#yancy x female!reader

[creat0r-cat]

Iplier egos x reader HCs - Their feelings on Physical Affection / Pet names

Dark:

Doesn’t care either way

He will give pet names like Sweetheart, darling, love, and baby

Doesn’t mind receiving names like Babe, sweetheart, and darling but that’s about it

Physical affection is always a gamble

Sometimes he’ll only tolerate hugs and (maybe) hand holding / a kiss on the cheek

Other times he’ll be extremely affectionate / cuddly / crave kisses

Honestly, he’s like a cat in terms of his emotions in this category

He’s very respectful of personal boundaries

Wilford: 

Is down for both at any time and anywhere

Pet names all the time

Gumdrop, sweetie, honey, darling, baby, etc.

Get happy when you call him any of those names as well, or if you call him handsome 

Loves cuddling and kisses are a must

He’s especially fond of hugs, especially if you’re feeling down

He gives AMAZING hugs

Actor:

It really depends on how he’s feeling

He’ll call you things like Precious, darling, sweetheart, and babe

He’s fine with either being called Babe or Mark

He likes to use pet names / physical affection in public, especially when showing you off as his gorgeous girlfriend, but when you two are alone, he might end up leaving you to your own devices and doing his own thing

Or there are rare times when he’ll come home and then treat you like a friggin queen

Those moments are something to treasure because he will be so gentle, every touch like he was afraid he’d break you

Chaste butterfly kisses that would leave you breathless and the most soft / warm cuddles that you’ll ever experience

Google:

He’s not the biggest fan of both physical affection and pet names, however he’ll occasionally take them

Hugs, kisses, sometimes cuddling, but not too often

He will not use pet names very often, but if he’s worked up about something, he’ll use them

“Hey, babe?”

Yeah, something’s wrong

It’s not that he doesn’t like/love you if he doesn’t do either one, it’s just a personal preference

Bing:

He’s good with both of them

Calls you Babe and Sweetheart

Likes to be called Babe

PDA isn’t a problem at all

Cheek kisses and hugs from behind

He lives for hand holding

Yandere:

YES

So much PDA and quite a few nicknames

He mainly calls you Senpai, but will also use ‘my love’, sweetheart, baby, and darling

Pretty good about receiving pet names too

Loves hand holding wherever you two go

Cuddling is a must

KISSES

He loves you :3

Yancy:

Is all about physical affection, but will not use many pet names

He’s honestly very touch starved and loves cuddling, kisses, and other things like that (mostly in private cause he is the big boss and has a reputation to uphold)

However, pet names are a bit different

He’ll call you Sweetheart and Doll (especially when he’s jealous), but mainly call you by your real name

Receiving them is the same way

You can call him Yance, Babe, and (rarely) sweetie, but you can mainly call him by his actual name

It’s just a bit more comfortable for him

Dr. Iplier:

Sure for both, but mainly in private

At work, he’ll maybe give you a kiss on the cheek and call you Sweetie, but other than that he won’t do anything

In private, he’ll give you kisses, hugs, all the good stuff

Calls you Baby, sweetie, angel, and darling

Doesn’t really like receiving pet names other than Babe

Don’t ask why, he doesn’t know either

Illinois:

The answer is yes

He gives you more nicknames then he typically receives

Babe, sweetie, angel, baby, darlin’

Is pretty good with physical affection

He likes having one arm slung around you or touching you in some way when you both are out and about

He gets worried about you being kidnapped or just disappearing

Kinda PTSD from losing so many treasure hunting partners

Handholding :3

He loves to kiss you, but be warned, they can get pretty heated

Engineer:

Yes for both but typically in private

His pet names for you are baby and darling, but at this point Captain could totally be one of them too, but only when he says it because otherwise it’s just a title

Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hand holding (whenever people can’t see it)

It’s not that he’s ashamed to be seen as your boyfriend, but he gets worried about what the rest of the crew will think if they find out that his girlfriend is their beloved captain

Like, they don’t really like him, so how will that affect how they see and/or respect you?

Late night comfort sessions

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Monster/Royalty AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Royal fem reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Limes

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Yandere stuff

BATIM/BATDR stuff (Once again, only human characters please. If you want to fuck an ink monster then I'm making it human, somehow.)

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

People who kept complaining about the red eyes in the FNAF movie

MHA fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating. Mark legit stopped collaborating with other youtubers for a while because people kept shipping him w them)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

People who defend race-bending

Transphobes

Categories:

FANDOMS:

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!)

Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Demonic charms, Part 1 (Darkiplier x female reader || TWs: None)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Actor Mark:

Do it for me~? (Actor Mark x GN reader || TWs: None)

Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Cool Patrol Mark:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

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Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

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Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Crankgameplays egos

Blankgameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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Winx Club:

Binded by Shadows (Ch1,Pt1)

I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[crazy-ego]

Ask box is open!!

 Guidelines/Rules

I’ll update this with whether requests are open or not at any current time, as well any new rules I find need to be added. Please keep an eye on this post before sending in a request.

Updated: 2/06/2023

Requests are currently: Open

First and foremost: minors DO NOT INTERACT! This is an 18+ blog, you’re not welcome here.

Writing:

My default is female X character, but male and gender neutral requests are perfectly fine to send in.

I don’t write ego x ego, but I will however write ego x reader x ego

Anything to do with watersports, scat, age play, non-con, and A/B/O are huge no’s

I of course reserve the right to say no to any stuff and kinks that I haven’t thought of, and might find I don’t like in the future.

Characters:

Resident Evil:

-Chris Redfeild

-Karl Heisenberg

-Alcina Dimitrescu

-Donna Beniviento

Markiplier Egos:

-Yancy

-Engineer Mark

-Darkiplier

-Googleplier

-Illinois

-Wilford Warfstache

- Abe

- Gunther B Gunnerson

Sonic movies:

-Agent stone

-Ivo Robotnik

-Tom Wachowski 

Kingsmen Movies:

-Harry Hart (Galahad)

-Merlin

-Eggsy

-Agent Whiskey

- Agent Tequila 

Please feel free to ask for other characters, but please make sure they are 18+ as I will not age up characters that are children.

[orange-waterfalls]

Just Dance for the Nintendo Wii

Yancy x gn!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Shit was so fun to write I swear. Just Dance was my childhood. I had a thing about memorizing all the dances in all the songs in all the games I got. I also didn’t actually look at the moves in the corner I just watched the dancer lmao. And when I found out other people didn’t do that I just ???it’s so much easier???? I might’ve projected onto Yancy a lil bit. It’s a fun fic! It is a fun and light-hearted fic, I promise. Couple curse words. TW mention of smoking and cigarettes. That’s about it. I think it could be seen as platonic or romantic. Reader does call him “babe” at one point but I call my friends darling and sweetie so I think it’s fine. Might be a few typos since I never read through my fics lmao. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.9k

Lunch ended and you immediately shot up out of your chair, making your way down the hall. Your friends stared after you, slightly offended you didn’t even bother saying goodbye. You would have any other day, but this was important.

You stomped your way to the warden's office, pushing past the guards who mostly just gave you confused looks. You would have made your way around them, asking them to make some room, but this was important. 

You kicked the door open and stomped up to the desk. The warden jumped and put a hand over his heart. You were not an aggressive person. Really, you weren’t. But this. This was important. This was the most important thing you ever came up with.

“Jesus, child, you ever heard of knocking?” He breathed, exasperated. He looked like he was gonna keep talking, so you slammed your hands on his desk. A few months before, he probably would have had you thrown in solitary for even walking in there. But you’re a good person, and you behave for the most part. So he raised an eyebrow and waited for you to make whatever point you wanted to make.

“Wii,” you said, simply. He blinked a couple times.

“Beg pardon?” He laughed. You were on a bit of a power trip and wanted to respond with “then beg”, but the conversation probably would have ended there. You made it this far without breaking down, you couldn’t stop now.

“I want a Wii,” you said, slowly. The warden squinted at you before chuckling a little. You glared daggers at him. Laugh at you, will he?!

“Now, kiddo, that ain’t--”

“Shut up. I don’t care. I just need you to listen.” He gave you a look and leaned back in his chair. You quieted for a moment, thinking about exactly what you were gonna say. You honestly hadn’t thought you’d make it this far.

“Go ahead, I’m a busy man,” He shook you out of your thoughts. You squared your shoulders.

“Yancy likes to dance,” you stated. You stared at each other in silence for a moment as you prepared your words in your head. He waved his hand, telling you to keep going. You cleared your throat, “Yancy likes to dance… and we don’t have access to the internet.”

“And you’re not going to.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah, I figured…” You sighed. “But that’s not what I’m here for.” He knitted his eyebrows together in intrigue.

“Alright…” He leaned forward, arms on his desk.

“Yancy can’t keep coming up with songs and dances when he gets bored. It takes a long time, and he’s getting burned out. I think that if we had another- if we had access to prepared dances and songs, it’d be better.” You stuttered. That’s okay. As long as he was listening. “I think if we had a… a game, a dancing game. Like Just Dance on the Wii or something, then we’d be better. Happier? I mean, we’re happy, but… more-more happy. There’s never… too much… happy…” You lost yourself towards the end there. You started shaking a little as the whole situation hit you like a train. What the hell were you doing? This is a PRISON, not a middle school. Why would they want you to be happy? Oh, this was a stupid idea… no. You made it this far. Sure this was stupid, but you were NOT going to back down. Not until you got a-

“Ok.”

“Huh?” You asked, dumbfounded. You stared at Mr. Murder-Slaughter, and he stared right back. “What’d you say?” He stood up from his desk and walked over to you. You fought the urge to book it and stood your ground. You puffed up your chest a little to look intimidating. From the smirk he got on his face, it wasn’t working.

“I said, ok.” Your shoulders dropped and you let out a shaky breath.

“Really? I mean… really?” 

“Sure, why not. Boosts morale, stops people from wanting to escape.” He shrugged. You stood there, mouth agape, probably looking like a moron.

“Thanks.” You murmured. He smiled at you, and you smiled right back. He took your shoulders and spun you around towards the door.

“Yeah, yeah, now get outta here! You’ve got dishes to do!” He pushed you out, and you gave him one last smile before running down to the kitchen. He watched you trip over your own feet and shook his head. You ran past a guard, who heard the noise and got confused.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Fuck around and find out!”

---

You startled awake to the sound of talking coming from outside your cell. You rubbed your eyes and looked around, not seeing your cellmate. You sighed and managed to lift yourself up out of the bed. You stretched and heard your back crack in several places. That sounded… worrying to say the least, but you had other things on your mind. For example: where was everyone?

You made your way through the prison, eventually ending up in the common room where everyone was talking over each other excitedly. 

“Sorry, forgot to set the alarm!” A guard apologized. You nodded at him. You turned and saw Tiny and slid over next to her.

“What’re we doing? Is it Thursday already?” You whispered.

“Nah, warden bought a game system,” she answered. You stared at her, mouth open slightly. “Keep staring at me we’re gonna fight.”

“Uh, sorry.” You blinked and looked forward, standing on the tips of your toes to try and get a better look. “What gaming system?”

“A Wii. Warden said we each get 30 minutes per week.” She explained. She then waited for you to respond. You didn’t.

“Dude, you alright?” She gently reached out and shook your arm.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m good.” You mumbled. “He buy any games yet?”

“Uhhhhh Super Mario Bros, Kirby’s Epic Yarn, Animal Crossing, Smash…”

“Mm-hm, mm-hm, as he should.”

“I think those Wii Sports games…”

“Just Dance?”

“Don’t know. Said to talk to him if there’s a game you want.” You nodded and gave her a small fistbump before walking over to the warden, who stood away from the group. You leaned over and saw BamBam and Sparkles in a heated game of Smash Bros. You stood next to the warden and watched.

“So, you actually listened to my request?” You looked up at him in slight disbelief.

“Course I did. Why not? Like I said, boosts morale.” He smiled. You nodded and you both looked forward again.

“How much was it?” You inquired.

“$100 on eBay.”

“Deadass?!”

“Absolutely. Great condition, too. Been used before, but not necessarily broken.”

“Come with the games?” “Some. Had to tell the guy I was buying it for my foster kids for him to give them to me. Them along with the Wii is what made it $100.” He explained

“So, we’re your kids now?” You snickered.

He only answered with a hum. You looked at him, blinking rapidly. 

“What?” He said in a defensive tone.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” You waved him off. He crossed his arms in a huff but dropped it.

“Buy Just Dance?”

“In the back. Saving it for when Yancy shows up.”

“Shows up? He’s not here?” “No. He went to the yard when everyone gathered here.” You hummed and looked down, thinking.

Why did Yancy leave? Did he not care about it? Did he not want to play? That would complicate things a little…

“Instead of speculating, why don’t you go ask him?” He scoffed. You looked at the warden, scandalized.

“You’re an easy person to read, child.” He set a hand on your shoulder. “He might be out in the yard.” You sighed and walked away from the cheering crowd as BamBam pumped his fists triumphantly and Sparkles fell to his knees.

---

You opened the door to the yard, peeking out to see if anyone was there. Lo and behold, there he was, Yancy, sitting on the grass having a smoke. You walked over to where he was and plopped down next to him. He jumped a little, but breathed harshly once he saw it was you.

“Whatcha doin’ out here?” You queried, softly.

“Hm.” He grunted in response.

“Everyone’s inside… having some fun…”

“Hm…”

“I think Jimmy might play Animal Crossing…”

“Hm.”

“Yancy, what’s wrong?” You sighed and turned your body towards him a little.

“Nothin’, nothin’s wrong.” He lied. “C’mon, man, we both know that’s a lie.” You tilted your head to look at him. He avoided your eyes.

“Yancy.” You said sternly. He faltered a little hearing your concern. He glanced at you. Your eyes softened. “What’s wrong?”

“Is just… I never really gots to play games when I was young… and… I dunno… don’t know… how to...” He mumbled. You nodded in understanding, shifting until your shoulders were touching his. You stared at the fence while Yancy kept smoking. You tried not to cough when he exhaled his smoke, but you couldn’t help it. He looked at you apologetically before putting the cigarette out on the grass. You both sat there for a little, enjoying each other’s company. 

“So…” you breathed out after a little while. He turned to you with an eyebrow raised. “You’re upset because you don’t know how to play the games?”

“‘N I’ll look stupid while playing ‘em, yeah.” He finished with a scoff. A smile grew on your face.

“I know a game that’ll be really easy for you…” you sang. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“...what is it?” He hesitated. You bit your lip to keep from giggling as he looked at you worriedly.

---

“Wait, so… the hell is Just Dance?” Yancy scratched his head as you led him back to the common room. It was late, and everybody else was back in their cells. You convinced a guard to let you out by pretending you were gonna cry.

“It’s a game where you dance,” You said in a condescending tone. “Come on, Yance, use deductive reasoning.”

“I’on even know what that means,” He argued playfully. You brought him to the small TV, handing him a remote as you turned it on.

“It just… There are songs with dances prepared, and you have to do the dances as you see them on screen. Got it?” You looked up at Yancy, who was busy staring at the glowing screen of the tv. It was on the Wii home menu, so there wasn’t much to see. However, to Yancy, it was one of the coolest things he’d ever seen.

“Whoa whoa whoa, wassat?” He pointed at the screen and jumped a bit when he saw the cursor move as he moved the remote. He shifted it over until it was on the Mii Channel.

“Uh… that’s the place where you can make a little avatar of yourself. It works on some of the games, but not Just Dance.” You explained. “...you wanna make a Mii?” He pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes and stood up, bringing your Player One cursor on the screen and clicking the channel. 

You told Yancy the mechanics, how to change everything, and what to do once he was done. You made your own Mii, explaining everything along the way, and told him to make his once you were done. Yancy, being the creative boy he is, spent half an hour on his Mii, trying to get everything perfect. You just stood next to him, trying not to yawn. Like I said, it was late. Eventually, he finished and you both got to see your Mii’s next to each other, along with some other people’s. He kept dragging his over next to you, trying to force them to interact. He got very upset when you told him they couldn’t hug or anything. He let you exit out of the channel and go into Just Dance. 

“Any particular song?” You scrolled through the songs, letting them play for a couple seconds so he could know what each was like. 

“Stop!” He called. “Go back.” You scrolled back to the last song you let play.

“Britney Spears? Serious?” You teased. It was all in good fun, you loved her too. Who wouldn’t?

He grumbled a little to himself. It sounded a little like “not my fault her songs bop”. You breathed out a chuckle and clicked the song, whisper-singing the lyrics as you did.

“My loneliness is killin’ me… Blue, green, orange, or pink?” You asked. After not getting an answer, you looked at Yancy to see the problem. He was frowning at the screen. “Yance?”

“Why’re they all girls?”

“Because it’s a traditionally girl-ish song.”

“I’m not a girl.”

“I know you’re not. Just pick a color.”

“Why are they cheerleaders?”

“Because they can be. Yancy, pick a color.”

“But why-”

“Yancy I swear to God pick a fucking color.” He hummed and then picked blue. You picked green.

You got into the same stance as the girl on the screen, and Yancy copied you. The music started up, and you started dancing. Yancy seemed a bit startled as he hurried to copy you. He wheezed out a little laugh, flailing his arms a little, trying to figure out what move you were on. You bit your lip to not laugh at him. You both kept going, and Yancy eventually got into the rhythm. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and you stared for a moment, not believing how adorable he was. Then you remembered that there was a winner in this game so you shook your head and kept dancing. 

Eventually the song ended, and you both breathed a little harder than normal. You looked at your scores, and found that you'd won. You clapped your hands and cheered. Yancy crossed his arms.

"Whatever, this is my first time!" He scoffed. But you could see the smile on his face. You stretched your arms and yawned, turning the Wii off and leaving the remote.

"Welp, we should get back--" you turned to head towards your cell.

"No!" Yancy stood in front of you. You tried to go around him, but he kept blocking your way. He grabbed your shoulders and held you in place.

"I want a rematch."

"Yancy, it's late…" you whined.

"Just one more! Please?" He pleaded. He, again, gave you those puppy dog eyes you could never say no to. You sighed loudly, grabbing the remote again and turning the Wii back on.

"I don't understand why you can't do this yourself…" you mumbled, clicking on Just Dance again.

"I… like spending time with you," he said softly. You squinted at him.

"You'd feel awkward dancing alone, huh?"

"Yeah…"

"Fine."

"Ooh! Let's do--"

"Nah, nah, nah. You're keeping me up. I get to pick the song."

"...'This is Halloween'?"

"Bet your ass."

"But that--"

"Shut it, Yancy, I'll leave."

"Okay! Sorry… 

"..."

"...can I be the pumpkin?"

"Of course you can be the pumpkin, babe."

---

You woke up really tired in the morning. You didn't know when you got back to bed, but the guard that let you out was asleep by the door when you arrived. You didn't even consider escaping, you were so tired. You just entered the cell and shut the door behind you.

In the morning, you got up and dragged yourself into the common room again. Everyone was playing the Wii again. You rubbed your eyes and stood next to Tiny.

"Fuck happened to you?" She scoffed.

"Yancy happened…" you yawned

"Ah. Long night, huh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Ye-no. Wait, what? No, gross. We played Just Dance."

"Oh, was it fun?"

"For the first couple. The rest I was way too tired to be happy about…"

"Aw, did wittle baby need theiw nap?" She teased.

"I'm not wi-little! I'm not-I'm not little! Shut up!" You complained as she laughed.

"Well, Jimmy played Wii tennis against a guard. Now he's playing the warden."

"Seriously? Oh my God."

"He's currently the reigning champion."

"Who's going against him next?" You hear a thud, like someone fell.

"Got-dang it!" Mr. Murder-Slaughter yelled.

“That’d be me,” She patted you on the back before walking up next to Jimmy. Mr. Murder-Slaughter passed her as she walked, limping. He stood by you.

“You seem to be having fun.” You teased.

“Ah, shut it…” He growled and rubbed his arm. “How’s Yancy?” 

“He’s good. He likes the game a lot.” You explained.

“I’d hope so, otherwise there was no reason to buy this thing.” He scoffed.

“Eh… I dunno about that…” You listened to Tiny laugh loudly from where she stood in front and smiled. You turned your head a little and saw Yancy leaning against the opposite wall. You caught each other’s eyes. He nodded his head to the Wii. You shrugged and walked up. He did the same. 

Once Tiny and Jimmy were done with their match, Jimmy keeping his title as champion, you and Yancy walked up to the wii, taking the remotes and clicking Just Dance. 

“What song should we do?” You scrolled through the list.

“Avril Lavigne!” Someone yelled from the back of the room. You had a sneaking suspicion of who it was, but kept it to yourself. 

“Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne it is!” You clicked the song.

“Uh… I don’t know this song, bud,” He whispered to you. You clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh you’re gonna love it.”

“I’m not sure I like that look.”

“Calm down, it’ll be great.”

“Okay… can i be the punk girl?”

“I wanna be the punk girl…”

Cue the puppy eyes…

“...fine, you can be the punk girl.”

[yaffles-world]

Stay

Some prison Yancy love. Reader breaks into prison to get some comfort.

Yancy x Reader

Warnings: I don't really know? A miniscule amount of angst but a lot of fluff.

Word Count: 1,198

Many years after the Heist you are still in contact with Yancy. Every third Sunday you come to Happy Trails Penitentiary and you always stay for as long as you are able to. Yancy taught you how to 'break into prison' even, if you needed him “outside of regular hours.”

You hadn't done that yet, but tonight you really needed to. You were feeling just overall down in the dumps- things have not been going your way lately and you're feeling tired of putting on a brave face and you decide that you just need a friend right now. You were tired of crying alone.

You sneak out of your house and head over to the prison, going through the secret passages to Yancy's cell.

~ ~ ~

Yancy sat in the corner of his cell. Lately his mind had been wandering a bit, he'd been thinking more then he had in a while… he spent most nights looking through his little cell window, with his knees hugged into his chest thinking about you. He began to doubt himself. He had always thought being in prison was better than being stuck living in the outside world, but…

He looked up at the moon. “I just miss youse Y/N. What am I going to do…” he muttered to himself.

Just then he heard a rustling underneath the floor, a scraping, and you came out covered in dirt and very tired, but it was definitely worth the journey when you saw Yancy sitting there in the moonlight.

He came over to you right away and held out his hand to help you up. You hadn’t had physical contact in a while, it’s not generally allowed on visits. His hands were calloused but warm and gentle. Once you were up, he opened up his arms and you curled into them as he held you close.

“Who do I haves to kill this time, Y/N?”

You laugh into his shoulder in between the tears, and you put yourself down in the corner he was sitting in. You look out the window and you look around the cell. How long had it been since you actually properly saw each other? Without guards, without other visitors. How long had it been since you saw where he had to sleep? You never understood why he insisted on staying in this prison with a whole world out there and a well established escape route… But bringing it up, although he would never get angry, it was a point of tension and sadness.

But you couldn’t help it. Seeing the tiny, grey room he insisted on staying in just broke your heart and you started crying again.

He sat down next to you and put his arm around you. “Hey, hey, it’s alright… It’s alright… I’m here. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe,” you say, as you lean on his shoulder, “I just feel lost and stressed and lonely. You know… the usual…”

He rubs your shoulder as he pulls you in closer. “That’s okay. Youse allowed to not always know what's goin on. Try and let go a bit, you’ll be alright. Try and do something for yourself, that’s okay. One step at a time, alright? Worst thing that can happen is you end up in here,” he said with a wink and a cheeky grin.

You smiled at him. As much as you didn’t like this place, being here with Yancy would not be so bad after all. “Youse know I’m here for you - always. So proud of youse, no matter what.”

You suddenly feel very tired, and you realise it’s 1am in the morning.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise what the time was I shouldn’t have come here, I’m sorry Yancy I didn’t mean to be a bother,” you start to panic a little bit as tears cloud your eyes again. How could you be so selfish…

Yancy reaches out and gently holds onto your hands as you go to get up. “Now youse look at me, okay? I don’t want any of that ‘selfish’ nonsense. You are not weak, you are not selfish, you are not broken. You are Y/N and youse are going to get through this, but just because you are strong doesn’t mean youse aren’t allowed to ask for help. That’s what friendships are, being there for eachother when you need someone, alright? We’re there for eachother. Even when it just plain sucks for a while. No matter what. Life sucks sometimes, don’t I know it, ay? We get through. But not without asking for help.”

You sit back down and put your head back onto his shoulder as he holds you close. He smells like strong cologne and sandalwood but it’s a very pleasant smell.

“Besides..” he muttered, “I wasn’t sleeping or nothin anyway..”

“Yeah I heard you were talking to yourself like a crazy person.”

“Hey, what did you just call me?” Yancy exclaimed, smiling ear to ear as he started tickling you.

“No fair!” you whispered, as you desperately tried to stay quiet as to not alert any other prisoners. Suddenly you stopped and you realised just how much you had wanted this contact, and to be with him, and that it’s going to hurt so badly to say goodbye again…

Yancy notices your shift and pauses, looking at you with furrowed brows. “Y/N what’s wrong darlin?”

“Stay with me. I can’t do this.”

“Aw no but youse can do this, trust me.”

You sighed. “Okay maybe, I probably can but why do you have to stay in here? Why can’t you come with me? We can be roommates and sure it will be difficult to adjust but like you said just before, we can do anything. I’ll be there the entire time.”

Yancy sighed and put his face in his hands. “I was talking to youse. When you thought I was a crazy person. I was talking to youse. And I want you to remember that, every night I’ll be looking up at that moon, that one right there,” he pointed with one hand whilst rubbing small circles on your back with his other hand, “and if you ever miss me, just remember that. And just talk right on back, alright?”

You looked at him. His eyes were lit up by the moonlight, and you could see the glistening of tears threatening to fall. You’d never seen him cry before.

“Listen, Y/N, I love youse. I just can’t do it. Not yet.”

“When?”

“Don’t hold out hope…” Yancy said, rubbing his eyes with his hands, “maybe one day. Until then, youse can do this. Your welcome back here any time. Never feel like youse being selfish. And just remember, I’ll be looking at that moon, alright?”

“Okay. Thanks Yancy,” you give him one last hug, and go back the way you came. Seeing him definitely helped, but you can’t deny that ache in your heart now that you have to leave him and he’s still stuck in that bed in that damn cell.

As you begin to climb through the escape tunnel you hear someone call out.

“Y/N! Wait!”

[demonsman]

Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I have a request. Maybe Yancy/Eric Derekson meeting a reader who is very shy/nervous at first (Especially with being touched) but becomes more okay as they get closer? Can be as angsty/ fluffy as you wish (though a happen ending is always welcomed) thank you in advance and I hope you have a lovely week!! : )

Hello there! I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you! And hope you have an amazing week as well :)) because the gender wasn't specified, I went with gender-neutral, no pronouns mentioned, hope that's okay!

Character: Yancy

Pairings: Yancy x gender neutral reader (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: none? sad Yancy maybe? some angst, happy ending tho

Words: 1.2k

It's been about three weeks since you've joined the prison's family after Yancy convinced you to stay, and you've been having a lot of fun. There is a lot of interesting characters in prison, and you've been having fun talking to everyone, getting to know them, you've spent most of your time there with Yancy, since he took a shine to you when you first joined, albeit impressed you could beat him up. what confused him afterwards is that you were so reserved after that. But there is a small thing that bothers him, is that whenever he tries to touch you, in a friendly way, of course, you revert into yourself, and that doesn't sit right with him.

Currently, he sat in his cell alone, the cold concrete floor was biting into his feet, while he sat on his springy bed, with his head on his chin, thinking, back to all the time he's spent with you. When it had been your first week in prison, he wanted to congratulate you for your first week here.

You had been sitting in the cafeteria, done eating your food, just sitting there reading a book that you had found in your cell, it was a good enough book, till Yancy popped out of nowhere. You jumped out of your skin, your heart was going so fast, your body language completely changed, you closed your book. Yancy smiled wildly at you, you gave him a soft smile back.

"It's youse week anniversary! told you life here isn't all bad y/n" Yancy loudly said and went to pat you on your back, as a little friendly gesture, there was no malice intended, he stopped himself when you shrank backwards. Yancy had the face of a kicked puppy, but it quickly changed back to his happier face. He chalked it up to still not being used to prison and thought nothing of it

"See youse later" he mumbled, you nodded, and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

A different time he remembered is when he tried to hug you. You two were having more and more quality time together, he had learned more and more about you and he was having a nice time. You two were inseparable. You had slowly been starting to open up to him.

You two were in your cell, you were lying on your bed, you had your book in your hands, while Yancy was sitting on the floor, he found it more comfortable, you had no idea why though. He was trying to write lyrics for his new song, and he couldn't quite get the last sentence right.

"what do youse think, y/n?" Yancy asked, with the pencil behind his ear, a hopeful look in his eyes. poor thing had been trying to get this right for days.

you took the book, sat up and read it, trying to create the symphony in your head, and you were smiling at the end of it. you nodded and went to give the book back to him,

"it's really good yance," you smiled, Yancy being the excitable person, was so happy that you liked it, he hugged you without thinking, and you stiffened up immediately because you weren't used to it, and Yancy took it the wrong way, he snapped back, look of upset of his face,

"wait yance, no " you went to reach out but he quickly stood up, he went to say something but he ran as fast as he could out of your cell, you felt bad for the way you reacted, you tried to call out but he didn't hear. You laid back on your bed and covered your eyes. you sighed, you felt awful, but you couldn't help it, now you just had to explain,

Yancy shook his head, and run his hand through his hair, he stopped reminiscing. It had been a week since then, and he had been avoiding you completely. He thought that you didn't want to see him anymore, that he wasn't a good friend and that he ruined any type of relationship that could've formed, he shook his head again, he missed you so much, but you didn't want to see him, he told himself that. He laid back in his bed and turned to the wall. he closed his eyes to forget. And he tried his best not to cry again.

You were confused, you had no idea where Yancy had been for the past week, even the family is worried, because he is the shining light in the prison, with his songs and his general optimistic personality. So you took it upon yourself to find out what was wrong with him.

So you walked ofter down the hallway, till you came upon his open cell door, you saw a sleeping Yancy, you walked in, your heart picked up a bit, and you were messing with your hands, you walked up to him and put a tentative hand on his shoulder, he was warm, Yancy upon feeling a hand on him, snapped awake, quickly turned around, ready to shout at someone, or punch them for disturbing him but stopped completely when he saw you, his eyes softened. you stumbled backwards, while Yancy was still lying on his side.

You put a hand on your chest and calmed down your breathing. "What do youse want?" Yancy asked, venom dripping from his voice. Now confused, you said "Uhm, I just wanted to know if you were okay?" your voice was quiet, "No one has seen you? I was worried" 3 you confessed, a small smile appearing on your face.

Yancy scoffed, "yeah right, as if." he laid on his back, not looking at you,

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked.

"You don't care about me" Yancy whispered and turned to face the wall, knowing if he looked at you, he'd break down. Those words felt like a dagger to your heart. Yancy thought you didn't care? But why? He was your closet friend here. Shaking, you slowly kneeled behind his back on the floor, and slowly put your hand on his back, and then you put your forehead on his back.

"I'm sorry. I do care about you yance," you whispered. He slowly turned to you, not believing, till he saw your handsome/beautiful face. Your eyes were sincere, your eyes heald so many emotions, Yancy's brown eyes nearly got lost in them, you reached for his hand on his stomach, he let you hold it, he looked at the intertwined fingers, he smiled your hands were less calloused than his, he looked to your face, with hopeful eyes,

"youse tellin the truth?" he whispered, you nodded, and smiled, he smiled back wider,

"You mean a lot to me. I'm just not good with touch at times," you murmured. he looked confused for a sec, till he said "oh, right, I must've startled you when I hugged you " you nodded again, he slowly put his forehead to yours,

"I care about you too, y/n"

[spookyold-saintjm]

yancy 182 184 and 192(?)

182: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

184: “Can I touch you?”

From this prompt list

A little heated, but wasn’t feeling up to full Yancy smut yet. Soon!

I didn’t put in 192 because I have an idea for it elsewhere 👀

NSFW(ish) Yancy x reader

Weeks, months had passed since you’d agreed to stay at Happy Trails Penitentiary, and you and your new friend Yancy had spent much more time together than you’d anticipated. Yancy’s prison family, which had quickly become yours as well, might have given him a hard time about it, had he not knocked out one of Sparkles McGee’s front teeth the first time he brought it up.

There was nothing overtly romantic about anything the two of you did together, playing card games, sharing stories, watching tv, eating meals together…

But, there were instances when Yancy would throw his arm over your shoulders, or that your hand would accidentally brush over his when reaching into the popcorn bucket sitting between the two of you during movie nights. Moments that sent tiny jolts of electricity through your nerves.

Sometimes you’d feel Yancy stiffen up when you sat down beside him on one of the benches in the prison yard, close enough to him that your thighs touched, or he would start to stutter when you’d make a compliment about his appearance before a performance with the family’s little musical theater group.

If you weren’t together, you were probably thinking about him. You’d settle down for bed at the end of the night and find your thoughts drifting to fond memories of the day, of plans you had coming up. You would even catch yourself thinking about just him, his slicked-back hair, his deep voice, his muscular arms, his hands, his lips… 

You were quick to shake those thoughts from your mind. You couldn’t be attracted to Yancy like that. You couldn’t. He had better things to worry about than you. 

What you didn’t know, was that Yancy thought about you, too. The few extra minutes he put into perfecting his appearance before popping over to your cell to visit, the extra hours he’d been putting in for new songs he’d been working on…he wouldn’t admit it, but it was fueled by you. The hopes to impress you, to maybe, give him the courage to say something to you about how he felt. How interesting and attractive he found you, how your voice made his entire day brighter, how he had never felt so good inside before, so…whole, when he was with you.

One evening, everyone was in the game room to play a rather intense night of Bingo, but you both had fairly shitty cards and after a few rounds had given up and decided to instead retreat to Yancy’s cell to catch up on the books you both had been reading. You split from Yancy to grab your book from your own cell first, quickly grabbing it from the bedside table, but paused when you decided that you wanted to be a little more comfortable for the night. You unbuttoned the black-and-white striped shirt you’d been wearing and tossed in onto your bed, leaving only a white tank that rested just a little above the waistband of your striped pants before you strolled back over to Yancy’s cell. 

You found Yancy already sitting on his bed, legs stretched out across the floor and crossed at the ankles, his book already open in his hands.

He looked up to greet you, but froze. You stared back at him, quirking an eyebrow at his sudden mood shift, then realized that this was likely the first time he had seen you in any sort of remotely revealing clothing. You forced yourself to quickly, casually, plop down beside him, grinning as you lightly punched him in the arm. 

“Don’t distract me this time, this book is getting good.” you said playfully, praying that ignoring his reaction to you would make the blush creeping its way up your neck and into your cheeks die a rotten death.

“I, ah…oh! Yeah, yeah, youse got it.” he trailed off, quickly shifting his gaze back down to the book in his hands.

You settled into a calm silence as you both began to read, but you couldn’t get past the first two pages of your book. Yancy’s very presence next to you was, like it had been for some time now, clouding your mind. You were all too aware every inch of his skin that touched yours, and one hand holding his book with the other resting dangerously close to your thigh. The scent of whatever infuriatingly intoxicating cologne he’d managed to swipe from a security guard’s locker was coursing through your senses. The sound of his breathing rang in your ears like a siren. 

Yancy was in a similar situation. You’d come into his cell, and were sitting on his bed, looking like…that. You hadn’t meant anything by it, he knew this, but you continued to give him more reasons to find you handsome and/or beautiful, inside and out.

He let out a short, but heavy sigh. He was really going to do it, wasn’t he?

“Y/n.” He began, but stopped when you looked over at him, your eyes staring holes through to his soul. He had to work the words around in his mouth a couple times before they would come out. “There’s something I wanna tell youse, and, well, I don’t want youse to think I’m, ah fuck, well, what I means is—“

Your lips slammed against his in a single, sudden movement, and Yancy fell back a little bit at the abrupt contact. The tension that been thickening in the room seemed to dissipate, and soon Yancy had recovered and pushed himself back up, his mouth now exploring yours as if it were the last time he’d have the opportunity. 

You slid your body even closer to his, turning so that you were all but sitting on his lap. He pulled away from you just slightly, for the two of you to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other.One of his hands suddenly reached out for you, but he withdrew it just as quickly. He was itching to put his hands all over you, everywhere at once, but he couldn’t focus on a single place to start.

“Can…can I touch you?” he asked. You nodded, and when he still hesitated, you gently guided one of his hands to now fully rest on your thigh. His fingers quickly glided up to rest around your waist, and his other hand followed suit. You slid yourself now fully onto his lap, and your lips met again once you threw your arms around and behind his neck. The kiss was far more heated this time, and you felt Yancy’s grip on your waist tighten when you allowed him access into your mouth. You were certain there wasn’t much of a first time for anything like this for him, but it had definitely been a while. You could feel the adrenaline and pent-up desire practically begging to get out. And you couldn’t say you didn’t quite feel the same. 

His hands started to wander, up the sides of your body, and back down again. You returned the favor by pulling your mouth away from his, earning a grunt of frustration from him which quickly turned to a catch in his breath when you began to scatter kisses along his jaw, down the side of his neck. 

“y/n…” he sighed when you landed on a particular spot on his collarbone and you smiled into him as you gave the spot some extra attention.

His fingers slid under your tank top, teasing the skin underneath. You helped him slip the tank over your head, and you tossed it somewhere to the other side of the room. His shirt followed behind not long after, and soon you both were a mess of wandering hands, frantic to learn every inch of each other. You turned to wrap your legs around his torso, and he held you tight against him, your bare chest pressed against his. 

When he pulled you in for a kiss again, you tested him with the slightest roll of your hips and were pleasantly surprised to not only hear but feel the effect you were having on him. You huffed out a curse at the realization and felt Yancy smile into your mouth. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper in your ear, sending a shiver through your entire body. 

“I know,” you sighed, pulling a curl of his now-messy hair away from his face. “Me, too.”

He moved to kiss the skin under your ear, down your neck. Your fingers trailed down his chest, leaving the faintest of marks while he took his time tasting your skin.

Between the sound of both your heavy breaths, a herd of voices faintly registered in your ears, then grew louder as a group of other inmates turned the corner that led down the hall to Yancy’s cell. You cursed and leapt off the bunk, scrambling to grab the clothing you’d both thrown across the cell. You threw Yancy’s shirt to him and quickly pulled yours back over your head as the footsteps drew closer. You ran back over to sit next to Yancy, although a little farther apart than you’d been before, swiftly fixing your hair back to its normal state with one hand and flipping your book open to a random page with the other.

  You both recovered just in time, as Tiny, Jimmy, and Heapass walked by the open cell door, laughing about something that had happened during the Bingo game. They only greeted the two of you with friendly waves, thankfully noticing nothing amiss about the two of you.

Well, except for Tiny, who silently gestured to your now-backwards tank top. She wiggled her eyebrows at you then flicked her gaze over toward the now crimson-faced Yancy, the smug amusement glowing in her eyes.

Shit.

[mnt-eevee]

Second Visitation

I am SO sorry, that it's so late :( Also, I'm sorry but I dont know how to add a Read More or cut off thing :/

Yancy x y/n

Warnings: idk, Yancy kinda sads? I dont think theres any cursing,

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He stared up at the wall of his cell, his eyes glazed over with sadness. You hadn't made it during last month's visitation. He understood, you had just escaped from prison. He didn't really know why he had told you when visitation was, you likley would never come. He never got visits. He had no family or friends on the outside. His eyes focused on one tile of the wall, until he heard the sound of the jail door creak, a few footsteps and the door swing closed. 

   You yelped slightly, not expecting the door to slam. Yancy looks up at you, shocked. You were here! You locked eyes, but Yancy was frozen, he couldn't move.

"Y-y/n? Wh-what are you-"

  You instantly ran up and hugged him, almost knocking him back. He felt you shake slightly, giving a sharp inhale. He opened his mouth to speak, before a jumple of words and apologized escaped you. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I was so scared of get caught, I-Im sorry! It took so long to even sneak out, b-because Mark wouldn't let me, I-I'm sorry! I-I'm-"

  Yancy silenced you by moving back, cupping your face softly. He didn't speak, just looked into your eyes. He softly wiped your tears, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Y...youse came...youse actually came!"

You were engulfed in a tight bear hug before you could respond, Yancy putting his face into your neck and taking in your sent. You sat in slight shock. He wasnt mad? He wasn't...he wasn't mad!

Yancy pulled back again and cupped your face, looking right in your eyes. He rests his forehead against yours and stares into your eyes. Theres only soft love in eyes, his soft brown eyes filled with love and joy. 

    He wiped the small tears on your face, the wet tears moving to his fingers. He leaned in and kissed your cheek, and stayed there. He snuggled against your face for a moment, before kissing it against and going back to looking at your eyes.

   You pressed your lips to his, pushing him onto the bed. He kissed back softly, wrapping his arms around you. You hid your face into the crook of his neck, smiling softly. His right arm wrapped around your waist, his left resting on your upper back and gently playing with your hair.

   "I'm so happy youse came..."

   "Of course I did.."

    Yancy turned, cuddling you on his side. He softly pressed his lips against the top of your head, kissing it softly. 

   "Thank yous so much..."

   "Of course Yance...and...I'm sorry I didn't come last month..."

   Yancy moved your head to face his, looking into your eyes. 

   "Its okay, yous tried your best. You made it today, and that's great of yous."

 You snuggled your face into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you, acgentle yet protective hold. You feel your eyes become heavy, having not slept while trying to get back to Yancy. 

The both of you slowly dozed off, cuddled close to each other. Neither of you really took mind on how you could possibly get caught. Oh well, at least you would still be with Yancy then.

[creat0r-cat]

Iplier Egos x reader - Love Languages HCs

Darkiplier

Giving: Gifts 

Based on how he treats you during ADWM, I'd assume he would like to give you things. 

Like, dude was offering you dinner, saying he could take you anywhere, he could give you ANYTHING.

I also think he'd smile if he saw how happy you'd be to receive the gifts.

Receiving: Quality Time 

Since he has access to anything and everything (except Mark's channel), he would probably just be happy if you spent some time with him

You two don't need to talk or anything, just be in the room with him and he'll be happy

Poor baby has spent so much time alone that he just needs to know someone's there for him nearby

Wilford Warfstache

Giving: Words of Affirmation

Honestly, this is one of the only things that makes sense to me

He uses so many nicknames for you (gumdrop, sweetheart, sweetie, honey, honey bunches, etc.) and loves to give you compliments

If you are the type to get super flustered when receiving compliments, he'll do it 10-fold with a smile

Receiving: Physical Touch 

Mans doesn't even know what’s real or not anymore

Like, he watched his friends die (by his hands or otherwise) in front of him

Give him hugs because it will remind him that you’re real and actually right in front of him

Cuddles

Lots and lots of cuddles

He loves being the small spoon

Googleplier

Giving: Acts of Service

Nothing more to say really

I mean, he’s GOOGLE IRL 

He genuinely likes helping you out

Especially if you’re the one who asks him to assist you in a task

Google likes to feel wanted and needed

Especially by you

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Make sure you tell him how much you appreciate his help

Especially if you pair your praises with a tight hug and/or a kiss

He’s a pretty confident guy, but even the mighty Google needs a reminder that he’s wanted

Bingiplier

Giving: Quality Time

Though he’s not as reliable and (formally) useful as Google, he’s actually a pretty fun guy to hang out with

He loves showing you tricks and going out to fun places with you

Honestly, he’s just happy when you’re with him

It makes him feel special

Receiving: Words of Affirmation 

Obviously

Poor baby needs to be told he’s good for something

Everyone compares him to Googleplier and it really kills his vibe

Please for the love of jimbalooshee tell him that he’s doing a good job

Tell him you love him

Say that he’s appreciated

JUST PLEASE LET HIM KNOW THAT HE’S NOT JUST THERE FOR DECORATION

He just wants to be loved and useful

Yandereplier

Giving: Gifts

He really likes giving you things

Stuffed animals, candy, flowers, body parts from a mutilated corpse, a new video game

Just whatever he thinks will make you smile 

Anything for his senpai~

Receiving: LEGIT ANYTHING

He’ll love almost anything you do!

His gifts are the things he’s stolen from you for his Senpai Shrine

He loves any compliments or comforting words you give him

He’s down for physical affection anytime and anyplace (especially in public)

Quality time is basically anytime

You’re his senpai!!

Dr. Iplier

Giving: Works of Service

Trust him

He’s a doctor

Just let him take care of you and he’ll be happy

He takes it upon himself to see that you’re happy and healthy

He does a really good job of it too

Receiving: Quality Time

He’s an ambivert

He spends all his extrovert energy at the hospital with his patients and colleagues

Then he comes home and recharges himself (hopefully with you)

If he's having a hard day, he'll invite you over just so you can pamper him

He loves coming home to a nice dinner then relaxing

Watching a movie and falling asleep on the couch together?

Heck yea

Late night cuddles if you're sleeping over?

Sign him up

Sometimes, he’ll decide to take a day off of works just so he can spend more time with you

Actor Mark

Giving: Gifts

Smug and rich(ish) boi

If he’s not too busy spoiling himself he’ll probably get you something (depends on his mood)

Don’t be surprised if he gets himself something better 

He says he deserves it

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

After Celine left him he kinda became a little self conscious

He gets nervous that you’ll leave him too

That’s why he (randomly) buys you gifts

You are gonna need to constantly tell him that you love him and that you aren’t leaving him

He does love you too

It’s just kinda hard to tell at times

Yancy

Giving: Quality Time

Prison boi loves spending time with you

You’re his first girlfriend in a long time

Maybe ever??

He can’t remember

He loves showing you new dance routines and songs he’s been working on

Every so often, he’ll sneak out with you to the prison roof and just spend a few hours stargazing (like a date)

Receiving: Physical Touch

Touch starved baby

He only displays affection when you’re alone, typically speaking

He does have a reputation to hold after all 

Yancy likes hugs 

He loves it when you hug him from behind 

Especially if you’re shorter

If you’re taller than him (over 5’ 10”) and rest your head on top of his it also makes him happy

It makes him feel like a teddy bear

Cuddling

Late night cuddles are his favorite

He also really likes kissing, but that is saved for when you two are alone or unless he’s jealous

Illinois Jones

Giving: Quality Time

He enjoys every moment you two can spend together

He’ll never admit it but he kinda hates being alone, so the fact that you decided to stick around possibly permanently??

Happy mans

He’s just happy to be around you

He loves sharing facts about different treasures or (if you see them out and about) different animals

He’s kinda like a golden retriever honestly (he gives off those vibes)

Receiving: Acts of Service

Help him pack for trips

Go through a trap for him

Take a heavier load when he’s tired

Anything like that

He really appreciates it

He likes to know that he isn’t the only one doing the work

He’s had lazy treasure hunting partners in the past and it WASN’T pleasant

Head Engineer Mark

Giving: Acts of Service

Have you seen this man??

He’s basically listening and ready as soon as you open your mouth

He feels happy knowing you trust him with a task

Or he’ll randomly do something helpful because he knows that you’ll be grateful

You yawn during late work hours? 

He’s there with a cup of coffee

You can’t fix something on your own?

He’s there to fix it by himself or alongside you

Forget Illinois, this man gives off TRUE golden retriever energy

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Everyone on the ship (except you) seems to hate him in some way

Tell him that he’s doing a good job and that he’s a good engineer

Please

He needs it more than you realize

He feels really bad about the whole Wormhole paradox incident 

You gotta comfort this man every so often because he’s on the brink of a breakdown sometimes but he knows how to hide it

[theproxylove]

Kiss da girl (Yancy x Reader ahwm)

Female reader

(Just a quick one shot for the boi. loved this prompt for Yancy and his prison family but I'm sure someone else could have played on reader and ariel both being mute but that persons obvs not me :p  also I can't stay with one tense. Also also Nick Pitera... so that's always cool.)

The gang is sitting together in the rec' hall. All eyes glued to the woman across the room reading a book, "I know the prisons cold this time of year but, that scarf is way too built for her.. she's up to something." Jimmy theorizes, "What cuteness do you think they'll be up to?" Bambam scratches his chin, "I think we outta wait for boss to get here to really start speculating." And as if on queue Yancy walks in, as the Ohio man scans the room he gives a quick way to his crew before his eyes land on the (h/c) woman sitting alone. They know that look on Yancy's face well. It's the same face he'd made when seeing you since you were first escorted into Happy trails penitentiary. 

For a man who's prone to breaking out in fabulous songs, he can't for the simple words to tell you how he feels. The best part? One night while sharing hooch wine recipes with shithole hank you let it slip that you feel the same. At first, watching the cute moment and shy looks was entertaining for the crew but now... "There he goes." Jimmy squeals "Do ya' think it'll finally happen?"

Yancy takes a seat next to you, "what yous readin' there?" You shrug and present the cover to him. You were always a woman of few words and even when you did speak you were soft-spoken. In the beginning, Yancy was really the only none with the patience and persistence to get to know you-- and that persistence of his has helped you make more friends in jail than you ever had on the outside, he smiles that bright smile and the warmth spread across with your own, "whatsit ab-bout?" Yancy stutters slightly as a sudden shiver racks his body. your smile falters a little as he rubs his arms, "...You should dress warmer." you meek voice comes from beyond the scarf that slowly came lose from your face, "Yous don't gotta worr-" Yancy stops short as you wrap your scarf around him, "Of course I do hun, you're my friend." Yancy's cheeks burn at the genuine sentiment. He grabs your hands and takes the scarf rewrapping half of the scarf back around your neck "Well. I gotta take care of youse too then, don't I?" You giggle and shimmy closer to him, "I wouldn't make you" Yancy scoots even closer "Makes me? yous kidding me? it's an honor." He chuckles. after a bit, you go back to your book and Yancy just sits next to you enjoying the closeness.

"That's it. We gotta do something." Tiny grumbles. sparkles Mcgee jumps from his chair, "We execute plan Sea!" Bam-Bam raises an eyebrow, " uh... what about A and B?" Sparkles sighs resting his hand on his hip, "Not the letter C I mean, like, s-e-a Sea." an 'ooohh' resounds through the group. they sneak over, starting their song low, behind the unsuspecting couple to be. 

"....There you see her

Sitting there across the way

She don't got a lot to say

But there's something about her

And you don't know why

But you're dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl!"

Yancy's shoulders shoot up and his face burns. (y/n) simple raises a brow, an amused smile playing on her lips under the scarf. 

"Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

It's possible she wants you too

There's one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl, kiss the girl!"

Yancy hides his face in the scarf and turns away, as much as he loves his family here... that can go a little overboard. (y/n) giggles at the group humming along, you always love when Yancy and his friend break out into songs. you just wish you could join in sometimes.

"Sha la la la la la!

My oh my!

Looks like the boy's too shy

Ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha la la la la la!"

"Ain't that sad

It's such a shame, too bad!"

Jimmy the pickle takes Yancy by the shoulders, singing as he turns him towards you, a smile blooming across your face.

"You're gonna miss the girl..."

"I'm sorry (y/n). theses's guys, they think they can just go goofin' around all the time." Yancy sighs. You nudge his shoulder with yours, "Nonsense, I think it's sweet." Yancy subconsciously scratches the back of his head, "just like yous..." You chuckle and he looks away.

"Go on and kiss the girl, kiss the girl!

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon

The time will be better!

She don't say a word

And she won't say a word

Until you kiss that girl, kiss the girl!"

You grab the scarf and pull the man in close to you. if he isn't going to listen. you'll just have to do it. You place a soft kiss on his cheek, you can feel the heat radiating off them before you even reach your target.

"Sha la la la la la!

My oh...Sha la la la la la

Don't be scared

You better be prepared

Go on and kiss the girl!

Sha la la la la la!

Don't stop now

Don't try to hide it!

How you wanna kiss the girl!

Go on and kiss the girl, kiss the girl!

Oh, kiss the girl, kiss the girl...

La la la la, la la la la!"

You start to lean back when Yancy takes your face gently in his hands and kisses your lips slow, careful, as gentle as the soul in front of you. He pulls away and you can tell he's going to apologize, "I really like you, Yancy..." A dumbfounded look turns into an ear to ear smile, "I really like yous too, doll." An exuberant cheer brakes out among the group as you two came together in a passionate kiss.

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Oh boy here I did a thing y'all

Story by me

Summary~ Your first Christmas at Happy Trails is going well with Yancy

(female reader x Yancy)

I Don't Wanna Be Free this Christmas

Y/N sat on her bed stringing up the popcorn from the bowl in front of her. She was shocked to have Yancy throw the bucket of decorations in front of her. 

"Everyone decorates for Christmas at Happy Trails. It's tradition, and youse gonna help me keep it up." He explained as decorated the small tree on their bedside table. 

It seemed he was right as all the other inmates were happily decorating their own cells. Soft Christmas music rang through the halls of Happy Trails. Everything was brighter, much brighter than usual.

Y/N had never seen Yancy so excited in her time here, given it had only been since October. He danced around the cell as he strung up lights. He sang a little louder, and bounced a little higher. Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the man. Toughest man in the penitentiary and here he was skipping like a school girl.

Yance turned to her, and smiled. "What youse think is so funny?" He asked. 

Y/N shrugged "You're adorable when you're excited."

Yancy rolled his eyes, as he hung another ornament on their small tree. "Youse not gonna let a single day go by without tellin' me that, huh?" 

Y/N nodded, and stood up from her bed, brushing off the now flannel bed sheets, rather then their silk ones. "Not one, Yance, not one." She smiled. 

"Well, I don't mind it so much." He shrugged a little, and smiled softly a hint of red brushing his cheeks. He turned to Y/N and handed her a small star. 

"What's this?" She asked. 

He pointed to the tree. "I'll let you have the honors this year. It's a gift to have someone to share it with." 

Y/N smiled and gently placed it on the tree. "Merry Christmas, Yance." She kissed his cheek, then went back to her popcorn. 

Yancy smiled, and went to plug in the tree, hiding his blush from Y/N 

"Merry Christmas, Y/N.."

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(jailhouse rock)

in which mark is dressed like yancy and you entertain him.

mark x female!reader

you were on the set of a heist with markiplier, and you guys were filming the scenes with yancy. you had to admit.. mark looked pretty hot as a prisoner. so when he a break, you decided to sing to him.

“hello yancy.” you purred into his ear, and he chuckled.

“hello beautiful, what’s up?”

“well- i thought i’d sing to you.” a smirk appeared on his face and you started playing jailhouse rock by elvis presley, directing the specific lyric, “you’re the cutest jailbird i ever did see” to mark.

he chuckled and swayed with you, he may not be an actual prisoner, but you were delighted with his company.

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Imagine flirting with Yancy and Illinois

Yancy x gender neutral!reader and Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@squip-does-art ty for the prompt!

A/N: I just really like this format, ok??? A bit of cursing, so... Rated... G? Probably not but, sure, let's go with G.

Yancy

You visit him every third Sunday, no exceptions

Even if you're sick, you bet your ass is gonna show up anyways

One day you notice Yancy looking a bit sad

You ask him if something is wrong and if he wants to talk about it.

He says yes and no, respectively

You nod and continue talking about your life the past couple of weeks

He nods occasionally, but doesn't seem to be listening

He looks like he's lost in thought

He looks very sad

You sigh and think of way to make his feel better

You widen your eyes for a moment before calling his attention.

"Hm… I could've sworn I was in a museum…"

He tilts his head at you

"Because you're a work of art" 

You wink as you finish your sentence

His face turns red

Not pink, no.

This man looks like a tomato

You start to get worried after about 30 seconds of silence

"Uh… Yancy…"

He snaps back into reality and covers his face with his arms

You frown, thinking you upset him

Then you start hearing giggles from him and you smile

You start telling him every cheesy pick up line you can think of

"Someone call heaven, I think they're missing an angel!"

"Are you from Tennessee? Cause you're the only 10 I see!"

"Life without you is like a broken pencil… it's pointless!"

You go on like this for a couple minutes and his face somehow continues to get darker

You're worried he's gonna pass out

He's still giggling by the time you can't think of anything else

You start laughing, because he's just so adorable

He lifts his head from his arms and looks at you

You look back at him, waiting for him to say something

"Are you a theif?"

You widen your eyes and look at the guards because, yes, you are

You are about to ask why he would ask that when

"cause you stole my heart"

You stare at him before burying your face in your arms and laughing

He laughs too

You two do this for the next couple of visits

The guards get annoyed

Before every visit, you both find or come up with as many pick up lines as you can

You both ask everyone you know, and you have the gift of the internet to look for new ones

Everyone around you is getting sick and tired of you guys

Do you care? Hell no

You two are exchanging pick up lines when

"We would look cute on a wedding cake, don't you think?"

You look to see him laugh because, obviously, it's a joke

He doesn't laugh

You two start dating and have already planned your wedding

Illinois

You were just sick and tired of him flirting all the time

You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine

You're eating breakfast at an inn you two are staying at one morning

He walks in and makes himself a cup of coffee

"Hey, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

He starts drinking his coffee

"I don't know, did it hurt when you fell for me?

He fucking CHOKES

Someone flirting?? With him??? It's more likely than you think.

He spills half of his drink on the floor

He's coughing his fucking lungs out

You're just sitting there, completely confused.

He eventually stops coughing

You walk over and ask if he's ok

His face is red, and you're not sure if it's from the flirt or the coughing.

He mumbles something about cooling off and walks outside.

You sit, juice in hand, wondering what the FUCK just happened

You try to bring it up later and he repeatedly changes the subject

Timeskip a week or two, you're on another adventure

You're in some ancient ruins, trying to solve puzzles.

He finds a lamp and thinks there might be a genie inside

You stand next to him

"Well, I'm here. What were your other two wishes?"

He flushes and shoves the lamp into your hands, saying "you can have them"

You ask about it later, but he doesn't respond

Timeskip again, a month this time

You two don't talk about the pick up lines, no matter how much you want to

You're walking through a cave, trying to find treasure

You look at his empty hand as you two are walking

"Hey, Illinois? Can you hold something for me?"

"Uh… sure…"

You put your hand in his

You both stop moving completely

He turns red as he retracts his hand and walks faster

You eventually find jewels and gold in a chest, plus a golden mirror, and leave the cave

You two are looking at the bounty, and you pick up the mirror

"Hey, Illinois, wanna see a picture of a beautiful person?"

You hold up the mirror to him.

He stands up

"What are you doing?"

"What? You flirt with me all the time."

"That's different. I'm a… how'd you call it? A "fuckboy". I flirt with everyone. You only flirt with me."

"So… you want me to flirt with other people?"

"No, I just…"

He sighs

"If you don't like me, then don't flirt with me."

You both are quiet.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to keep flirting because I'm crazy about you."

He flushes and he covers his face with his hand, looking to the side as you smile

You two hold hands as you walk back with your treasure

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Hey I’m Corvid, I’m a panromantic nonbinary person :) Welcome to my blog

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AHWM Yancy X Reader

Just One Date?

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Yancy had made it clear time and time again.

"I'm waitin' for parole. I ain't takin' no shortcuts."

You were right there, in stealth clothes from the heist a few months ago, the key in your pocket, a hopeful look in your eyes, as always. Everytime you came back, everytime you broke in to visit him in person, he refused to sneak out for even a single night.

But this time would be different.

It was your 21st birthday. Yeah, so young to be out pulling heists and getting sent to prison and all, but you didn't care. The thing was, you could finally 'officially' buy a drink, and even if alcohol wasn't your biggest thing, you were gonna use this important birthday situation to guilt trip Yancy into sneaking out for just one night.

You wanted to see him in something other than his prison clothes (and maybe one day, nothing at all). You wanted to see him out and about, normal, happy, getting a taste of what the free world was like now. Maybe you just wanted to make sure he was serious about parole, by reminding him of what waited outside. He seemed determined, every third Sunday when you visited legally, he had a cleaner and cleaner report sheet. He hadn't gotten into a lick of trouble since you 'left'.

It was 11:40 p.m.

About an hour past 'lights out' at Happy Trails. You unlocked the gate, entered, locked it again, and headed for the right cell block. Then you unlocked an outer door, went down a few dark back hallways, through another doorway or two, another hall or three, waited for some guards to pass, silently crept past the other prisoners asleep in their cells, unlocked Yancy's cell, and finally shut the door behind you.

You snuck up, gently easing onto your knees at his bedside, he was fast asleep. You gently shook him, cooing his name. "Yancy... Yancy...?" You whispered, brushing his soft hair out of his face. It was a mess of curls when he didn't have it greased back.

"Hmmmmm?" He groaned, rolling over onto his side, his eyes opening slightly. He was so used to your late night visits he didn't even flinch. "Oh, its youse... happy birthday too..." he said softly, closing his eyes again. You smiled, your heart swelled at the fact that he remembered.

"Yeah, my 21st," you whispered.

"Mmm, 21st, ain't youse so young... gotten youself a couple'a shots yet?" He asked chuckling, tired. He'd probably only been asleep about half an hour.

You sighed, smiling. This man was half asleep in bed making sleepy conversation. "Um, not yet, I was hoping you'd tag along..." you whispered.

Please say yes, please say yes, please say-

"Come on y/n, youse know if I gets caught, it'll be solitary for weeks. And you may end up back in 'ere..." he said, rolling onto his back.

"What if we don't get caught? Hmm? Just one date?"

The last statement surprised him. You knew because he opened his eyes, and propped himself on his elbow, turning towards you. "Date? I ain't been on a date before..." he said surprised. "D-Did I say date? I-I mean, it doesn't- I just thought-" your face had flushed red.

He chuckled slightly, nodded a little, and sat up. "Alright, alright, we can head out for a few drinks. But then we come right back, okay?" He said, and you nodded, standing up happily. He pulled on a shirt and shoes. Not that it mattered, you had clothes in a dufflebag for him. He'd change once the two of you were outside.

He looked in a mirror a moment, before reaching for a small plastic tub. You stopped him and said "I like your hair loose... besides, you won't have to shower again before you get back."

"Youse smart, y'know?" He teased, before you both left.

He knew his ways out, you knew yours. Both were pretty fast, so you picked an option and went with it. Once outside, you passed him the dufflebag and told him to go change, which he hesitantly did so. Then, you were keeping watch outside the storage shed he changed in. Your eyes followed cars as they drove by on the far off road. Safety distance, since this was a prison.

You also kept your eyes out for the guards. When you knew it was safe for a few moments, you quickly changed in a different building. You were done much earlier than Yancy, most likely because he was used to tshirts and prison sweats.

Suddenly you heard a sound. You looked to see Yancy messing with his hair. Your eyes widened, and lips parted slightly in shock. Even if you had bought the clothes and knew exactly what they looked like, you didn't know what they looked like on him. Now Yancy was always handsome to you, but damn. Prison clothes weren't doing him justice.

You hadn't been sure what to get, so you went with a gray dress shirt and some black jeans. He still wore the white prison shirt under, leaving the dress shirt unbuttoned and he'd rolled the sleeves up. The boots you'd stolen from Mark fit Yancy rather well. He looked normal, like what a free man would. He deserved to be free, even if he didn't realize it.

Your eyes watched him as he looked at himself, saying "Not used to wearin' clothes like these. Youse sure about dis?" Then he looked up at you, stopping in his tracks. He only saw you in your stealth outfit, or whatever strange disguises you managed whenever you came on Visitation Day. But not in casual clothes, not going anywhere as yourself. He smiled slightly, and said "Y-Youse look nice." You smiled, looking down, a little embarassed.

"Thanks..." you gushed, before he walked up, and patted his hands on the sides of his legs, unsure of what to do. He hadn't been out in years. Many, many years. You looked at him, and then gestured for him to follow. "I already know a bar, someplace quiet, shouldn't be too busy."

"Alright, let's go then."

The bar was not quiet.

The bar was busy.

Dozens of people, eating, drinking, singing along to a classic jukebox which blared out of older speakers. Yancy looked around as people threw darts and each other around the place. You saw two people get up and start to leave, so you quickly grabbed Yancy's arm and guided him over to the seats. You both sat down, and he looked around curiously, fidgeting with the shirt collar.

"Youse sure about this? I didn't think this would be youses kind'a scene..." he said, and you shrugged. "It's not my favorite, but it's"-memories of the others getting drunk and rowdy filled your head-"...familiar."

"So what's it you want?" Asked the bartender, now standing infront of you two across the bar. "Um, not sure, didn't really plan it out..." you said nervously, looking down a little. The bartender seemed a little impatient, but Yancy casually said "Two doubles, scotch."

The bartender nodded and went off to his work. He returned, set down the glasses, and poured them. "Been a while since I've had one of these..." Yancy said, picking up the glass and watching it a moment. You grabbed yours. The shot glass was thick, and the scotch was a dark golden color. You weren't sure what to expect. Yancy held his out to you, and you smiled and tapped your glass on his, then against the bar, the downed it in one fell swoop.

He stared a moment, as you exhaled sharply. From what you tasted, it was an earthy sort of caramel flavor, with something a little more bitey. He chuckled, taking his a little slower, with less gusto than you had taken yours. He set his glass down on the bar, and out of nowhere a female voice said "Hey there... where are you from?"

Both Yancy and yourself looked to see a woman sitting down in the bar seat next to Yancy. She had a look in her eye, commonplace at bars. You had to admit, she was good looking. That worried you. Technically, Yancy and yourself weren't a thing... He wouldn't be interested, would he?

"Ohio," Yancy answered innocently. He wasn't naive, and knew exactly what she was up to... right?

"Really now?" She said with a smirk, and then introduced herself. "Yancy," he said. You began to worry. The Ohio answer was one thing, he didn't need to be getting swept up into conversation. You, however, were not up for confrontation at the moment. You waved down the bartender and ordered another shot while Yancy wasn't watching. Maybe enough alcohol would calm you down. You didn't want to get drunk, but you didn't wanna get possessive either.

It was a few more shots later, and a bit of conversation between Yancy and the woman later, that you felt this dread in your gut. A pit of worry and jealousy that wasn't quite familiar. You looked over, listening to them talk. Every time she replied to him, in that annoying 'trying to be flirty and sexy' tone, the pit worsened.

"Street boy? Hmm..."

Your body trembled a moment.

"Singing?

Your leg began to bounce anxiously.

"Dance? Now that's something. Didn't think you needed to be a muscle man for musical numbers," she said winking at him, caressing his bicep. That was the line she shouldn't have crossed. You stood suddenly, ready to fuck her up, but you were kinda drunk, and had stumbled into someone. A very large, very intimidating, very temperamental someone. He turned, glared, and grabbed you by the shoulder. "Watch it kid," he growled.

Suddenly he stumbled back, a red spot forming on his face, and beside you Yancy. The prison man stepped infront of you defensively, and glared harshly at the man, fists still clenched. His mood shifted so suddenly, and you worriedly asked "Yance?"

"Hush, doll," he said softly, as the other man stood back up. He tilted his neck to each side, and a series of cracks erupted from the joints. Then he said lowly "Bad move punk."

"Word of advice, walk away," said Yancy, not a whisper of fear. The man glared, and the bar patrons seemed to watch, either choosing a side or stepping away. You glanced back at the stool, and sighed. You started this, might as well make it interesting.

"Ready Yancy?" You asked. "Always," he replied, putting his fists up again. You immediately seized the stool, with a sudden clarity of sobriety, and threw it, knocking the man down.

So it began.

There was the clamber and chaos of a good ol' classic bar fight. Chairs being thrown, pool cues snapped, bottles shattered. People yelled, screamed, and fought. You had your back to Yancy, and his back was to you, as you both kept attackers off one another.

As a majority were either unconscious or had bolted, you both panted and stood a moment, before looking at one another. "Shows what I get for leavin' with youse for a night..." he teased, chuckling. You rolled your eyes and wearily rubbed blood off his broken lip with your thumb. He licked them, before glancing at your own.

He almost seemed to lean in a moment, before suddenly you could hear the police sirens. "Ah fuck," Yancy said in despair, looking towards the front door and windows, where red and blue lights seemed to be approaching. You immediately grabbed his arm, and you both rushed to a back door. You climbed over boxes and crates and anything, eager to escape.

Once you both made it out, you hurried back to Happy Trails. There was still a lot of commotion, so you waited until the heat died down a little before changing. Yancy made his way over the wall, but before you could, he stopped you and said "It's best youse lay low a while. Don't need you stuck waitin' for parole too. But, I'll see youse around, and, uh, thanks. Tonight was, well, interesting to say da least." He smiled, his eyes squinting up adorably as he chuckled. You nodded, and glanced down a moment, but a smile found your face anyways.

"Alright... but Visitation Day, you're stuck with me," you assured. He laughed and nodded. "Wouldn't want it any other way. Night y/n," he said, before pulling away from the gate. But you quickly reached forward, grabbing his shirt. Your face began to flush red, but you had a bit of courage in you. He looked confused, and you pulled him close again, and once he was close enough, you pull his face to yours before he can resist.

Your lips found his, and even if the kiss wasn't that comfortable, given the bars separating you two, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. It was soft and warm and sudden. When you both pulled away, Yancy's cheeks had been tickled pink. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling slightly. "W-Why'd youse do that now?" He gushed, unable to meet your eye a moment, his cheeks getting redder.

"Cause I think I'm in love with you," you said shyly, head still foggy from the alcohol, but you were sure of your answer.

"Oh, good, glad we're on the same page," he chuckled, before giving you a reassuring smile and backing away. This time, it was a little easier to let him go. You both glanced back once more at each other before going your separate ways.

Epilogue

You stood outside Happy Trails, nervously waiting. It was almost 6:30 in the evening. As the sun set on this late year day, you saw him. The classic black suit provided by the correction facility for recent releases looked pretty good on him. Walking beside him was Mr. MurderSlaughter, and he walked him all the way to the gate, and you could hear him talking.

"I'll be the first to say, we just might miss you around here Yancy. I'm also not afraid to say I was surprised to see I'd be letting you go today, or any day to be honest. I'm proud of you," said the man, and Yancy smiled.

"Well, I had something worth fightin' for on the outside waitin' for me," he said simply, looking to see you waiting, obviously excited. The gate was opened. Yancy stepped out.

For the first time as a free man in a very long time.

He set down the single suitcase he had, and tugged his suit jacket in place. You rushed up, which caught him by surprise, and you hugged him closely. After greetings and heartfelt words, you pulled away and smiled up at him. "Where to, doll?" He asks, his hands still at your waist. Your eyes speckled with tears of joy as you replied, "Home."