Whitey Winn One Shots

Laundry

Y/N POV:

I stood around my house cleaning up gathering all my laundry off the floor and my bed and all the other places I throw it putting it in a basket to take down the river as there was a knock at my door "It's open" I smile and whitey stepped in

"Hiya y/n" he smiled at me

"hello...what do you want?" I ask

"well since your clearly doing some laundry..." he begins

"Oh for god sake whitey, some day you gotta learn to do your own dam laundry" I sigh "go get your washing I'll take it down the river with mine" I sigh "but your coming with me whitey cause I aint washing out your bloody underwear again I made that mistake once" I sigh

"what mistake?" he asks

"Whitey it was disgusting, I've seen bits of wood with more flexibility then your dirty underwear" I laugh before he rushes off to his house so I grab the last of my stuff getting another basket as I know he hasn't done his laundry in months rushing over to his and opening the door and there stood whitey lost in his mountains of dirty clothes "dear god" i sigh "come on fill the basket" I sigh so he quickly fills it so I loaded the donkey up with the baskets and wondering off with whitey down towards the river

"Ya know Y/n, I am sorry I make you doing all this stuff for me" he says

"It's fine Whitey, I know you work hard with Bill almost every day, you dont have much time for this stuff" I laugh as we got to the river "all the house wife kinda jobs" i laugh

"I better get myself a house wife then" He laughs getting his bucket off so I got mine and sat by the river whitey sat beside me starting to do both of our laundry tipping out the buckets to work from piles

"where ya gonna find one of them whitey?" I laugh

"La Belle's almost only ladies I'll find a house wife" he laughed "Ohh these arnt mine" he says picking up my underwear so I quickly snatch them out his hands

"what! it's not my fault" he laughs "so...four years and I finally got to see your underwear" he smirks at me

"oh you dirty boy" I laugh lightly hitting his arm as we continue

"what the?" he asks holding my corset

"thats a corset whitey" I laugh

"what does it do?" he asks

"It's like....uhhh....makes me look thinner" I blush

"really?" he questions as I focus on a bottom hem of a dress very dirty from mud till I glance over and see him with it tied around him pretty well actually "God darn it how do ya breath in this?" he asks

"years of waist training whitey, I've been in a corsets of some form since I was nine, your body changes shape over time" I explain

"doesn't that hurt?" he asks undoing it again and handing it back to me

"yes" I shrug grabbing something else from the pile and I knew instantly what I had picked up "oh god there yours" I sigh

"How the hell do you do it whitey I get ya know not washing them for a week or so makes them go a little gross but this is like solid...I cant even fold these" I tell him "what did you do to...." I begin "AHHH! Whitey!" I yell quietly

"what! Like your any bloody better then me? I've seen a wooden chair after you've been on it and a sexy guy comes into town" he smirks at me

"what!" I yell

"off come on dont play innocent with me y/n" he smirks at me washing a shirt of his

"I will have you know whitey I was not checking out anyone coming into town" I blush