A Marshal's Talents Part 2

A Marshal's Talents Part 2

Pairing: Tim Gutterson x Reader

Warnings:

mentions of guns, shooting, and other typical canon violence

Chapter Text

Media: Justified

Word Count: 1294

Part 1

Part 2

That night you got a call from your Aunt Helen in the middle of the night. It was something about Arlo not taking his meds that night and he was yelling at Francis outside. You got up and called one of your old friends for a ride. You had left your car in Virginia and didn't want to rent a car since you didn’t know how long you would be here. Your friend, Maggie had gotten off her closing shift at 1 am and picked you up around 1:30. It was a 2 hour drive and you insisted on paying her for the gas since it was so far and so late. She took the money but waved you off saying her house is an hour away so it wasn't a big deal. As soon as you pulled into the drive of your childhood home you could hear Arlo screaming from the porch.

Maggie stopped you before you exited the car, “ Do you want me to wait?”

“No, I'll probably be needed for a few hours.” you gave her a soft smile.

Maggie’s face was colored with concern, “ Alright then, just text me if you need a ride back.”

“ It’s really alright Maggie,” you continued, “ Thanks a bunch, I really appreciate it.”

And with that you got out of the car and walked towards the porch. You stopped half way and turned to wave to maggie as she backed out. You breathed a sigh, “ Alright Arlo..”

…

Raylan had gone down to see Boyd. There was construction on his way there so that added an extra hour to his drive. He heard Boyd had been at his cousin’s bar more recently and ended up at Johnny's bar. As he walked up to the door he encountered patrons leaving in a slight panic. Raylan bypassed them to see an altercation between Johnny and another man. Johnny had a sawed off shotgun in hand as he sat in his wheelchair. Raylan saw the man pull first. Raylan pulled faster than both of them and shot the man. At the angle Raylan was at he hit him in the arm and within moments the man was out the door. Raylan chased after him, but the man hopped in a van. Raylan knew he would not be able to keep up and it was dark so he missed the plate. He called Art, knowing the man would still be in the office. It was around 9 when he called. The local police showed up in a few minutes, but it took the Marshall’s over 3 hours to arrive at the scene. The Marshals stayed to question the witnesses. 

“So Raylan,” Brooks said as they leaned against his town car, “ I didn’t know you had a sister?”

Before Raylan could speak Tim walked from around the trunk “, I didn't know you had a hot sister.”

Raylan looked at Tim from under the brim of his hat, “ Tim, shut up.”

Rachel huffed a laugh and shook her head as Tim backed off, hands raised, with a smirk on his lips.

It was so late when everything was wrapped up that they decided to get rooms at the closest motel. It was a shithole. Raylan and Tim took one room while Art and Rachel took the other. 

Raylan’s phone rang at 3:49. He groggily picked up, forgetting to check the caller ID.

“ Hello?,” he mumbled. On the other bed, Tim sat up looking at Raylan. He had been a light sleeper ever since his service. 

“Raylan, I need you to get over here right now.” You whispered into the phone, someone was yelling in the background. 

Raylan sat bolt upright, “ Y/n?, Where are you? What’s wrong?,” he spat out. Tim’s eyebrows furrowed at the mention of your name.

“I’m at Arlo’s,” you breathed, “ He’s off his meds and waving a gun around, I have Aunt Helen hiding in your old room and I’m in the kitchen.”

“ I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Stay away from him.” Raylan hung up and started putting in his shoes and coat. 

“ Where we going?” Tim asked, following in Raylan’s lead putting on his gear and grabbing his gun.

Raylan grabbed his keys, “ Arlo’s. My sister is there trying to get him to take his meds and he has a gun.”

They left the room and practically ran to the car. Raylan must have broken 12 laws careening down Harlan’s road to get to the house. They pulled into the drive. Jumping out of the car they could hear the yelling from inside the house. As they ran up the porch a gunshot rang out. 

…

You were trying to talk Arlo down. He had worked himself into a rage, talking about how Francis had run away to noble's holler again. You were trying to get him back to reality when you heard a car pull up. You turned back to Arlo hoping to distract him from Raylan when he came into the house, but when you looked up you say your daddy pointing his gun at you and yelling at you like you were Francis.

“ No Daddy! I’m not Franci-” You tried to say until you heard a loud !POP! And felt a burning pain in your right arm. 

The next thing you knew you were knelt down on the ground with a pretty blond man next to you. You blinked hard and your head started reeling from the pain and noises surrounding you. Tim recognized your quickened breathing and wide unfocused eyes as a panic attack. After taking a quick look at your arm he saw it was only a shallow graze and focused back on you. He said your name and rubbed the sides of your shoulders as he looked at your eyes and tried to get your attention. It took a second, but you finally made eye contact.

“ Okay good. Now I'm going to need you to breathe,” you heard yelling to your left and glanced in that direction, but Tim spoke your name again. “ Y/N. Not over there. Here. girl, breathe.” He grabbed your left hand and put it on his chest. “ Breathe with me, okay? In… out… good. In and out.” He  continued this rhythm until you looked a little more relaxed and your breath started to even out. 

Tim knew that Raylan and Arlo were still at a standstill but their voices were getting louder. He didn’t want you to start panicking again so he decided the best plan was to get you out of the situation. He looked you in the eyes and said, “ Okay, we are going to walk outside to the car, is that okay?”. 

He waited until you nodded then he grabbed your left hand and put his other hand on your waist, careful of your right arm. You were still facing each other and once you both stood up he pulled you to him so you could not see your dad or brother. He then walked you to the door while leaning his head towards your ear. “It’s okay, we are just going to walk to the car. Don’t mind them.”

As you reached the porch you tried to turn your head to see what was happening. Tim moved you to his side as he continued to hold your waist as he pressed you against his left side. He guided you down the drive and to the backseat of the car. He opened the door and had you scoot inside to the middle seat while he dropped into the seat you left empty and closed the door. He texted Art after pulling out his phone. From your new vantage point you could see the house, but not the people inside. 

Shit.

The people inside.

“My Aunt Helen,” you gasped and turned to Tim.

“She’ll be alright,” he whispered. He was looking you over when your breath started to become uneven. At that Tim pulled your face towards his chest as he pulled you into a hug, still wary of your arm.

“ Shhhh,” he cooed, “ You put her in a room upstairs right? Raylan won’t let your father out of his sight and he definitely won’t let him hurt her.” Tim continued to hug you and run his hand over your hair and back. He didn't want you to overthink yourself into another attack and you seemed to gravitate toward physical touch. As he soothed you he could hear you begin to take more substantial breaths. After about 10 minutes while he cuddled Raylan’s sister he saw Raylan exit the house with his Aunt and a few more guns than he entered with. He looked like he was on the phone as well. Tim decided that it would probably ease your anxiety to see them, but when he looked down to tell and realized you were asleep. He decided to let you be while Raylan and Helen walked to the car. Raylan opened the backseat door and peered in with a worried expression.

“ She alright?”, Raylan asked, noticing your position on Tim and his face morphed into a scowl.

“ She will be,” Tim hummed, “ but I think she is in shock and she will probably need stitches. Arlo?”

“ I called the local police to grab him, he is currently handcuffed to the stair rail. I didn’t want him in the car with either of them,” Raylan said while looking between his sleeping sister and Aunt who wore an indignant expression on her face. 

“ You can leave me here Raylan,” she huffed, “ it’s my job to take care of him.” 

Ralan sighed and pinched his brow, “ Just get in the damn car.”

Yk it's bad when you’re describing your type and it starts to sound more like a father figure 

Shelby's

Tim Gutterson x afab reader

Justified

Warnings: cursing, references to puke and blood, drinking

Chapter 1:

Three kids puked in your class today and one of them was ON YOU. That stain was never gonna get out and oh boy did you need a drink. You decided to go to a bar called Shelby’s, it was a mid class establishment. One of the only nice and affordable places in Lexington. You had just gotten off work when you decided that drinking in your apartment alone sounded a bit too depressing tonight. You pulled up to the bar in your work clothes which consisted of jeans and a sweater (complete with puke stains) since the elementary school you worked at was pretty lenient on your dress code. Walking in you sat at the bar and ordered a jack and coke. A classic. If you got anything from your daddy it was his taste in alcohol. 

It was a Friday night so there were quite a few other patrons. A couple in a booth behind you, a couple in a booth next to that one, and a couple sitting across the bar from you. Damn. When was the last time you had sex let alone a relationship? You inwardly groaned and tilted your head down as you swirled your drink. Being in your late twenties was not very glamorous. You were an elementary school art teacher who just finished getting her masters a year ago. The work was fun and you enjoyed being a role model as well as a friend to the students like you needed when you were their age. With that goal in mind you didn't have much room to date in college. Having one long term relationship a few years back made you steer clear of romance while finishing your degree. Kenny was his name and apparently all he was good for was cheating on you at least twice. You dated for almost two years and when one of his friends finally slipped up and told you about Kenny’s “exploit” the night before you immediately packed his shit and changed the locks. He was never the best boyfriend, but you thought he loved you. Now love seems like bullshit, yet you still somehow wish something would work out.

While you were reminiscing about your past loves, the bar started to fill up. You had gotten there at 5:30 and now it was nearing 6:30. You had nursed two jack and cokes before you decided you had to drive home eventually. You ordered water and a beer. You had been enjoying the nice hum of people talking, but as more people entered the bar it became a bit of a loud and jumbled mess. You enjoyed the ambiance, but you decided that you should probably head out before it got too crazy. You decided to people watch before you did leave. An old guy in a bass pro shop across the room was on his 4th beer, bad fishing trip or good fishing trip and mad wife, you guessed. Another guy sitting a booth alone dressed in a suit on his third glass of whisky, divorce or a bad business deal. A group of barley legal looking kids packed into a booth only meant to fit four, all had beers and were laughing hysterically. Oh that was why it smelled like weed, they are high. You were so absorbed in the lives of others you hadn’t even noticed a guy sitting next to you. 

It was one of the only seats left at the bar, the other two empty seats being next to each other he thought he’d leave those open since he was alone. Tim had just got off of work and he needed a drink. Shooting people he could handle, but crying men who begged not to be shot. That was not up Tim’s alley and it stressed him the fuck out. Now all he wanted to do was drown his life into the practice of borderline alcoholism. He ordered two beers to start with and drank as he looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary. The same stories like every other day. Those who were with coworkers or friends, those who are drowning sorrows, and couples who seemed absorbed into each other. Tim liked to think that he was not a part of any of them, but he knew he probably fell into the “drowning of sorrows” club. The woman next to him though might actually not be a part of any of them. He had noticed her when finding a seat, but he didn't think much of it. Now that he was actually looking at her, she seemed mildly entertained as she watched a couple across from them. The couple was seeming to be in a heated discussion about… huh was that Star Wars. Tim hadn't ever gotten around to watching the movies, but he thought that was a pretty good guess. He looked back to the woman next to him, she was wearing a green sweater with sheep on it, that’s interesting. She also had a pair of jeans. There was a stain on her left hip, it covered both her sweater and her jeans.

“Hey, you got a stain on your shirt and pants.” he looked at you and muttered into his beer.

You jumped, completely absorbed in the conversation across from you. You turned your head to look at him and hummed, “ hmm?”. Oh, he’s pretty.

“ You have a stain,” he nodded to where the puke stain that you had tried to get out during your lunch break was.

“ Oh yeah,” you looked down at it. It wasn’t terribly noticeable, but definitely a weird looking thing. “A kid puked on me today,” you laughed. It was a bit of an airy giggle. You looked up at him. He furrowed his eyebrows as took a sip of his beer and looked at the stain.

“That sounds fuckin awful,” he drawled, “ Well that’s a stain i have never had to clean, good luck.” 

It was your turn to quirk your eyebrow, “ It sounds like you deal with a lot of stains?” 

“ Yeah, blood stains aren’t too hard to clean.” he spoke nonchalantly, but your eyes widened a bit. 

He took another sip of his beer then stuck out his hand, “ U.S Marshal, Tim Gutterson.”

At that you relaxed and smiled while shaking his hand, “ Y/N Givens, Elementary School Teacher.”

…

To be continued

Ever my savior

This is a Jon Snow x Reader fanfic

This is not for the faint of heart and this is part one of many.

Warnings: Violence, torture, Ramsey Bolton

If you are a minor DNI

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You were a lady of a northern house. Your father was not too influential, but a lord nonetheless.

You were a lady. 

You couldn't tell if you still held that title. 

You stood in Lord Bolton's war room. Or was it his bedroom? Is there a difference?

He was seething. Pacing. Clenching his fists. 

Not good signs. 

“ That fucking bitch”, Ramsey hissed. 

Sansa ran away. Theon and Sansa ran away. Theon ran away. Your one lifeline. Your ally.

Alone.

That was what you were.

Alone to face Ramsey by yourself. 

He was gone. 

He left you.

“ Darling,” Ramsey gripped your chin harshly, squeezing your cheeks, “I’m feeling frustrated, do me a favor and lay on the table.” 

He always did this. Played the part of a sweet and understanding man before stripping you of your dignity. You were used to this.

But not alone. 

Theon was always here. Someone to anchor yourself to while Ramsey did what he wanted. While Ramsey tortured you.

Theon understood what it was like being tortured by Ramsey.

He knew.

And he still left. 

You walk over to the table and lie down, just like Ramsey wants. 

Ramsey never touched you in the way that you’d think. He wasn’t interested in fucking you. If he was then he would've done it by now. Instead, Ramsey, ever the gentleman, left you your purity. It seemed that he thought you would catch him a better ally or price while still retaining your purity. 

You were given to Ramsey as his betrothed before Lord Balish brought Sansa. She was a much better choice. You thought that you would be permitted to go home. You weren't. 

Ramsey had his fucktoys. He had his wife. 

You were his chew toy. 

Ramsey pulled up your dress to reveal your pale thigh.

He dragged his knife around until he found an area of unmarred skin. Then he carved. He liked to hear you scream.

You weren't in the mood.

The absence of Theon numbed you.

When you did not scream Ramsey looked at you curiously and pressed deeper. A tear escaped and fell to the table. Still, you were silent.

“ Really? You too?,” Ramsey leaned down to whisper in your ear, “ Are you keeping silent in some sort of solidarity with the half-wit and his whore. Maybe you're the half-wit whore.”

He removed the knife from your thigh. The feeling of warm blood pooling on the table beneath you caused a shiver to run up your spine. 

The Lord smiled at you as he stood up and ran his eyes down your torso. His gaze stopped on your lower abdomen.

In an instant, Ramsey had cut a deep gash through your lower abdomen and you let out a blood-curdling shriek. 

Bastard.

Shelby's Part 2

Part 1, Part 2

(not my gif^)

Tim Gutterson x afab reader

Justified

Warnings: cursing, references to vomit, drinking

Ch: 2

You and Tim had an eventful conversation about your differing career paths.

“ So is puke the only thing kids do?” Tim said before taking a sip of his fourth beer. 

You shrugged, “ It feels that way sometimes. Do you only point guns at people or is there more to being a Deputy Marshal?” You smirked, already knowing it wasn’t from your brother's short phone calls, but you didn’t like to talk about family. 

You noticed as the night went on Tim seemed to loosen up.

He chuckled and turned his body towards you, feet on your chair’s footrest, elbow on the counter, and a beer in hand, “ I wish, that's the part I’m best at, but there is a surprising amount of paperwork involved in chasing fugitives.”

You mirrored his body language but crossed your legs instead of the half manspread he was doing across from you, “ Yeah I guess that’s where I lucked out,” you chuckled, “ being an art teacher for kids involves almost no paperwork,” you hummed, “although,” and leaned towards him a bit, “ I might trade you for the parent teacher conferences.”

You were obviously more than a little tipsy because as you were sitting back up you muttered  “,but if the dads looked like you I might not mind so much.”

When your brain caught up with your mouth you felt your cheeks heat and you sincerely hoped he did not hear that.

You avoided his eyes by looking at the couple across the bar, but before you knew it Tim was leaning towards you and putting his foot next to yours on your stool. His voice was low when he spoke. “ I wouldn't mind a little one on one with you either.”

…

You ended up staying out much later than intended, talking or rather, flirting, with Tim. You couldn’t tell whether it was going to go anywhere, but looking at the time and your alcohol consumption and realized you would probably need to call a friend to take you home. You texted your friend and luckily enough Ava was a few minutes away. You thanked Tim for his company and you were off. Or at least you tried to be off. As soon as you stood up your head spun a bit and you felt a firm hand on your arm, “ Woah, be careful now. How’s about I walk you outside and we wait for your ride.”

You thought you had less to drink than Tim, so either he had a higher tolerance, or your muddled brain didn’t keep proper count. 

Giggling on your way out of the bar. Tim seemed to find your incoherent babbling and endless giggles quite amusing as he sat you down on a bench outside the establishment.

“ Maybe I shoulda grabbed you some water on our way out to sober you up a bit.”

At that you pouted, “ I am sober.” 

As Tim gave you a slight disapproving glare you burst into a fit of laughter again.

A few minutes later a car pulls up in front of the two of you. Tim was smirking at you as you folded over giggling at something he said when Ava rolled down her window. 

“ Alright yall, you coming or what?”

Tim looks up at her then back at you to confirm that thia was infact your ride. 

“Oh hi, Ava!” you yell a little too loudly for this late at night. 

She rolls her eyes while Tim smiles and helps you to your feet and around to the passengers side. 

“Am I giving you a ride too?” Ava asks as he helps you buckle your seatbelt while you ogle at him standing over you. 

“ No Ma’am, just her,” he says standing back up, “ I can’t leave my car here. Thank you though, and drive safe.”

Tim then directs his attention to you, “ Sleep Well  Darling, I had a good time tonight.”

You smile up at him, “ Me too, bye Tim.” 

You wave as Ava pulls out of the lot and towards your apartment. 

FINALLY SOMEONE IS WRITING FOR JON SNOW!!!!

Sometimes we must become our own hero🫡