Whitey Winn One Shots

Get Your Job Back

Whitey had been drinking quite excessively, the dregs of a long evening weighing heavily on his mind and body. With Bill gone and the new mining crew's security taking over the sheriff's office, he felt adrift, purposeless. He lay face down on his unmade bed, the sheets rumpled and stained. His clothes, still crisp with the musk of stale beer and smoke from the bar, clung to him like a second skin, the scent of trouble lingering in the air. The only concession to comfort was the removal of his weathered boots, which lay haphazardly by the bedpost. Next to him on the floor, a shattered beer bottle glistened.

A loud knocking came from his door.

Whitey groaned into his pillow, refusing to be bothered, and too drunk to think of a reason someone may be knocking at this early hour,

The knocking got louder. "Whitey!" Y/n yelled.

He groaned again, more loudly this time, shaking his head against the pillow as the knocking continued.

"Whitey!!" She yelled louder,

"What do ya want?" he yelled, muffled by the pillow.

"Open the damn door!"

"No." He turned over and buried his face into the pillow,

Y/n groaned and began kicking his door. "Whitey!"

"Leave me be, woman!"

Y/n stopped her knocking and kicking for a moment,

Whitey groaned, burrowing deeper into the pillow. He was too tired to fight anyone, and right now, he simply did not want to deal with anyone.

"Whitey!" Y/n yelled as she kicked his door open,

"WHAT?" he shouted back,

"Do you have the slightest idea what's going on in town or are you that out of your damn mind?" Y/n asked as she marched over to his bed.

He rolled over, pillow still over his face as he groaned, "I don't care. None of it matters to me anymore!"

"Oh? Do you not also live here anymore?"

"It don't matter, y/n..."

"Of course it matters!" She yelled, "You're the deputy!"

He snapped back at that, throwing the pillow off his face and sitting up, glaring at her "I WAS the deputy. Those chucklefucks fired me as soon as they arrived in town."

"And you're just talking that lying down?"

"What am I supposed to do, huh? What do ya expect me to do against them!"

"Walk in there and shoot their bloody cocks off," Y/n said. "Whitey, you're the best shot this side of the Atlantic. I hate admitting it, but it's true."

"Yeah, yeah." he leaned back into the bed, rubbing his face with his hand, letting out a sigh.

"Whitey, you have to do something." She said sitting down beside him, "They've turned the bar into a damn Casino! Shot up half the damn towns windows! Thrown the undertaker and drygoodsmans in the cells! And have been dragging any girl who goes too close to the office into the desks!" She explained. "You have to do something... We.... God damn it. We need you."

He paused. He hadn't been expecting to hear those words, it took a moment for him to truly feel them, especially coming from y/n. "So what do ya want me to do?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. "I can't just go marchin' up to there and start shootin' everyone up, I'll be a wanted man"

"Drive them out of town, This is your town, your our deputy not them."

"Ya want me to run them out of town?"

"Yes! Quickly is possible..." She nodded. "Before I end up in the cells for shooting one..."

He chuckled, the first hint of a smile in days beginning to form at the corner of his lips. "Ya really think I can do anythin' don't ya?"

"Yes, now go get your job back" Y/n nodded. "And make sure you get the tall one first. He's been slapping my ass all week."

"'cuse me," He paused. He got to his feet, slipping his feet into his boots, a slight scowl on his face. "He's been what now?"

"He has been slapping my ass. Only reason I ain't face first on the deputy desk is cause I kicked him in the crotch and bolted."

Whitey's lips twisted into a snarl, a flash of anger crossing his face as he did up his gun belts, "When I'm done with 'em, he's gonna spend a lotta time regrettin' touchin' ya like that," he glanced around his room for the final touch, his hat, which he had thrown across the floor a few nights ago. He snatched it up from the ground and slapped it onto his head before turning to her. "You stay here."

"I'll leave you to your work." She nodded,

"Alright, but stay outa trouble while I'm gone."

Y/n nodded. "Ooh! Before you go!"

He paused at the door, hand on the handle, glancing back to her. He tilted his head slightly, a questioning look on his face.

Without warning Y/n grabbed his shirt collar and kissed whitey hard on the lips. He'd always wanted her to kiss him, but they'd never done more than kissing on the knuckles and the occasional cheek kisses for special occasions.

He froze, stunned as her lips met his, his hand leaving the door to instead move to gently grasp at her waist.

She pulled back and smiled up at him. "Figured ya needed some extra confidence." Y/n teased. "Once them awful boys are gone, you get another one."

He stood there, a little shell shocked, but he chuckled, bringing his hand to grab her chin, gently stroking her cheek, his fingers lightly running along her skin. He nodded at her, smirking at the suggestion of another kiss, "I'll be holdin' ya to that"

"I bet it won't be all you'd be holding me against." She giggled

His smirk deepened, and a slightly teasing look crossed his face as he gently pulled her a little closer "Now now, you're gonna be causin' problems if ya tease me like that."

"Go. Whitey." Y/n told him,

He looked down at her, a soft smile on his face as he gave her one more little peck. "Yes, ma'am," he nodded before he headed out to deal with these mining boys.