#yancy x y/n

[cheeryraccoon]

Giving You a Hoodie

I hope you enjoy these! I'd also appreciate one-shot or imagine requests/ideas.

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Mark -

• Found it absolutely adorable.

• He gave you a big, soft, grey hoodie.

• He tried to make sure it smelt like him and not Chica.

• When he sees you wear it he smiles and hugs you.

• So wholesome. 🥺

Dark -

• He doesn't usually wear hoodies so he only has one, maybe two.

• It was half white and half black with an hourglass between them.

• Despite him not wearing it often, it smelt very strongly of him.

• When he sees you wear it he smiles a little and kisses your forehead.

Wilford -

• Wilford doesn't have many either, he may buy one just so he could give it to you.

• It was pink, obviously, with heart detailing on the sleeves.

• It smelt like cotton candy, which happens to be the cologne Wilford uses.

• When he sees you wear it he makes a little "Awww" sound and gives you a hug and kiss.

Yancy -

• He has only one hoodie that the warden gave to him.

• It was all plain white with a little dot of something on the shoulder, you didn't ask what it was.

• It smelt faintly of him and you thought it was nice.

• He gets all excited when he sees you wearing it and usually picks you up and spins you around.

Illinois -

• He has a few hoodies that he usually wears on cold nights during adventures.

• It was white but had some dirt and sand on it.

• It definitely smelt like him, which is really comforting for when he's away.

• When he comes home from a long adventure and sees you in it, he gets a little emotional as he hugs you.

Engineer Mark -

• Since he's usually in his uniform he doesn't have many hoodies.

• The one he gave you was black with little white stars and constellations all over it.

• It faintly smelt like him but, with how much he loves hugging you, it started getting stronger.

• When he sees you wear it he does a little happy dance and tackles you in a hug.

[elenavr13]

So I was raised with “don’t ever get involved with anyone who was an inmate” & “find a man who treats his mother well”.

About that…

-ahem-

I mean look at how happy & excited he is when you come back. He even wrote you a song!

[faeriescorpio]

A Heist With Markiplier As memes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITjj8Lq8HBQ

[the-moon-pal]

A continuation/redraw of my old Yearncy doodles i made a while back! Since recently i been craving some Yancy content- what better but to draw it myself

[writtengalaxies]

Reader visiting yancy, showing him the cell block tango. Look me in the eyes and tell me that he does not try it with his buddies-

I had to do a double-take for a bit with this, because my brain processed tango in the spicy way for a moment, before I went "OH! CHICAGO!" at the top of my lungs. But oh my good gods yes.

"Yance, I really think you'd like this!"

You held up your phone to the plexiglass, watching his eyes alight as he watched the whole routine play. By the last parts of the song, Yancy was already humming the tune, eager to memorize it.

This had been the trend for you both, for your last couple of visitations. You'd watch a musical, figure out which song he would like, and play it for him. It always helped spark a new burst of creativity, and gave him an outlet he could focus on that would help as he worked hard on being able to apply for parole. It also let you make a list of movies for when he did get parole, that you could watch together.

Chicago was one you weren't sure of first, especially playing one of the most recognizable numbers from it in the penitentiary, but you had passed the idea by the warden first, and somehow he gave the okay. You weren't going to look a gift in the mouth, and told Yancy the loose plot. He was uncertain until he saw the Cell Block Tango. Sure, the outfits made his cheeks flush, but you knew he was hooked when you saw that particular little crease between his eyebrows, the way his eyes seemed to track the movements even as you watched his fingers tap to the beat.

It'd be another to add to your list, then.

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Third Sunday was here again, but for the first time in months, you'd missed your chance to watch a musical to tell him about it. You knew he would understand, what with work piling more on your plate, but it still nagged softly at you.

Yancy picked up his side with a sheepish little grin, ducking his head.

"So, I gots somethin' to tells ya."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"I know we was gonna watch it together, but I asked the warden, and uh. Me and the gang got permission to actually watch it, and...I know youse is makin' that list, but..."

"Wait, Murder-Slaughter let you actually watch Chicago?"

"Yeah! I think he realized we tend to behave better when we gots somethin' to focus on that ain't, you know. Stabbin' or fightin' or whatever. And the gang and I've been workin' on learnin' the choreography for that song. I wanted to see if I could surprise ya with that, but some of the gang's got their own visitors today. We almost got it figured out! So...maybe...maybe youse can give him the list, and...and it'll still be special. Cuz it came from youse."

"I'm going to have to come up with a whole new watch list for us, then."

Yancy's smile widened, leaning forward to rest his hand on the plexiglass, watching as you pressed your hand to the other side. "Watchin' anythin' you recommend is special. I'm lookin' forward to that date."

[fandomnerd14]

Yancy admiring a sleeping Y/N: You’re so cute

Y/N, sleepily: I could beat your ass

Yancy, lovingly: I know

[egomeister]

NICKNAMES

IPLIER EGO EDITION

SYNOPSIS: Nicknames they call you, duh (and while I'm here I might aswell say that I'm working on a Yancy x Reader which I should hopefully have done relatively soon 😼)

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Darkiplier

The type to give you a nickname based off of a feature of yours, for example: if you're short he might call you duckling. However his staple is darling, if he doesn't have a unique name for you yet? you're darling or beloved.

Wilford

ALL the sweet/food based names, sugarplum, honey, sweetpea, all in that variety. It honestly might get a little cringy at times, but in a very endearing way.

Actor

Most of the time he won't call you nicknames at all, isn't really his thing, is more likely to just put a 'my' at the start of your name to make it more personal. If he's feeling dramatic then he'll call you the most horrendous names, mi amore, juliet, romeo, casanova. Stop this man.

Yancy

I don't think he's really a nickname person either, mainly just because he has a reputation to keep up. I can see him calling you toots or something like that because he heard it in a movie once, and apparently it's tougher than other nicknames.

Illinois

We all know he's a sweetheart guy, from the day he meets you onwards you'll be sweetheart and then maybe later he'll call you cinnamon/pumpkin (because those are weirdly southern names)

Engineer Mark

Baby, absolutely calls you baby, he just thinks it's the best pet name. Also gives you space related names, star, space girl/boy, sunshine, things like that.

Damien

Does calling you a little monster count? He's also a fan of the classics, darling etc, but he does lean towards more 'original' names, jewel, precious, little heart, snowflake. Much like Dark his names can change depending on the type of person you are/your interests.

[romanticallyghosting]

i have a fun little idea. i am a heavy sleeper, so much so, my family jokingly says im dead and hardly anything will stir me awake. basically, it takes a long time for me to get up and i could only imagine the hilarity of sleeping over at your ego of choice place, only for them to think “oh no, are they dead???” i hope this prompt inspires you. angel anon bids thee well!

Pancakes - Yancy x Reader

pft time to get writing i suppose

Yancy couldn't believe it. It was his first morning out of prison.

Waking up next to his favorite person kept a smile on his face as he attempted to cook some breakfast for the both of you. While it was far from perfect, at least he was ninety-five percent sure it wasn't poisonous.

He hadn't cooked since he was young, barely even into double digits. He was never particularly gifted at it, but he wanted to do something for you.

Without you, he'd still be in prison.

Without you, he wouldn't have somewhere to stay just until he could find a steady source of income.

Without you, he wouldn't even have thought he was capable of being a good person.

But, all that sappy shit could be saved for later. now that his breakfast monstrosity was finished, he just needed to wake you up to eat it with him, which shouldn't be too hard, right?

You woke up to quite a scene that morning.

Opening your eyes, the first thing you saw was Yancy. He was practically shaking you, which you realized after a moment.

He looked as if he'd just seen a ghost. Once he finally realized you were conscious, he moved back to sit on his heels and bury his head in his hands.

"(Y-Y/N), okay, its okay. Youse is awake now." he muttered between broken chuckles. Even you, who'd been awake for a solid 25 seconds, could tell he was shaken up. A few tears ran down his forearms as Yancy's quiet sniffles and sobs were muffled by his hands.

You almost immediately felt responsible for his current state. You had completely forgotten to mention just how heavy of a sleeper you were, and now you'd accidentally scared Yancy into believing you might have even been dead. "Hey, I'm just a heavy sleeper Yance, I'm so sorry but im here now." You rested your hand on his shoulder and slowly moved it up and down in an attempt to comfort him.

After a small while, the man in front of you started to shift again, this time uncovering his face to wipe the tears from his eyes using his left sleeve. He appeared to have calmed down for the most part. Yancy took a few deep breaths before speaking.

"I- uh, I made some chocolate chip pancakes. Yous want some?"

Things never went exactly according to plan when it came to him, but that just made him all the more endearing to you.

[marcspectorstannie]

Maybe a collection of Fluffy moment with yancy's first day on his first day of parole? Maybe going shopping, eating baked goods y/n made for him, going to an amusement park or play/musical

Ok this is something I didn't know I needed in my life so I will now put it into everyone else's, also tysm for the suggestion ♡

Once Yancy told you he applied for Parole, you were already putting up decorations and baking him whatever pastry he wanted for him when he finally comes home. You had personally handmade a banner saying "Welcome home Yancy" and lots of events planned out for later on.

It's been a while since he applied, and today was his first day out. You practically teleported to the prison gates excited to see your boyfriend for the first time without bars in front of you. A few minutes had passed when you seen the gates open. And there he was, scanning the area for you and your car. Finally he saw you on the other side of the gate and waved frantically. When he was no longer behind bars, he basically tackled you into a hug. "I missed youse so much you have no clue" He muttered into your neck, taking in your scent. "I missed you too Yance" you tried to rip yourself away from his arms but he kept you locked in. "As much as I love your hugs, I have a whole day planned and I would really like to begin" Finally he looked at you with a small smile tugging on his face. "Youse don't have to do anything, just seeing youse is enough." You smiled at him and pushed him lightly towards the car door. Yancy appreciated the small gifts you gave him while he was in prison. You had wrote him a note saying you missed him and he kept it tucked away with his cigarettes in his sleeve.

"I know, but it's your first day out. I want you to see everything I think you'll like." You got into the drivers seat and reached for the small bag on the floor. "What's that there?" He saw you pull out 2 bracelets and put one on. You handed him the opposite one as he carefully put it on, cautious of not breaking it. "I thought for our first 'couples thing' we could have matching bracelets. Also mainly because I don't know your ring size." You chuckled lightly during your last sentence as Yancy admired the gift. His face didn't have a clear expression so you weren't sure if he liked it or not. "So...do you like it? I can take them back-" you went to grab his wrist when he quickly grabbed your hand. "I-i lov-LIKE it. I like it, a lot." He flashed a quick smile out of slight embarrassment. Neither of you have ever said the L word to one another yet. You've only been together for a few months now, maybe it's still too early.

"Oh, ok, that's good! I thought you didn't like it. But besides that we have a lot to do today before it gets dark.So what do you want to do?" Yancy thought for a bit before you pulled away from the gates. "Youse think we could go to some sort of store first? I don't really want people to see me in these" He still had his prison pants on and a blood stained shirt. You decided to got to the nearest target since you didn't feel like going all the way back home. You suddenly felt the warmth of a sweaty hand in yours as Yancy stared out the window. Blush creeped up your face and continue to focus on the road.

"Of course, we still have lots to do so we can't be long. "

Part 2 will be out in some time when I remember this☠︎

[angelic-guest]

Birthday HCs with Yancy

Happy birthday to @gh0st-b0ys! I hope your day is a good one and thank you for being such a nice moot. I send all the best vibes your way <3

Before Parole 

If you have your birthday in Happy Trails, Yancy will do his best to make it special

I mean there isn’t much he can do since still gotta follow the rules and all, but there are a couple of things 

They can’t really have balloons all that often but they can make paper confetti to throw at you with the gang!

Yancy will absolutely embarrass you singing happy birthday as loud as possible during mealtime

He might even pull out a musical number just for you! Aren’t you one lucky fellow?

He knows how hard the firsts are in a place like this so he makes sure that you are at least welcomed. No one is allowed to pick fights with the birthday bub and if and they do, oh boy. Even though he knows you can handle yourself

Will offer stuff off of his tray. Anything (that can he reasonably get) he will bribe the kitchen for. Best he can do is either pudding or some fruit though

Feels bad that he can’t give you a proper gift but definitely offers his books and got Tiny to teach him how to make paper flower crowns.

What can you say? A lot of birthdays are spent of everyone exchanging their handmade items.

When all is said and done, Yancy pats you on the back (maybe even a hug if there’s no one looking, shhhhh)

“Happy birthday. Youse family here now.”

After Parole

Yancy knew exactly who to call when he got put on parole and you were right there for him 

He doesn’t know exactly how to repay that amount of kindness (letting him into your home, letting him stay in said home, teaching him about the outside, etc)

When your birthday rolls around, he knows he has to do something for it

You like his voice right? Well he’s tried to write several songs to no avail.

He tried practicing baking a cake with various results. Nothing suitable in his opinion

God, how did people do this????

You insist that it is not a big deal and that you want to enjoy the day with him

Yancy is one determined boy however!

Eventually, he settles on making cupcakes and messy icing with some candles that got at the store. He won’t tell you the embarrassing amount of youtube videos that he had to watch to get it just right

You walk in to see him anxiously at the table, spiffed up in his leather jacket (that you bought him, he looked very hot). He also decorated the place with what he could find 

You end up cuddling up on the couch after his little rendition of happy birthday. Just chilling with him was always the best parts of your days anyhow

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Youse deserves better but I’m glad I can be the one to celebrate it with you.”  

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

Yancy x reader

@the-crypt-of-randomness : Been missing many of the boys, but mostly Yancy. Sooo... Yancy x reader,  "I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

Anon: "kissing their lover's knuckles" and "tracing their finger over their lover's tattoos/scars" from the soft writing prompts with Yancy? he's with you during one of his first nights on parole and you're just so?? overwhelmed that you can hold him now?? he's telling you a bit about the tattoos too while you hold him, and you're both just so happy.

Something a little soft, hope you enjoy!

Yancy loves parole, he finds, when during one of his first days out, you and him cuddle close on the couch, him on top of you, his face hidden in your neck while the radio goes on in the background.

Or rather, Yancy’s favorite part of being out on parole is the ability to hold you close, hug you and touch you as much as he likes, not just seeing you in his mind or on the other side of the glass of the visitation booth.

He can feel when you laugh as he blows raspberries on your neck, feel your hand scratch against his scalp as you pull him up for a kiss, feel your lips press against his as you distract him, flipping him over so he’s the one underneath you on the couch.

You move back slightly so you can pepper kisses all over his face, making it Yancy’s turn to laugh as you sit up in his lap.

You grin down at him, and he can’t help but return it.

He’s so fucking happy, that he thinks his chest might combust, so happy that you convinced him to take parole. You’re not helping matters as your fingers glide over the side of his neck, approximately where one of his tattoos are.

“Why did you get this one?”

“Lost a bet, one of mah friends has this little characters they like to draw youse know, and I bet them I could out-eat them at dinner on night, and youse know like they say, the rest is history an’ shit.” You snort at that last bit.

“Don’t think ‘and shit’ is part of the quote.”

“Is not?” You shake your head, smiling at the story, removing your hand from his neck, letting them both rest on his chest. He grins up at you, loving how you look in his lap, and how solid you are, how he can hold you close now.

You’re the one person in the world that has made him feel like this, and as he looks up at you with his hands on your hips, he can’t help but wonder.

“Why did youse want me to get parole? Why did youse believe in me?”

“Oh, wow, that came out of nowhere, such loaded questions you ask.” You try to deflect a little, but when he just looks up at you with expecting eyes, you sigh lightly. You take one of his hands from your hip, holding it gently in yours, letting your thumb stroke over his knuckles, over the words printed there.

He had quickly learned that your silence is not a bad thing, that you are merely thinking over your words, not one for many; you are very aware what weight they might hold.

"I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.” A pause as you bring his hand up so you can place feather light kisses on his knuckles. “And I don’t think you are as bad as you claimed to be. And I never will.” The smile sent his way is soft, and Yancy’s eyes starts to sting, which he hides by dragging you into a tight hug.

“Thank youse.” He chokes out, the response he gets is a hum from you and your own arms sneaking under and around his torso, not letting go of him.

You stay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other, saying nothing, just feeling each other close.

Yancy only loosens his arms when he is certain that he won’t cry.

You plant a kiss just under his jaw, moving off his lap, but not going far, only fetching a blanket from the end of the couch. You lay back down with your head on his chest, pulling the blanket over you both.

Yancy knows you can hear his fast beating heart as you pull on his arm and take his hands in yours, kissing the knuckles as his other arm goes around your back.

“What about theses ones?” Yancy smiles down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, (just because he can), before launching into an explanation of what the words on his knuckles mean.

[cheeryraccoon]

Wholesome Ego Headcannons

Hey look! I'm not dead! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I'm back at school and have been pretty busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcannons! -------------------------------------------------------

Mark -

• I see this man being very cuddley. At home if he's not working, he'll just cuddle up to you on the couch. Or if you're busy at your desk he'll just slip his arms around you and hug you. When you're out in public he'll usually just be holding your hand.

• He asked for your opinion on what color he should dye his hair every time he did so.

• Loves to bring you snacks if/when you stream.

• His favorite picture of you is of you and Chica laying in the grass on a sunny day (it's his phone's wallpaper).

• When either of you go on long trips he FaceTimes you to talk about both of your days.

Dark -

• You and Wilford are besties and will often try to get Dark to do something fun with you (sometimes it starts to become Wilford third wheeling but he doesn't mind).

• He uses rose petal cologne... I do not take criticism.

• He teases you sometimes just so he can see you flustered.

• He loves when you hang out in his office when he's working to keep him company.

• He will never admit it but he likes watching cheesy romance movies with you.

Wilford -

• If you ever get mad at him he'll leave and come back with food and puppy eyes.

• He'll randomly take your hand and slow dance with you in the living room.

• He loves nuzzling your noses.

• He loves to buy you clothes and when he sees you wear them he gets excited.

• Sometimes when he is reminded of Damien, Celine, and Actor, he has panic attacks. He'll lock himself in his room and curl up in the corner on the floor, sobbing. When this happens you knock a small jingle (to let him know it's you and he can let you in when he's ready) on the door and sit outside to wait. When he lets you in you'll hug him, tell him that everything is okay and that it wasn't his fault, and give him kisses to make him feel better. He doesn't know what he would do if he didn't have you at those times.

Yancy -

• In prison there's not much you can do for dates... but since you're with the man who knows every nook and cranny of the place he figures things out. At night he'll sneak you outside to stargaze and he can scare all the other prisoners out of the cafeteria at meal time and get the chefs to make you a nice dinner, he'll make sure you can be as happy with him as possible.

• If you share a cell he'll cuddle you when you're cold... or just because.

• He brags about you to everyone else, that includes the guards and the warden.

• He loves pet names, his favorite ones for you being 'buttercup' and 'doll'

• If he's ever insecure about his accent, you reassure him that you love it and that it's amazing the way it is. He appreciates you a lot for that.

Illinois -

• After a long day of adventuring, he loves relaxing with you in his arms as he reads a good book.

• When you steal his hat, or he puts it on your head, he takes a second to stare and take it how much he really loves you.

• If he ever finds out you had a crush on Indiana Jones at some point he'll implode... aka he'll get really flustered and probably get you in a bear hug the next time he sees you.

• This man loves plushies and you can't prove me wrong. If you give him a plush he will have it sitting on his bed and sometimes cuddle it when he goes to sleep. (+10 points if you spray it with your perfume)

• He likes to call you 'peach'.

Engineer Mark -

• He's a puppy. If you give him head pats he will do anything and everything to get more. You called him a good boy once as a joke and he wouldn't stop talking about it for a month. (His newest nickname from you is 'puppy')

• He loves hugs and physical affection  and will constantly try to get hugs from you all the time.

• Celci doesn't understand why you want to date him but will admit that you look cute together.

• Whenever you need him to show you how to do something he'll place his hands on top of yours to show you. He doesn't really think about it but, once he sees you blushing a little, he'll blush and get all smiley.

• If you ever get hurt on the ship, even if its just a tiny paper cut, he'll panic and rush you to the medical room to make sure you're okay.

[nasa1hats]

The First Third Sunday || Yancy

Pairing: Yancy x Reader

Rating/Warning: fluff

Word count: 1309

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The last time you saw Yancy there were bars between you and he was walking backwards yelling about visitation. At the time you didn’t even really think about it, let alone consider it as an actual possibility.

Now you sat in the prison car park wracking through all the research you had done about what's allowed during visitations;

-No open shoes

-Casual homely clothing

-No weapons

-No technology

-Probably best to avoid any personal possessions

You had already booked at least 48 hours in advance like the requirements explained

Now you just have to mentally prepare yourself to be searched. Right, you got this. You looked up from your lap and out the car window taking in your surroundings for the first time since trying to find an open spot to park in. It was surprisingly busy, most likely full of all the cars of other visitors. It warmed your heart to see how many people came to support those on the inside.

A large brick wall lined one side of the car park, you guessed it must be around 15ft. You felt your hands go cold with sweat as you looked at that wall. The realisation finally hit you; Yancy was just in there… waiting for you.

And so were the prison guards, the warden. Most of which had seen your face. What if they recognised you? It had been a few weeks and you were only there for a day but none of this reassured you enough to slow your heart beat which was now the only thing you could focus on.

You brought your hands up to run over your face as if trying to brush off the anxieties which had started to overwhelm your thoughts. You felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump off into the unknown. So many different outcomes running through your mind. Despite all of the worries and doubts one thought kept recurring; you want to see Yancy. Maybe the reason this is scary is because it's worth doing. The thing about jumping off that cliff is you only have to be brave for one moment. To walk through those doors you only have to be brave for one moment. Once you’ve had that one moment of bravery, the rest of it.. It’ll be okay.

You rubbed your hand down the front of your jeans, in an attempt to rid them of the sweat that had accumulated. You patted your hands around your pockets to double triple check you had everything; visiting order, ID. Then you made your way over (following the signs) to the visitors centre. Repeating in your head “just one moment of bravery”.

After making your way over to the main prison and being searched (which went without a hitch) you were finally allowed entry into the visiting hall. The place you would get to see Yancy, after so many days of stressing about this very moment. Upon entering the visiting hall you were directed to a small round table with four connected seats, and informed that the prisoner (Yancy) will be escorted to you shortly. Noticing how tense this whole process had made you, you took this brief moment to regain your composure and try to relax yourself (well as much as one can relax in a situation such as this).

You were silently tapping a beat onto the table when you caught the sight of someone in black and white striped trousers and a white t-shirt approaching the edge of your table and immediately you knew who it was. Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart gave a quiet jump as you brought your gaze up to meet his eyes. Before your brain had time to fully comprehend the reality of the situation you were instructed that you could have brief, minimal contact now before you both got seated. You stood up, more eagerly than perhaps you should have, and saw Yancy raise his arms slightly up from his sides as you stepped into his embrace. Maybe your brain just had no more room to think about it but it didn’t feel strange or uncomfortable; hugging someone who you hardly even knew.

Perhaps it was the embrace or maybe it was the mumble “youse okay” that fell from his lips, you’ll never know what exactly it was but what you did know is in that moment, enveloped in his scent, you weren’t nervous or worried. You were okay.

The affair was short-lived as the officer cleared his throat before saying “that’s enough, you need to take your seats”. Unwillingly you separate yourself from one another and sit opposite each other at the table.

His hands rested on the edge of the table mindlessly gliding his thumbs over the numerous indents, “I knew I could depend on youse to come, could tell youse weren’t the type who’d let me down”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Yance.” the nickname seemed to slip from your mouth whilst your sight remained, captivated by his hands tender movements, a smile present on your face.

A soft hum caught your attention causing you to look up and be greeted with a warm smile that mimicked yours. Something about that look made you want to reach your hand out to hold his. But you knew very well that was against the rules.

You longed for more than simply sitting across from him, a table between you, in a room full of officers listening to all the things you say, watching your every move to make sure you don’t do anything you shouldn’t.

So you asked the question that had been troubling you, “Would you really consider going on parole when it rolls around?”

“I don’t know if out there’s the place for me.. I’m not like youse, this here- well this is where I belong” He removed his hands from the table and up to his chest clenching them slightly into fists fidgeting his fingers nervously. He was no longer looking at you, “But maybe I’ve gots something out there worth fighting for now, maybe it won’t hurt to’s give it a go after all.”

You let out a long sigh not even realising you had been hold one in until now.

The next hour or so was spent mostly listening to Yancy talk about his cell mates and new musical numbers he had been writing, or dances he was choreographing. Truthfully he could have spoken about anything and you would have been just as fascinated. It didn’t matter what he talked about because it was him that was mesmerising; his accent, his facial expressions, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about a passion of his, or how he would frequently gesticulate.

Your time came to an end just as he was finishing telling you about Tiny’s (a fellow prisoner's) new haircut. As you both stood up to say goodbye you were allowed to hug one last time and this time Yancy gave a small squeeze as he embraced you, an unspoken promise that he would apply for parole in around a month when he gets his form. Your reciprocation of the squeeze was a promise that for the next 7 months (whilst he awaited the parole board’s decision) you would come to every visitation.

As before, a not-so-subtle clearing of the officer's throat causes you two to pull apart. You give one another a smile and a wave as another officer escorts him away, meanwhile you make your way back over to the visitor centre.

By the time you were seated back in your car, you had the goofiest grin on your face and a feeling of contentment had washed over you. You could now confidently say that “Everything is okay.”

[anotherdarkiboi]

Y/N: *says something mean about themself*

Yancy: How dares youse insult my favorite person?? Youse wanna fight, huh? Youse wanna go? I'll fight ya, I'll punch youse in da mouth with my mouth an' squeeze ya in my arms so tight youse ain't gettin' out, ever. Apologize!

[freebirdyance]

“You know you talk in your sleep?”

Possible plot if you need one; Newbie to prison ends up being roomed up with Yancy, late night.

You had always had difficulty falling asleep in new places and, big surprise, prison wasn't any different.

You had been locked up less than a week, and your cell mate was apparently the 'big man on campus' named Yancy. He was nice enough to show you around and introduce you to the gang, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Even though you barely said a word. But that didn't help you at night when you tried to rest.

Sometimes it would take almost two hours before you were able to sleep. Yancy, on the other hand, would be snoring within minutes.

Then, eventually, you were treated to him talking in his sleep.

It ranged from cute, incoherent mumbling to full sentences. 'Bam-Bam gimme back my vanilla pudding, dats mine.' 'No I don't stab no mores.' 'I swear Mr. Murder-Slaughter that's not my llama.' You ended up chuckling to yourself more often than not.

Finally, one night after saying your goodnights and before Yancy passed out, you finally spoke up.

"You know you talk in your sleep?"

"Wha? No I don't...", he grumbles in the bunk underneath you.

You chuckle in earnest. "Yes, you do. I take longer than you to fall asleep and I can hear you."

It's quiet for a long moment, and you think he might have fallen asleep until he speaks up again.

"...what stuff do I say?"

"Gibberish...adorable gibberish."

"That's not gonna leave the cell, right?" Yancy nearly pleads.

"Can I have your vanilla pudding tomorrow?" You say over a smirk.

He groans. "Aww....alright, deal."

[echo-echo31]

What are your (any fluffy) headcanons about the imprisoned (soon to be free) boi

Fluff Yancy Headcanons

He doesn't know when your birthday is, so with every letter he writes, he wishes you a happy birthday just in case.

But it really starts with a single kiss you put at the end of a letter one day. A tiny little x that literally has Yancy going into panicked chaos for a whole week.

Did they mean it? Was it just a friendly gesture? Was he meant to put one back? How many?

In the end, he hastily puts an x after his name, then panics and smudges it so it ends up looking like a deformed tick.

He forgets about it for a while, only thinking about when your next letter will arrive.

Then when it does, there's not only one but TWO kisses obviously staring back at him.

After that, it seems to adapt into a game of chicken, each letter containing more and more kisses until Yancy literally covers the other side of the paper with a brick wall of xxxxxxxxxx.

He's settled into thinking that it's all part of the banter between friends. He's not disappointed or anything though, of course not.

That is until you go quiet for a while, and then finally when Yancy receives mail 4 weeks later, he finds the words 'Baby,' at the top of the paper where his name should be.

And he smiles because you probably think you've got the upper hand now, but God knows he can play dirty.

One evening a guard asks mockingly if he's writing to his looooover and then walks away 5 minutes later blushing.