prey. Diesel’s hair was black, he had a goatee and his eyes were brown, but more importantly they were warm, there was always affection behind them even when Shawn was trying to annoy him.

When Sid finished filling Shawn’s glass and started to move away, Shawn grasped his arm with his free hand. He needed to drive Diesel away from his head, and he only knew one way of doing it. “Do you want to join me?” Shawn tried to put all his charm into the question, lowering his voice and batting his eyelashes. Sid looked at him for a couple of seconds, then placed the champagne bottle he was holding on the table, and started to strip off his clothes.

Shawn hungrily watched from the tub as more and more flesh was revealed. Sid had a very nice body and, well, lets just say he would definitely be able to forget Diesel. After undressing, his new bodyguard climbed into the tub and lowered himself into the water. 

Sid gave a sigh of relief as the warm water relaxed his tense muscles, he could see why Michaels liked his baths so much. They stayed in silence for a while, neither one knowing what to talk about. The tub wasn’t really big enough for both of them so Sid’s legs were folded, his knees sticking out of the water. After a couple more minutes of awkward silence, Shawn finally said something.

“Sorry, the tub isn’t really big.” Sid nodded. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not actually uncomfortable.” Shawn gave a hum, blushing a little as his legs brushed with Sid’s. “There is a way that we both can get more comfortable.” The larger man looked at Michaels questionaly, before answering: “How?” Shawn licked his lips and started moving, he tapped Sid’s knees signaling him to stretch his legs and straddled his bodyguard’s lap. “Better?” Shawn asked. “Yeah, much better.” Sid answered, placing his hands on the blonde’s hips. They continued to stare at each other for a couple more seconds until Shawn brought his lips to Sid’s and they engaged in a heated kiss.

As they kissed Sid’s hands went from Shawn’s hips to his ass, kneading at the firm flesh, earning him a deep moan from the Heartbreak Kid. They continued to explore each other's mouth as well as their bodies, Sid learned pretty fast that Shawn had very sensitive nipples, his voice turning into a whine every time his fingers rubbed and pinched them. Shawn was moving frantically, trying to rub their dicks together, which was throwing the water from the tub all around the bathroom.

“Sid… sit up on the edge… Please… I need you inside.” Sid did as asked, sitting at the edge of the tub and resting his back against the wall. Shawn got out of the bath and took one of his lube bottles from his bag on the counter. As he sat on Sid’s lap, he squirted the lube on his finger and started stretching himself. “Fuck Michaels, you look real hot like that.” Sid said, once again taking Shawn’s lips in a bruising kiss. After a while he felt Shawn’s hand on his shaft and brought the Heartbreak Kid closer so he could access his hole. 

Shawn slowly sunk himself on Sid’s cock, trying to not blow his load too early, and from the way Sid was gripping his hips he wouldn’t last long either. Shawn started moving as fast as he could, he needed to drive away every single thought of Diesel from his head and the more he lost himself in pleasure the less he thought about the big man. As he continued to ride Sid, his pace started to get sloppy prompting him to twist them around so Shawn was the one sitting on the edge of the tub, his back being driven into the wall at every hard thrust from the Master and Ruler of the World. 

He relaxed his body allowing Sid to take complete control of the pace, gripping his bodyguard’s hair as he was fucked relentlessly. Sid was almost delirious, he knew Shawn would feel good, but he didn’t expect him to feel this good, every sound coming from his mouth was like music to his ears. His deep blue eyes were glossy once again, his face stained with tears of pleasure. Shawn took his dick in his hand, cuming in only a couple strokes, the feeling of Shawn’s orgasm was enough to take Sid over the edge and he came hard not long after.

When Shawn finally caught his breath Sid was still holding him, his legs still wrapped around his bodyguard’s hips. “Feeling better now boss?” Sid spoke into his ear. “Much, remind me to give you a raise tomorrow.” Sid laughed as he pulled out of Shawn, slowly lowering the Heartbreak Kid’s legs. Sid left the tub and wrapped himself in a towel and put another one around Shawn, slowly moving him from the tub and taking him bridal style to the bed. 

As Sid helped to dry him off, Shawn thought that he could get used to having his new bodyguard around, especially if he was going to get princess treatment everytime they had sex. 

[demoralizedreprobate]

Shawn trying to replace his ex boyfriend- I mean bodyguard

[tameodesza]

promises

Bodyguard!Kevin x Male Escort!Shawn 

₊˚ʚ Summary: When Shawn feels down on Valentine’s Day, Diesel reminds him that he’s worthy of love. AO3.

₊˚ʚ a/n: gets smutty near the end 👀

Of all the holidays, one would think Shawn’s most profitable time of the year would be Valentine’s Day. His home should be flooded with gifts from lonely men. His phone should be ringing off the hook with clients begging for an ounce of his attention, fighting to be the highest bidder. 

However, Valentines Day also seemed to be the one day Shawn’s clients suddenly remembered they had spouses appease. Instead of spoiling the blond in riches, they were busy arranging apologetic floral deliveries, gifting shut-up rings to their significant others, or booking last-minute reservations at some nice restaurant. 

These men had a status to uphold, a facade to maintain. What well-respected executive would want to be seen on such a special day courting a whore? 

Yes, that was about Hunter. And yes, it still stung knowing that even Shawn’s favorite client didn’t have time for him.  

Hunter had called earlier that morning to squeeze in a round of phone sex. But the session was cut short when Shawn asked, “what are you getting me for Valentine’s Day, daddy?” Hunter had apparently forgotten all about the holiday, rushing off the phone to get some half-assed gift for his wife. Shawn was left there listening to the dial tone, wondering what the hell happened. 

Hunter had been the only client to contact him that day, which would normally be fine. Shawn was usually booked and busy, so any free time was welcome. But on a day where the significance of love was constantly shoved in his face, his free schedule only served as a reminder of how undesirable he was. He was just a pretty face. A good time. A great lay. But he wasn’t hubby material. He wasn’t someone to claim. And even on a day of love, he wasn't worthy of any. 

Shawn leaned against the door frame of his guest room trying not to look as sad as he was. It was odd being on the sidelines, watching as Diesel prepared to step out for the night. Any hopes of enjoying his free time with the company of his bodyguard was crushed ten minutes earlier when the man casually mentioned, “I got plans.” 

Shawn followed Diesel’s every move, never too far behind as the man styled his hair, sprayed on cologne, and adjusted his clothes in front of the full-length mirror. Shawn silently hoped he’d change his mind. That the holes he burned in the back of Diesel’s head would telepathically convince him to stay in instead of going out on a date.  

Shawn still couldn't wrap his mind around it. Maybe it was because he was too self-centered to believe that Diesel had anyone else in his life besides him. Or maybe it was because he thought his unspoken claim on his bodyguard was obvious. But the thought of Diesel enjoying the company of someone else left Shawn with mixed emotions. 

Part of Shawn was happy for him. Diesel had been by his side for over a year at this point, barely taking time off for himself. It was about time that he put himself first. But Shawn couldn’t help but be bitter about it. 

“Is she pretty?” 

Diesel’s hand froze on the cuff he was latching, Shawn’s question coming off stronger than intended. He looked in the mirror, catching Shawn’s eyes. “He. And yes.”  

‘He,’ Shawn mouthed to himself as he looked away, missing the subtle smile on Diesel’s lips. “Must be nice.” Shawn twirled his hair, trying to seem unbothered. But he was curious to know who’d managed to catch his bodyguard’s attention. “Do I know him?” 

Diesel moved to the dresser in search of a pair of socks. “Yes.” 

Shawn tilted his head, already thinking of the possibilities. If they both knew the person, he wondered if it was someone from his stripping days. There were more than a few dancers interested in Diesel back then. He was even more of a catch now, especially since growing out his hair.  

Or maybe, heaven forbid, one of Shawn’s clients had fallen for the man. But that was highly unlikely given how intimidating Diesel could be. They wouldn't have time to fall for him before Diesel scared them off. 

Regardless, it didn’t matter. Because whoever it was must've been special enough for Diesel to make a move. 

“What if this guy’s, like, a serial killer or something?” 

Diesel let out a humored breath. “I can handle myself.” 

Shawn felt hopeless as his hints flew over Diesel’s head. He sat on the bed with a loud dramatic sigh, waiting for Diesel to say something – anything. But the man seemed more interested in double-knotting his shoelaces. Shawn gave another sigh, this one louder than the last. 

Diesel wiped away a knowing smile before approaching Shawn. “Is something wrong?” 

“It’s nothing.” Shawn waved a dismissive hand that fooled nobody. 

“You and I both know that’s not true.” Diesel kneeled before him, placing his hands on Shawn’s knees. “What is it? You’re gonna miss me or something?” 

That had been Shawn’s cue to laugh, his chance to downplay how he really felt as he always had. Yet, he couldn’t. Not when he looked into Diesel’s eyes, wondering ‘what if.’ What if he answered honestly? What if he admitted that, yes, he would miss him? Not because Diesel was his bodyguard. Not because he was his friend. But because he didn't want to give Diesel away.  

Selfishly, Shawn didn't want Diesel meeting with this mystery man, becoming smitten with him, sleeping with him, or worse, falling in love with him. No, Shawn wanted Diesel to himself, no matter how hypocritical it was to expect that.  

But Shawn also couldn't escape reality. He chose a life of whoring himself out for nice things. He was a showpiece, a shiny trophy meant to be flaunted, but too shameful to take home to meet the parents. He couldn’t expect any man to seriously want him – not even Diesel. 

Shawn gave an unconvincing smile as he smoothed down a few of Diesel’s curly strands. “Don’t worry about me, Kev. I’ll be fine. Go enjoy your date with the lucky guy.” 

But Diesel was slow to make a move, holding their gaze as if searching for something. Shawn’s eyes seemed foggy, as if masking a truth too murky to decipher. 

Diesel stood tall with a slow breath. “Ok. If you say so.” 

Shawn felt instant regret, his eyes closing with a heavy sigh as he listened to Diesel’s retreating footsteps, not finding the words to ask him to stay.  

“Shawn. Look at me.” 

Shawn reluctantly opened his eyes, mentally cursing Diesel for dragging this on. However, he was stunned to see Diesel standing before him with a single red rose in hand.  

“Uh...what’s this?” 

Diesel raised the rose towards Shawn with a sheepish grin. “I figured you’d be busy tonight. But seeing as you’re not...will you be my valentine?” 

Shawn blinked once. Then twice before letting out a shaky breath of disbelief. “B-But what about your date?” 

Diesel inched forward, tugging Shawn’s hand to pull him up from the bed. “I’m looking at him. If you accept, of course.” 

A slow smile crept onto Shawn’s lips, his cheeks reddening from a blush he couldn’t contain. He grabbed the rose, careful of its thorny green spikes. He twisted the stem, sniffing the floral fragrance emanating from its petals. “Way to keep a man waiting.” 

“So, is that a yes?” 

Shawn looked past the rose to Diesel’s nervous grin before closing the gap between them. He placed a soft kiss on Diesel’s cheek, whispering, “Yes. I will be your valentine.” 

- 

The night was spent downtown, arms entwined as they blended into the sea of happy couples. The streets were bathed in pink and red decor. Heart-shaped balloons floated above the crowd. Rose petals lay sprinkled along the sidewalk, spilling from busy flower shops. Every restaurant was packed to the brim, fully booked by those who were wise enough to make reservations ahead of time.  

Diesel and Shawn rarely had moments out like this – moments of normalcy, moments that didn't center around the raunchy business they were running. For one night, they could forget about their obligations and enjoy activities that were usually reserved for couples. They intended on spending every second making the most of their impromptu date. 

Their first stop was at a shop to buy Valentine's Day cards. 

“We need cards, Kev! It’s tradition!” That had been Shawn’s reasoning to hide the fact that he may have been feeding into the idea of their night as a pair more than he thought he would. 

They searched the shop separately, each writing cute little messages on the inside of their cards before gifting them to the other:  

To Shawn,  There’s never a dull moment with you. Thanks for making my days a bit more exciting. Happy Valentine’s Day. - Diesel  

To Diesel Kevin,  Happy V-day, big guy! I hope you didn’t use today as an excuse to keep an eye on me, hehe. Just kidding. I know I’m not the easiest to work with, but I appreciate you always looking out for me. I wouldn’t want to spend today with anyone else. Love you!  - Shawn, your favorite blondie 

Diesel reread Shawn's message at least three times, lingering on the end. He’d heard ‘I love you’ from Shawn plenty of times, but it was always said in jest. But something about the night made it hit different for Diesel.  

When they left the shop, Diesel was nearly dragged across the street when an excited Shawn spotted a food stand selling chocolate-covered strawberries. The dessert was criminally overpriced, but it was worth the radiant smile Shawn gave when Diesel bought him the largest serving. 

“Aww, you really do love me, don’t you,” Shawn cooed, pinching Diesel’s cheek before biting into another delicious treat. 

Diesel chuckled along with Shawn, biting into his own strawberry to stifle a telling response. 

They left the stand to find some ‘real food’ – pizza and wings – before taking a stroll to Lover’s Bridge, a popular spot in town where couples placed locks on the bridge to symbolize their love for one another.  

“What are you doing,” Diesel asked, puzzled as Shawn began digging through his pockets. 

Shawn reached into Diesel’s coat, finally finding the Sharpie he’d been looking for. He uncapped the top with his teeth, writing on a padlock as he uttered, “Locking in our future.”  

He wrote both his and Diesel’s initials, adding a plus sign in the middle before drawing a heart around the letters. He smiled proudly at his masterpiece. “Anything you want to add?” 

Diesel looked at the lock for a moment as if studying art at a museum. Then he grabbed the lock and marker, adding ‘4ever’ below the heart. “Now, it's perfect.” 

Shawn smiled fondly at what he wrote. “Yeah. It is.”  

They attached the lock to the bridge together, the click of the metal sealing their fate. “There,” Shawn said with finality as he held up the lock’s key. “Now you can never leave my side.” 

Diesel’s lips curved into a smile, clasping his hand over Shawn’s before grabbing the key. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He chucked the key into the river, watching it ricochet across the water before sinking below.  

It was in that moment, standing by Diesel’s side as they watched the moon-lit river flow beneath them, that Shawn could no longer ignore the skip in his heart. He’d felt it ever since Diesel gave him that rose. All night, he’d explained it away as excited nerves, as anticipation of the fun he knew he would have with Diesel. Then came the realization – Shawn never felt this way with anyone before, not even his wealthy clients.  

The night had been far from the usual courting Shawn experienced, but it was everything he could have ever wanted. It was authentic, genuine, real. Diesel had been the perfect gentleman – not for an ulterior motive, not for the hope of getting into Shawn’s pants. But because Diesel respected him as a person, saw Shawn for who he was and not what he could gain from the blond.  

That meant a lot to Shawn, and he was done lying to himself – at least for tonight. He glanced at Diesel, the older man unaware of the blond’s pensive gaze. Shawn did something he normally shied away from. He allowed himself to wonder, to indulge in the idea of being with Diesel, to pretend like they weren't as complicated as they were.  

He acknowledged everything he’d felt that night – the pounding in his chest when Diesel gave him the rose, the butterflies in his stomach when Diesel held his hand as they crossed the street, the blush of his cheeks when Diesel dabbed pizza sauce from his chin, the tingly feeling that coursed through his veins when bystanders mistook Diesel for his boyfriend.  

Shawn never corrected them. And neither did Diesel. Because tonight gave them that excuse. 

Late into the night, Shawn crept into the guest room of his condo, slipping into bed with the whisper of Diesel’s name. The room was dark, the soft glow of amber streetlights his only guidance as he settled onto Diesel’s bare chest. Words weren't needed for Diesel. He knew what Shawn wanted, and he desperately wanted the same. 

Shawn peppered light kisses across Diesel’s pecs, navigating up his neck before running a wet tongue across Diesel’s Adam's apple. Diesel swallowed dryly, shifting his Adam's apple against Shawn’s tongue. The blond gave it a kiss before kissing up towards Diesel’s chin.  

He nudged upwards, bumping his nose against Diesel in search of the man’s lips. They both let out a content sigh through their noses when their lips met. Their soft pecks slowly progressed to interlocked lips, heads tilting as their tongues explored familiar territory. 

Shawn pressed his hips down, rubbing their crotches together in need of something more. Diesel gripped tightly onto the blond’s oversized t-shirt before flipping him onto his back. His lips returned to Shawn’s, a curious hand slowly traveling down the blond’s chest. He reached underneath the fabric, surprised and unbelievably turned on when he discovered Shawn wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

They became a mess of limbs, Shawn's shirt flying one direction and Diesel’s boxers flying the other. Their kiss grew greedy, arms clinging around each other, nails clawing at the skin, soft gasps leaving their lips as their dicks rubbed against each other.  

Diesel swiped a finger teasingly against Shawn’s entrance, the blond whining wantonly against his lips. His breathing grew ragged when Diesel inserted a finger, expertly opening him up. Shawn reached a hand down to grab Diesel’s dick, stroking it to match the pace of the finger pumping inside of him.  

“Ah, shit,” Diesel whispered, dipping his head into Shawn’s shoulder. His finger faltered in the blond, it being hard to focus with Shawn skillfully tugging on his dick.  

Diesel added a second finger, then a third, and soon enough Shawn was rocking his hips to basically fuck himself against Diesel’s hand. "Kev,” Shawn gasped as he felt the man's fingers brush against his prostate. 

Diesel bit his lip in restraint as Shawn’s hand quickened on his cock. He knew neither of them would last like this, so he removed his fingers from Shawn before pulling the blond’s hand away. 

Diesel began lining himself at Shawn’s entrance, but stopped when the blond urged, “Condom, condom.” Though Shawn got tested regularly, it was always best to play it safe. 

Diesel searched the room, Shawn watching hungrily as Diesel rolled the condom over his thick cock. Diesel didn’t have a chance to make it back to the bed when Shawn rushed towards him, pulling him into a heated kiss. Diesel was quick to take charge, pressing Shawn firmly against the wall before easily lifting both of his legs. 

Shawn quickly clasped his arms and legs around Diesel to not fall. Diesel held onto his hips, bracing Shawn before inserting his cock slowly into Shawn’s ass. The blond let out a sharp breath, his whimper cut off by Diesel’s lips.  

Diesel kept his pace slow, gently rocking into Shawn to get the blond adjusted. When Shawn began grinding back, silently asking for more, Diesel was more than willing to comply. He quickened the pace, sharply snapping into the man, nearby picture frames rattling as he fucked Shawn into the wall. 

“Oh..oh..oh fuck,” Shawn moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He could practically feel Diesel in his stomach at this angle. “Shit, your cock is so fucking big. Just like that. Fuck!” 

It was hard for Diesel to respond with how tightly Shawn gripped his cock. He grunted, “You like that, huh? You like the way I fuck you? You want some more, don’t you?” Shawn nodded with the bite of his lip. Diesel slowed his thrusts, demanding, “Let me hear you.” 

“Yes, I want more. Please, give it to me. Please, baby. Please!” 

Diesel’s hips stuttered. “Say that again.” 

Shawn was out of it, way past the point of caring about the slip up. “Baby...fuck me. Fuck me! Baby-ah!” 

Diesel fucked Shawn at a rabbit’s pace, the endearing pet name feeding something in Diesel, making him feel wanted by Shawn. The room was filled with the sound of Diesel’s balls mercilessly slapping against Shawn’s ass, competing with the intense moans pouring from the blond. 

Diesel dropped his head, giving an experimental lick to the blond’s neck. Shawn angled his neck, exposing the skin as he begged, “Mark me.” 

“But your clients-” 

“I don’t care. Make me yours, Kev. Please, baby. Please!” 

Shawn looked almost teary-eyed, his eyes holding so much emotion behind them. Diesel couldn’t tell if it was just dirty talk, or if Shawn even registered what he was saying, but the blond wanting him so badly fed right into his ego. 

Diesel bit into Shawn’s neck, sucking hard on the blond’s skin until there was no doubt hickeys would be left behind.  

Shawn held him close, nails digging into Diesel’s back. “Fuck! Kev, I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” 

At that, Diesel moved them back to the bed, placing Shawn on his back so he could finish comfortably. Diesel grabbed Shawn’s hands, fingers intertwining as he fucked into the younger man, pinning Shawn to the bed with no place to go. Shawn widened his legs, bringing Diesel as close as he could be, deepening his strokes.  

Diesel pressed his head against Shawn’s, looking into the blond’s lust-filled eyes. His dark hair fell over them in a thick curtain, shutting out the world as if they were the only two that mattered.  

A passing thought crossed Shawn’s mind – this is what making love must feel like. Something about him and Diesel just felt...right. Like this was where they were meant to be, who they were meant to share their bodies with. They fit perfectly together, hitting every pleasure point on each other’s body, creating a mold that no one else could fill. 

Unlike other men, Diesel didn’t need a reason to sleep with Shawn. He wasn't running away from a troubled marriage or exploring his sexuality. They weren’t transactional. He got nothing out of it aside from just being with Shawn.  

With Diesel, Shawn felt like he could be the truest version of himself. He didn't have to get dolled up, spending hours shaving his body or plucking his eyebrows like he did for his high maintenance clients. He didn't have to struggle deciding on which lingerie set to wear when Diesel liked him in something as simple as an oversized t-shirt. He didn’t have to check the clock, impatiently waiting for the session to end. Because when it came to Diesel, Shawn didn't want their time to end. 

Sweat trickled down Shawn’s temple as Diesel’s thrusts slowed to a gentle roll of his hips. Their lips met again, this time softer, more tender, as if they were savoring a taste they’d never have again.  

Sometimes Diesel would slip, his kisses becoming too passionate, his thrusts too careful, his thumbs brushing over Shawn’s hands like he was afraid he’d break. Shawn allowed himself to notice, mirroring Diesel’s gentle approach as if to say ‘It’s ok. I know.’ Though they both feigned ignorance, they knew they were connected by something deeper, even if they were too afraid to say it. 

The moment went as soon as it came, Diesel picking the pace to what they were accustomed to. Shawn broke from the kiss with a loud cry when Diesel hit directly on that sensitive bud of nerves. He clenched hard, his ass tightening the grip on Diesel’s cock. 

“Shawn,” Diesel breathed a quivering voice. “Oh, shit. Shawn, I’m-” 

“Me too. Please, don’t stop! Ah!” 

Shawn turned his face into Diesel’s shoulder, but the older man placed a hand on his cheek to pull him back. “Look at me. I want to see that pretty face when you come.” 

Shawn threw his head back when Diesel gave a hard thrust causing heat to pool at his stomach. Diesel latched his lips onto Shawn’s neck, forming another hickey until the blond came shortly after, spurts of come smearing between their chests. Diesel pulled back just in time to see Shawn’s face contorted in pleasure. That was all it took to send him over the edge. He kissed Shawn sloppily, pounding in the blond as he filled his condom. 

He rode out his orgasm, slowing to a stop before pulling out of the blond. He flopped over in a huff, pulling Shawn onto his chest. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other as their breathing evened out. 

This was Shawn’s favorite part. Diesel didn't run off in a hurry to get back to his family. He didn’t scramble for his wallet to slap money on the table for Shawn’s service. He stayed, running his hands through Shawn's hair until the blond began to doze off.  

They fell back into their normal routine – Diesel nudging Shawn awake, carrying him to the tub, placing him on his lap as he ran a bath to get him clean. Except this time, it was for the both of them.  

“I could get used to this,” Shawn sighed, leaning back against Diesel’s chest as the man scrubbed lavender-scented shampoo against his scalp. 

“What, being pampered?” Diesel chuckled, cupping a handful of water to rinse the shampoo out. “That’s nothing out of the norm.” 

“No.” Shawn shifted as best as he could in the small tab, turning so his head’s on Diesel’s shoulder. “Being like this. With you. I like it.” 

There was a meekness to Shawn’s tone, his voice barely above a whisper as if he were hoping Diesel hadn’t heard him. But of course, he had. Shawn could tell by the soft thud he felt against his hand on Diesel’s chest. 

It was hard for Diesel to tell if Shawn was being serious. The blond was a tease, always knowing the right words to say to a man. Diesel had seen it plenty of times with the clients Shawn entertained, oftentimes rolling his eyes at how easy they fell for it. Yet, he couldn't help but fall for it as well. Because the sincerity in Shawn’s eyes told him it wasn't an act.  

“I don’t want tonight to end,” Shawn said in gloom. 

Diesel brought a wet hand to Shawn’s temple, wiping away a few lingering suds. “You know, it doesn’t have to just be tonight.” His hand traveled down Shawn’s neck, brushing past the very visible hickeys he left behind. “We don’t need some holiday to be together...like this. I’m here whenever you need me.” 

Shawn bit his lip, failing to stop the smile from spreading. “I know.” Shawn trailed a finger along Diesel’s chest in thought. “Can you promise me something?” 

“Anything.” 

“If you do manage to find someone, don’t forget about your ol’ pal, ok?” 

Shawn lifted his head with a sad gleam in his eyes, one that Diesel wasn’t sure how to interpret. “What are you talking about?” 

“It’s just...you’re a catch, Kev. You’re nice, handsome, protective, considerate. You’re gonna make someone very happy one day. Just- I hope they’re fine with sharing.” Shawn sure wouldn’t be.  

“Shawn, I don’t-” 

“Just promise me.” 

There was vulnerability in Shawn’s tone, a desperation in his eyes that made Diesel want to chase his worries away. Diesel looped his pinky around Shawn’s, their prune-like skin letting them know they’d been in the water a while. “I promise.” 

Truth was Diesel had no intention of finding someone. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind since working full-time for Shawn. Most of his days consisted of making sure the blond was safe and sound. A relationship would be a distraction – or at least that was what he told himself. 

“Do you think you’ll ever settle down,” Diesel asked out of curiosity. 

Shawn stilled at the question. Honestly, he hadn't thought that far ahead. Settling down, getting married, possibly having kids – it all seemed far fetched and out of reach for a guy like him.  

Shawn shrugged, “Don’t know. Maybe if I find prince charming.” 

“What if you already have?”  

There was a pause, a heaviness in the air as the question seemed to echo around them. Shawn felt as if he were under a microscope, Diesel’s intense gaze never leaving him as if expecting a certain answer. An answer Shawn had almost been willing to give. 

“Then I guess I’ve been too blind to notice.” 

There was a looming silence, their words dancing on a confession. They were both playing with fire, drifting closer to the inferno of what simmered between them. It was only a matter of time before one of them ventured further, daring to get burned. 

Just then, they were interrupted by the sound of Shawn’s pager going off, the annoying beep notifying him that a client was trying to get in touch. And just like that, they were back to reality. 

Shawn sighed, “Duty calls.” 

He exited the tub in naked glory, grabbing a towel on his way out. Before walking out the door, Shawn stopped and turned to Diesel. “Thanks for tonight, Kev. I mean it.” 

Diesel nodded, returning a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. At that, Shawn headed to his own room to call the number that had been displayed on his pager. Diesel sat in the tub a little longer, the water feeling colder without Shawn in his arms. He’d spent many nights like this, alone to his thoughts, but he felt the immense weight of it right then. 

After being on such a high, he felt so low. Like his life vest had been ripped away, making him fight to stay afloat in rocky waters. Shawn was that life vest, his lifeline, and there was only a matter of time until Diesel could no longer ignore that fact. 

Luckily for him, his lifeline always seemed to come floating back. That much was true when he left the bathroom to find that Shawn had returned to the guest room, sleeping soundly in bed.  

A smile tugged at Diesel’s lips as he slid under the covers. He pulled Shawn close, gently lulling him back to sleep when the blond stirred awake. In the morning, they’d pretend that the passionate night they shared never happened. But for now, they held on tighter, promising to be there when the sun rose.

[not-ur-boy-toy]

Hartbreak Ranch Chapter 2

AN: Chapter 2 has finally arrived after a massive delay!! Not much romance going on so far for the two, BUT, it is getting there, I'm trying to not get too impatient, but gotta build it up... ;D If you'd like to be tagged in this series, please let me know as well! :)

TW: foul language, addiction mention as well as drugs mentioned (lightly)

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“Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my home?”.

The voice rang out through the living room as Shawn stood still as a statue. It was an odd situation. Shawn was in the middle of the room, in the middle of nowhere, by himself. He didn’t exactly blend in either, he couldn’t have been an ‘neighbour’ just coming to borrow some sugar. By any sane person’s mind, they would have thought he was trying to rob them. Shawn knew he should have answered by now, but his mind was elsewhere… Mostly admiring the cowboy in front of him.

“Oh uhh.. I-.. Well..-” Shawn stuttered out before being interrupted by the man who now stood in the doorway, his warm chocolate eyes now holding a dangerous glare. 

“Spit it out, I don’t need a story. Name and what the hell are you doing in my home” the guy repeated with a slight hiss, aggression now starting to build up in his tone as he moved  towards Shawn. 

This was all that Shawn needed to reply back as quick as possible. He had dealt with plenty of fights before. But, that was with a bodyguard who knew about his bad temper and sharp tongue. Cowboys weren’t his forte to fight with either..

“Sorry! Right, I’m Shawn, I’m guessing your brother, Owen, brought me here!” Shawn blurted out quickly, not risking to anger the other.

Shawn was praying that Owen would return fast, especially as the man stared Shawn down. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking, especially as the guy stayed quiet. Was he gonna punch Shawn? Beat him up? Or perhaps Kiss him?... Probably not the last one. The blond really needed to stop watching those romance films at 2AM. 

The doubtful look Shawn was given was surely about to seal his fate. His money winner face (literally) was about to get decked by an attractive, muscular guy and thrown out into the middle of nowhere again. Shawn backed up slightly, trying to give himself a bit of space in case things turned, however, fate was clearly on his side for once as he heard Owen’s chirpy voice from behind.

“Bret! Didn’t know you’d be here yet,” Owen laughed out as he walked over with a grin, oblivious to the growing tension in the room, “Shawn here is just stayin’ with us for a few days, I felt awful leaving him in town… His car had broken down and you know how far the closest motel is”.

Bret, which Shawn just learnt the man-who-was-gonna-beat-his-ass name was, stared at Shawn one last time before those same dangerous eyes softened as they looked at Owen. 

“You have too much of a soft heart, Owen… You know how I feel about bringing strangers home” Bret lightly scolded Owen, although Bret did receive an odd stare from his brother. One that clearly read that he didn’t actually know what the other was talking about at all.

“Don’t be such a grump, Ma and Pa don’t mind people being here.. Or well at least Ma doesn’t,” Owen chuckled out before looking at Shawn, “Oh! Sorry Shawn, this is my brother, Bret, don’t mind him, he can be quite the grouch after a long day”.

Once again, Bret and Shawn stared at each other, the tension building once again. 

“Nice to meet ya, Bret” Shawn hummed out trying to break the ice, however, his attempt was pushed away as Bret walked towards the kitchen instead, mumbling under his breath something about ‘lemonade’. Owen gave Shawn a small pitiful smile,

“Like I said, don’t mind him, I don’t know what’s up with him…”, Owen glanced over his shoulder to look in the direction Bret went before huffing and turning back to the blond, “Anyways.. Let me take you to the guests room!”.

Heading upstairs with suitcase in hand, Shawn followed after the cheerful man. The next floor of the house continued the rustic, homey feeling, having plenty of family photos dotted around, however this time, flowers in vases decorated the hallway on small, pine cabinets. Lavenders, some roses and a few other flowers that Shawn didn’t know were blooming from the elegant vases, filling the area with a soft, relaxing and refreshing aroma. There were five different doors, one on the left that was white with painted pink flowers and ‘Diana’ painted delicately across it, another next to it  was a pine door with painted on sunflowers, the third was a dark mahogany door with simple gold detailing. Across those doors were two other doors, one was a double door, clearly the master bedroom, and the furthest away was just a simple pine door. Owen guided Shawn past the doors until they reached the plain pine door. He opened the door with a soft smile, 

“This will be your room, if you need any blankets let me know… If you need me, my door is the one with the sunflowers”, Owen hummed slightly, trying to think if there was anything else he needed to tell the other. “I’ll knock on when supper is done” With one last smile, Owen left Shawn to get comfortable, heading to his own room.

The black boots Shawn wore clicked softly against the wooden floor as he entered the room that he’d call ‘home’ for the next few days. Compared to the rest of the house that the model had seen, this room felt rather… empty. There weren't any family photos, there weren't any carefully embroidered pillows or even any bright colours. Instead, the room had a simple double bed in the centre of the room, leaned against the right empty wall, the bedding was a cool white with a few fluffy pillows that looked like they were brand new and untouched. Two bedside tables laid beside the bed, both having a pull-cord lamp and one had a singular alarm clock that seemed to echo in the room. Next to the bed, there was another closed door which Shawn assumed was the bathroom. On the opposite side of the room, there were two panel doors, which once again, Shawn assumed was a wardrobe. A lounge chair sat in the corner of the room with a small table next to it, however there was nothing on it. No flowers, no leftover mug of coffee. This room truly felt abandoned, almost lonely compared to the rest of the house that Shawn saw. The only thing that was rather interesting to look at was the window which showed off the large farm from behind. He could see a few roaming animals around as well as an old barn by a few, large trees.

A soft huff left Shawn’s lips as he leaned his suitcase against the wall, admiring the view he had, “Just a few days… that’s all..” he quietly reminded himself.

Getting himself situated in the room didn’t take too long at all. Shawn had hung up his clothes which he deemed weren’t entirely appropriate to wear at a farm, his extra pair of shoes were lined up in the wardrobe, and he had made sure his cigs and bottle of vodka was hidden away in one of the bedside tables. He was gonna save them for when he met up with Ramon, Kid and Diesel, but desperate times called for desperate measures if he needed them. He even had some ‘extra’ measures hidden in his cig packs as well, something that relaxed him more than the cigs. But that was for extreme desperate times. Or fun times. Shawn’s shampoo and conditioner was lined up in the bathroom right next to his cherry and vanilla scented body wash, his hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste was also placed on the sink as well. It felt mostly like home now. Although, there was a small problem. Or well, two small problems. One was that there was no TV, did these people live like cavemen? And the second, his phone was getting pretty low and there was no plug socket.. He had double checked the whole room just to make sure! There was none behind the bedside tables, there was none behind the chair that could be hidden, there wasn’t even one in the bathroom! 

Staring at his phone screen, he weighed out his options. He could ignore his phone, save up the battery… But  having Diesel panic and get on his ass? Yeah, he needed to phone up his bodyguard. Shawn paced around the room as he held the phone to his ear, listening to the ringing before that familiar gruff voice appeared as Diesel picked up.

“Shawn? Everything alright? Are you at your hotel?” The questions instantly rang in from the protective man which made Shawn awkwardly chuckle.

“Yeaah… About that…”

“Shawn, please don’t tell me you’re lost”

The blond chewed on his bottom lip nervously, “Well… Not exactly lost… I mean, I don’t know where the fuck I am…” he started, “But don’t panic! I’m safe, I’m all good, just gonna be late for the photoshoot, y’know?”.

A deep sigh filled Shawn’s ear from the otherside of the phone, he could tell that Diesel was rubbing his temple.

“Telling me to not panic makes me panic more… and how late are you talking about?” the bodyguard questioned.

“Well, maybe a day or two… or more… I don’t know ‘kay?! My damn car broke down, but this guy is fixin’ it up” Shawn mumbled out before moving the phone away from his ear as he knew what was going to happen.

“YOUR CAR BROKE DOWN?! I KNEW I SHOULD'VE DROVE YOU HERE!” the voice bellowed down the phone as Shawn played with a strand of his silky hair. “Jesus fucking Christ Shawn, just-.. Are you at least somewhere safe?” Diesel asked with a loud huff.

Shawn moved the phone back to his ear before speaking, “Yeah, I’m safe, my phone is probably gonna die though, just gotta find somewhere to char-”

“AND YOUR PHONE IS ABOUT TO DIE?!”

A small hiss left Shawn’s lips as Diesel’s voice picked up again, “Let me finish my sentence, asshole! Givin’ me a goddamn headache, I get your point!” Shawn tried to argue back but the model was greeted by silence. “Diesel?” He hummed out, “... Big Sexy??” Shawn continued, believing the other was being petty enough to give him the silent treatment, “Kevin???”. Finally, Shawn glanced at his phone being greeted by a dead screen, “FUCK!” he hissed out in anger, throwing the phone on the bed without a care. Just what he needed. His phone dead, Diesel being pissed off and probably thinking he was dead… Shit, he really needed a smoke.

Grabbing his pack of smokes and his trusty lighter, Shawn made his way out of the room and down the stairs before making his way outside. He had no idea if they let people smoke on their property, they probably didn’t, but he was desperate for a fix. Standing outside of the house, Shawn took out one of the cigs and placed it between his thin lips before flicking his lighter a few times to produce a small flame. He held it under the cig before he breathed in deeply, relishing in the feeling of the harsh smoke filling his lungs before blowing it out of his lungs. The familiar taste of menthol was one that was always calming, something he had always chosen as a young teen, they were the cheapest, but they were perfect in his eyes. Sure, he enjoyed a good cigar, it made him feel confident- almost unstoppable. But a Marlboro blue cigarette? Nothing could beat that feeling of a soft burn, it reached an itch that some would call an addiction, but Shawn called it self-soothing. Another puff of smoke left his lips as he glanced around the farm. The sun was already starting to set. It was rather beautiful to see, watching pinks and oranges blur together as the sun started to dip behind the horizon…

Shawn was thrown out of his thoughts at the sound of footsteps behind him and a low voice filling his ears again.

“If you’re gonna smoke, at least have an ashtray nearby” Bret mumbled out as he placed a ceramic ashtray on the edge of the patio fence, “...Everything alright? I heard yelling” Bret continued as he stood at the top of the patio stairs.

Shawn turned around, cig still gently dangling from his lips, his baby blues meeting the warm chocolate ones in a stare, “I didn’t expect you to have one… But yeah, I’m fine, just peachy..” he huffed out, his eyes going to the floor as he kicked at a bit of dirt on the ground. He took another drag from his cig before moving over near the patio to flick off the ash that lingered on the edge into the ashtray. 

“Mhm, sure, peachy,” Bret answered back, his warm eyes never leaving Shawn’s lean figure. Shawn’s baby blues glanced back up at Bret, fidgeting slightly. He wasn’t one to keep his mouth shut, especially when it came to drama. Even if it was about himself. Or perhaps it was the way Bret looked at him like he was an actual person? Shawn wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t help but let the truth flood out.

“... My phone has died, I don’t know how long I’ll be here for, Diesel is pissed off at me like it’s my fault…” Shawn spat out the truth, his eyes looking back at the ground as he took another puff of the cigarette in his hand. Smoke flooded out his mouth before he continued, “Like, sure, maybe I shouldn’t have taken a small ‘shortcut’... Or actually listened to him… But still, fuck, It’s not my fault” He huffed out. Bret raised a brow. He wasn’t sure which part he was more shocked at, maybe it was the fact that this ‘Diesel’ was pissed off at him, or perhaps it was the way Shawn deflected.

“But anyways, I’ll be out of your lovely hair, you clearly don’t like strangers,” A soft, sarcastic chuckle left Shawn as he pushed the cig against the ashtray, “Thanks for the ashtray and well, that little rant” he thanked quietly.

“It’s fine… And don’t feel like you need to leave fast, you just caught me in a bad time” Bret awkwardly apologised, rubbing the back of his neck, “If you need to phone someone, we’ve got a landline phone you can borrow” he offered with a small shrug. 

“Ha, thanks for the offer handsome, but I don’t exactly remember phone numbers, got too many to remember” Shawn chuckled out again, he wished he remembered Diesel’s phone number or even Hunter’s… he knew part of Marty’s number, but even if he remember his number, they hadn’t even spoken in years… 

Bret was surprised at the name ‘handsome’, it was very sudden but he shrugged it off quickly, “I can get Owen to take your phone and charge it as the repair shop, I know there isn’t any plugs in this house- Never has been, never will, that’s the old man’s orders, but the shop has one” He offered again, hoping to ease the mans tension as well as an apology for their first meeting.

“I-... I suppose that isn’t a bad idea at all… Thank’s Bret” Shawn smiled softly, “I’ll give you it tomorrow, or Owen, whoever I find first, but thank you” his blue eyes took one more look around the ranch before looking back at Bret, “I’ll see you inside, if I stay out any longer I’ll be tempted to have another cig” Shawn tried to joke, gently shaking the box of cigs he held, but it was the truth. He would have had another cig- Or probably the whole box and his ‘fun sticks’ as he liked to call them as well. He gave Bret another small smile before heading inside of the house, brushing past the bigger man.

Bret glanced over his shoulder, watching as the man made his way inside the house. Questions continued to wrap around his brain about Shawn. Who was Diesel? Why would he be upset with Shawn? Where was he even heading to make a shortcut through the middle of nowhere? Even Bret knew it was a silly mistake to make. His thick brows furrowed together as he huffed, his eyes glancing over towards the sunset. He stayed for another moment, watching as the sun ducked behind the horizon, the sky getting darker and the warm air grew colder. He took a deep breath in, the smell of Shawn’s cheap cigarettes still clinging to the air as one final question ran through his head. Sure he had met other strange characters, like his soon-to-be brother-in-law Davey Boy Smith, but Shawn was a lot more different than him. He didn’t fit in, he didn’t fit in the town nearby nor the farm life itself by the looks of his clothes and the way he held himself. His hair and clothes were too perfect for a man who was stressed about being stranded in the middle of nowhere, there wasn’t any out of place hair in sight or a crease in his clothes… Who the hell was Shawn?... Bret shook his head slightly, he was just simply overthinking about Shawn, that’s all.

Night had quickly arrived by the time Owen knocked on the guest door to announce that supper was done. The dinner table was on the biggerside, having about twelve chairs around the table and only a few of the chairs were being used. He met the patriarch of the Harts, Stu, and his Mrs, Helen. Much like Bret, Stu wasn’t as welcoming, but Helen was his saviour. She had welcomed him with open arms, Owen clearly took after his mother. He had met Diana who was sweet, she was the youngest daughter of the Harts. He had also learnt that the family was rather large, having twelve siblings all together, but most of the kids had moved out. The supper was something he needed, something relaxing, and soul soothing from how fresh and hearty the soup and bread he ate. He did notice Bret missing from the table, which must of been the usual as Owen’s voice perked up,

“Bret usually misses his supper, he’ll be checking on the animals making sure their water is good and they have food” He explained before taking a sip of water, “He’ll have it later”. That eased Shawn’s curiosity, leaving it without another question. 

After the meal, Shawn thanked them, especially for the welcomed hospitality before heading to the guest room. He changed out of his clothes, hanging them up before fully getting ready for bed. Shawn had a strict regime that he followed, he would wash his face before cleansing it, then he would moisturise as well. He had to keep his face looking young, obviously. He would then brush his hair before tying it up into a ponytail, he’d also have a whiskey over ice and even a cigar before brushing his teeth.

Usually after his little routine, he would stay up late in his penthouse, he’d sit on his large, comfy couch that was as soft as clouds and watch a few films before going to bed. On bad nights, he wouldn’t sleep. He’d instead sit outside on his balcony, watching the bright city of New York light up the dark sky, replacing the stars he couldn’t see. It was called the city that never sleeps for a reason. Yet, being in this home, he felt as if he wouldn’t have a bad night, that he could actually rest without an issue.

The guest bed wasn’t exactly as comfy as his bed at home, but he was used to other beds, especially when he travelled. It was the comfiest he had in awhile, he seemed to sink in like his own bed somewhat, and it didn’t feel like stone like a few five star hotel beds did. The room wasn’t fully pitch black either, which didn’t annoy him as much as he thought it would. The curtains that covered the window in the room were thin, letting in the natural light of the moon and stars outside fade in which tempted him to go and admire… but he’d leave that for a sleepless night. Even the sounds of crickets outside didn’t annoy him even if he enjoyed  silence when he slept. They chirped out a symphony that lulled Shawn to a somewhat peaceful sleep.