#Whitey Winn

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GODLESS - 1.04 “Fathers & Sons”

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I stood inches away from Newt, his arm around me holding me close to his side, and hid behind the little bit that remained of an abandoned building, while a swarm of cranks stood just on the other side, we had been running from them for what felt like forever, It was just now I realized… we weren’t with our group anymore.

“I’m scared,�� I whispered while tears formed in my eyes, I never cried, and when I did I never let anyone see. So when Newt looked at me with a shocked yet concerned expression I couldn’t help but know why. He nodded his head swallowing hard. “I know, but right now I need you to stay calm okay? I won't let anything happen to either of us alright?”

I nodded my lip quivering and a tear rolling down my left cheek. I avoided eye contact with Newt and quickly wiped my cheek. “Alright they’re gone, why don’t we find a place to sleep tonight, we can look for the others in the morning.” The whole time we looked for a place to stay Newt had a hold of my hand, we walked in silence until we found a safe building, although no building in the scorch is safe.

Me and Newt sat at a small fire, it barely put out enough warmth for one person much less the both of us. A shiver made its way up my spine as I heard the screeches of cranks a few miles away. I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw and kick shit. I was so angry and so sad, I was afraid I might would hurt myself if I was given the right moment.

“You okay?” Newt’s smooth accent pulled me from the deep cave in my mind where I often resided. I nodded. “Most people who are okay don’t cry, you know that?” I scoffed wiping my face of the tears I was oblivious to until he pointed them out.

I sat with my legs cris crossed and my face as close to the fire as I could get my hands holding my cheeks. Newt had shuffled over to me. Lying back against the large rock behind us.

“If you get any closer to that fire you might just singe your eyebrows off.”

We both chuckled.

“You can go to sleep Y/n. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I sighed. I was terrified, it made me miserable in every way. Newt opened his arms inviting me into them. I never liked hugs or physical touch in general, the boys would always mess around but they had never actually hugged me, other than Chuck I wouldn’t necessarily give out hugs. I knew Chuck felt left out of most shenanigans, I knew how that felt.

I looked at him, a moment before giving in and letting his strong arms engulf me. I didn’t want to let go he rubbed my back for a little while and played with my tangled hair, carefully combing out the knots with his hands. Eventually, I made myself comfortable in his lap. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight y/n” His warm breath caressed my ear down to my cheek.

“Goodnight Newt.” I fell asleep with my head nuzzled into his neck and his hands trailing through my hair.

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Thomas... we love you but you gotta stop doing this man. We ain't strong enough!

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Marry Me?

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Adorable + Flirty

“What’d he do?” Whitey asked with his usual cowboy tone, “He dangerous?”

As Y/n watched Whitey take Roy to the cell and lock him inside, she couldn't help but roll her eyes in frustration. Bill said Roy had been causing trouble again, and Y/n was tired of dealing with this. She had brought a pistol with her just in case things got out of hand, but she was relieved that she didn't have to use it. She carefully returned the pistol to the gun cabinet, making sure it was secure and out of reach. Y/n then took a moment to dust off her little blue dress, which had gotten a bit dirty during the ride back to town. She was glad to be back in the safety of the town and hoped that Roy would learn his lesson this time.

Whitey, comes over to her and brushes dirt off her shoulder. "Ma'am," He smiles, "ya ‘ave a rough ride today?"

"I'm not in the mood whitey," she glared already catching the innuendo he was no doubt going to make if she answered him the way he wanted her to,

Whitey smirked, He set his hands on his hips, "Alright, alright, don't get ya panties all in a twist," He said with a grin.

"My panties are not your concern Mr Winn," she glared as she headed out of the office stepping down the porch and into the New Mexico dirt, 

Whitey chuckled. "Hey, hey-" He went after her with a grin. "I'm only jokin' with ya." He chuckled as he followed her as she walked through Labelle, "You know," He said as he caught up to her. "If ya just lighten up, ya might get a boyfriend."

"a boyfriend? Really? Whitey there are like four men in this town. One is my father. One is the undertaker who's so close to death he's built his own coffin. The barkeep who can't even pour whiskey straight. And the dry goods man who hates everyone he's ever met. Not exactly the making of beat boyfriend material,"

Whitey chuckled, "What ‘bout me?"

"You. Are not a man Whitey."

Whitey smirked. "What’d ya think I am, then?"

"A boy," she said, "a very spoilt, cocky, idiot of a boy, who doesn't bathe, refuses to articulate his sentences and only got the job as deputy because he's the man in town under 50. Who's only decent quality is that he happens to be an above-average shot."

"Ya outta catch yourself Ma’am,"

"or what?" She glared,

Whitey gritted his teeth. "Don't play with me, Y/n. Ya won't like it much." He said as he took another step forward.

"just go away whitey. Go see one of your girlies or something and leave me alone." She stomped before she continued her way through Labelle towards her little house,

Whitey took in her words for a moment, her insults stung him and certainly bruised his ego. But he still felt there was a chance that with the right words, he could win her over. "Hey, wait-" He said as he ran after her. "I was just kiddin’ before." He said lying.

Y/n ignored him and continued through the dusty dirt,

"Hey! Hold up!” Whitey yelled, as he ran after her and caught up. "I-I..." He was at a loss for words. He was determined to get on her good side, "Look, I just-" He paused, "I'm sorry ‘bout earlier." He said honestly.

"are you?" She glared as she crossed her arms over her chest,

"I am. Ya know how I can be. Sometimes I don't do the thinkin’ before the talkin’." He said, 

"You never think before talking," she glared as she flicked his nose before she turned and headed up onto her house’s white-painted porch, 

Whitey winced as she flicked his nose, but quickly brushed it aside. "Well, why don't ya come to the saloon with me tonight? I'll buy ya a drink and make up for it."

"No thank you, Mr Winn," she said as she cleaned her dirty boots on her step,

"C'mon, it'd be fun. I'll even try and act polite." Whitey joked.

"try." She sighed, "No thank you. I'm busy"

Whitey raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and just what's so important that it has to take up your night rather than hangin’ out with me? Got yourself a lover boy?"

"no." She glared, "Not that it is any of your business whitey but I have laundry to do,"

"Oh." He said sounding disappointed. "Just laundry. Damn." He paused for a moment. He really wanted to take her for a drink and impress her with his charm. "Well, can ya maybe do it ‘nother night? I haven't had a drinkin’ buddy in a while now..."

"I'm sure you'll be fine whitey," she sighed as she headed inside her house but she accidentally left the door open which whitey smirked at.

Whitey's eyes lit up. Maybe there was still hope after all. He took in a deep breath, then made his decision and went inside her house to find her.

He bolts up her porch and steps inside Y/n's house and it's much like he imagined the house prim and proper everything in its place, well decorated and kept even a nice smell in the air she takes off her boots setting them by the door on a shelf of her shoes before she goes to the kitchen filling a pot and sitting it on the stove before then prepping a teapot as she does she noticed him so she added another teabag and rolled her eyes, "oh come on in whitey," she said sarcastically, "at least shut the door behind you. And take your boots off I don't want to track your damn mud around my house!”

Whitey rolls his eyes a little as he takes off his boots and sets them next to the other shoes. 

"Wow. Ya house is..." He said, finding it to be quite impressive in the neatness.

“What? Clean.”

“Kinda…” Whitey looks at the tea on the stove. He takes note of how she added two. "Ya plannin’ on ‘avin’ more than one tea? He says with a smirk.

"no, I'm making one for you, genius,"

"Tea?" He raised an eyebrow. "Ya don't seem like the tea kinda gal."

"you don't seem like a bath kinda boy," she snapped back,

Whitey's lip twitched and he narrowed his eyes when she said that. "I do take baths!" He yelled a little louder than he expected as he tried to defend himself.

"do you? When did you have one last?"

"Just because I don't bathe every day doesn't mean that I hardly bathe! I- I bathe twice a week!" Whitey crossed his arms as he tried to defend himself.

Y/n saw through his lies and grabbed some water in a glass before she threw it in his face and grabbed her washcloth and soap bar giving Whitey's face a scrub no matter how much he protested,

Whitey was taken by surprise when she threw the water and he didn't move fast enough to dodge it. Then, when she began to scrub his face, he began to struggle as best as he could. He tried to pull away, but his efforts were in vain. He wanted her to stop, but this wasn't completely all bad either. "STOP IT!" He yelled, struggling as he tried to pull away. As she scrubbed the layers and dirt off of his face it hurt just a little bit, but after you scrubbed his face, it felt... refreshing. He suddenly stopped trying to push her away as he looked into her eyes.

Y/n slowly moved back and dried off his face, smiling at him with gentle eyes, she held his chin and looked at him honestly the first time she had ever seen whitey clean, "humm" she chuckled, "So there is! a handsome boy hiding under there!"

Whitey stared into her eyes as she smiled and held his chin, looking at him as she had never looked at him before. He smiled as he felt her warmth and he couldn’t even believe how beautiful she looked at that moment.

"Ya think I'm ‘andsome?" He said a little giddy as he felt his face now glowing a red hue.

"I'm sure you could be. After a hot bath, some good soap and some clean clothes," she chuckled kissing his cheek before she took the pot off the stove and filled the teapot taking it to the table with the tea cups saucers, sugar pot and milk jug sitting down and after giving the tea a moment to steap she poured herself a cup and began to make it to her liking,

"Well, what if I don't want to take a bath or change my clothes?" He smiled at her He really liked when she kissed him. She sat down, pouring the tea, and Whitey followed her to the table sitting down across from her as he watched her pour the tea. When she finished, he reached forward and took the milk jug, pouring it into his own cup.

"then you're just you. And not particularly handsome,"

"Hmpf- I can be ‘andsome when I want to." He said, then looked back over at her. "Did ya really mean it? That I could be ‘andsome?"

"every man has the potential I suppose," she says picking up her cup and saucer briefly blowing on the tea before she takes a sip, “Even you whitey,”

Whitey smiled a little bit as he took a sip of his tea also. "Well, thanks that’s mighty kind of ya ma’am," he said, his face still a bit red from her compliment. He sipped his tea for a moment before he finally spoke again. "Ya know, ya kinda cute yourself."

"am I now?" She sighed already seeing through his attempts at flirtations,

"Yeah, ya are." He said with a smirk. As if he was sure she was into him. Even though he was really just fishing for validation at this point.

"if you say so. Don't you have other ladies to pester?"

Whitey smiled. "Not right now. All the other gals in town are annoying. Why can't they be like you." He complimented, hoping he could get a little bit further with her with just one more compliment.

"Why indeed," she sighed she offered wondered why the women in town weren't more like her, able to see through Whitey's flirtations and complimentary words and see the truth. But she supposed it was likely the lack of men in their ex-mining town. Whitey was the only man under 50 in town so it made sense why every widow swooned for his sweet words however Y/n being the sheriff's daughter could see through him like he was made of glass,

Whitey saw Y/n's expression and thought she was playing hard to get,Whitey grinned, he couldn't wait to try some of his moves to win her heart. "How can I convince ya that I'm the right guy for ya?"

"you can't." She said adding a sugar cube to her tea,

Whitey was disappointed but not deterred. He had been rejected plenty of times. It was going to take more than that to make him give up on her so soon, she was too pretty for him to lose out on. "So, what if I make ya a deal?"

"What sort of deal?" She sighed as much as she didn't want to engage with his nonsense she is a gambling girl,

Whitey grinned, he loved flirting with her. He leaned forward a bit, his hands leaning on the table. "What I'm thinkin’ is, ya give me a chance to prove that I'm the right dude for ya. One date. If ya don't like me after that date, I'll leave ya alone."

"no, you won't. I know what your like whitey I say I don't like you, you merely see it as a challenge"

Whitey paused for a moment, he wasn't about to lie. He smiled, he wouldn't leave her alone if she didn't like him. But, he was sure he could win her over.

"Can ya really blame me?" He said, his smile spreading across his face, she was just fun to tease with. "You're so pretty, anyone would see ya as a challenge to win over."

"umm you say that to all the ladies?"

"To all the pretty ones." He said, with his usual cocky grin. Whitey could have stopped trying a long time ago, but he really did like Y/n,

"whitey. No. Just no. I am not letting you check me off your list just so you can say you've slept with every lady in town. As soon as I let you spend the night you'd move on to the next one. It's not happening give up"

At this point Whitey couldn't help but smirk, even if all his talk of ladies was just meer talk to make Y/n jealous, "I’m hurt Ma’am I really am, that ya think so little of me? So ya think ya know everythin’ about me? What if I were to prove ya wrong?"

"umm?"

"What if I don't move onto another lady after I've..." He leaned back in his chair, his expression still a bit cocky, even if he knew he never ever would, this was Y/n the only girl he ever wanted, "after we... you know."

"but you will. So why are we even discussing it?"

Whitey shrugged as he took a sip of his cup. "Oh, come on- just ‘ear me out ok."

"I'm listening." She glared sipping her tea

"What if- just for the sake of argument- I was a changed guy? And after we..." His voice trailed off teasing her with a smirk across his face, waiting for her to answer.

"nope."

Whitey narrowed his eyes, he wasn't going to go down without a fight. He was sure he could wear her down. He wasn't used to being told no. "Just give me a chance, pleaaase."

"Whitey. There are only two ways you are ever going to sleep in my bed either you buy my home and steal my own bed from me" she warms before getting up from the table "or you marry me." She says fetching a small tin which she sat on the table as she returned to her seat opening it to a bunch of cookies and biscuits one of which she took and dunked in her tea

"Wait one second there," Whitey said, his face scrunched up in confusion as she got up. "Marry ya?" He paused for a moment looking at her. A small smirk crept across his face as he thought about the idea. "Marry ya, Y/n?" He tried to sound sarcastic, but there was definitely interest in his tone.

"it's the only way it's happening whitey,"

"Ya would marry me?" He couldn't hide his surprise with how serious she sounded.

"if you promised to be monogamous, move in with me and actually have regular baths," she shrugged sipping her tea

His eyes widened a little bit, she's actually serious she seemed genuine. But, that meant he'd actually have to give up his bachelor lifestyle. But for Y/n, he’d do it in a heartbeat, "I could do all those things." He took a sip of his tea, mulling the idea over.

"could you?"

He thought for a moment, make her his girl. But... what about the other girls? Would he be tempted? Maybe But if he had Y/n waiting for him at home? And honestly, most of his talk about the other labelle ladies was just that, talk. They might bring him a pie and give him compliments but that was as much as the Labelle widows fainted interest to whitey, he had always had a thing for Y/n so He shook off the thought of cheating and smiled at Y/n. "I would do anything for ya, even be monogamous for ya."

"I don't believe it for a second whitey,"

Whitey leaned back in his chair again, he was a little upset at her lack of faith in him but she did have a point. But he had never really felt a genuine connection with them like he felt with Y/n. "Ok, but I can be faithful to ya. Trust me. Come on Y/n ya know I was just talkin’ just talk is all it was, ya know I ain’t really like that, and Ya know how I feel ‘bout ya,"

"no you wouldn't be faithful we live in a town of ladies you literally have anyone you want," she glared

But, she was wrong. he knew he would come home to her. He was sure if they were together he'd only have eyes for her. "You're givin’ me a lot more credit than I'm due, but even so. I'd be comin’ ‘ome to only you if ya let me." He smiled as he took another sip of tea.

"you're actually considering this?" She raised an eyebrow seeming surprised he was thinking about it

Whitey leaned forward, looking into her eyes with a smirk across his face. "Yeah! Course I am! but it'd have to be under one condition."

"go on?"

Whitey shrugged, he wanted to make this a bit more of a game. "You'd get to be my wife, and I'd be ya ‘usband too. And, I'd make sure to be a good man for ya. But I'm not sayin’ I won't try and flirt with ya a lot even when you're my wife. Ya just can't resist me." He smirked, he knew he could probably win her back with a little bit of sweet talk still after everything she said.

"you understand what this would mean for you? No more girls. No more sleeping around. No more riding off to the next town over and tearing up the place. No more junk-filled houses. No more bathing once a month. You'd live here, with me, we'd be married, we won't see anyone romanticly but each other, you'll have chores, and a bath every other day, you'll go to work and come on home again to me, I'll make you dinner for your night shifts and do your laundry. And yes we will sleep together both just in bed and sexually. Maybe even have some kids if you're up for it. But it's all or nothing whitey you marry me and we do all this or you don't and we don't do anything. Ever."

He let every word sink in for a moment, he thought about it honestly. And he had to admit, the life Y/n had described for him sounded like it was definitely better than his single life right now. "I can do all that." He said with complete sincerity.

"you think so?" She asked

He knew she thought he was kidding or being sarcastic, he could tell by her face. He smiled, this was probably one of the most serious things he'd ever done. "I can definitely do all that, I swear."

"Alright." She shrugged before she got up and gathered up everything from the tea taking it to the sink to begin in dishes, "Balls in your court then Mr Winn"

The sound of her washing the dishes and being so nonchalant about the potential of what he was asking made Whitey almost laugh in amusement. He thought he would at least get a little bit more of a fight from her, but it was all over just like that. Not that he was complaining.

He got up from his chair and walked over to her. Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slid them down her arms. "So, I'm gonna be ya ‘usband?"

"Yes, whitey?"

Whitey smiled, it felt so good to have won her over. He leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head, his hands on her wrists. "So, when's the wedding? The sooner we get married, the sooner we get to the good part."

"who said were getting married? I haven't been asked out anything yet" she laughed

His face dropped when she laughed, this wasn't going the way he envisioned. Did she think he would actually kneel down and ask her to wed right now? He was losing her. He couldn't lose her not now he was so close to what he had always wanted!  "Fine." He scoffed "Will you... Marry me?" He said sounding a bit sarcastic as he leaned down and kissed her head again.

"All alright" she shrugged

"Alright"?! He was expecting a bit more excitement over the news, she really just - "Really? That's it? 'Alright'?"

"right" She smiled again and gently held his chin with her soft fingers before she turned enough to give his lips a soft and gentle kiss their lips slowly moving against one another till she pulled back and continued with the dishes

Whitey was stunned by the soft kiss, it had almost sent shivers down his spine. She was actually kissing him back gently. He had won. He had Y/n as his wife! And, he couldn't help but feel the butterflies in his stomach when her lips were pressing against his. This moment was almost unreal. He smiled as he watched her continue doing the dishes. But he had one more question for her now that he had won her over. "Is this gonna be a big weddin’ or a little thing?"

"I don't mind, up to you" she shrugged "Ohh and the jeweller has some nice rings on sale at the moment best go for silver rings though the gold will tarnish the ivory on your guns," she smiled

That made him happy, he liked to know she could really see themselves together in the future. "Oh, I'll make sure we get rings soon then." He said with a smile, he would make sure to get them as soon as possible, he couldn't wait to put a ring on this woman's beautiful finger. And, he had all the time in the world to plan their wedding anyway. He smiled as he watched her continue washing dishes, his mind already racing with ideas for the future. After a few moments, he finally decided he had a question that really needed to be asked at that point. "Y/n?" He said, his voice quieter than before. He was still stunned by that kiss, and in a way, he didn't want to ruin the moment. "May I ask one question?"

"yes, whitey?"

He smiled softly as he took a breath. He was surprised he was feeling so nervous with her after she had already agreed to be his wife, but for some reason, he felt his heart beating at a million miles an hour. Was this really gonna happen? Was he really going to marry this woman? "Could I ask ya to maybe... cuddle with me for a while?”

"When I've finished the dishes," she says "you can dry up too if you wanna help"

He watched her turn back around, a smile still on his face at the sight of her. He was almost blushing as he watched her do the dishes, her soft lips and smooth skin were enough to make it difficult not to stare at her. Even her hands doing the dishes were attractive. He chuckled as she said he could help. She was truly a good woman, he didn't care if she told him to clean the dishes before permitting him to hold her. But she wouldn't have to deal with him sitting around doing nothing after she was done. Whitey decided to be a good husband and started helping her wash the dishes when she was done with them. He was genuinely enjoying just spending time with her at this point and couldn't wait until they were officially married. He would make sure he took good care of her. And, maybe she could help take good care of him too, but he wouldn't mind if she didn't, he'd take good care of her regardless. Once the dishes were done, Whitey watched her move over to the couch and knew he had won. She was all his and he had nothing to worry about. He felt that she genuinely wanted him and was attracted to him, and he would make sure he was the best husband he could for her.

He sat down beside her on the couch and looked at her for a moment, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He leaned down and gently kissed her as he pulled her tightly against him and rested his head against her chest.

she kissed back and smiled cuddling him and running her fingers through his hair in a soothing way

His soft lips fit with hers like two pieces of puzzle, their bodies fit together perfectly and the moment felt truly perfect. The fire from the fireplace provided a bit of warmth for them as they remained close to each other. The way she ran her fingers through his hair felt amazing, and he couldn't help but wish that this moment could last forever.

Whitey looked into her beautiful eyes as he held her close. He wanted to tell her so many things, words could never describe his love for her at this point. Her perfect, soft, beautiful body was making him almost feel like a schoolboy with a crush. And, it felt so warm and comforting to hold her like this.

she smiled and moved sitting on his lap as he had asked her to, she petted his hair and gave his head kisses letting him squeeze her "This nice?"

Whitey felt butterflies all over again as she sat down on his lap, this was his dream come true. He had really won her over and not only that, she was really opening up physically with him now, and it felt better than he could have imagined. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and his hands began to wander. His fingers lightly brushed over her body, feeling every curve it had. He was completely in heaven.

He started lightly kissing the top of her neck and leaned his head against her neck, he couldn't help but smile as he felt her hands on his back. Her body fit against him so nicely. She was perfect just like he had imagined her to be. He didn't want these moments to end, he wanted them to be married right now so he could make her his wife and never let go.

Whitey felt her soft, feminine hand caress his back and neck as her long fingers lightly rubbed him. Her touch was sending shivers of bliss through his body. Her arms were wrapped around him as she snuggled up tightly against him and she nuzzled her head against his chest. Whitey's heart was pounding so hard, he was afraid he would just pass out like this from the amount of happiness he was feeling right now. He had truly won her over, finally.

she hummed softly her head on his chest her hand in his hair, the other on his chest stroking his jumpers fabric, her body on his lap as she gently fell asleep on him

He felt her soft, gentle humming, her head resting against his chest as she began to fall asleep. He held her close as he continued gently playing with her hair, her hands continuing to lightly trace patterns on the fabric of his jumper. She fit perfectly on his lap, He couldn't help but smile as he watched her slowly drift off.

Whitey felt his own eyelids get heavy, she seemed so comfortable on his lap her warm body curled against him. There was nothing else he wanted than to just lay there and snuggle up against her like this. He felt her breathing get slower and slower, her breathing became more shallow and her hums turned into mumbles until she was fully asleep in his arms.

He took a deep breath and watched her for a moment more. She looked so peaceful lying on his lap just like that. He wanted to just be with her forever. He didn't even want to move, he just wanted to stay exactly where he was at that moment. 

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CALLING ALL READERS. I NEED YOUR HELP

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I'm back from my hiatus, and I've decided to reorganize my writings. I have pulled them all and have picked the best ones to keep. Now, I need you to pick which story you want to read first. Make sure to check out the synopsis before you make your choice.

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First story will be

A Palace Full of Cranks

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Ah yes, nothing like seeing one bloody picture of Jack Dawkins and ending up crushing hard on Thomas Brodie Sangster and his characters again.

Come on man, just when I got out of it...

It's beginning to get a little weird how many fictional crushes I've been suddenly getting.

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

Other Man’s Widow - Chapter 1

Female!Reader x Whitey Winn

Modernish!AU (It's kinda 1950's-60's coded?), inspired by the lyrics of Carrie Underwood’s Church Bells and the beat of Hoizer’s Dinner and Diatribes. (Church Bells is the backflashes, Dinner & Diatribes is the vibe of the hot questioning room before the rain.)

Warnings: Abuse, domestic abuse, murder, religious trauma(?). Whitey is an adult and not a kid in this.

Summary: The deputy is sent to console a grieving young widow.

A/N: If I have missed a tag please tell, also this has taken me like two years to get on here.

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The light that filters in through the halfclosed blinds is turning gray, the weather setting the stage for what would be a tragic story. The clouds had rolled in already around noon, as if it knew to be ready. Despite that the room is suffocating, as if the clouds are a big wet blanket over the town. Sweeping your eyes over the iron legs of the chairs and table you suspect they put you in one of the nicer questioning rooms, as you doubted the station had much room for anything but the absolute necessities. The plastic seat isn’t much comfort but it will have to suffice. A click of the door makes you run your hands over your hem.

“Sorry for the wait, ma’am. Can I get you anything?” The blonde boy is keeping his body in the hallway, likely expecting a positive answer. 

“A cup of tea, if it’s no trouble. Two sugars.” You fold the tiny fabric square in your hands. He gives a close lipped but reassuring smile and disappears back out. You never had much contact with the police in town. This was the first time you had stepped foot inside the police station. It was a tall grey house that had stood since 1884. The inside must have been updated since then, because the inside had much of the modern technology you had heard of on the radio. 

The door clicks open again and the youth steps back into the room. He sets a cup of smoking tea in front of you, with the air of someone trying not to scare a wounded deer, you note. 

“It sure is feeling like there’s thunder coming in.” He muses in the local drawl, looking towards the window as he pulls off a brown jacket, flashing a hint of embroidery hinting by the pocket suggesting personalization. The fabric whispers over the back of the chair before the blonde sits down opposite of you. “I am Deputy Whitey Winn. I know it is difficult right now but I need to write down what happened for the report, is that alright, ma’am?”

The woman in front of him looks frightened. She has been crying but trying to hide it, putting on a brave face. Her dress has a cheerful pattern of tulips, not at all fitting the gloom that has been thrown over this day. Despite the damp air she has kept her blue cardigan on, only the two top buttons undone. He notes the golden oval on a chain resting above the edge of your dress, likely an heirloom if he knows the townsfolk right. Her hands are still gripping the handkerchief, as if scared to let go. The gold band around her finger shines dully. Poor woman. He only hoped that McNue and the others got the place back in order before evening.

“Yes, of course, I understand.” You hide your shock at that the boy in front of you is the assigned deputy. He looks but a child, far too young to be working in such an environment. 

“Now, there’s nothing strange, Mrs Y/n Henderson. You just tell me as you know it, straight forward, alright?” Deputy Winn continues and opens a notebook in front of him.

Mrs John Hendersson. 

“John! Good man, good to see you!” The man came to meet your husband, who tossed the keys to the valet without looking. The valet stumbled but catched them before they met the asphalt. You gave him an apologetic smile. 

There was people milling about the outer deck, but the man herded your husband in to the restaurant, where tables were occupied here and there. John pointed out Daryl and Donnie Devlin, who flited between tables. The twins were those kinds of folks who fit in anywhere, if you’d let them. They were never there with a lady, never there with anyone. They arrived alone, sometimes together. They had business in everything from hardware stores to banking. You hadn’t told John but they gave you the creeps. They were turncoats and would butter up anyone if they smelled an opportunity. When your husband went to greet them you excused yourself to sit with the ladies that had taken up a table by the windows. 

One of them gave a light touch to her head as the others pointed out a couple on a walk. You realised your mistake and removed your wide brimmed hat, feeling the heat rise within you. Always these little mistakes. Not that she was being mean about it. It was just that you felt so out of place with these people who had been going for years. 

“That’s a wonderful dress, Mrs John Henderson.” Commented the owner, who had decided that the women were his jurisdiction while the men chatted. 

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but tug at the hem, trying to remember what the length requirement was. “John bought it for our honeymoon.”

You look at Deputy Winn. He has probably never set foot in that country club. He’s leaning on his elbow as he writes, back hunched. There’s dirt under the nails of his hand which supports him against the surface of the table. For a moment you’re glad it’s that way. You who stepped into the police station, and not him being taught a new set of rules for how to dress, greet and eat.

“You married Mr Henderson two years ago, is that correct, ma'am?” Whitey had read the public invitation in the paper, a flower wreath encircling both names. But someone had to be at the station, which fell on him and Maggie. Well, Maggie had been glad not to go, said it was too much of a spectacle for her.

“Yes, June 1954.” You look down on your ring, spinning it on your finger and then clasping your hands in your lap. “I just wanted a small affair, but John said we’d better invite the whole town.” Something between a laughter and a sob escaped you. The air seemed to only get heavier. It would certainly be thunder. You just hoped you would be out of here before then.

The sun was shining that day, filtering through the colored glass, and scattering over the altar. The whole town could not fit inside the church, only family and close friends. Reverend Griffin read the Lord’s blessing over your marriage. Then your walked outside to loud cheers and rice getting all in your hair. It was sweet. You kissed for the newspaper’s camera. 

The reception was held at your parents’ barn, since John’s club didn’t allow non-members, even for a wedding, although they sent their well wishes. Tones of a waltz started up when you and John walked through the flower filled doors. He led you by the hand, brought you smoothly through the motions. You could hear the whole room sigh in awe when he spun you, flaring your skirts to shine in the muted light. The heat rose to your cheek, and you could almost have been taken for more than a little tipsy if you had been seen walking the street. This man was yours to have and to keep, and him you, for as long as you both would live. The nausea and the ache in your feet seemed to have vanished the second you had been declared husband and wife. All was now a giddy whirlwind of light and hope. 

“Congratulations” Louise came into focus beside you at the buffet table, holding a sparkling glass of bubbling gold herself, a bright smile on her lips. Her dark hair was fastened up under a crown of oxeye dasies and buttercups, curls falling out from the dancing.

You ducked your head, feeling a little embarrassed. “Thank you. You look lovely!” You exclaimed after a moment to gathered yourself and gestured towards her blue dress, its loose-fitting skirt sweeping against the white tablecloth as she leaned slightly against it.

“It is the festivities of the season.” Lousie gave you a playful conspiring look before taking a sip and turning to survey the masses. “Reverend Griffin has even let out Reverend Goode from the church for some socializing.” You turned to follow her line of sight. The young priest was holding the hand of Miss Temple with both of his, speaking enthusiastically on some topic illegible at this distance. His brown hair was mussed as usual but his cloth was exchanged for a muted suit and black shirt, white collar still attached. Reverend Griffin stood in the opposite end of the room, patting your husband on the back with a laugh. You elbowed Louise who laughed.

“Don’t say that.” You tried to hold back your own laugh at her mean comment. 

“Well, he seems as a fish in a pond.” She declared with a nod in the subject’s direction, who seemed to be asked to dance. “Evening, Officer McNue.” Her attention turned to Bill, who was reaching for a bread roll on the table on her other side. He retreated a step with his hands up like in a hold up.

“Now call me Bill, I’m off duty.” His dark moustache curled up good humouredly. His uniform browns had given way to a navy suit, dark hair water combed, and shoes shined from the dry dirt that plagued the streets during summer. “Congratulations again, ma’am.” He made a gesture to tap his hat, forgetting it wasn’t there. You curtsied and thanked him.

“Now take that roll.” You laughed, pretending to swat after his arm. “There’s enough to last a week.”

Bill raised his hands again and stepped back towards the bread backet. “Is that an order, ma’am?”

“Yes!” Both you and Louise exclaimed, making all three of you laugh.

“Alright, then I’ll take two.” Bill grinned and picked up his goods. “I heard your dad was looking to get you to join him in a tune.” He pointed one of the rolls at Louise who slipped away with a grin. “And I’m sure your husband wants to see you.” He aimed it at you next, making you laugh.

“Yessir.”

[whoneedsname501]

Help please!!!

I swear there used to be alot more fanfics, in alot more fandoms. Or are the fic hiding from me? Now it is really hard to find something good and when you find something its usually smut. Give me fluff, and cute stuff. Or are just everybody so horny???

Please I need a good recomends for my favorite men. Just as:

TMR Newt

Benny Watts

Whitey Winn

Draco Malfoy

Stiles Stilinski

Tommy Shelby

Poe Dameron

Jack Dawkins (I know he is new but I need something good)

Obi-wan Kenobi

Hawkeye Pierce (MASH)

Hawkeye (MCU)

Javier Peña

Edmund Pevensie

And alot more....

I need FLUFF with them!!! Or at least angst that ends with fluff. Or at very least smut with a lot of fluff and plot. Yes I am the one person that reads smut for the plot :) Please!!!

[mystic-writings]

hyperfixating so bad i'm constantly thinking about the actor's most minor roles in their entire filmography

[4lxcxrd20]

Thomas Brodie 💕

[songbvrd]

i just think it’s funny how scott frank (who directed both godless and queen’s gambit) really looked at tbs and said: this man was born to play a little cocky cowboy pirate with a love interest who touches his hair. but first, he needs a little moustache.

[reneeluv154]

Do you still love me?

Hope you enjoy my loves 💕

This is a Benny watts imagine! I did not proofread this since it's already two am! 😂

I had never felt safe to be myself and express how I felt around anyone much less a man, that was until I met Benny. I watched him walk through the bedroom door and into the kitchen, his upper body exposed with just his kimono and tight black jeans he often wore. His arms flexed as he made his morning coffee.

“I see you.” I was confused until I noticed his reflection in the kettle, watching me.

I blushed, pulling the blanket that sat around my waist up over my face.

He chuckled, sitting beside me on the small sofa. “No reason to hide.”

I cuddled into his shoulder while he rested his feet atop the small coffee table.

“Beth should be over later.”

I frowned, It’s not that I didn't like Beth, I had no reason to not like her but Benny had spent these last few months doing nothing but training her in chess.

“Benny, can we have this day to ourselves? Just me and you.” I felt terrible asking this, I knew chess meant so much to him, and teaching someone made him proud, whether he would admit it or not.

“Well, me and Beth lost a couple of days of practice due to the cold.”

“But you sat on the phone with her those days, talking about chess.”

He shook his head. “Not the same.”

I sighed, standing up and heading to the bathroom. I watched myself cry in the cheap, warped bathroom mirror. I heard a soft knock on the apartment door and Benny’s barefoot feet hurried across the concrete floor. They greeted each other with such enthusiasm and thrill, my heart sank. I waited until I felt safe to come out of the bathroom, but only to close myself up in the bedroom. I felt weak, gently laying down on Benny’s side of the bed wrapping myself in his sheets, letting my tears stain his pillow.

“Y/n, wake up, love.” I awoke to Benny’s sweet whispers and soft caresses. A look of confusion came across his face when I looked at him. “You've been crying?” I felt panic wash over me, “No.” I laughed it off, sitting up and wiping my eyes.

“Then why is my pillow damp?” He smirked, moving a small piece of hair away from my face.

I shrugged. He picked me up, setting me on his lap. “What’s going on, love?”

“Do you still love me?” He was taken aback by the question.

“Of course I love you, Why would you ask such a thing?”

Tears welled in my eyes and my lip quivered. “You only spend time with Beth.”

His face softened and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I know I've been spending a lot of time with her but I promise it’s not because I love her, I could never love another woman, someone that isn’t you is someone I really don’t want anything to do with. The only reason I’m talking to Beth is because of chess, nothing more. In fact…”

He picked me up carrying me to the doorway before setting me down, in front of a path of rose petals before grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen table where he had set up a candle-lit dinner, with my favorite dish and a glass of wine.

I felt like crying as he pulled out a chair for me, this time out of happiness. I gave him a big hug and a small kiss before sitting at the table and having dinner with him.

[purplerocketlavalamp]

Kindred boys and no one will convince me otherwise

[the-fiction-witch]

Whitey Winn Masterlist No.1

Tell me Whitey - smutty

Time's Tickin' Darlin' - smutty

Whitey - smut

give me my pants - Flirty

Save Ya - smut (DARK)

Breath - smut

Unlock the cell - cute

You b*stard! - cute

Hey! - smut

Woke Half Of La belle - smut

Eye contact - smutty

The Deputy and The Inventor - smut

Secret - sad

River Fairy - smut

Enjoying the View - smut

For Your own good - smutty

Missy - smut

Dancer - smut

Laundry - smutty

My Hero - smutty/flirty

Wifey - sexy

Come on Darling - sweet

For You - sweet

I love Ya - smutty

farm girl - smutty

Tug - smutty

Perfect - cute

Desk - smut

Like what ya see

cowgirl - smut

Back - smut

Toy Boy

Shot the Sherrif

Love - smutty

Married Girl - smut

Bar Girl - smut

Pony - smut

wait - sweet

Distraction - smut

The storm - smutty

Losing - cute

Pay with kisses - sweet

Pay With Kisses P2 - smut

Protect - sexy

Come With Me - smutty

Naps - sweet

Bouncy - sweet

Flasher - smut

Pretty lady - smut

Pretty lady P2 - smut

Please - smut

intend to - smut

Scared - flirty

Fire Hazzard - funny

OverBoard - cute

Dirty boy 1 - smut

dirty boy 2 - smut

dirty boy 3 - smut

dirty boy 4 - smut

Dirty boy 5 - smut

dirty boy 6 - smut

Back to bed - smut

Not here - smutty

Out Of Town - smutty

30 days

What are Ya sayin - smut

miss lola - smutty

miss lola p2 - sexy

Sugar - flirty

stables

Just marry me - cut

30 day challenge

Quiet - smut

checking out

Passing time

Dance

First - smut

Highway Girl - cute

I'm Stuck - smut

Alright Alright! - sweet

Play - smut

You're drunk - smut

Office Girl - smut

Bad Girl - smut

I Don't Rightly Know - none

Flu - cute

Archer - cute

Don't Call Me Darlin' - smut

Last series -

Last Night - smut

Last Debts - smut

Last Dollar and Eighty-Eight Scents - smut

Last Name - cute

Last Lover - smut

Last Virginity - smut

[follow-my-literature]

Stories to Stay:

These are the stories that will remain.

However, they will currently all be taken down within the week. I need to rewrite some parts since I have lost each story's original plotline. Also, not all of them will be released at the same time. This is a long list of multi-part stories, and I want to give each of them the time they deserve. With so many live stories, it's easy to get specific details mixed up. **This is not the publishing order.

Godless Country — Whitey Winn x OC

Not Without You — Gally x Reader

Expression of Regret — Benny x Beth

Jojen and the Red Priestess — Jojen x Reader

Betrothal of Two Households — Jojen x OC

Memories — Aris Jones x Reader

Forever Beautiful — Donald x Reader

A Palace Full of Cranks

To Love a Crank Like You

Through Benny’s Eyes — Benny x Reader

A Broken Tribute — Vista Halide x Newton Snow

Late Night Confessions || one shot — Benny x Beth

Stalemate || one shot — Benny x Beth ------------------------------------------------------------ A Poll will be coming shortly so you can let me know what you wanna read first.

[meep-meep-richie]

Thomas Brodie-Sangster || Godless S0103