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A Line and a Half
Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader
Summary: When Doryâs eldest brother comes to visit her at Wyoming University, you donât know quite what to make of Russell Shaw. But he knows exactly what he wants to make of you.
AN: Okay, hereâs my first toe-dip into the world of Tracker with Russell Shaw! 1x12 gave me too many ideas not to explore this intriguing character. This is set before episode 12, but I have a little series I want to sketch out that will continue after this one-shot, so think of this as a âPart 1,â if you will. đ
Word Count: 3.2K
Tags/Warnings: A kind of âmeet cute,â attempts at flirting, and hints of setup for more to comeâŚ
You watched, silently simmering, as Dr. Goldstein added yet another packet of internship applications from his graduate students onto your desk.
Applicants that he, as the History Department Chairman, was supposed to review himself. Instead, heâd been adding these hours quite literally onto your desk.Â
âIf you could review these for me as well, sweetheart. Thank you,â he said. âGet âem back to me by Thursday, okay?â
As a Professor of History with two doctorates in your name, you once again grated internally at sweetheart, but you tried to keep that cringe off your face as well.
Goldstein barely even met your eyes when he dropped off his burden, and then aimed to leave your office.
âUh, Paul,â you called out, raising a finger. You stood from your desk as quickly as you could in your pencil skirt, but the man was already out the door. You followed him out, your heels clacking on the tile floor.Â
Damn it. Knew I shouldâve gone with pants, you said, continuing to hasten after your boss.
âPaul! Just a second,â you said. That finally managed to turn the manâs head off of his phone. He glanced at you while checking his watch.
âAbout the internship applicationsâŚand your midterm exam essays for that matter. Donât you thinkââ you started to say, but the man spoke over you.
âIâm sorry, Iâve got to run. Meeting my massage therapist at noon,â he said, and rolled a seemingly stiff shoulder under his tailored blazer. âSomethingâs just not right here after my trip to Cali last weekend. I donât know what I did, pulled muscle or something. But hey, they do say parasailing is a sport.â
You quirked a brow. âDo they?â
You werenât sure that being strapped into a parachute for a nice air glide over the Pacific counted as a sport.
Goldstein shrugged at your question and he kept walking down the hall. Though he turned back to toss you a pointed finger.
âNeed those by Thursday. Thanks, youâre the best,â he said.
You watched him go, as proverbial steam began to escape through your ears. Slowly you pivoted on your heels, and you went back to your office. You grimaced at the large stack of applications. You were pretty sure he padded them with an extra section of midterm exams.
Tapping your nails on your desk, you grabbed your phone next to your desktop and checked the time. 11:30 a.m.
Screw it. Iâm going to lunch, you thought.
Dory had to be out of her Intro Physics class by now, which meant sheâd be in her office, ready for you to drop in on her a little early. You took up your purse and almost made it out the doorâŚbut at the last moment, your anal brain made you turn back to grab a shoulder bag and the pile of applications. Maybe you could knock out a few during lunch.
Frigginâ doormat, as your brother would say. Laughing at you, probably.
You rolled your eyes and headed back out the door with your haul of papers, purse, work bag, and keys, locking your office behind you.
Why, oh why did the Sciences building have to be on the other side of campus?
It was damn near a mile walk from your Humanities building over to Doryâs office on the second floor. Your hands were laden with packets that couldnât be contained by your heavy work bag, your purse was slipping off your shoulder, and these heels were killing your feet.
It was a miracle you and Dory had ever met on this campus. On your first day of teaching, youâd of course been hopelessly lost. Somehow you ended up at the tail-end of one of her classes in one of the science auditoriums.
Sheâd been gracious enough to help you, and even walked you all the way to the Humanities building so you could find your World History class before the students decided to just get up and leave. (And after fifteen minutes, they very well would.)
That day, she became your first real friend at Wyoming University. In the three years since, sheâd become your best friend.
And now, her door was mercifully open halfway. You pushed it open and stumbled just a little from the transition of tile to carpet inside her office. Your papers nearly flew from your hands, so you struggled to right yourself and contain them all back into the semblance of neatness.
âHey, girl. You better be ready for lunch because Jesus fucking Christ. Goldsteinâs up my ass again and all Iâve had today is a crusty donut from the teacherâs lounge, which Iâm pretty sure was stale,â you said, with your brows furrowed in frustration.
When you finally looked up from your struggles, you realized that Dory wasnât alone. She smiled at you in amusement, sitting at her desk beside a man who made you pause. Your eyes widened.
He was leaning casually with an elbow propped up on her desk, dressed in jeans and a worn, pale green jacketâa good match for his eyes. He looked a little rugged for Doryâs tastes, but you couldnât fault her, with the cut of that bearded jaw, and the smile raising the corners of his lips.
âHey,â Dory laughed. âI see youâre having a good day.â
You bit your lip in embarrassment, probably smudging your lipstick.
âIâm so sorry. I shouldâve knocked first,â you said, though you could see she seemed to be having an actual good day. Office picnic? Or maybe the handsome stranger was getting ready to take her out.
Dory just waved you in. She stood and set a hand on her companionâs shoulder, and he got up along with her.
âItâs okay. This is my brother, Russell,â she said, and she introduced you in kind.
âWell, hi there,â he said. He subtly took you in with his eyes as he held out his hand. Already you felt your face heating up with more than just embarrassment.
You were a bit shocked as well, to say the least. Dory had told you someâŚinteresting things about her family, including the fact that she had two older brothers. You wondered which one this was, the middle child, or the eldest.
âHi! Sorry. Again. Nice to meet you,â you said. You tried to hold your hand out to reach his, but a few papers began to spill out. You clutched at them on reflex, but Russell drew in quickly to help you.
âGot yourself a load there,â he said. You agreed with an awkward laugh and a shrug of your shoulders.
âMy bossâs idea of extra credit,â you said wryly.
âYou can set it down on that chair over there,â Dory said, pointing to one against the back wall, next to a tall filing cabinet.
You and Russell meandered over and managed to set down the stack without casualty. You were able to pull up the straps of your bag and your purse from falling off your shoulder and give him a grateful look.
âThanks,â you said.
âNo problem,â he said, giving you an easy smile back. âI actually crashed in unannounced, so if you two wanna to head to lunch, you go right ahead.â
âUh, no. I havenât seen you in months! You should come with us,â Dory said. She grabbed her purse to join you and Russell by the door.
You raised your hands in placation. âOh, I wouldnât want to intrude, especially if itâs been a while since youâve seen each other. You guys should catch up.â
Dory shook her head and grabbed your hand.
âUh, uh. I want to hear the latest on Paulâs bullshit, and why youâre carrying half your office across campus. Letâs go,â she said, and gestured at your work bag. âLeave that here. Youâre gonna eat and talk to me. No working involved.â
You laughed, but you agreed to her cajoling. With another glance at her brother, and those green eyes that seemed to be dancing, you joined them for lunch.
The three of you ended up at a diner that you and Dory frequented at least once a week. The food was good, the service was quick, and it was close to campus. Wins all around. Russell seemed to be enjoying himself, as he hummed in delight after the very first bite of his Philly cheesesteak.
âSriracha on fries, huh?â you remarked, gesturing at the manâs plate. Your brow was quirked, but he shot you a smile.
âI said avert your eyes,â he teased. âDonât knock it âtil you try it, sweetheart.â
Ugh. Another sweethearting man. You narrowed your own eyes at him a bit. He caught the look and raised a hand in defense (the one that wasnât holding his cheesesteak).
âUh oh. Whatâd I do?â he asked.
âYou gave her some PTSD,â Dory said with a laugh. âDr. Goldstein likes to sugar coat his demands with sexism.â
Russell noted your souring look with apology. Youâd just finished recounting your morning for your friend, and recapping years of âsugar-coated demandsâ for Russell.
âWhy donât you just tell him to cram it up hisâŚuhâŚâ he paused. Seeing his little sisterâs look of amusement, he amended. âOr you know, stuff it.â
A smile twitched at your lips. âOh, believe me, Iâd love to tell him to stuff it. But heâs technically my boss, and the department chair. Even though Iâve basically been doing his job for two years now.â
âWell, that sucks,â Russell said. âAnd I feel for ya. Iâve had my share of shitty bosses in my time.â
You sighed and accepted his commiseration with a nod.
It wasnât fair, but Goldstein planned to retire early in a few years. Must be nice.
When he did, it would make you the most likely candidate to replace him as department chair. The way you saw it, this was giving you plenty of practice before you (hopefully) inherited the position.
Anyway, you shook your head. You didnât want to talk about it anymore. You were more curious about one Russell Shaw. You now knew he was an army vet, and he carried himself like one. Calm, controlled, even though his smiles came easy. His tousled hair and beard, while well-trimmed and neat, still gave him a roguish quality.
âSo let me guess. YouâreâŚthe eldest?â you asked. You blotted at your mouth with a napkin, having finished your chicken panini.
Russell treated you to another one of those smiles, though this one held a hint of more.
âGuilty. Though Iâm the handsome one,â he said with a wink.
You found yourself smiling behind your napkin.
âIâm sure,â you replied.
Dory rolled her eyes. âDonât mind him. Apparently my brotherâs an incorrigible flirt.â
He chuckled and sipped at his beer, but then he grimaced.
âEch. Frigginâ weak,â he said. âI brew better than this outta the trunk of my car.â
 You raised a brow at that. âYou make your own beer?â
âDamn straight,â he said. His gaze turned a hint more playful. âNext time Iâll bring you some. You can tell me what you think.â
You shared a telling look with Dory.
âNext time, huh?â you asked.
âSure,â he inclined his head. âI pop into town from time to time. Gotta check in and pester my little sister, the physics professor.âÂ
He laid a hand on Doryâs shoulder, squeezing warmly. You could see the pride in his eyes, and it warmed you as well.
She turned to him with a smile, reaching up to cover his hand with hers.
âYou donât pester me. Iâd love it if I got to see you more often,â she said.
âAh, I know, Iâm sorry,â he said, releasing her. âMy jobâs got me all over the place. But Iâll be here for a week or so on this gig.â
That intrigued you. âWhat do you do for work?â
âAh, well, you could say I'm a contractor. Private security mainly,â said Russell. His shoulders shifted as he became a little more guarded, you noticed. âMy company connects me with the client for as long as the job lasts. Could be a few months, sometimes a few days, depending.â
âOh, wow. Do you live here in Wyoming?â you asked. He paused, but tilted his head a little, back and forth as he considered your question.
âI kinda bounce around,â he said. âJust go from one job to the next. Sounds a bit unorthodox, I know, but itâs a living.â
âInteresting,â you nodded, but inside, you thought that sounded like a hard way to live.
UnstableâŚand lonely.Â
âYou know, itâs amazing how much you and Colter have in common,â Dory said. She folded her hands on the table and met her brother with a pointed look.
He huffed in response, though he glanced at you, then back at his sister. As if he was saying, You really want to do this now?
Dory had told you before that Colter was a ârewardist,â or some kind of bounty hunter. The nature of his work kept him busy, and seemingly too busy for his sister. But you also sensed there was an edgier history here.
For the first time, you felt like you were intruding in a moment between brother and sister that went beyond words.
After a moment, Russell shook his head.
âLook, I tried with him, all right? He wonât talk to me,â he said. He went back to eating, polishing off his fries. He offered you one that was half-smothered in sriracha.
âCome on. Live on the edge with me,â he teased.
You eyed the sauce-covered fry in distaste, but after glancing up at his more playful smile, you accepted his offer. You chewed in contemplation, and found that the tangy hint of kick wasnât so bad.Â
âEh? Eeeh? Delicious, am I right?â he said, his hands going wide.
You rolled your eyes, but you nodded in agreement.
âItâs all right,â you replied.
âYes!â Russellâs hands swept up higher, like he was celebrating a touchdown. "See, I told ya."
You couldnât help but laugh. Dory shook her head fondly and gave him a clean napkin for the bit of schmutz she spotted at the corner of his mouth.
âHere, wipe your sriracha face.â
âYou really donât have to,â you said, as Russell helped you gather your stack of papers and slung your work bag over his shoulder.
âNo, no. Iâm a bonafide gentleman. Ainât that right, D?â he asked his sister. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes again, but she did give you a knowing smile.
âOh, his intentions are pure,â she said.
 And by that, you both understood her meaning. His intentions couldnât be any clearer than a mallet over the head, but you kind of found it endearing.
This man really carried your stuff from the Sciences building across the entire campus to your office. All the while, he asked you about how you and Dory met, the kinds of things you two did together, and if you thought she was happy working here.
You had a feeling he was trying to learn more about his sisterâs life. On one hand, it was rather sweet. On the other, it made you realize that there was distance in this family, both literal and figurative. You were glad to hear that Russell, at least, was trying to bridge that gap with his sister. Dory deserved to have more of that in her life.
As you explained to Russell while you led him down the hall to your office, your friendship with her had justâŚclicked. From the very beginning.
âDory, you know. Sheâs more than kind,â you said. âSheâs a real one. I can rely on her, even when I canât rely on my own family.â
Russell hummed at that. âThat sounds like a story.â
âYeah,â you said, glancing away for a moment. You smiled and met his gaze once more. âMaybe one for another time.â
âSo youâre on board with a ânext time.â Good to know,â Russell remarked. Your smile deepened.
It was good timing when you two finally reached your office. You unlocked it and let him inside, so he could set down your bag, and the god-forsaken stack of internship applications back onto your desk. Youâd probably be stuck here working late on those.
âWell, thank you so much. You really didnât have to schlep for me,â you said.
When you turned, Russell was a bit close. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make a trill of something zip up your spine. You smelled more intensely his cologne, woodsy and warm. Looking up at him, you once again found his smile.
âItâs no problem,â he said, but his eyes met yours for a moment, as if he lost his train of thought.
âWhat?â you asked, a bit nervous.
âAnybody ever tell you, you got soulful eyes?â he asked.
It took your brain a second or two to compute, but when his words registered, you had to laugh. You held it behind your hand, while the other went to steady yourself on your desk.
 âWell, thatâs a line if Iâve ever heard one,â you said, shading your âsoulfulâ eyes with a hand.
You didnât know it, but Russellâs face warmed in slight embarrassment. He recovered though, taking in your pretty laugh, and the shade of your hair, let loose around your shoulders, and yes, your eyes, when you let him see them again.
If he hadnât known before, now he was convinced.
He wanted to see more of you before he left town.
âHey, now that was 100% genuine,â Russell said, but his grin spoke volumes. When your mirth died down, he scratched the back of his head.
âOkay, cards on the table. Would you be interested in grabbing a drink with me sometime?â he asked.
You took in a breath at that. You actually did consider his offer, because homebrew and sriracha fries be damned, there was something more to him. It was lying in wait, behind those eyes that were drawing you in.
However, this was also a man whose job basically made him a nomad. It didnât exactly scream relationship material.
Which only left the alternative: somethingâŚcasual.
You just didnât know if that alternative was such a good idea. Not with your best friendâs brother.
âJust a drink. No frills, no more grilling you about my sister,â Russell said, breaking you from your deliberation. He gestured a hand between the two of you. âJust this. You and me.â
Eventually, you sighed. Your lips raised into a more genuine smile.
âSometime, huh?â you asked.
He smiled back. âTonight?â
You hesitated, but despite your better judgment, you nodded before you could change your mind. You still werenât sure what to make of this guy, but you were willing to find out.
âSure,â you said. âHowleyâs at eight?â
âWell, all right,â Russell said.
He surprised you by sweeping up your hand into his. You looked up at him, curious, but not wary. Anticipation tingled down your spine.
He pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Soft shock made your eyes widen as you blushed, feeling the subtle graze of his beard against your skin.
Who is this guy, Cary Grant? you thought.
But when he pulled away, you had to remind yourself to breathe. Again, you caught sight of his cheeky grin.  Â
âSee you tonight,â he said.
AN: He is beauty he is grace, he is Mr. Sriracha Face. đ
Let me know if you guys liked this! đ It's my first time writing a character based solely on one episode, but next up is a series that will continue this one-shot. It's called Every Second Counts.
Next Time in Part 1:
âAre you absolutely sure?â you asked, with your hands on your hips.Â
You wanted no miscommunication here, no read-between-the-lines mishaps, no subtext or nuance to bite you in the ass later. So here you stood in the middle of your best friendâs office, still on the Wyoming University campus after your last class.
Dory had to laugh at you. She pushed away from her desk and threw her hands up.
âYes, for the love of God, you can grab a drink with my brother,â she said.
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He's My Man (Part 1)
Summary: The reader receives an anonymous text from a new client needing an off the books patch job. However he's annoyingly good looking and the last thing you need is some ex-special ops guy hanging around. Unfortunately for you, Russell Shaw isn't the kind of guy to walk away when he knows something's wrong...
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Pairing: Russell Shaw x reader
Word Count: 2,000ish
Warnings: language, gun shot injury
A/N: Contains minor spoilers for Tracker 1x12. Please enjoy the start of this new series! I'm not sure how long it will go but thanks for coming on this ride with me!
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Your ears perked up on Saturday morning when your phone buzzed on the coffee table before you. Not your everyday one but your one for work. You swiped it open, pursing your lips when you saw it was from an unknown number.
Need a patch job on a quilt. Doug recommended you as a good seamstress in the area.
Alright, well at least this guy knew one of your clients. Doug wasnât a regular but youâd seen him once or twice over the years which meant the person on the other end wasnât a cop most likely.
I can fit you in. More complicated the patch, the more itâll cost.
Not an issue.
You hummed and stood up, grabbing your coffee mug along the way.
129 Edwards Ave in twenty minutes. Use the red back door.
You took a long sip and went over to the kitchen, tossing the rest down the sink, leaving the mug to be cleaned later.Â
You just hoped this job wasnât as bad as the last one.
Eighteen minutes later you heard the back door open and then silence, a momentâs hesitation as your new client entered what looked like a storage area. You flipped a light switch, illuminating the small enter sign over the doorway to the room you were prepping in. A few moments later there were heavy boots against the cement ground as he entered, turning to tile, your head lifting.Â
A man in his forties, a quite handsome one at that, gave the small operating room a cursory glance before settling on you, determining you were the only one there. Meanwhile your gaze shot to his injured left arm, a gunshot from the looks of it. You only spotted one bloody bullet hole and figured that was the worst of it from the way he cradled his forearm.
âYou the seamstress?â he asked quietly, scanning the counter full of medical equipment and metal table in the center of the room.Â
âTake a seat,â you said, patting the table. You went to a sink and washed up, making sure to keep him in view at all times. He winced and struggled to get the coat off, finally managing and revealing a quick patch job had been done. After drying your hands, you snapped on some gloves, the manâs coat and overshirt now on the table behind him.
âRussell Shaw by the way,â he said.
âY/N,â you said, carefully taking his forearm in one hand, the top of his muscular bicep in the other. You turned his arm slightly, Russell wincing again. âLooks like a through and through. Weâll do a quick x-ray to make sure thereâs no shrapnel and then weâll get you stitched up and Iâll send you home with some supplies and instructions to care for it. This your only injury?â
âYeah. Doug said you were good.â
âI am,â you said, offering him a brief smile, he returned. âDo you have any PTSD? Going to come at me if I I need to use a scalpel?â
âNo,â he chuckled. âIâm good with all that.â
You hummed, guiding him to lay back. Three minutes later you were pushing your x-ray machine aside and taking the lead vest away, Russell sitting upright.Â
âCan I ask a question?âÂ
âYou can ask, donât mean Iâll answer, sweetie,â you said back, hanging up the vest and going to your laptop on the counter.
âHow does one get into this line of work?â he asked.
âAsks the man thatâs ex-special ops and does private contract gigs, not to mention killed probably three people minimum tonight.â You glanced over to him, Russell tilting his head. âI know who Doug is and what he does. Makes sense you do it too. You have blood under your fingernails and given the splatter patterns on your jeans, you had multiple different angled shots so multiple bodies you hit.â
â...And you donât report that sort of thing?â he asked cautiously. You determined his x-ray looked good and washed up again, putting on more new gloves. By the time you were standing before him again, he looked nervous.
âOn occasion. But only the monsters. You, you donât strike me as a monster, Russell,â you said, wiping some antiseptic over his entry and exit wounds. He flinched but only slightly at the quick burn. A moment later you were giving him something to numb the area.
âSomeone took Doug. Someone bad. They would have come back if I hadnât done what needed to be done.â You wiped sterile gauze over his wound and then flushed it, Russell watching your graceful movements with interest.
âLike I said, not a monster.â You hummed as you worked, Russell fixated on you carefully cleaning and then pulling the skin back together, tying it up neatly. You wiped away the evidence of his blood and wrapped his bicep in thick gauze, taping it down so he could still get movement without worrying about it coming off.
You chucked your gloves in the trash and nodded back to the door behind you.
âThereâs a shower in there and some brushes. Turn it on low, scrub yourself clean, under your nails too. Use the blue soap. When youâre done, throw everything away in the bin, including your bloody clothes. You leave your boots, anything you want to keep out here with me. Thereâs menâs sweats and some shirts on the shelf. By the time youâre done, your boots and other items will have no trace of wherever youâve been. Got it?â
âI do like a woman that takes charge.â He smirked, sliding off the table and dropping slowly to kneel to unlace his shoes, still looking up at you. âFull service deal you got going here.â
âYes it is and hereâs a friendly reminder for my new client. You come anywhere near me with your dick out, Iâll make you regret being alive. Understand, sweetie?â you said, patting his cheek. âOff you go.â
âGod damn, I love you,â he muttered under his breath. You rolled your eyes but smirked when your back was to him. Ten minutes later the room was clean and Russell exited the bathroom with damp, slicked back hair wearing a plain white t-shirt, black hanes sweat pants and white socks. You nodded to where his shoes sat on the end of the counter, Russell taking a seat in the chair nearby as he slipped them on.
After he checked he had his phone, keys and wallet, he raised himself to his feet, pulling out his wallet.Â
âWhat do I owe you?â
âA thousand.â To your surprise, he didnât flinch at that number. But like most of your clients, he didnât have the cash on him, at least not that much. Russell smirked as he glanced back in the bathroom.
âSmart woman. You keep the evidence as ransom until your clients pay up. You wonât destroy that until after I pay, will you.âÂ
âNot until we get to know each other better do I do that sort of thing without payment. Seeing as youâre new and a friend of Dougâs, Iâll give you to the end of next week to pull it together. I offer payment plan options and other alternative forms of care if shit ever really hit the fan for you.â
âLetâs hope it doesnât come to that,â he said, putting down five hundred dollar bills. âI can bring the other half back here later today. Just need to run to an ATM.â
âText me when you got the rest. Iâll send you a place to meet,â you said, nodding towards the door. He gave you a small salute and shook his head with a smile.Â
Forty minutes later you were sitting at a table in the cafe three blocks over, happily sipping on your coffee while working your way through a cheese danish. You spotted Russell when he came in. He gave you a quick, adorably awkward wave and ordered himself a drink. A few minutes later he was sitting down across from you, a small cup and what appeared to be a banana muffin in hand.
âYouâre a coffee snob arenât you. This place is pricey,â he teased, his brow furrowing when he had a drink from his styrofoam cup. âShit. Thatâs fucking good.â
âBeats whatever motel crap Iâm sure youâre used to,â you said, his gaze hardening for a split second. âSorry. I always tail my first time clients to make sure they arenâtâŚyou know who. You know the Elkwood Lodge on route 8 is cleaner and cheaper than what youâre paying for now.â
âHow would you know that?â he asked. You shrugged and simply grinned, taking another bite of danish. He licked his lips, pointing at the yet to be touched danish beside you. âWas that one for me?â
âGod no. I fucking love danishes and these are incredible,â you said, finishing off the first and biting into the other.
âYou are something else,â he said, smirking when he slid a white envelope across the table. You tucked it into your jacket pocket, Russell picking at his own muffin. âYou ainât going to check itâs all there?â
âYouâre a smart man, Russell. I think you know not to screw me over.â He looked you up and down, earning a pointed response. âKeep that gutter mind to yourself.â
âIf Iâm in the gutter, youâre right there with me,â he said, absently rubbing his injured arm. âAnd uh, if it gets infected or I think it is, I should reach out?â
âAbsolutely. That ainât a normal injury youâre used to. Donât play tough guy, tough guy.â He nodded, his body twisting ever so slightly towards a standing position. âNope. Stay for at least five minutes, then you can go.â
âYou really like telling me what to do, donât you,â he grinned.Â
âRussell.â Hss grin was wide before he took a long drag of coffee, humming as it went down.Â
âWhat if I want to stay more than five minutes?â You paused mid-chew of your danish. âCome on, one conversation wonât kill you.â
âI donât get involved with clients.â
âAlright. I respect that but this ainât my end goal. Iâm going to have a normal life someday. I make a pretty mean homebrew. Going to get some land, open up a brewery, have some food, make it a little family place everybody can enjoy. So thatâs my goal. I sure as hell know working as a seamstress ainât your end goal either. So again, whatâs the harm in one conversation?â
You bit your bottom lip, Russellâs expression changing, ever so slightly.Â
âJesus, Y/N,â he muttered. âWhat-â
âShut up,â you mumbled. âI didnât say anything.â
âYour fucking face did. You donât want to be a seamstress, do you? Can you not get out of your line of work?â You glanced out the window, even the wonderful flavors of the pastry doing nothing to help the unease in your gut. âI can help you.â
âI donât need your help,â you snapped. You sighed, rubbing your temple. âSorry. IâŚIâm just crabby because I didnât have my morning coffee until just now.â
âNice try.â You glared at him, his green eyes remarkably gentle. âI donât leave my friends behind. Now either you tell me whatâs going on or Iâm going to poke around myself and I guarantee thatâs going to be a lot more dangerous and youâll just have to patch me up even more. What do you say?â
You stared at him and stared at him and stared at him for what felt like forever. Then you took out the envelope and handed it back to him, along with the five hundred in your purse.Â
âGo buy me two more cheese danishes and a large caramel frappe to go. Then take me to your motel room. This is a long fucking story.â
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A/N: Read Part 2 here!
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Hey friend!! Omg I very much hope you're feeling better. đđ
And thank you for reading and rec'ing Every Second Counts!
June Reading Recs
Well, it's been a month!
Between a very busy month at work and then Covid finally getting me, I've not had the chance to read as much as I would have liked, too. That said, I still managed to read some real gems. đ
To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. đ
Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
Reading Recs Masterlist
Any Fandom
Giving In @thebiggerbear
Authors Summary: You've finally given in to what you've wanted all this time but will it be enough?
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Now and Then (Masterlist) @thinkinghardhardlythinking
Authors Summary: Y/N and Dean met a few years ago, both lost in the uncertainty of their lives which were so far from what they had hoped for them to be, but love affairs end, some with heartbreak. Y/N moves on but when her new life sends her crashing back into Deanâs orbit, she wonders if, for her, it will ever truly be over.
Worn Out Leather @impala-dreamer
Authors Summary: ~It isn't easy, but you know when it's time to go.~
Big Sky
Beau Arlen
Montana Stars @spnbaby-67
Authors Summary: Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.
Polaris Chapter 1 @waynes-multiverse
Authors Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasnât proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBIâs help, Sheriff Arlenâs ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, itâs hard to make the right choices and find his way back home â back to you.
Walker
Cordell Walker
One Time Thing @bullet-prooflove
Tracker
Russell Shaw
Every Second Counts (Masterlist) @zepskies
Authors Summary: One date with your best friendâs brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the first one you trust to help you find him.Â
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Russell Shaw X F!Doctor!Reader
Summary: when your sister's fiance goes missing, you call Colter for help, and he brings along his rugged, but handsome and charming older brother, Russell.
Warnings: mature content, eventual smut so minors dni (always), no use of y/n, this part only contains cursing. I've never written anything so tame (it's okay next part won't be)
WC: 3.6k
A/N: so I finished tracker, yay and Russell owns my thoughts rn so here we are. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this. I'm not great at writing series, but this idea called for development I can't do in a one-shot. I started this right after finishing tracker last week and I finally had time to proof read it. I also had a hard time with Russell's characterization, mans been in only one episode, so if i didnt portay him perfectly sorry i tried. Happy readings.
I don't do tag lists, if you'd like keep up with upcoming parts follow @midnightreadinglibrary and turn on notifications (I only reblog my written works on there)
You have encountered a lot of grief and sorrow in your life. Pain, you were familiar with it. And you could safely say that one of the worst was heartbreak. You were all too familiar with that one. And right now, your baby sister was experiencing it, too.
âRosie?â You called into your apartment as you kicked your shoes off and tossed your keys like they had offended you. With a heavy sigh, tired from a long and stressful day at the hospital, you dragged your sore feet through your apartment.Â
The living room was empty, TV off. The kitchen was dark with the lights off. You frowned, calling your sisterâs name, louder again. Couple seconds went by. Silence. You padded down the hall to the guest room. You could hear faint indistinct sounds. The closer you got to the guest room the clearer the sound became. It sounded like crying.
âRosalie?â Your voice grew louder with concern as you opened the door to the bedroom, and there you saw your sweet baby sister, sobbing into her pillow. Your heart immediately sank and you rushed to her side. âOh honey, itâs okay.â
You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into a hug. She held you tight as she cried. It broke your heart to see her like this.
âItâs not okay! Heâs been gone for over a week!â She sobbed. You squeezed her shoulders as she sat up and sniffled. âOur wedding is in three months! Why hasn't he come back?â
You stared into her eyes, the same color as your own and you sighed, only being able to give her a look of sympathy in return. You didnât want to tell her what you thought.
âI dunno.. I mean.. What if he just.. You know?â The look on your face said everything you couldnât with words, and Rosie looked like she wanted to cry even more.
âHe didnât bail. He wouldnât⌠I know him. He's missing, why wonât anyone believe me?â She raised her voice, almost choking on a sob, and you immediately felt so horrible for even suggesting such a thing.Â
âNo, hey, Iâm sorry for saying that, I do believe you. Have you heard anything from the cops?â She shook her head and you sighed heavily.Â
âI canât keep waiting, what if he got hurt? What if someone hurt him? Please, I need to do something.â She begged you, eyes filled with tears, you had never seen your sister so sad, so hopeless. She was always the more bubbly, optimistic and lively out of the two of you. But ever since her fiance went missing, you didnât see that spark anymore. It broke your heart.
âHey, itâs going to be okay. I think I know someone who can help, alright? Weâll find him.âÂ
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âHey Doc, to what do I owe this call? Itâs been like what, three years?âÂ
You sighed softly at the voice on the other line. You didnât exactly want to resort to this, but you didnât know what else to do, but you had the money, your sister didnât exactly have a lot to spare with her wedding planning, and all.
âI need a favor, Colter. Well, not exactly a favor, Iâll pay but, I need help asap.â You rubbed the side of your throbbing temple, you heard him hum, telling you to go on. âMy sisterâs fiance went missing last week. Theyâre supposed to get married in three months, and the poor thing is a wreck.â
Colter sighed. âA runaway groom? You know what that sounds like, right?â
âYes, I know. But I know this guy, heâs a decent guy, and I know he loves my sister, he wouldnât just leave her like this.â You tried to explain, Colter sighed again. âListen, the guy was in the Army, heâs a Navy SEAL now, went overseas a lot, and my sister told me heâs been acting weird since his last assignment. Just humor me, please? I canât see her like this.â
Colter stayed silent for a long minute, you honestly thought he had hung up, but you ultimately heard him take a deep breath before responding. âFine, send me his details, I should get there by morning if I head out now.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
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Chaos, chaos and more chaos.
You just wanted five minutes to breathe. You sat down, for the first time in hours today and took in a deep breath. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rosie, almost zombie-like as she walked through the emergency department You called out to her.
âHey, did you get some sleep?â You asked her with worried eyes. She shrugged. âListen, I called an old friend, he helps find people. Maybe he can find James, âcause the cops clearly arenât going to.â You saw the smallest smile, and the smallest bit of hope light of her eyes.
âReally? What, is he like a PI or something?â She tilted her head at you, seemingly just as exhausted as you were.
âI mean..â You hesitated, unsure on how to explain Colterâs job to her. âI guess? He collects reward money. When someone goes missing and a reward is offered, he finds people for that reward.â
âBut I didnât offer any reward. I canât even afford to buy a pair of shoes right now.. On my shitty nurse salary. Iâve already spent so much of my savings on planning the wedding. And these student loans are killing me. I canât pay him.â She started to ramble in panic, motioning her hands around. You stood up and grabbed her hands.
âItâs fine. I got it covered. Take it as your early wedding gift?â You flashed her a toothy smile, hoping to humor her at least a little. She looked at you with apprehension. âNot a word, okay? I want him to come home to you, I donât mind spending some money if it means you can be happy.â
She could have the happiness you never could.
Rosieâs eyes filled with tears and you thought she was going to burst into tears in the middle of the emergency department, but instead she hugged you, and she hugged you so fucking hard you thought she broke one of your ribs. You laughed softly and patted her head reassuringly. You were about to say something to her but you heard your name being called. You turned around and saw one of the rotation nurses.
âYou have visitors at the front desk.â She told you. You scrunched up your face in confusion.
âWho? I wasn't expecting anyone.â
âDonât know. The front desk just said two guys asked for you directly.â
Oh. Colter. But who was the other guy?
âAlright, thanks.â You nodded at her. You then looked at Rosie with a warm reassuring smile and you held her hands in yours. âWeâre gonna find James, I know it. Iâll let you know when my friend wants to meet with you, he normally likes to talk with the missing personâs closest relative. Try to focus on work alright?âÂ
You left her with that, hoping she would trust you. And you hoped you could trust Colter. With a heavy sigh you walked to the front desk of the emergency department. And there you saw Colter, hands in his pockets as he talked with another man you didnât recognize. With a bit of skepticism, you approached both men, letting your presence be known with a clear of your throat. They both turned to look at you, Colter with a warm welcoming smile, but the other guy, who was arguably the hottest man you had ever seen in your lifeânot that it was relevantâlooked at you like a deer in headlights, like starstruck.
âHey Colter,â you gave him a cordial smile, then you looked at his slightly shorter companion, though both men were still a good head taller than you. âAnd Colterâs friend. Didnât know you had a partner.â
âI donât. This isââ
âRussell. Colterâs more handsome and charming older brother.â Russell interrupted, extending a hand to you. You looked at Colter, who looked less than impressed and you couldnât help but snort a bit.
âI see the flirty nature is a family thing then?â You took Russellâs hand with a small laugh but you quickly swallowed when you felt the warmness of his large hand as it engulfed your smaller one. You werenât really laughing then. You made eye contact with Russell, you had never seen a pair of prettier eyes, a breathtaking shade of green, and an intensity that was equally breathtaking. It didnât help that he was smiling at you, too.Â
You cleared your throat and took your hand back, choosing to look at Colter instead, âSo uh, whatâs the plan?â
âRight, well, first things first, I need more details about this James, think you could take an early lunch? I would also need to talk to your sister as soon as possible.âÂ
You chewed on your bottom lip, catching a glimpse of your watch before ultimately nodding, âYeah, just give me an hour. We can meet at this cafe nearby, Iâll send you the address. You can meet with my sister after her shift. Sheâs been staying with me.â
They looked at each other for a second, shrugged then nodded at you. These two were definitely brothers.Â
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You were frantic as you pulled into the cafe, running late after a code blue that took up almost the whole hour to get under control. You were sure that you looked like a mess, still in your scrubs, pieces of hair falling out of your bun as you entered the cafe. You were almost embarrassed that Russell was going to see you like this, you didnât care too much about Colter, though. When you entered you saw them sitting at a booth, two cups of coffee sitting on the table but no food. You felt a bit bad. Colter noticed you and waved you over, making Russell turn his head to look at you. And somehow he didnât seem to care about how wild you looked.Â
âIâm so sorry. I had a code blue. I hope I didnât waste your guyâs time.â You said almost frantic, barely able to catch your breath. You unconsciously sat next to Russell, who seemed quite happy about that.
âNonsense. We were actually waiting for you to order, right Colt?â Russell reassured, and when you turned your head to look at him he was smiling at you, a toothy smile that made the corners of his eyes wrinkle a tiny bit, it was kind of cute, actually.Â
âYep. Russell insisted we waited. Even though we haven't eaten anything in over six hours.â Colter sighed sipping on his coffee.Â
âWell at least one of you has manners.â You narrowed your eyes at Colter, and you heard Russell rumble a laugh.
âYâknow what? Letâs just focus on the case, okay?â You held back a laugh and simply nodded, trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of Russell beside you, a mixture of bourbon and sandalwood.Â
Colter asked you a million questions, ones you had answers to, and others didnât, which was probably best if he talked to your sister, too. Your food also arrived quickly, which you were thankful for since you hadnât had anything other than the Keurig coffee from the doctors lounge.Â
âSo, you said James was in the army?â You nodded as you munched on a fry. âAnd is Navy SEAL now?âÂ
âYeah, he went overseas every month or so. But after his last assignment a few weeks ago he told my sister about getting out.â You answered as you bit into your cheeseburger. You didnât often like to indulge in greasy heavy foods, but you were beyond stressed from both work and your sister, so you needed some joy in your life.
âHe wanted out? Why?â Russell asked beside you. You shrugged.
âI donât know. One thing or another about being tired of being on the battlefield, wanting to be home more. Or thatâs what Rosie told me.â You answered as you munched on your burger. You thought for a few seconds before speaking again. âBut if you ask me, I think something went wrong in his last assignment. Rosie said he didnât speak to her for a whole day after coming home, and that he was constantly on edge and irritable for weeks leading up to his disappearance.âÂ
âMaybe. Might be worth looking into.â Colter shrugged as he took a bit out of his sandwich. âYou think weâd be able to look into his assignments overseas?â He asked Russell.
âDoubt it. If theyâre classified, which most likely they are, theyâd either have little to no paper trail, or they would be heavily secured.â Russell said with a mouthful of fries, which Colter clearly disapproved of. But Russell paid no mind to it, his attention was all on you.
âHow do you know?â You asked Russell with genuine curiosity. He half grinned a bit.
âI used to be in the Army too. Spec ops. That's why Colter brought me along.â Russell explained, and you almost wanted to sigh out loud. âSo I know damn well how secretive some of those overseas assignments can be. Most are black-ops and off the books. Itâd be hard to find the files.âÂ
So much for tall, rugged and handsome. Guess youâre going to have to look from afar.
âWell fuck. That sounds lovely.â You mumbled into your burger, annoyed and frustrated. Russell actually laughed this time.
âYou know that burger isnât gonna run away, right?â He chuckled at the way you were so aggressively stuffing your face. Colter narrowed his eyes at his older brother and kicked him under the table. âOkay, ow.âÂ
âMind your business? Also, you have no room to talk dude.â You scoffed, eyeing his sriracha covered fries with disgust. âThatâs actually fucking criminal.â
âWell, this one has a mouth on her. And here I was trying to be a gentleman.â He chuckled, playful grin on his face as he shoved a particularly heavily sriracha-covered fry in his mouth while you watched. âDonât knock it âtil you try it, sweetheart.âÂ
You stared at him with an indescribable feeling. You didnât remember the last time a man had this much of an effect on you. Sure, in your mind it didnât do him any favors that he used to be in the military, but youâd gladly break your own rule for just a little taste of him. He was a little rugged, sure, but he was undeniably handsome and carried himself with an alluring sense of self confidence. And the way he smiled at you, God, it made you feel like a schoolgirl, warm and tingly. You didnât remember the last time a man looked at you like that, either.
âCan we focus here?â Colter, the ever present voice of reason.Â
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âWho woulda thought, you look even more beautiful without the scrubs.â Those were the first words out of Russellâs mouth when you opened the door. You had told them to stop by in the evening after Rosieâs shift so they could talk to her.Â
âRussell,â Colter sighed, looking at his brother with annoyance but Russell simply smiled, unapologetically proud of himself. They both looked at you, you were trying so hard not to smile right now. âAlright, is Rosie home?â
âYeah, sheâs in the living room. Come in.â You shook your head softly as you allowed both brothers into your apartment.Â
You led them to the living room, you caught Russell looking around with curiosity. Maybe he was trying to figure you out, figure out how to get on your good side. But he otherwise didnât say anything.Â
âRosie, the guys I told you about are here.â You called out to her and she immediately shot up to her feet and rushed to your side. You looked at her, poor thing looked like she had been crying again. âThis is Colter, the tracker, and thatâs his brother, Russell. Theyâre going to help us, okay? Colter just needs to ask you a few questions about James.â
Rosie was nodding profusely, âAnything, Iâll tell you everything you want to know. Just help me find him? Please?âÂ
Colter led her to the couch, perhaps sheâd feel safer if she was comfortable. You didnât want to intrude, you probably werenât needed right at this time, anyway.
âIâm going to get you guys something to drink.â You announced, wanting to give them some privacy.Â
âIâll help.â Russell piped up and you looked at him with curiosity, he simply smiled at you. You didnât bother to question him.
You went into the kitchen, Russell was close behind you. You could feel his intense gaze burn into the back of your head as you rummaged through your fridge. You tried to ignore it.
âBeer?â You asked, glancing over your shoulder at him.Â
âSure.âÂ
You grabbed three beers from the fridge and Rosieâs iced tea. You handed Russell his beer before moving around your kitchen to grab a glass cup from the cupboard. You poured the iced tea into the cup before turning around to find Russell still looking at you, with wonder, and maybe something else you couldnât quite decipher.Â
âSo whatâs your deal?â He asked you as he sipped his beer. You tilted your head at him and furrowed your eyebrows.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, yeah youâre clearly a kick-ass doctor, and a caring sister but, what else is there? I donât see any pets, surely no kids, no pictures on the walls, minimal decor, hopefully no boyfriend,â You laughed at the last part. âSo, what are you about?â
âRight, well uh,â you chuckled softly, awkwardly sipping on your beer as you leaned on the counter. You shrugged. âIâm a doctor who works sixty-plus hours a week, I have zero social life, Iâm not home nearly enough to have a pet. And I certainly have no time for the nonsense of men my age. But hey, if you want to know what Iâm about, itâll take more than just shitty beer and a kitchen conversation to figure me out.â
Russell smiled. Genuinely smiled. But it was a different kind of glint, like he was amused, impressed almost. He chuckled as he nodded, stepping to stand in front of you. You straightened up, looking up at him.
âSurely youâd have time to get a drink with me sometime then? I donât know if Iâm your age but I can assure you Iâm not going to waste your time. Would love to try and figure you out while Iâm here.â He bit his bottom lip, eyebrows raised and green eyes big with expectancy.Â
Yesâsaid the warmth between your legs.
Noâsaid your rational mind.
âRussellâŚâ Your voice was a warning, apprehensive as you chewed on your bottom lip. âI donât think I should be going on dates while my sisterâs fiance is missing.âÂ
âItâs her fiance thatâs missing, not yours.â He chuckled. You knew he didnât mean to sound mean, or mocking but you scoffed softly, moving away from him. His words hit you in ways he could never know.
âI don't do⌠That. Yâknow, dating? Or hookups. I donât do romance, period.â You argued, hands on your hips. He tilted his head at you, eyebrows raised as he looked at you with that indescribably charming look of his. God, did he make it hard to say no.
âDonât have to be anything. Iâm not expecting anything. Just drinks, no strings attached, weâll see where the night takes us, yeah?â He made a very compelling argument, and his unwavering confidence and charm was hard to resist.
Truly, you didnât remember the last time you felt so tempted to go on a date with someone, and it wasnât for lack of trying. From coworkers to patients have made advances youâve always easily turned down. But Russell? You didnât feel like you wanted to turn him down. You gave in so easily.
âWhadaya say?â
âYeah, okay. Just drinks. Weâll see what happens. But donât get any funny ideas, okay?â You warned him. He chuckled but ultimately raised his hands up in defense when you narrowed your eyes at him.
âI am a gentleman, sweetheart. I know how to behave in front of a pretty girl.â
Your concern was if you could behave in front of a hot guy. Especially when he was as hot as Russell.
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So Close
Summary: You meet Colter and Russell at the morgue to help them gain access. Had you known how this was really going to go, you might have pushed Colter's call to voicemail.
Pairing: Russell Shaw x Female!Reader; Russell Shaw x FBI!Female!Reader
A/N: I have zero idea what this is. My muse demanded I type this out after watching the morgue sneak peek scene and at this point, I'm giving her whatever she wants. I have never seen this show, know nothing about the characters and any relationships they may have or their background stories, only vaguely know what the premise is, and I'm waiting to see the episode like everyone else. And yet, the muse still put me to work. She can be so brutal sometimes.
I wouldn't call this speculation for 1x12 because I have no idea what's happened before it yet. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Full text in italics is dialogue from the morgue scene.
Warnings: mention of dead body; angst
Word Count: 2096
Sequel | Series (please let me know if you would like to be tagged in the series or any future Russell or Tracker works)
Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel
Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat
This work was recc'ed by @winchestergirl2 here.
You met Colter and Russell Shaw at the morgue, telling them that you were only doing this one small favor and that was it and only for Colter. Colter, as always, understood. Russell, not so much.
The older man turned to look at his younger brother. âI thought you said sheâd be a big help to us on this one.â
Before Colter could answer, you narrowed your eyes in Russellâs direction. âIâm putting my job at risk helping you,â you snapped.
And still just as infuriating as ever, he gave you a smile, that teasing gleam in his eye. âItâs good to see you again, Y/N. You are lookingâŚâ He worked his fingers into the all-too familiar gesture of approval, giving you a glance over.Â
âGo to hell, Shaw.â You spun on your heel and started marching towards the building. âLetâs go,â you barked. âWeâre on a timeclock.âÂ
You never looked back to see if they were following you but you heard Colter mutter not too far behind you, âYou mind not pissing her off until after we get to see the body?âÂ
âYeah,â Russell quietly agreed, sounding far more serious than he had a moment ago. As a matter of fact, he sounded a little down, which made you wonder what was really going on. You already knew of the strain between the brothers so them working together was odd in itself but Colter hadnât given you details when he called you and you hadnât asked for them. You hoped this case they were working had nothing to do with anyone who Russell might⌠You forced away the thought and renewed your focus on the task at hand. You werenât here for anything pertaining to that. You needed to keep your mind clear, and your eyes and ears open.Â
Once you were all inside, you noticed an older woman sitting at the reception desk. You were about to walk in and pull your badge, ready to lie your ass off and give your official spiel when Russell held a hand up. âI got this,â he assured you both, before waltzing right in. You and Colter exchanged a look before following him.
The woman glanced up briefly and saw you all approaching before going back to her computer. âWhat can I help you with?â
âHi, umâŚâ Russell glanced down at her nametag as Colter moved to stand next to his brother, sporting a small smile. âYolanda. Well, that isâthatâs a beautiful name.â You slowly shook your head and crossed your arms. He was seriously going to try to charm his way in? Well, this ought to be fun to watch.
You werenât surprised when she barely spared him a glance before going back to typing.
And of course, that didnât deter him one bit. âSadly, we, uh, we heard about Len Claimans. Recently deceased and, uh, we just need to see the body.â
That caught the womanâs attention as you expected it would. She immediately turned to face him and slipped her eye glasses onto her head. âWhat for?â
âHow do you like working here?â You nearly smirked at the increased pitch in Russellâs voice, betraying his attempt at bullshitting and also a small case of nerves. It was almost as if heâd never lied before. Funny that.Â
From Colterâs expression as he watched this trainwreck up close, he had to be thinking along the same lines as you, but more so wondering why this was even being attempted with you standing right there.
âHuh?â Russell continued. âI get a good vibe from you, you know. Kind eyes â helpful eyes, I like that.â You bit your lip to keep from saying something you shouldnât. Russell had never been what you would call a good flirt, but he certainly was dialing up the charm to try to compensate.Â
Too bad the charm didnât seem to be working. Yolandaâs eyes immediately transferred to Colter. âWhatâs he talking about?â
Colter shook his head and turned to look at her. âThe body might be connected to the disappearance of another man,â he explained. You noticed Russell glancing back at you out of the corner of his eye and you arched an inquisitive brow in his direction which made him immediately focus on Yolanda again, nodding along as his brother talked.
âOh.â Yolanda looked regretful for a moment before going back to her computer. âIâm sorry, but unless youâre family, I canât let you back there.â
Knowing this was the point Colter needed your intercession, you began to step forward but immediately froze when Russell snapped his fingers and spoke up. âI didnât mention.â He gestured between him and Colter, giving Yolanda a smug grin, almost as if he had finally found the ruse that would work. âCousins.âÂ
If you could have facepalmed right there without anyone seeing you, you would have. Wow. How was he so bad at this? And why didnât he just let you do the talking? Or his brother for that matter?
Yolanda huffed out a breath of impatience. She was clearly done with this conversation and quite frankly, so were you.
Russell suddenly leaned forward. âWe just-we just need a minute. Or two, you know? I promise we wonât disrupt a thing and then afterwards, maybe, uh, go grab a drink or, uh, somethinâ somethinâ.â This time, you did briefly cover your face with your hand. This was just beyond embarrassing. Why did you agree to help these two again?
You could not believe what you were hearing and neither could Colter. You watched as he stared at his older brother before he decided to give it one last ditch effort and played along, turning a strained smile onto the woman.
And as expected, Yolanda finally reached her limit. âNo. Sorry.â She got up from her chair and walked away.
Russell let out a disappointed breath. âThat was so close.â
âNo,â Colter rightfully disagreed.
Youâd now reached your limit as well. Stepping forward, you loudly cleared your throat and came to a stop next to Russell. Yolanda turned to look at you, wondering what was coming next from the circus act that had apparently decided to roll into her office this afternoon. You gave her your best professional smile. âHi there. Iâm Special Agent Y/L/N with the FBI.â You slipped out your badge and held it up for her to see before putting it back into your pocket. âMy associates here are correct. Weâre currently investigating a missing persons case that may be connected to Mr. Claimansâ death. Iâm going to need to take a look at the body as well as the autopsy report.â
Yolanda, clearly not believing anything you were selling today, stared over at you, unimpressed. âDo you have a warrant?â
âI can have one sent over to you in the next hour,â you lied. âBut right now, weâre on a bit of a timeclock as Iâm sure you can imagine.â
She glanced between you three, thinking it over. Russell and Colter looked back and forth between you two.
âLet me see that badge again.â
You grabbed it and handed it to her as she walked over. She studied it and then gave it back to you after a moment. âTen minutes,â she decided. Both of you ignored Russellâs little smack to the counter and triumphant grin mixed with a quiet âI knew I liked youâ in Yolandaâs direction.Â
She looked bored. âThatâs all I can give you.â
You gave her a nod of gratitude. âThatâll be plenty. Thank you.âÂ
She nodded and passed next to you to lead the way. You glanced in Colterâs direction and he nodded his thanks. Russell turned to you, his grin all but gone now, the serious tone from before back. âThank you,â he murmured.
âSure.â He gave you the beginnings of a grateful smile, his gaze never leaving yours. You could feel yourself being sucked in, almost as if there was a strong magnetic force trying to pull you back in. There was so much going on behind those eyes that looked almost as if they were pleading with you for something â something that you werenât entirely sure you were ready to give. You were still putting yourself back together, trying to repair the damage that his chaotic whirlwind had caused.
Colter quietly cleared his throat and it shattered the moment, and for that you were grateful. Especially when you noticed Russell had been discreetly moving closer to you. You moved away a bit, making Russellâs jaw tighten and his eyes harden, and started after Yolanda. âWe should go,â you told Colter, happy to look upon him once again while you regained your bearings. âWeâve only got ten minutes and I really donât need an ass chewing from my supervisor because your brother has no game.âÂ
Colter smirked and followed after you. Russellâs jaw dropped and he appeared alongside you once more, keeping pace with you. âI have game!â
âNo, you donât,â you snorted, keeping your eyes straight ahead, unwilling to look at him.
âYes, I do. It worked on you once upon a time, didnât it?â
You leveled a menacing glare on him before turning to look at Colter on your other side. âWhy did you ask me to help you again?â
Colter pressed his lips together and decided to keep quiet, focusing on waiting for Yolanda to open the door to the morgue. âI appreciate everything youâre doing.â
Russell leaned closer and murmured to you, âI do, too. And Y/N, after we get out of here, why donât we go grab that drink I talked about? Just you and me? We can talk and catch up.â You turned your wide eyes onto him. Was he serious? He shot you a charming grin but you could also see the tiny gleam of hope in his gaze.
You ignored the familiar scent of his cologne as it wafted over you and you tamped down the painful memories it induced.
Colter looked like he would rather be anywhere else right then. You wished you were anywhere else right then. You turned your eyes forward, refusing to look at him anymore, not wanting to see any part of his reaction to what you were about to say. âYouâre both on a timeclock, remember?â You asked quietly. âAfter we get what we need, you should go to the spot that's next on your list or immediately chase down any leads. As for me, I have to get back to work.â You then surged ahead, standing right behind Yolanda and stepping into the room when she opened the door.
After a moment, you heard the brothers enter behind you and Colter muttered to Russell, âYou good?â
âYeah.â You nearly closed your eyes hearing that tone that you were starting to hate once more. âSo close.â This time, when he echoed the words from before, there was no false bravado attached to them, no playfulness or humor, only what you detected as regret.Â
This time, Colter didnât say anything in response. Both brothers joined you and you all watched as Yolanda selected a drawer and slid it out. Feeling Russell next to you, you swore to yourself that this would be the last time you would take a call from Colter for a long time. While you liked the younger Shaw, it was the older Shaw you didnât want to chance running into ever again.Â
You stared ahead as Yolanda unzipped the body bag, tensing as you felt the sleeve of Russellâs jacket unintentionally brush against you. So close? Too close.
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Russell watching you intently, his expression serious and that regretful look in his eyes once more. You forced your gaze back to the woman reminding you of your ten minute window, refusing to allow any sympathy for the older man on your left. You hadnât been the one to ruin things between you; youâd only been left to pick up the pieces. You were done feeling sorry for Russell Shaw.Â
You took the report Yolanda offered to you before she left and began flipping through it, skimming the text, as Colter took a closer look at the body. From your peripherals, Russell stared at you a moment longer and then moved to stand next to his brother, their backs to you. Sadly, a familiar sight of the man youâd once loved. You blinked away rapidly forming tears and went back to reading.
As much as you hated to admit it, Russell had been right. So close indeed.
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A birthday dream (4)
Summary: It's your birthday and your harem gets bigger...
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader, Russell Shaw x Reader
Side-Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (same reader)
Warnings: language, implied smut, mentions of smut (oral/fingering/anal), fangirling, RPF
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âShitâŚoh fuck,â you moan loud enough to draw attention toward your bedroom. Ben, Dean, and Jensen silently sneak toward the door, huffing as you are going at it with Beau again. âHarderâŚyesâŚright there.â
âSheâs fucking that cowboy cop again,â Dean grumbles. Heâs not a fan of your new addition.
While you, Sam, and Beau try to find a way to send Beau back into his world, Dean and Ben try to stay in your world, with you.
âCalm down,â Jensen shrugs. âItâs a phase. Heâs new, and she didnât ride his dick as often as mine.â
âShut up!â Dean and Ben grunt in unison. âWe hate sharing our woman. If you like sharing her with another dick, itâs your problem, not ours.â
Dean and Ben flinch when the headboard of your bed slams against the wall. Your moans and your loverâs groans grow louder with every thrust of his cock.
âSheâs close, huh?â Beau asks while casually walking inside the living room with Sam. âWhoâs the lucky one this time?â
Jensen, Dean, and Ben turn around like in slow motion to look at Beau and Sam. They gape at the two men and furrow their brows.Â
âWhat?â Sam asks.Â
âWhat are you doing out here?â Dean cocks his head to look Beau up and down. âShouldnât you be in there and press orgasm after orgasm out of Y/N?â
âIâd like that, but Sam asked me to help him with the books.â Beau looks at the books in his hands. âI licked her pussy this morning, though.â
Deanâs features darken. He squares his jaw and huffs. âI made her cum in the showers this morning. The first of many birthday gifts for our girl.â
âI fingered her until she squired while actor boy ruined her cute ass,â Ben smirks at Dean. They are still at each otherâs throats most of the time.Â
âUhâI got cake and flowers for her,â Sam awkwardly looks at the cake and flowers in his hands. âA thank you for helping me leave the apartment.â
âYou mean you fucked,â Soldier Boy cackles, but his smirk vanishes when you cry out a name they never heard before. Well, not all of them. Jensen ducks his head and averts Dean and Benâs gaze.
âWaitâŚif Beau and Sam are here tooâŚâ Dean turns his head to look at Jensen, âWhoâs in there fucking our girl?â
âAhemâŚyou see,â Jensen clears his throat. âIâI had this guest role in a series and⌠Iâm afraid Y/N watched the episode last night andâŚthings got out of handâŚâ
âYou are telling me that you played another dude and now sheâs fucking him?â Ben glares at Jensen. âWe told you to inform us if you take a new role, Ackles.â
âFuck, yesâŚRussell!â You cry out your newest loverâs name. âThereâŚharderâŚfuck. Youâre so thick.â
âIâm thick too,â Ben is done listening. He kicks the door open only to watch Russell slip out of your well-fucked cunt. âYou!â He points at Russell. âOut of the room.âÂ
âDude, relax. She wanted to have some fun,â Russell smirks, looking so much like Soldier Boy in that moment. You whimper, already imagining getting double-teamed by them. âHow can I deny her?â
Ben ignores Russell completely. He squares his jaw and exhales sharply. âAnd you!â He points at you. âDown on your knees, mouth open. You will spend your birthday filled with cock. Preferable with mine.â
âHey, sheâs not yours only!â Dean storms into the room, already tugging at his flannel. âI will join the party.â
âMe too!â Jensen stumbles inside the room.Â
âOh, no!â Ben shakes his head. âYou are the reason for the new guy.â He grins at Jensen. âYou wonât get any for the time being.â
âCan I join?â Beau pokes his head inside the room. âMaybe justâŚwatch or take care of her after you ruined her.â
âMr. Cuddles his back. Great,â Dean sarcastically says. âFine, get in here. You can have her after we are done punishing our slutty girl for dreaming of another man.â
You fake a sob. âButâŚbutâŚJensen wanted me to watch the episode. I tried so hard to focus on Colter, but Russell was right there. He looked so good, and I gotâŚhorny.â
âLook at our whore,â Ben taunts. âShe can never have enough cock, huh?â
âSoâŚif you are all doneâŚâ Russell walks back inside the room, a beer in his hands. He's still stark-naked but doesn't really care. He leans in the doorframe and sips his beer. âCan I have another round?â
âNo!â All men grunt in unison.Â
âNewbies wait for their turn,â Sam clarifies. âYou can help me with the booksâŚâ He whispers. âWait for your chance. She gets needy after a napâŚâ
âSammy,â you pout. âThatâs our secret!â
Dean quirks a brow. âYa know, Sammy. For a man pretending to not wanting to fuck Y/N you are sniffing around her pussy all the time.â
âDean! Donât be soâŚÂ crude!â
âSammy,â you purr. âWe both know you can get very crude when we are alone.â You smirk at the former hunter. âHow about you all come inside, close the door and we celebrate my birthday the best way possibleâŚâ
âFuckâŚyesâŚâ They all say in unison. All men will be a lot to handle, but you will be damned if you donât take the chance and have a piece of all of them.
Itâs your birthday after allâŚ
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Tuesdayâs Gone â Chapter 1
Russell Shaw x reader
Summary: When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you donât expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughterâs, in ways you never imagined.
Warnings: missing child trope
A/N: Hello, beautiful people! I know most of you are waiting for another part of my Soldier Boy SMAU, but truth to be told, I have NO idea how to continue that story yet. Iâm still waiting for the fanfic muse to kiss my face and tell me what to do. In the meantime, please, enjoy this little something that will end up being a mini series.
Titleâs based on Tuesdayâs Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
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You didn't know how to breathe. It felt just like if your lungs were under a press, making it more and more impossible to get oxygen minute by minute. Never in your thirtysomething of years ever thought youâd have to experience one of the greatest tragedies of life; your daughter, your whole world, just disappeared.
The detective in front of you was muttering some words your brain couldn't really register until now.
âMiss Y/L/N, you hear me?â he asked with a hint of concern. âI need you to tell me how you found out your daughterâs missing. Any detail could be crucial.â
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You stood outside the police station, staring blankly at the pale glow of the streetlights. Inside, the officers had told you to "stay patient", to wait for updates. Theyâre doing everything they can, they said.
But it wasnât enough.
Emma was only four, too young to be out of sight for this long.
She had disappeared right from your front yard, where you had only left her alone for a few moments to grab your phone. It had been late afternoon, and the neighborhood was quiet. No strange cars. No unusual noises.Â
When you came back outside (just mere seconds later) Emma was gone.Â
The police had checked the neighborsâ cameras, combed through the nearby area, and interviewed everyone around. But there were no leads. No ransom demands. No nothing. They were starting to treat it like a case that could stretch on for weeks or months.
But you couldnât wait that long.
It was already taking too much time, and your mind went to places it never ever should have. Is she still okay? Is she scared?â What a stupid question, of course, sheâs scared. Up until now, her world was simple; just her mother and her.Â
âMiss Y/L/Nâ a quiet voice came from behind your shoulder. You turned and see a policemanâLt. Candero, according to his nametag. âI know Iâm speaking against ourselves, but you have to understand. We have regulations to follow. Our hands are tied. Butââ he started reaching for his back pocket âI might have someone to help youâ he said and handed you a card. A name and a phone number.
Colter Shaw.
âHe isnât tied down like us. His methods may be a bit⌠unorthodox, but he helped to find my wifeâs brother a few years back when our station couldnât. He might be able to help you.â he said quietly, then looked around to see if nobody saw this exchange.Â
You understood. Recommending aâwhat was this man again? A tracker? Recommending a tracker, it was probably against everything his profession stood for. You quickly looked down at the card and then back up to say your thank you, but he was already gone.
Colter Shaw. At first, the name didnât strike you as unusual. Colter Shaw. Shaw. You hadnât thought about this name for a while. Could this be a coincidence? Â
Anyway, it wasn't the time to contemplate. You needed to find Emma.
And right now, this Colter Shaw was your best chance.
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The night had settled in by the time he arrived. You watched from the window as he pulled up quietly in front of your house. You opened the door before he could even knock.Â
"Miss Y/L/N?â
"Y/Nâ you corrected. âThank you for coming" you said, stepping aside to let him in.
Colter gave a small nod as he entered, his eyes quickly glancing through the living room, taking in the space as though every detail might offer a clue.Â
"Tell me again" he said as he sat down on the couch. It was clear he was drawing out details the police may have missed. "Everything you remember from the moment she disappeared."
You sat down on the couch next to him, clasping your hands together in an attempt to keep them from shaking. "It was late afternoon. Emma was playing with her dolls on the porch while I ran inside for just a minute to grab my phone. When I came back out, she was gone. I called for her, searched the yard, but she wasnât there. The gate was closed. She couldnât have left on her own." Your voice cracked as you remembered back at the ominous moment. "I searched the whole neighborhood. Cried and screamed even. No one saw her."
Colter listened intently, not interrupting you. There was something in his eyes that made you feel as if he wasnât just absorbing the details, but he was already a few steps ahead. He was thinking of possibilities you or the police couldnât see yet.
"There was no one around?" he asked.
You shook your head. "No strangers, no cars I didnât recognize."
Colter nodded, as though that detail confirmed something in his mind. "This wasnât random" he finally said. "Whoever took her had been watching. They knew your routine, her routine."
Your heart skipped a beat. Why would anyone stalk you? Or worse, why would anyone stalk Emma? "But why? Why would anyoneâ"
"People take children for a lot of reasons" Colter interrupted with a careful tone. "But this feels targeted. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. And that means theyâll make mistakes. Iâll find them."
You nodded feeling a flicker of hope at his confident words. "Whatâ what do we do now?"
"We start with the yard" Colter said, standing up. "I need to retrace what happened. Look for signs the police mightâve missed. After that, Iâll want to speak to the neighbors, anyone in the area who mightâve seen something they didnât realize was important."
You stood, watching as he moved toward the front door. Your mind was racing. How could this be targeted? Who would target you? And why? You were no one specialâa single mother living with her four-year-old in the suburbs of Idaho Falls. Had no enemiesâexcept for the occasional work rivalries between you and some of your colleagues (you had a very specific person in mind, named Kiara), but other than that, your life was plain and simple.
"You really think this wasnât random?" you asked Colter, following him outside.
He paused by the door, glancing back at you. "Iâve seen this before. This kind of precision. Someone planned this, and that means thereâs a reason. We just have to find out what it is."
As you stepped outside, you couldnât shake the creeping fear that this was bigger than you had imagined. It felt deliberate, like someone had been watching, waiting for the right moment. But why Emma? What did they want?
Colter crouched near the edge of the yard, running his fingers along the ground. You stood nearby, watching as he scanned the area. The yard looked so ordinary, so unchanged. But to Colter, it seemed to hold details you hadnât noticed, things the police had overlooked.
"So she played here, right?â he asked and then you nodded. âFootprints here" he muttered, pointing to a small section of dirt near the gate. "Different size from the ones around it. Someone stood here recently."
"The police didnât mention any footprints."
"They wouldnât" Colter said, standing up. "Theyâre looking for obvious signs, not subtle ones."
As he moved toward the gate, you felt a heavy weight pressing down on your shoulders. You couldnât breathe, again. Whoever had taken Emma had planned this. They had been watching her, your daughter, knowing exactly when to strike. But who? And why?Â
You kept repeating these two questions.
As if reading your thoughts, Colter turned to you. "This isnât over, Y/N. Whoever did this left a trail. I just have to find them."
You nodded, but deep down, something still gnawed at you. Your guts were telling you that there was more to this.
And for the first time, you wondered if your daughter had been taken not because of who she was, but because of somethingâor someoneâshe didnât know.
âTell me about her fatherâ Colter said, still scanning the area.
You froze for a moment. You had expected him to ask about Emmaâs father. But not yet, at least. You stared at him, trying to figure out how much to say. How much did he know? Or was he just following a hunch?
"Sometimes, the past has a way of catching up to people, even when theyâve left it behind" he added.
"He left" you said. "Before I even knew I was pregnant. I havenât heard from him since."
It wasnât a complete lie. Russell had been gone for years, disappearing from your life before you even knew you were pregnant.
Well, maybe he didnât disappear, maybe you pushed him away. But you had your reasons⌠reasons you werenât ready to share with Colter.
He was never part of Emmaâs life, never even knew she existed. But you couldnât shake the feeling that Colter might be right. Maybe this was connected to Russell.
Colterâs expression didnât change at your revelations, but you could sense his mind was working, putting pieces together. He wasnât asking for the emotional history; he was looking for facts, details that might explain why someone would take Emma.
"What was he like?" Colter asked, leaning forward slightly. "Did he have enemies? Anything that stands out in your memory?"
âHe...â you started. âHe never talked about his past. He was⌠secretive. Once Iââ you took a deep breath, contemplating how much to share. âI realized he lied to me. About his job. And⌠and I told him to get out of my house, my lifeâ you said. It was an insanely outlined version of your story, but you hoped it was enough.
"AndâŚno contact since then?" Colter asked.
You shook your head. "Nothing. Not a single word.â
For a moment, you both fell silent. You could see Colterâs mind turning, sifting through the information, trying to make sense of it. Then, his voice broke the screaming silence.
"Y/N, I need you to think carefully. Is there any chanceâany at allâthat this could be connected to him?"
You felt a cold shiver run down your spine at the question. You had tried so hard to convince yourself that Russell was just a chapter in your past, that he had nothing to do with the life you had built with Emma. But now, with your daughter missing, the nagging doubt inside you was just impossible to ignore.
"I donât know" you admitted finally.
Once again, you couldnât help but think of the name that had been haunting you since this shitstorm began. Shaw. Colterâs last name was the same as Russellâs, and though you hadnât asked, the possibility plagued your mind. Could Colter be connected to Russell? Could he know more about your past than he was letting on?
You didnât dare ask. Not yet. Not until you had more answers. But the question stayed in the back of your mind.
And now, the only person who could help you find Emma might be the one with answers you were afraid to uncover.
After taking a deep breath, you said. âHe was dealing with⌠some dangerous people.â
"Who?" Colter asked, his voice low but firm, pushing gently. "What kind of people?"
âItâsâ uh, it was some organization, I think. I don't know what they do specificallyâŚâ you stammered. âRussell said it was Horizon or something.â
Colter's face tightened. Horizon? The Horizon Group? And Russell?
Something flashed in his eyes. Recognition, most likely. For a brief moment, his usually composed expression fell, and he looked away, as if piecing together a connection.
"Russell..." Colter said, his voice quieter now, almost as if testing the name. He took a step back, his mind clearly working through the sudden flood of new information. "What did you say his last name was?"
This was it. The moment you had been dreading, the one you had skirted around ever since you first heard his name. "Shaw" you said, barely above a whisper. "His last name was Shaw."
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Phew. Weâre in for a ride.
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Series Masterlist - Every Second Counts
Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader
Summary: One date with your best friendâs brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the first one you trust to help you find him.Â
Song Inspo: "Machine" by Amber Run
AN: Here we are! The continuation series of A Line and a Half. Think of that story as a prologue, if you will. Because this road's about to get bumpy...
Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) Eventual smut, mentions of drug addiction, PSTD, blood and violence, hurt/comfort, and plenty of feels.
Chapters:
Prologue: A Line and a Half
Part 1: Permission Granted
Part 2: Family Reunion
Part 3: Timer Starts Now
Part 4: Mountain Man
Part 5: Damn Worth It
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Summary: The reader receives an anonymous text from a new client needing an off the books patch job. However he's annoyingly good looking and the last thing you need is some ex-special ops guy hanging around. Unfortunately for you, Russell Shaw isn't the kind of guy to walk away when he knows something's wrong...
Pairing: Russell Shaw x reader
Word Count: 20,200ish
Warnings: language, gun shot injury/past drugging/brief mention of attempted assault (not shown) mention, angst, fluff, smut, stalker, murder, self-worth issues
A/N: Contains minor spoilers for Tracker 1x12. This series is complete!
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Colter is forced to team up with his estranged brother, Russell, who enlists his help to track down a former army buddy whoâs gone missing after several weeks of paranoid behavior. The investigation takes the brothers into the world of Special Forces missions, shady off-the-books programs and conspiracy theories, all while they contend with their familyâs past, on the CBS Original series TRACKER, Sunday, May 12 (9:00-10:00 PM, ET/PT) on the CBS Television Network, and streaming on Paramount+
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Russell Shaw x F!Doctor!Reader
Series summary: when your sister's fiance goes missing, you call Colter for help, and he brings along his rugged, but handsome and charming older brother, Russell.
Series warnings: explicit sexual and mature content, minors dni, smut, age gap, mentions of ptsd, kidnaping, mentions of minor violence. Check individual parts for specifics.
Reader is in her early 30s, Russell is his late 30s
Additional character appearances: Colter Shaw, OFC Rosalie, OMC James Summers, more TBD
*means part contains smut
Part one
Part two
Part three
More parts tbd
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July Reading Recs
To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. đ
Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
Reading Recs Masterlist
The Boys
Soldier Boy
G.B.A @impala-dreamer
Authors Summary: ~Spend the 4th with America's first and greatest superhero~
Fuck The Quiet Game @voxmortuus
Authors Summary: Prompt âthereâs no one else here, be louderâ
Every king needs a queen @thebiggerbear
Authors Summary: Homelander makes you an offer that you're all too happy to refuse.
Power Play @venus-haze
Authors Summary: So, you lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship. It happens all the time. Maybe not quite like this.
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Mine @hintsofhoney
Authors Summary: When Dean is forced to mark Y/N in order to not blow their cover on a case, it leads him to reveal a secret that he's been keeping since they met.
Lost & Found @luci-in-trenchcoats
Sam Winchester
Untitled drabble @supernaturalfreewill
Breathe @sams-sass
Authors Summary: What it would be like to wake up to Sam WinchesterÂ
Too Hot @just-another-busy-fangirl
Authors Summary: A witch puts a spell on you, making your body temperature rise to dangerous degrees. Can Sam save you?
Multi Fandom
Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben)
Headcanon: Wearing His Clothes @zepskies
Authors Summary: Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you (getting caught) wearing his clothes.
Big Sky
Beau Arlen
S.I.N.G @zepskies
Authors Summary: Beau wishes youâd take this self-defense lesson a little more seriously.
Echoes @zepskies
Authors Summary: Beau has another rough night, but you help him face a harder truth.Â
Polaris Chapter 2 @waynes-multiverse
Authors Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasnât proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBIâs help, Sheriff Arlenâs ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, itâs hard to make the right choices and find his way back home â back to you.
Tracker
Russell Shaw
You're safe now. I'm here Part 1 @thebiggerbear
Authors Summary: You've been taken hostage and Russell is part of the unit sent in to retrieve you.
Colter Shaw
Bloodied Hands @marvelwitchergilmore
Authors Summary: When you get hurt on a case, Colter stays with you.
Chicago Fire
Matt Casey
It's just a headache @kitkatscabinet
Authors Summary: You wake up with a headache, you attempt to work through it. Prompt: âSorry, Iâm⌠Iâm really dizzy.â
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