#raylan being gentle with tim my beloveds

[maraskywalkers]

listen I know the common thing with Givenson is that they like it rough & fast and that's valid but I personally love the idea that Tim actually likes it best when it's slow & sweet but doesn't ever know how to ask for it because that takes a certain kind of vulnerability that life has taught him to protect at all costs and then Raylan comes in with his swagger and his anger and his hard edges and he shouldn't be capable of being so gentle and sweet but he is and he takes his time with Tim, treats him like he's something precious, like he's worth that kind of care and how could anyone have ever touched him any other way and it cracks something open in Tim, something warm and affectionate and absolutely terrifying and he wants to be annoyed about it wants to be mad but then Raylan slides a cup of coffee into his hands, made up just the way he likes, in the morning, sets whatever book Tim is currently reading on the table and kisses his forehead before settling on his couch with a baseball game on in the background and Tim's cat on his lap and Tim thinks yeah alright, thinks maybe he can, thinks maybe he'll be okay after all.

[itookyoudown]

Are we sending Tooks drabble asks today?? SURPRISE BITCH I'M HERE: Givenson, snake bite

yes it is!!! here you go my co-captain my beloved my bestie 🖤🖤🖤

“That whole spiel about them being able to smell a man’s fear is bullshit,” Raylan explains with a solemnity so sweet and soft it’s almost enough to make Tim forget he’s watching Raylan pet a timber rattlesnake as it hugs around his willow-strong arm, “this little critter is more be scared of us than we are of it.” “You know this cause you wake up with snakes in your cowboy boots all the time?” Tim taps his thumb against the trigger guard of his service weapon, ready for that thing to show any sign of turning ornery. “No, not quite,” Raylan says with a chuckle as warm as the sunlight dappling through the woodsy canopy, “my mama saved my soul by dunking me into the creek when I was born, but she schooled it by driving me out to the tent revivals, let me take up with the serpents so I’d learn their tongues — can’t get beguiled by a language you speak, but then you know something about that, don't you, gator boy?” Tim stops tapping, starts to think the most lethal thing between the head of the holler and the mouth isn’t the possibility of a snakebite. Raylan’s golden smile, cheerful and gentle, is the most dangerous thing out here.

(three sentence ask meme)