You were too eager to wait another night before being able to see Whitey again and you were also worrying about your mothers necklace. Which is why you had made the decision to sneak over to the Sheriff station at dusk. By the time you had made your way back into the town, the sun had already dipped below the skyline, leaving only the lights from the surrounding buildings to light up the pathway. You once again tied up your horse to an available rail and snook around the side of the Sheriff station, peering into the same window as before. Your stomach instantly flipped at the sight of Whitey resting in his chair, his legs up on the desk and you couldn't help but smile. You were just about to make your way to the entrance of the station, when gunshots sounded through the main part of the street. Two men were calling out for a women, causing havoc in the street. You watched as the Sheriff made his way over to the commotion and confronted the two men, before he tripped over and stumbled into the dirt. Suddenly the Sheriff station doors flung open and Whitey stood within the door way. He leaned against the frame and pointed his guns at the men, twirling them in his hands. He shot the one in the shoulder and threatened them.
“You shot me in the damn shoulder boy.”
"Names not boy, it's Whitey Winn." He fired the gun again, this time the bullet grazed the mans face "The next one spoils your face. Now i think ya'll heard the Sheriff, I suggest you get." You were shocked at Whitey's ability to shoot a gun and the sight of him confronting the men slightly made you aroused. Whilst he was still distracted, you stealthily slipped into the Sheriff's station and took a seat at the desk, mirroring Whitey's earlier stance, with your legs up on the desk. As Whitey re-entered the station, you were amused at the confused and shocked expression plastered on his face "Not expecting to see me so soon?" you asked.
"No actually, but i'm glad I get to. I'm guessing you're here to pick up your necklace?"
"Of course! why else would i come to the station? certainly not for the company." You tease.
Whitey presses his hand to his chest, feigning anguish "Ouch, that stings. And here I was thinking we were beginning to get along.”
You shift in the seat, enjoying the flirtatious banter. You cross your legs over, making sure that your dress pushes forward to reveal your exposed legs, threatening to fall past your thighs. Whitey looks down at them and his eyes instantly shift, his pupils dilate and he holds a look of desire. He makes his way over to stand behind you and crouches down, brushing your hair to the side, revealing your neck. You feel his warm breath against you and it sends a shiver down your body, remaining in a particular spot. His fingers begin to gently stroke across your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. A cold material lands against your chest and look down to see Whitey had put your necklace back on for you "Thankyou" you say as you stroke your hand across it.
"No problem" Whitey whispers directly into your ear and you jump at the close contact. His hand grabs hold of yours against your chest, which he slowly moves down to trace along the top of your breast. You let out a sigh and he begins to place kisses across your neck, making his way up to the side of your face. No longer being able to hold back the immense passion you felt for him, you stand up and spin to face him, crashing your lips against his. You both instantly get lost in the kiss and before long, the kiss becomes heated and filled with uncontrollable desire. Whitey pulls you closer to him, taking a firm hold of your hips, before pushing you down onto the desk. You both begin to pull off each others clothes, no longer being able to hold back the feelings you felt towards eachother. He lifts up your dress and you shudder at suddenly being exposed to the cold. You instantly forget about everything when he brings your bodies together in a tight embrace, finally consuming your passion and fulfilling both of your desires.
Request: @omg-nuttybouquetrebel Hey! Could you possibly make a fix where Whitney Winn meets the reader who is a friend of Louise or Mary and he meets her and she’s like sure badass and has committed some crimes? Not sure if this makes sense but thanks!
Part 2
Reader's POV:
You were having too much of a good time to notice the men return to the bar, followed by the Sheriff. So you were shocked when the bottle of whiskey in your hand suddenly exploded from a bullet. You look over at the door, to admire who had taken such a bold shot and you smirked at what you saw. The young deputy at the door was exactly your type, just what you were looking for to amuse you whilst you were visiting La'Belle. After admiring him and deciding that he was the one you were going to pursue, you catch onto what he was saying "And as for you. You're coming with me." You smirk at the request and obligingly slide down off of the bar and over to the deputy to be handcuffed. You had him exactly where you wanted him.
Whitey's POV:
You were shocked at how easily the woman obliged to your command and how she practically put the handcuffs on herself. But you had no complaints, you had her exactly where you wanted her. You lead her back to the Sheriff station, lock her in the cell and remove the handcuffs, before remembering about her being only half dressed "What've you done with your dress?"
"I left it at the bar, do you want to be a gentleman and run back and get it for me?" she smirks at you, and you decide it's best not to leave her alone. Besides, you were quite enjoying the view.
"I don't think so lil lady, i'm going to have to keep a close eye on you."
A devilish glint flashes in her eyes "you can keep more than your eyes on me" she winks at you and pushes herself against the bars of the cell, closing the distance between you. It took all of your energy to resist her, but you pull away from the cell and sit down on the chair, putting your feet on the desk.
"Now, now flirting ain't going to work on me, I got a job to keep. So tell me what's your name and what brings you to this here town?"
Reader's POV:
The deputy pulled away from the cell and made his way over to the desk, so you lean against the bars, admiring his movements as he talks. You answer his questions "My name's Y/N Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to meet you sir and as for why I am visiting your dull town, I'm here to stay with my ol' friend Mary."
The deputy shifts in his chair "you're friends with Mary? I've never heard her speak of you before."
You roll your eyes, growing bored of talking "I've been travelling these past few years, we weren't as close as we used to be. Now that i've answered your questions, would you mind getting me something to drink, my head's spinning from all that Whiskey I didn't pay for."
The deputy laughs at your request, but obligingly goes to fetch you some water. Now that you have managed to distract him, you open up the cell door, which you had unlocked with your hair pin whilst he was talking and sit on the desk, copying his pose, by putting your legs on the desk. You then pull out the guns from under your skirt, which you had earlier smuggled out of the deputy's belts and smirk at how clueless he was to what was going on in front of him. The deputy returns with a glass of water, but stops in the doorway, shocked to find you out of you cell and pointing his own guns at him. "When you took that shot earlier, I really thought you had potential. But I guess I was wrong, you've still got a lot to learn."
Note: Hey guys! I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in forever! I’m such a terrible person I know! Don’t be shy to spam me asking for requests, because then I may actually keep on top of things. I hope 2018 is treating you all well, Love you loads! xx
You have been dating Thomas for a while now and you had both just taken another step in your relationship when he had asked you to move in with him. You had never felt happier and with Christmas right around the corner you were ecstatic that you would be spending it with the one you love. Christmas was your favourite holiday and you had already prepared everything from decorations to food and even a perfect gift you were sure Thomas would love. As you were decorating the tree you hear the front door being unlocked, signalling that Thomas was home from work "Baby i'm home, where are you?"
"I'm in here!" you call back.
"Wow you've really made our apartment look festive, I can't believe you were able to do this all by yourself! Sorry I wasn't able to be around to help."
"It's okay Tommy I know how stressful work is and I love Christmas so it's no bother" He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.
"You're the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for" he says as he nuzzles his face into your neck "So what does my gorgeous girlfriend want for Christmas this year?"
You had no reason to think over Thomas's question, as you already knew exactly what you wanted. You turned to face him and smiled at his adorable face "All I want for Christmas is you!"
He chuckles at your request "But baby you've already got me"
You smile back at him, snuggling into his chest "I know! Then I don't need anything because everything I've ever wanted is right here in front of me" You look back up into his eyes and he pulls you into a tender kiss and you knew in your heart this is the happiest you have ever felt.
Time skip- Christmas eve.
You had been preparing most of the Christmas dinner, to be sure it was ready for the next day, making it easier to cook. You had moved all of your presents under the tree and had just gotten out of the shower and into your new comfy Christmas pyjamas ready for a night of cuddles and watching films with Thomas. You sat on the sofa, flicking through the Christmas films on Netflix waiting for Thomas to come home from work. He was a little late, but you didn't mind as you knew how stressful his job was and being a famous actor wasn't easy. You settled on watching Love Actually, it had always been your favourite Christmas film and you loved admiring Thomas and how cute he was as a child. You got to thinking about how cute yours and Thomas's children would be, hoping that they would look a lot like him, as he was so damn adorable. Your phone started to ring, startling you and interrupting your fantasy about your future life with Thomas. It was an unknown number "Hello?"
"Hey babe, it's just me. I'm really sorry, I know I promised you that i'd be home for Christmas but work is really hectic and they won't let me leave! I'm so sorry love please don't be mad at me?"
Your mood instantly changed and your previous smile faltered "Are you sure there's no way for you to come home?" you inquired, desperate to not have to spend Christmas alone.
"Yeah love, i'm really sorry, I promise i'll make it up to you!"
You didn't want to make a scene or cause Thomas to feel guilty, so you played it off as no big deal "Okay sure, it's no problem. Don't work too hard."
"Okay baby, i'll ring you later, I've got to go. I love you, bye." He ended the call and you were left sitting there, in your apartment feeling empty and alone. Tears began streaming down your face, as the reality that you wouldn't be able to spend your favourite holiday with the one you love sunk in. You made your way upstairs and curled up under the cold covers of your vacant bed, missing the loving touch of your boyfriend.
You woke up the next day, feeling even crappier than the night before. You had overslept and it was already 1 o'clock. You decided to ring up your parents to see if you could head over to theirs earlier, seeing as you had no other plans for the day. You began to get yourself ready, wearing your new red silk underwear and red velvet dress, trying to get into the Christmas spirit, but ending up feeling even more depressed knowing you couldn't show it off to Thomas- the person you had bought it all for. You finished up your makeup and headed out the door, not bothering to glance over at the unopened presents under the tree, knowing full well that it would only worsen your mood. After several hours of drinking and celebrating with your family, you decided it was time to head home- although you weren't too pleased to go back to your vacant apartment, you didn't want to intrude on your parents plans. Each step you took towards your apartment door, caused your heart to ache, knowing that you would once again be left alone. You sighed before opening the door, not bearing to face the dark emptiness of your apartment, but you were instantly taken aback by what you saw. A full Christmas dinner was sat on the dinning table, waiting to be eaten. Candles were placed all around the apartment and a trail of rose petals led to the bedroom. You walked further into the apartment, anticipating what you had yet to see. This was the greatest surprise of all. Thomas was sat under the Christmas tree, a ribbon placed on top of his head, wearing nothing but santa boxers and fluffy socks "Merry Christmas!" he cheered.
Tears started flowing down your cheeks and Thomas's grin instantly faltered, a look of concern plastered on his face "Love what's wrong?" He made his way towards you.
"Nothing's wrong. This is perfect! But how can you be here? I thought you had work?!" You playfully hit him on the arm.
"I did, but I knew I couldn't leave you alone on Christmas, especially when I promised you that I would be your gift. He smirks at you and leads you over to the dinning room “you hungry?”
“Starving!” You grin at him, finally filled with festive cheer.
After an amazing Christmas dinner, cooked by your very talented boyfriend, you made your way over to the tree to open the presents. Thomas’s reaction to the limited edition model millennium falcon you managed to snag him was priceless. You had never seen such shock and amazement on his face before, which causes you to giggle. Just as you finished unwrapping your last gift off Thomas, you look up to hug him, thanking him for such amazing gifts but instantly stop in your tracks. You were not expecting this and you were left completely speechless and frozen in place, unaware if you were dreaming or if what you were seeing was reality.
Thomas was knelt down on one knee, a small silver box in his hand, which contained the most spectacular, breathtaking ring inside. You blinked a couple of times, to be sure this was truly happening. Thomas takes a deep breathe, before looking into your eyes, a serious expression on his face.
“Y/N, you have made me the happiest man in the world. I have nothing but amazing memories of our time together and I cherish each and every one of them. I honestly can not imagine my life without you and I hope that you feel the same. So I guess what i’m saying is... Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
You take a moment to process what has just happened, still too shocked to be able to function. You realised how long you were taking to answer when Thomas shifted uncomfortably, a worried look in his eye.
You jumped on him, pushing him to the ground and straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck “Oh my gosh Tommy of course! 1 million times Yes!!” He pulls you into a tender kiss, both of you smiling uncontrollably. You both finally pull away and he places the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly and looked even more beautiful now it was on your finger.
“Now how about we make this Christmas even more special by heading to the bedroom for your last surprise” Thomas smirks at you, a lustful glint in his eye.
“That sounds perfect, Mr.Sangster”
He picks you up bridal style and walks towards the bedroom “This way Mrs.Sangster”
You blush at the use of the name and smile in content. Christmas really was your favourite holiday season.
Note: I hope you guys liked it! I wrote this really quickly because I totally forgot I promised to do a Christmas special, so don’t hate on it too much. Once again I’d just like to say how much I appreciate all the support, i love you guys so much (you da best!) and also I just wanted to wish you all MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! <3
You were new to the town of La’Belle. After the tragic accident, resulting in the loss of your home and your parents, you decided to go out into the country, to stay with your aunt- Alice Fletcher.
The night you arrived, Alice was in town supposedly taking care of some business, so you head out into town to greet her and take a small look around your temporary home. The streets were quiet, with only a few questionable gazes directed at you as you walked by. Unaware of where you were actually headed, you decide to slow your pace, in hopes you will catch sight of your Aunt soon. When suddenly you hear her voice coming from within the Sheriff’s station. Not wanting to interrupt, you stealthily make your way to the side of the building and peer through the window. The first thing you take in is the back of a young man’s head. He has tousled dark blonde hair, with an attractively lanky figure. You watched as he began to slowly remove his gun belt. Curious as to what was going on, you edge closer to the window, allowing you a full view of the room. Your aunt was standing there with a rifle pointed straight at the boy.
Mesmerized as to what would happen next, you remain peering through the window, as the boy removes his other gun belt and heads towards the cell with his keys. Alice calls the prisoner out and orders the boy to take his place, the prisoner then locking him inside. They both turn around and begin to head outside. You were about to walk back to the front of the building to greet your aunt and find out what she was doing smuggling out a prisoner, until you catch a glimpse of the boys face. You are instantly captured by his defined yet delicate features and warm, inviting eyes. You remain there for a while, taking in his appearance, until you notice that your aunt has already left. You run back to the street and see her riding off into the distance “damn!” You begin to trail after her, before hearing someone humming an old song your mother used to sing to you, causing you to halt and take in the sweet melody. Realizing it was coming from within the Sheriff’s station, you make your way to the door and then quietly enter the building. The boy was sitting on the bed, with his hands in his lap, looking down at the floor. He had not yet noticed you, so you lean against the door frame, facing towards him “Getting comfortable in there?”
You chuckle as he becomes startled at your words and bolts upright, your eyes instantly connecting “And who in the hell might you be?”
You watch as he looks you up and down, taking in your appearance, a small smile slowly forming on his face. You brush your long hair back behind you, revealing more of your slender figure for him to absorb. “Who me?” you ask nonchalantly, “My name’s Y/N, Y/L/N. I’m the niece of the woman who just had a gun pointed at you.” You casually stroll over to his desk and begin to look at the artifacts placed on it.
The boys eyes widen in surprise “You’re related to Alice Fletcher?”
“The one and only” you snicker “And who might you be?” You turn to face him, waiting for his introduction. He awkwardly stands and coughs, making his way over to the bars, with his hand extended through “I’m- erm- Whitey, Whitey Winn. Now if you don’t mind letting me out of here so i can get back to my duties as deputy?”
You shake his hand, holding onto it longer than you needed to, before turning your back on him and continuing to search around his desk “Now, now Mr Winn, you can’t get out of your predicament this easily. You see my aunt must have locked you up in here for some reason, and I highly doubt she would undermine this town’s...” you peer over your shoulder at him “handsome deputy, unless it was for a good cause.”
He swallows, a blush forming on his cheeks before replying to you “well ma'am, you see, I do not know the reason for miss Fletcher taking my prisoner or locking me in here, which is what I intend to find out.”
You pick up his gun belts from off the table and put them on over your dress “Well these are some pretty fine guns, I could do with some guns like these.”
Whitey moves closer to the bars, clearly agitated “Put those down before you hurt yourself, women like you shouldn’t even hold a gun, let alone own one”
You snicker at his remark, “Women like me? And what type of woman would that be?”
He awkwardly shifts to the side, aware that he has made you mad “Well you know ma’am I meant no disrespect, I just meant a pretty women like you should be running a household suitable for their husband and children, not handling weapons.”
“I’ll have you know that i don’t have a husband and as for weapons I already have one right here...” You lift up your dress to show off the dagger strapped to your thigh.
Whitey once again swallows, unsuccessfully trying not to stare at your exposed leg. “Well that’s good to know- about having a weapon I mean, not at the fact that you don’t have a husband” He awkwardly tries to play off his sentence, not wanting you to know that he was interested in the state of your affairs.
You chuckle at his comment and once again lean against the door frame, a flirty and playful look in your eye “Well seeing as I have two new weapons...” You motion towards his guns still buckled onto your hips “I guess i’ll be on my way.”
“Miss Y/N, please don’t tell me you’re thinking of taking my guns and leaving me in this cell?”
A sadistic smirk spreads across your face “That’s exactly what i’m planning, but if these guns mean so much to you, i guess you’ll have to come get them off me tomorrow” You wink at him before making you way out the door. You spare one last glance over your shoulder at him, and are glad to see his gaze longing after you, causing you to laugh “G’night Whitey Winn, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
Request: @omg-nuttybouquetrebel Hey! Could you possibly make a fix where Whitney Winn meets the reader who is a friend of Louise or Mary and he meets her and she’s like sure badass and has committed some crimes? Not sure if this makes sense but thanks!
Part 1 Part3
Whitey's POV:
You couldn't stop thinking about the girl you had a glimpse of in town earlier that day. You were stuck in the sheriff's station, waiting for any incidents that would need your attention, but as usual nothing exciting was happening in the dull town of La'Belle. You walk over to the mirror and begin to twirl your guns, practicing your moves. Eager to go on the hunt. "Y’know why they call me Whitey Winn? ‘Cause I always do."
You were just getting into your role, when the door suddenly burst open and two men tumbled into the room. Your spin around on your heel and point your guns at them startled. It was just two of the town drunks.
"Put your god damn guns away Whitey before you hurt someone” one of them says, as he kneels over trying to catch his breathe.
You grunt and twirl your guns back into the holsters "What is it I can help you fellas with? I'm surprised to see you two any where other than the pub".
"There's been an uproar. The women have raided the bar, being lead by a savage who attacked the bartender".
Your raise your eyebrows, shocked and amused that something interesting was finally happening "well fellas, lead the way".
Reader's POV:
The whole bar was filled with almost every woman in town and it was wild. Fueled with alcohol, you get up on the bar to dance, pouring alcohol into the mouths of the women below you. "You're a bad influence on me Y/N!" Mary shouts up to you.
You down several more shots "I know" you smirk and wink at her. You continue to dance on the bar and the women begin cheering below, chanting "strip! strip! strip!"
You giggle at the request and start to remove your dress, leaving you in a corset and your underskirt. You remove your hair from your plait, shaking it loose.
Too caught up in dancing and drinking, you are unaware of the men returning to the bar, followed by the deputy.
Whitey's POV:
You were taken back by the sight in front of you. The women really had raided the bar and it looked like they were having a bloody good time. You were about to ask the men where the "savage" was, but your eyes moved straight to the woman dancing on the bar, wearing nothing but her undergarments. It was the woman you had seen earlier that day. You lean against the door frame, unable to take your eyes off her. She was the most amazing women you had ever seen. A cough interrupted your thoughts and you are brought back to the situation at hand. The woman on the bar went to take another drink from a bottle of whiskey, and with no other way to get hold of everyone’s attention, you shoot at the bottle in her hand "Now I know, none of you have been paying for these drinks and as a man of the law I am obliged to take this into account. All of you get out, I don't want to see any of you in here again. And as for you" You look the mysterious women in the eye and falter at the amused glint you see within them "You're coming with me".
Request: @omg-nuttybouquetrebel Hey! Could you possibly make a fix where Whitney Winn meets the reader who is a friend of Louise or Mary and he meets her and she's like sure badass and has committed some crimes? Not sure if this makes sense but thanks!
Note: So by now you should all know that i’m incapable of creating a one shot, as I get too involved in the story. Therefore, this story will have a second part to it, where I will incorporate more of the request! But I hope you like the story so far :D
Part 2
Whitey’s POV:
Once again you are awoken by Mary banging on your door. You slide out of bed, your head still fuzzy from being half asleep and you crawl your way over to the door, unlatching the lock and falling onto your bench table. Mary open up the door and places a plate of food down in front of you "it's about damn time that you learn to get yourself up and cook your own breakfast".
She pauses to look down at you and you smirk "but I've already got myself a woman to do that for me".
She kicks your leg under the table "Now I ain't your woman and if you expect any of the women around here to shack up with you, you are sorely mistaken" You begin playing with your food processing what she was saying, offended that she didn't think you were good enough.
You slam your fork down and look her dead in the eyes "I could easily get myself a woman! and i'll prove it to you, by the end of the month i'll have a fine woman living in my house and fulfilling my every need" you wink at her and she laughs at your remark.
"Now i'd love to see this, but i'm telling you now, no woman in her right mind will let you within 5 feet of her looking and smelling like that, so i suggest you go take a bath before going on the hunt". She laughs to herself again before walking out the door and mounting her horse. Before she rides off, she calls back out to you "and I also suggest you get a move on, times ticking."
Timeskip:
You were currently sitting in the sheriff station, going over in your head all the women in the town. You couldn't believe that living in a town filled with single woman that you wouldn't be able to get one, but the more you thought over them, the more you realised you weren't interested in any of them. For the two years you have been a deputy in La'Belle, none of the women had ever caught your eye. You grunt at the realisation that you probably wouldn't get a woman by the end of the month and you hated thinking about Mary's smug face. You stretch your arms above your head and make your way to the doorway, leaning against it and looking around the town, all the while you were twirling your guns in your hands. You were forever praying that something exciting would happen in this dull town, you were eager to actually get some use out of your guns.
Just as you were about to make your way over to the chair outside of the station for a nap, something, or rather someone caught your eye. You had never seen her before and you didn't get to see much, only the back of her, before she turned the corner at the end of the street. But that was enough. The way her long (h/c) hair cascaded down her back, stopping just below her waist. And the curves of her body in her tight dress, were enough to draw you in. "She's the one".
Readers POV:
It was the first time you were visiting your friend Mary in the small town of La'Belle. Although you only lived a short ride away, you had been travelling for the past few years, therefore never having the chance to visit the town. You had only arrived back home last night and was shocked to be awoken to Mary pounding on your door. She had invited you to stay with her for the month. She had no reason behind her offer, just that she wanted to introduce to the people within her town. You packed up a few of your items and mounted them onto your horse. You unpacked your things at her house before being given a guided tour through the female infested town. Not one young man was to be seen and you were disappointed, you had at least hoped to have had one hook up during your month in La'Belle.
Timeskip:
"You're a bad influence on my Y/N!" Mary called over to you from across the bar. You had decided to drag Mary and her new item out for a few drinks, inviting almost all the women in the town along the way. Apparently the bar was the only place the remaining men hung out and they saw to it that it was "their territory", but you weren't having any of that. You burst your way through the door and headed straight for the bar, ignoring the complaints from the men. You grabbed a bottle of whiskey, taking a huge gulp straight from the bottle. Without warning the bar tender came up behind you, punched you in the face and tried to drag you out. You'd never let any man put his hands on you without permission, and with your blood boiling you turned to face the bartender, smirked at him and whacked the bottle of whiskey over his head, knocking him clean out. By now the majority of the women in the town had witnessed what had happened.
Mary was standing at the front of the crowd wide eyed before clapping and laughing at the scene in front of her. The other women joined in with the laughter and you were surrounded by cheers and shouts "That old codger had it coming" Mary told you, tears streaming down her face". You take in the sight of the women cheering you on and you are filled with pride.
You take a bow, before sliding over the bar and poring a line of shots "let's get this party started!"
