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having to strip down in front of him..

Frank had been firm in you needing to ‘dress like a lady’. You were his little birdie, you had to look the part. Soft and delicate enough to sing a pretty tune to lure any Sheriff in. It’s why he had forced you to wear dresses and lace gloves. Your hair had to always be curled and pinned up in some fancy updo. A perfume had to be smeared on the side of your neck⎯something soft, something sweet, something that he liked. You had to have some kind of rouge painted onto your cheeks, despite how impractical it was at times. You were a lady and had to look like one. Even if there were days that you wanted to throw on a pair of pants and just let your hair loose.

“Roy..” You weakly call, “Give it a rest, please.”

“Not now.”

Fiddling with the soft lace gloves on your hands, you couldn’t deny that there was a bad feeling brewing in your gut, making your lips curl down into a frown. The dry desert wind blew at your skirt, ruffling the soft lace and periwinkle. It was fabric too expensive, too bright, too stand out for this small mining town. It only made you all the more uncomfortable being there. You were only supposed to buy supplies and leave, but Roy had been haggling down the price for feed for the horses. Now, you were lingering where they shouldn’t be. It wasn’t right. It went against your schedule. You should be on the road now, this town a spec in the distance.

Swallowing the thickening lump in your throat, you look around the town, not wanting anyone to over hear you. You did not mean to be rude, not really. It was a lovely town, for what it was, a slow start up with the promise of growing big with the mine. The people here were lovely, really⎯real kind, real gentle, real welcoming. If it wasn’t for the fact that Frank wanted to leave, you’d have wanted to stay here. Licking your chapped lips softly, you shift in place uncomfortably, the fine polished leather of your heels dusting with dirt. You’d have to clean them later, Frank wouldn’t like it. Swallowing the dry lump in your throat, you shift again, kicking up some dust.

“Roy, just leave it, please.” You argue, “Frank is gonna get mad if we’re not back home before sundown, and I don’t wanna get lectured because of you.”

“( Y/n ), not right now.” He waves a hand dismissively.

“Roy, let’s just go.” You call again, voice a little more stern than before.

Rolling his eyes hard at your words, he turns his head away from you to the shopkeeper, blatantly ignoring you. Letting out a soft huff at his reaction, you cross your arms over your chest, eyeing the door of the general store. The man was asking for five dollars for the ten pounds of horse feed. Was it a slight rip-off? Yes. But, you both had the cash for it and Frank wanted you home before sundown. Losing the last of your patience, you saunter up the front steps with a huff, kicking up some more dirt with your shoes. You needed the feed and needed to get back. You didn’t have the patience for Roy to bargain and barter for the horse feed any longer.

“Is there any other way for us to pay?” You cut Roy off, trying to hurry up the conversations.

“What are you offering?” The shopkeeper questions, raising a brow in curiosity.

“( Y/n )⎯” Roy warns, but you don’t let him finish.

“This dress I’m wearing. It is made of silk, only worn now and in perfect condition. I fixed the hem perfectly, so it looks straight out of the box.” You explain, “If I give it to you, would it be enough for the feed?”

“Might be.” The shopkeeper nods, looking you up and down.

“( Y/n )⎯” Roy tries, his jaw clenching.

“I can take it off in the shop, and you can look at it.” You nod, “I can show you it’s still in perfect condition.”

Chewing on his bottom lip in thought, the shopkeeper nods his head in approval, motioning for you to follow him inside. It was ridiculous to have to resort to such a demeaning manner, but if it got the damn horse feed so be it. Fumbling with the buttons of the front of your dress, the shopkeeper shuts the door in Roy’s face, making you bite back a snort at the sight. If he didn’t like it, he should’ve just paid the damn man. Slipping the dress off your shoulders, it falls to the floor in a wrinkled heap, leaving you in your drawers and bra.

Taking the oversized shirt from the shopkeeper, you slip it on, handing off the dress for him to inspect. Frank would kill you for getting rid of his favorite dress, but it was Roy’s fault. Opening the door with a harsh scoff, Roy stares at you with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t believe you’d go through with it. Rolling your eyes hard at his surprise, the shopkeeper lets out a soft hum, drawing your attention back onto him. Looking over the lace on the hem of the dress, he nods his head in approval, making you smile softly.

“Don’t even⎯”

“Shut up and guard the door, Roy.” You snap back, “I wouldn’t have to do such a thing if you had just paid the man.”

“Yes, yes, the dress is lovely.” The shopkeeper hums, making you sigh in relief.

“Most of it is the original, I only tend to the lace or whatever I feel would rip.” You nod, “Is it enough to pay for the feed?”

“Yes, it will do.” The shopkeeper nods, waving his hand dismissively.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you refuse to look in Roy’s direction, a mix of annoyed and angry at him. If he had just paid the damn man, you’d all be back at camp by now. Now, you were out of a dress and gonna be late. Perfect. Placing a gentle hand on your lower back, he walks incredibly close to you, clearly trying to hide your nakedness from the back. He didn’t have a jacket, it was too hot. It’s why you wore the dress, it was thin and let you breathe. Smacking his hand away, he lets out a low scoff, standing even closer than before.

“Frank is gonna kill you.”

“No, he’s gonna kill you.” You argue, “Cause you’re gonna have to explain to him how I came into town in a dress and how I came out in a shirt that ain’t mine.”

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Late Night Stroll - Whitey Winn

Request: can i order a uhhhhh Whitey Winn x Reader where he is always trying to win over the reader and one day he saves her from a shootout or a runaway horse and she kisses him and its just super cute!!! (also whitey was robbed he should've been in more scenes) Thanks!!!

A/N: I turned this into more than just a shootout or a runaway, hope you don’t mind!

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Requests are CLOSED!!!

It seemed you’d stay out later then you should’ve. You’d been blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked behind you, walking a little further from town than you’d originally meant to.

It wasn’t often you got moments like these. When you were completely left to yourself, without the fretting of your mother or the nagging of the woman in La Belle. While you loved La Belle and the people that lived in it, you often found yourself suffocated when in it. And when the new addition of the Quicksilver’s men, you found yourself constantly surrounded by men who thought they could take advantage of a pretty face.

You hated it. And you hated that it was the woman you surrounded yourself with that allowed them in, in the first place.

So, you’d gone off. Just for a short walk. You quickly regretted it when during your previously peaceful walk, you heard a twig snap in the distance. You’d instantly froze in response, unsure of who lurked behind you. Biting your lip, you glanced around yourself, trying to see through the thick darkness of night if you could see anyone. “Hello?” You called, “is anyone there?”

No one showed up, but you did hear the faintest sound of footsteps, almost as if someone was running all around you. You felt your heart beat quicken, panic flooding you at the prosperity of what could be lurking out there.

Then, as if out of hope, an idea popped into your mind. “Whitey?” You called, laughing lightly, almost nervously. “Is that you? Don’t play no tricks on me, now!”

There was a pause of silence, before a figure came out before you. “I’m afraid, darling, that I ain’t no Whitey.” Your brows furrowed, trying to make out the figure. You recognized the voice, though just a little bit. Though, in the next moment, the figure stepped out into the soft light shining from the moon and you found yourself surprised when you found one of the Quicksilver’s men stood before you.

The trace of fear that lingered your body didn’t leave, and you took a small step back. You didn’t quite remember the man’s name, but you did remember seeing him a few times.

“Now, what’s a pretty lady like yourself doing out here this late at night?” The man asked, and you didn’t miss the way he slurred his words. Watching him, you noticed the man stepped forward, and stumble slightly. He was drunk.

“Just going for a walk, sir.” You explained, voice quiet. “Though, I should be getting back. Mother will be worried.” Wanting to get out of there as quick as possible, you sent a small, quick bow the man’s way before walking. Sadly, in order to get back to town, you had to walk by the man. So, bowing your head, you walked as quickly as you possibly could.

It didn’t do you much good because the moment you begun passing the older man, he reached out, his hand landing on your arm. You let out a gasp, the fear from before growing tenfold. You swallowed the lump in your throat, anticipating with a great bit of terror what the man meant to do next.

“Now,” the man slurred, head turning towards you. You recoiled from the stink of his breath. “Just where are you running off to so quickly?” He licked his lips, “I thought we could have us some fun.”

You flinched at his words, and your eyes fell to La Belle, mentally cursing yourself for wandering off so far. “I really should be getting back home to my mother,” you whispered, hoping he’d just let you go. “She must be worried sick.”

You were harshly yanked to the left, now standing directly before the man, both his hands on your arms. “I’m sure you’re mother will be fine waiting just a few more minutes.” You shuddered as his eyes roamed your entire body. “Though, i’m sure, once i’m done with ya, you’ll be wanting plenty more.”

Realizing words would not help you, you begun struggling in the man’s grasp, shrieking in the hopes that maybe someone might hear you. The moment you begun struggling, you felt your feet get knocked out from beneath you, your back smack harshly against the ground beneath you. You let out a groan, blinking as your vision blurred slightly.

The man was above you in seconds, taking your corset in his hands and ripping it in half. You let out a cry, kicking your feet wildly beneath the man. You felt the cool air of the night hit your chest, and realized just how vulnerable you were. The man may be drunk, but he was twice your age and size. There was no way you could overpower him.

Shoulders shaking, you never gave up struggling, hoping that your kicks and screams might discourage or at least make it more difficult for the man. But it seemed, as he roamed and eyed your body to his content, he didn’t much care.

You’re not sure how long it went on for, until there was a sudden shot. You found yourself screaming in response, hands falling to wrap around yourself as the man above you suddenly stopped. Both of your heads snapped over in the direction of the shot, and you felt a great bout of relief flood you when you saw it was Whitey.

He held his rifle out, pointed at the man currently straddling you. “Step away from the mistress,” Whitey spoke, his voice low, laced with threat. “Or the next shot won’t be aimed at the ground.”

The man above you scoffed. “Like you’ll sho-” His words fell short as a yelp left his lips, falling off of you as he cradled his leg. Whitey had shot him in the calf.

Pushing yourself to a sitting position, you pulled your corset tighter around yourself, still shaking. Before you knew it, a jacket fell over your shoulders. You glanced up, finding Whitey off his horse and now directly next to you. He still held his rifle pointed at the man, but nodded at you, encouraging you to take his jacket to cover yourself. You didn’t hesitate, pulling your arms through the sleeves and wrapping it tightly against yourself.

“Can you stand?” Whitey asked softly, meeting your gaze for a moment. You nodded, placing your hands on either side of you, pushing yourself up to your feet. You accepted the hand Whitey held out towards you, as the both of you slowly inched backwards towards his horse. Whitey helped you up, jumping up behind you. He grabbed the rails from behind you, putting his rifle away.

Neither of you said another word as you turned, leaving the man crying on the ground, headed back for La Belle.

The both of you didn’t stop until you reached La Belle, which didn’t take long. Whitey quietly asked you if you’d like him to take you home, but you only shook your head. Thus, you found yourself in his only little house, sat at his table with a blanket around your shoulders. Whitey was sat across from you, and there was a long pause of silence that surrounded the both of you.

Eventually, as you felt the tight grip you’d held on the blanket slack, you sniffled. “Thank you, Whitey.” You whispered, “I don’t... I don’t know...”

“It’s okay,” Whitey said, shaking his head. “You don’t gotta talk about it.”

You nodded, glancing down at your lap. “Thank you,” you whispered again, this time meeting his eyes. “Thank you,” your eyes crinkled slightly, tears filling your gaze. Whitey quickly reached across the table, catching your hand.

“I won’t let anybody hurt you,” Whitey whispered, “ever.”

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Missed Me That Much? - Whitey Winn

Request: Hey dearie, By any chance can you do A Whitey x reader where she was like Louise. They both loved each other but The readers father disapproves of him and threatens to shoot her (reader ) if he sees her with Whitey. So maybe she sneaks out with her fathers gun and dashes off to La belle.

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Requests are OPEN FOR WHITEY WINN!!!

You’d long ago accepted that the family you’d been born into was toxic. You’d understood that since you could understand anything. But, you’d just always accepted it. No matter how toxic, your family was family. Your father was your father, and you had no other means of living. No money. Nothing. So, you dealt with it.

You did what you were told and never defied your father in fear of his wrath.

That had been before meeting Whitey. All your life, your family was all you’d known. Your life was spent doing chores and helping out, until eventually your father had other uses of you. You did what you told. Plain and simple.

But then one day, when you’d been washing your clothes and yourself. On the way back, hair still wet, you’d run into Whitey. The boy, and apparently Deputy, from a few towns over. You’d seen him before, but never spoken to him. Of course, quite literally stumbling into someone prompted some sort of conversation. Whitey had swept you off your feet, even if it had been such a short conversation.

Whitey showed you things, told you things, your father had kept hidden from you your entire life. He’d mesmerized you. After that day, you and Whitey begun meeting up with one another. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that what you’d been doing would be against your father’s wishes. Not until after your father threatened that if he ever saw Whitey wandering around you again, you would be the one to pay.

With the new life ripped from you. The life that seemed so much more exciting to you than the one you lived, with a boy that you had fallen in love with, ripped from you... You knew, no longer could you stand idly by and let your father hide you from what you wanted.

It was a scary thing. You’d never been off on your own, but you knew, if you found Whitey, it would be okay.

You’d grabbed what you could, in the dead of the night, including your father’s shotgun and a horse. You barely managed to escape, running off. The only blessing you felt was the fact that your father did not know where Whitey came from, and it’d take him a long time before he ever found you.

You got a little lost along the way, but eventually, by sunrise, you’d managed to find the little town of La Belle. The first thing you’d noticed was that there was hardly any men, in fact, none. From what you could see. All the woman were out working, there eyes falling on you as you wandered through the town, perched on your horse. For a moment you’d feared you’d gotten lost again, and ended up elsewhere. But the sigh had read La Belle... had you misheard Whitey?

Then, just as your fear bundled up, you caught sight of that familiar hat from a while’s away. It was Whitey, and he was perched on the deck of the Sheriff’s building, just looking around at the town. At that, a smile broke out on your lips and you’d begun galloping over to Whitey, jumping down off your horse the moment you reached the Sheriff’s building. You’d strapped your horse to a railing, stepping past it and meeting Whitey’s eyes in that moment.

He seemed baffled at the sight of you, immediately straightening with his lips parted as you made your way over to him. “Whitey,” you greeted, tilting your head ever so slightly.

“Y/N?” Whitey question, bewildered beyond belief. “What the bloody hell are you doing here? Your fath-”

You interrupted him at that, stepping up onto the porch and reached him. Whitey, obviously missing the touch of you, met you halfway, his arms falling around your waist. “I came here to be with you, Whitey.” Your hand softly grasped his chin, thumb grazing over his cheek.

You were well aware of how stupid that sounded, and you were sure that Whitey thought the same thing. But that didn’t stop the grin from spreading across his lips as he chuckled. “Missed me that much?”

“Of course,” you nodded, then met his eyes. “I love you, Whitey.”

“Well, that’s damn good to hear.” Whitey teased, “been a mess without ya.”

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Little Ole Deputy - Whitey Winn

Request: Hey dear, How about a whitey Winn x reader (already dating)where she walks in while he is in the cell after Alice puts him there and she (reader) start teasin and pokin at him.

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You’d already been on your way to visit Whitey at the Sheriff’s office, given how much he loved spending his time there. Not to mention, with the arrival of a new criminal, it was of importance that Whitey stayed there, and kept watched with Sheriff McNue was gone. Or at least, that’s what Whitey had said.

You took your time though, basking in the peace and quiet of La Belle. It wasn’t necessarily odd to see the small town so quiet and serene, especially given the tragedy that had struck you all not long ago. The town was now filled with a solemn atmosphere, which did not escape you given that your own father had fallen victim to the mining tragedy.

It was one of the reasons you and Whitey connected so well. Despite the fact that you two were the youngest members, excluding Sadie’s baby of course, of La Belle. That had been what brought you two together before, but afterward everything, the two of you had been inseparable. It was now just you living at home, and that often meant you spent your time with Whitey, to avoid feeling lonely.

He kept you company, that of which you really enjoyed.

Of course, it wasn’t long before your peaceful stroll had been interrupted. You hadn’t really heard it at first, but before you knew it you heard the distant sound of someone calling your name. Your brows furrowed in thought for a moment, glancing around yourself in bafflement. It was then that you caught sight of Whitey popping his head out the prisoners window in the Sheriff’s office.

You’d promptly ran into the Sheriff’s office at that, out of concern. Though, your concern had quickly dwindled the moment you saw, as you expected, Whitey locked in the jail cell and said prisoner missing. Though, he didn’t seem to be hurt at all. Rather, it looked like there’d been no struggle whatsoever.

Smirking, you placed your hands on your hips, cocking the left one. “Now then,” you teased, “what’s all this?”

“Howdy,” Whitey said, slightly discouraged. He was leaning against the bars of the cell, an annoyed expression on his face. You noticed his gaze elsewhere, and following it, you saw the cell keys on the counter by the door. You couldn’t help but smirk as leant down and picked the keys up, dangling it before yourself. “Ah suppose you want me to set you free, then?”

“Well, Y/N,” Whitey grinned, “it would be most appreciated.”

“Hmm,” you paused, turning as you headed towards the Sheriff’s desk. Setting down the keys, you grabbed ahold of Whitey’s gun belt, eyeing it before you with curiosity. “I am most curious how you gawt yourself into this mess, Whitey.” Grabbing a hold of one of his guns, you grinned, meeting his impatient gaze. “Well then, on with it.”

“Alice Fletcher.” Whitey mumbled, obviously embarrassed. “She’d seemed t' 'ave some sort of fascination with Mr. Ward. Came in with a shotgun and all, took the prisoner and locked me in the hoosegow.” He bitterly kicked at the bars.

Picking up the keys, you set back down his gun, making sure to be careful and made your way over to Whitey. Smirking at him, you placed one of your hands over his. “Little ole Deputy, thrown in his own calaboose.”

Whitey rolled his eyes, “yes, it’s been a hog-killin’ time.”

Giggling, you slid the key into the lock, setting Whitey free. The moment he was free, that goofy grin of his you loved was there and he was heading over to his guns. “Runnin’ off so duhrectly?” You frowned.

“Gotta catchuhp with Alice Fletcher and Mr. Ward.” Whitey said, finishing off his belts before turning to the door. You caught his wrist before he could leave, pulling him back as you pressed a kiss against his lips. Whitey let his hands slide around your waist, pulling you close against him. You relished in the feeling of the two of you so close, your eyes falling shut in contentment.

“Well,” you smirked, letting your hand fall on his chest. “Gitty-up awn the-yn.”

Whitey smirked himself, reluctantly stepping back from you. You watched him leave, grinning like a love-sick fool when he tipped his hat back at you.

“I certainly plan on it.”

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{#40} Pregnant // Whitey Winn

Fandom: Godless (Tv-show)

Pairing: Whitey Winn x reader

Word count: 6,7k words (don’t ask me why it’s so long, i have no idea lol)

Request: This was requested by anonymous.

Summary: Y/N and Whitey are happily married, and after she finds out that she’s pregnant she wants to tell him, but doesn’t find the right moment. Does she still have the chance to tell him after the fight against Frank Griffin?

WARNING: this contains SPOILERS for the seventh and last episode of Godless.

A/N: like i said in the warning, spoilers for the 7th episode, because I basically built this story around the plot of it. I took some lines from the show (a lot to be exact) and ofc I can’t take credit for this, so I marked everything I took with this little dot °. Everything else is written by me.

A/N 2.0: I’m really sorry this took so long, i just didn’t find the time to finish the show :/ but now i finally did, and i hope you like the imagine

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